As you stand there staring at the strange bowl and contemplating the note you just read, in walks your sister Erica.
“John?” she says looking at you quizzically. “What are you doing rummaging around up here in the attic?”
“Oh, hi sis!” you reply. “I'm redecorating my room and thought mom and dad might have some nifty, old stuff up here that would look cool in my bedroom.”
“Good luck with that!” laughs Erica. “This stuff is all pure garbage. I just need a few boxes of old baby clothes for Melody. Mom said there should be some things up here. Are any of these boxes labeled?”
“Nahh,” you answer. “Everything here is pretty much packed away randomly. You'll have to open things up and rummage around in each box to find what you're looking for. In fact, look what I just discovered doing some rummaging around.”
You proudly hold up the weird bowl you discovered.
“Uh, okay,” shrugs Erica. “What do you want with a bowl? You really think that will look good in your room?”
“No,” you laugh. “It's this note I found with it. See you pour a bottle of water in the bowl. Uh, there was a bottle right here. Oh, there it is. Yeah, you pour the water in the bowl, then drink from it, and the next person to drink from the bowl after you winds up switching bodies with you.”
Erica shoots you a silent look that speaks volumes: she thinks you're a lunatic for believing such an insane fairytale.
“You don't believe it?” you say.
“Nope,” she answers. “And I thought better of you, John. I'm disappointed you're nutty enough to believe such a crazy story.”
“Why don't we try it?” you suggest. “We've got a bottle of water right now.”
“You want to switch bodies with me?” Erica says with a loud, hearty laugh. “You really want to be a single mom?”
“No,” you say. “I just think we should test it out and see if it works or not.”
“It won't,” grins Erica. “But if it will shut you up, fine. Pour some water in the bowl and let me have a drink.”
You happily oblige Erica, emptying the bottle into the golden bowl and passing it over to her. She takes a long sip, then passes it back to you.
“Fine, here you go,” she says, smacking her lips. “Tastes good. Now you have a sip, then you can become me and enjoy a new life as a twenty-four year old woman and single mom, working overtime each week to support herself and her newborn. Sheesh, John you're a kooky weirdo sometimes.”
You hesitantly hold the bowl to your lips and pause for a moment. Will it really work? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained. You guzzle a bit of the water and then …
… suddenly find yourself standing across from your own body, looking at the attic from a whole new perspective!
Glancing down, you see Erica's large, heavy breasts – still swollen fat from her recent pregnancy with Melody – now pushing up from your chest, beneath the silky black blouse you're now wearing. In fact, you can even feel the tight, itchy fabric of Erica's D-cup bra encircling your chest and holding up the humongous mounds of flesh in front of you. Around your legs is a long, ankle-length skirt. Underneath, you feel the completely foreign sensation of a tight pair of lacy panties fitted about your bigger, more padded ass and hips. Down on your feet now is the very pair of delicate little, strappy sandals Erica had just been wearing.
The bowl works.
And you just switched bodies with your older sister Erica!
She stands across from you, in your old body with her jaw hanging down in speechless wonder.
“John, please tell me that's you?” she finally whispers with your voice.
“Yeah, it's me,” you reply with your sister's voice. “I … uh … I guess it works, huh?”
She nods in agreement wordlessly.
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