You brush your hair behind your eye and walk over to the mirror. You give a cute smirk just as she always had. Normally she had gotten her way at home, today is the day that changed.
You look your body up and down and figure it was time to get back home.
It was not too much of an issue since your home was only a fifteen minute walk from your laboratory. As you are walking up to the door you, you slide your hands over her body trying to find your key. You feel a glint of pleasure shoot through you. You realize she doesn’t have a key on her, so you slide your backpack off and kneel down. She was so much closer to the ground that it took no effort. Reaching into her bag you find her school books, a notebook, and pencil pouch. You open the next zipper and find headphones and her iPod. Finally, opening the last zipper you find her key and some tampons. A scary thought passes through your mind as you realize she’s in the midst of puberty.
You stand back up, key in hand, and open the door. As you walk in you feel as if you’re sneaking. Realizing it’s silly though, since you still live here. You straight up normally and you hear your mom call from the kitchen.
“Allison, is that you?” Your mom questioned from the kitchen.
You almost answer no, but you felt the hair on your shoulders and pause.
“Yeah, I’m home mom!” You said.
You walk into the kitchen and drop your bag on the floor near the table and slide into the seat just as your sister always did. However, now that it’s you doing it, you feel how good it felt to slide into a seat in her body.
“How was school today, cupcake.” Your mom asked.
You searched her memories and felt she had a good day, but she got a C back on her math test.
“It was the same old same old. I did get a C back on my math test though,” you replied.
“Honey, did you make sure to study.” She asked.
“Yes, it just didn’t feel like what we studied was actually on the test!” You huffed as Allison’s body fed you all of the useful information.
“Just make sure you’re careful on your school work or you won’t be able to help your brother at the lab anymore. Did you help him today?” You mom asked.
“Yea he had me sort test tubes for a while, but he still has a lot of work and is staying there tonight,” you lied.
You eat an early snack before dinner and run upstairs. You almost instinctively go left into your room, but turn right into Allison’s old room. The light blue of her room was distractingly apparent as you entered her room as you decided what you were going to do next. The options were endless.
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