Gender Change story 5

"Dude, can you please stop breathing so loud?" I glanced up from my laptop at my younger brother Kevin, who was sprawled across his twin XL bed in his Summer City University dorm room, somehow managing to both mouth-breathe and crunch Doritos simultaneously. The sound was driving me insane.

"I have a deviated septum," Kevin whined, sending orange crumbs cascading down his anime t-shirt. "Mom says it's medical."

"Mom says a lot of things," I muttered, trying to focus on my work emails. I was only crashing here for a few days while apartment hunting in the city, and already I was remembering why I'd been so happy when this twerp went off to college. The dorm room felt impossibly small with both of us in it.

The door burst open, and my mood instantly lifted. "Sup losers!" Sarah bounced in, tossing her gym bag onto her bed. Kevin's roommate was honestly the only thing making this stay bearable. She was the kind of cool that made you wonder how the housing algorithm had screwed up badly enough to pair her with my brother – all tatted up, with an undercut that somehow looked elegant instead of try-hard, and the kind of confidence that made her SCU Warriors basketball jersey look like high fashion.

"Hey Sarah," I said, probably a bit too eagerly. "How was practice?"

"Brutal. Coach is on some power trip because we lost to Riverside last week." She collapsed into her desk chair and spun around to face us. "But whatever. You guys want to order pizza? I'm starving and the dining hall is serving that mystery casserole again."

"I already ate," Kevin announced, rattling his nearly empty Doritos bag for emphasis.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "That's not food, dude. That's basically orange-flavored sadness."

I couldn't help but laugh. In the three days I'd been here, I'd seen Sarah verbally dunk on my brother at least twenty times, and it never got old. She caught my eye and winked, and I felt that familiar little twist in my stomach. The same one I'd been trying to ignore since I got here.

"I'm down for pizza," I said, closing my laptop. "As long as we don't get pineapple like last time."

"Hey!" Kevin protested. "Pineapple on pizza is actually really sophisticated—"

"Vetoed," Sarah and I said in unison.

Kevin flopped back on his bed. "This is literally oppression."

"Everything is literally oppression to you," Sarah said, pulling up the delivery app on her phone. Her pride flag phone case caught the light, and I felt that twist again. I pulled out my phone and opened Discord, trying to look casual while my heart raced.

@SwoleBro: dude you're not gonna believe this girl

@MidnightRunner: the hot roommate again?

@SwoleBro: sarah yeah. fuck man. she just got back from basketball practice and i swear to god

@SwoleBro: like picture the hottest alt girl you've ever seen but also she can dunk

@MidnightRunner: lmao you're down BAD

@SwoleBro: shut up. but yes. those practice shorts should be illegal

@SwoleBro: and her tits are like... honestly ridiculous. but she carries herself like she doesn't even notice

@MidnightRunner: didn't you say she shot you down already?

@SwoleBro: yeah last month when i visited kev. tried to ask her out all smooth and she just laughed

@SwoleBro: "oh honey, that's sweet but i'm gay as fuck" 

@SwoleBro: most humiliating moment of my life

@MidnightRunner: F

"Extra cheese okay with everyone?" Sarah asked, looking up from her phone. I nodded quickly, minimizing Discord.

"As long as there's no pineapple," I said, trying to sound normal. She laughed that laugh that made my stomach flip.

"You're never letting that go, are you?" She grinned and went back to ordering.

@SwoleBro: but here's the thing

@SwoleBro: you know those x-change ads everywhere?

@MidnightRunner: oh no

@SwoleBro: oh YES

@SwoleBro: hear me out. i've got that week between moving in and starting the new job

@MidnightRunner: bro.

@SwoleBro: i saw her on HER the other day when she was showing kev something on her phone

@SwoleBro: what if...

@MidnightRunner: you're actually insane

@SwoleBro: most guys who take it try to hook up with dudes which is weird af

@SwoleBro: but like... wouldn't it be hot to experience being with her as a girl?

@MidnightRunner: you're going to hell and i'm going to hell for enabling this

@SwoleBro: it's just for fun! and like... have you SEEN her? those tattoos? that undercut?

@SwoleBro: and her rack is just... god tier. literally perfect

@MidnightRunner: you're objectifying lesbians now. fantastic

@SwoleBro: it's not just that! she's so fucking cool. like actually the coolest person

@SwoleBro: you should hear her roast my brother. she's brilliant

@MidnightRunner: so your plan is to... catfish her? with your own gender-swapped body?

@SwoleBro: when you put it that way it sounds bad

"Pizza's ordered," Sarah announced. "Forty minutes."

