Chapter #4Scam calls are fun by: Unknown "Hello?" An automated voice answered. "It seems like you have recently been to one of are websites as the one millionth visitor, which has made you applicable for-"
I hung up the phone immediately, not missing the click of my now longer nail against the screen.
Of all the damn times to get a scam phone call why now?
I sighed, a higher tone then normal came out of "my" throat as I made my way towards a small dresser mirror, praying that my mind was just playing tricks on me.
As I looked upon myself I soon found my answer, spoiler warning, and I was (unfortunately) correct.
I had gotten a majority of my looks from my dad (black hair and a slightly bigger nose), my sister ended up getting a mixed result between the two of them, what with her grown out black hair and blue eyes being from both my mom and dad but a majority of her facial features being from mom, having a small but slightly pointed nose and... y'know, other female features.
Despite these things me and her were relative close, though she recently had been spending more time with her college friends she always somehow found the time to hang out with me, even if often it wasn't more then thirty minutes.
But that barely mattered at this point, because currently my sister was staring back at me, her face as questioning and flabbergasted as my old face should have been.
When I rose a hand and touched my new face she did the same, her pale and smooth skin feeling creepily foreign.
The mirror also displayed the very top of you're new torso, showing the top of you're sisters white bra.
A blush crossed my sisters face and I quickly turned away, it being ages since you're kind and confident sister had shown any face of embarrassment towards you.
Before I could gather my thoughts a gentle knock on the door was heard.
"Honey are you up? Your alarm should have gone off by now."
Crap, why was mom waking up my sister?
"Uh, yeah I'm up!"
Once again hearing you're sisters voice coming out was like drinking milk and tasting orange juice.
"Alright, well I'm going out shopping and I kinda was hoping you'd watch the house for me for a bit."
"Uh, sure."
"Thanks honey!"
I already knew it wasn't really a question, I mean it was my mom asking and all, but that didn't quite help the lonely feeling I felt when I heard the front door open and close a few minutes later, leaving me practically alone.
Dad was going to be at work, mom would be out shopping but she also could end up meeting one of her many acquaintances and striking up an hour long conversation, but thankfully my sister didn't have classes today nor did she have to go to work, though her personal plans were about as guess able as Pandora's box.
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