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Chapter #4
Your sister finds you first
by: Unknown
You walked down the hall, keeping your right hand on the wall for stability's sake. This whole scenario was just too surreal. Did you slam your head on the ground and you're still dreaming? Everything seemed too real to simply be a lucid dream. Coming up to the living room, adjacent the kitchen, you saw a mirror on the wall. Slowly, timidly approaching the mirror, you forced yourself to look, fearing what... or more importantly who... was going to be looking back at you.
There she was, dressed like a teenage boy... Oh. My. God. I look just like mom... you think to yourself. What the hell is going on?! I have tits! Big, flabby fucking tits!. You look back and notice your bulbous ass filling in what should be baggy jeans.
"Mom? What are you doing? Why are you dressed like that," you hear from behind.
Spinning around, with a momentum enough to make your breasts raise and fall briefly, you see your little sister looking at you... with a very strange look on her face. "It's you. Uh. Well, don't you think you should outside with your friends or something?" You say hurriedly.
"Uh, it's 9:00am. No one wants to hang out this early," she responds.
"Look, I don't have time to deal with this right now," you say, trying to focus on one problem at a time.
"You guys are so weird. First, Brandon was walking around the kitchen wearing your clothes and now you're wearing his. This is why me and my friends just text one another all day. You guys are just freaks."
...someone that looks like me is in mom's clothes. It just clicked, you realized what had to have happened.
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