I looked up to say something witty, but the words died in my throat. Kevin was staring at my phone screen, his head tilted at an angle from his bed that gave him a perfect view. His eyes met mine, and I saw something I'd never seen in my annoying little brother's face before: calculation.

@SwoleBro: shit

@SwoleBro: SHIT

@SwoleBro: i think kev saw my phone

@MidnightRunner: rip

Sarah stretched. "I'm gonna shower before the food gets here. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone?"

As soon as the door closed behind her, Kevin sat up. The Dorito bag crinkled ominously.

"So," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "What would Mom think about her perfect oldest son being such a creep?"

"What are you talking about?" I closed Discord so fast I nearly dropped my phone. But Kevin just kept grinning that weird grin.

"You were totally creeping on her Instagram, weren't you?"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I wasn't—"

"Don't worry, I won't tell her," Kevin said, reaching for a fresh bag of Doritos. "But like, she's way out of your league anyway. She's out of everyone's league."

I rolled my eyes, playing it cool while my heart rate slowly returned to normal. "Whatever, twerp. I was just checking work emails."

"Sure you were." He smirked, but there was something in his expression I couldn't quite read.

The pink pill sat on my bathroom counter like a tiny piece of future. My new apartment was still mostly boxes – the echo of emptiness broken only by my mattress on the floor and the gentle hum of Summer City traffic outside. Through the window, I could see the X-Change Tower glowing in the distance, its massive screens cycling through ads for different pill variants.

I refreshed r/XChangeTips for the hundredth time:

"First Time Tips for MTF X-Change Dating?"

Hey all! About to take my first Basic Pink. Planning to hit the lesbian dating scene. Any tips for not totally giving myself away as an X-Change tourist? 

Edit: YES I know about the "no tourists" thing in most lesbian bios. I'm not trying to be creepy, I promise! Just... curious.

[152 comments]

> TopComment [837 upvotes]

> Protip: Don't try to create your dating profile BEFORE you change. You have no idea what you'll look like or how you'll feel. Seriously. Wait until after.

>> Reply: THIS. My dumb ass made a whole profile with AI-generated pics that looked nothing like me. Super awkward convo with my date later.

> SecondComment [623 upvotes]

> Speaking as a cis lesbian in Summer City - we can usually tell X-Change tourists right away. The ones who:

> - Immediately talk about their boobs

> - Don't know basic lesbian culture

> - Think lesbian dates are just straight dates but with two girls

> Just be honest about being new to this. Most of us don't mind X-Change girls IF YOU'RE UPFRONT.

> ThirdComment [419 upvotes]

> DON'T: 

> - Use the term "pillow princess" if you don't know what it means

> - Talk about your "former life as a guy"

> DO:

> - Take it slow

> - Be yourself (your new self)

I minimized Reddit and pulled up HER again. Sarah's profile was still there, that same photo of her at the court, basketball tucked under one arm, tattoos on full display. Her bio made me a little nervous; "Tattooed hooper seeking same. If you can't beat me in HORSE, swipe left 😘"

My blank profile stared back at me. Username: "MindyHoops." Bio: still empty. No photos yet.

I opened Discord:

@SwoleBro: okay last chance to talk me out of this

@MidnightRunner: you're really doing it huh

@SwoleBro: got the pill and everything

@SwoleBro: apartment's all set up. got some clothes. watched like 50 makeup tutorials

@MidnightRunner: you know this is insane right?

@SwoleBro: it's Summer City baby! everyone experiments here

@SwoleBro: ...right?

@MidnightRunner: just don't be a creep about it

@SwoleBro: too late, already peak creep. but i'll try to be respectful?

@MidnightRunner: that's... something i guess

@SwoleBro: wish me luck. going dark for 24 hours

@MidnightRunner: don't do anything I wouldn't do

@SwoleBro: that leaves like everything on the table lmao

I looked in the mirror one last time. Plain old Mike stared back – not ugly, but definitely not Sarah's type. 

"Well," I said to my reflection, picking up the pill. "Here's to doing the stupidest and most ill-advised thing ever."

Or, you know, maybe just getting a date with the hottest girl in Summer City. Either way.

I popped the pill in my mouth, and swallowed.

For about 30 seconds, nothing happened. Then I felt it. A full body charlie-horse, starting at my toes and moving up. "Oh FUCK," I groaned, gripping the counter. My voice cracked on 'fuck' - and kept cracking, like I was going through reverse puberty.

The first real change I noticed was my shoulders literally shrinking. It felt like someone was squeezing me from both sides, but not painfully - more like that feeling when you finally stretch after being cramped on an airplane. I watched in the mirror as my frame just... compressed. My height started dropping too, and that was the weirdest part - like being in an elevator going down, but the elevator was my skeleton.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my voice already noticeably higher. "Holy actual shit."

Then my hips started. And holy fuck, did they start.

You know that feeling when you crack your back? Imagine that, but it's your entire pelvis, and it keeps going. I felt my hipbones literally spreading wider, wider, WIDER. My sweatpants, which had been loose, started to get tight around my ass and thighs. In the mirror, I watched my entire lower body just... expand. My butt was growing, but not in a fake Instagram way - it was like my entire skeletal structure was being rebuilt from the waist down.

"This is not what I expected," I said to my reflection, voice now definitely feminine. My face was changing too, softening around the edges. My red hair was growing out, past my ears now, the color staying the same but the texture getting finer.

I kept waiting for the big moment - for my chest to start growing. That's what I'd been hoping for, if I'm being honest. But instead, my ribcage just kept getting smaller, my waist pinching in dramatically. I did get breasts, but they were... modest. Barely an A-cup.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said to the mirror. "I wanted to be stacked!"

Then the last change hit, and holy shit. It felt like someone had grabbed everything between my legs and was slowly pulling it inside out. Not painful, but the most intense sensation I've ever felt. I grabbed the counter, legs shaking, as everything... rearranged.

When it was done, I stared at my reflection. I was 5'7" now, way shorter than before. But my proportions... holy fuck. My hips had to be at least 45 inches around, my waist tiny in comparison. I looked like a fucking fertility goddess from the waist down, but up top I was built like a runway model.

"Well," I said, my new voice sweet and clear. "This is... not what I planned for."

I picked up my phone:

@SwoleBro: dude

@SwoleBro: DUDE

@SwoleBro: what the actual fuck

@MidnightRunner: it worked??

@SwoleBro: yeah but not how i expected

@SwoleBro: remember how i wanted to be stacked?

@MidnightRunner: yeah?

@SwoleBro: well instead i got an ass that won't quit

@SwoleBro: like... REALLY won't quit

@SwoleBro: i look like pixar mom

@MidnightRunner: lmaooooo

@SwoleBro: this is not funny! how am i supposed to play basketball looking like this??

@MidnightRunner: maybe sarah likes booties?

@SwoleBro: ...

@SwoleBro: you know what

@SwoleBro: that's actually a good point

@MidnightRunner: told you not all lesbians are into huge racks

@SwoleBro: yeah yeah you're very wise

@SwoleBro: gtg figure out how to walk with this center of gravity

@MidnightRunner: good luck thicc queen

I tried taking my first steps and immediately stumbled sideways into the bathroom door. It was like someone had strapped a weighted backpack around my hips - every movement had this wild pendulum effect I wasn't ready for. My center of gravity felt like it had dropped about a foot lower and two inches behind where it should be.

"Jesus," I muttered, catching myself on the doorframe. "How do people live like this?"

I made my way to the bedroom where I'd laid out clothes I'd ordered online. The jeans I'd bought - which I'd thought were way too big - now looked comically small compared to my new proportions. After ten minutes of jumping, wiggling, and swearing, I gave up and put my old men's sweatpants back on. They hung loose around my newly tiny waist but at least they fit over my hips.

"This is fine," I said to nobody in particular, rolling the waistband over three times. "This is totally fine."

I grabbed my phone to try taking some selfies and immediately dropped it on my face while trying to find a good angle. The basketball shorts and tank top I'd bought thinking I'd have an athletic build were just... wrong. The tank top hung weirdly loose where I'd expected to need more fabric up top.

@SwoleBro: update: clothes don't fit

@SwoleBro: and i just hit my hip on every piece of furniture in this apartment

@SwoleBro: why does everything in here have corners??

@MidnightRunner: welcome to life as a woman

@SwoleBro: this is ridiculous. my bathroom counter is suddenly at boob height

@SwoleBro: which wouldn't be a problem if i HAD ANY

@MidnightRunner: pics or it didn't happen

@SwoleBro: working on it but selfies are HARD

@SwoleBro: how do girls make this look so easy??

I needed good profile pictures if I was going to have any chance with Sarah. The court behind my apartment building seemed like the obvious choice - show off some basketball skills, right? I grabbed a ball and headed down.

First shot hit the rim and bounced directly into my face.

"Mother FUCKER," I yelped, my new voice making it sound more like a squeak. I'd played varsity in high school, but that body might as well have been from another planet. My arms felt too short, my balance was all wrong, and every jump made my new proportions feel like they were fighting physics itself.

After twenty minutes of practice, I finally managed to sink a few shots. My phone balanced precariously on a bench, I recorded myself making a three-pointer. It looked... okay. Even kind of graceful, if you ignored the part where I nearly ate shit on the landing.

Back in the apartment, I finally opened HER and started working on my profile:

*Mindy, 23. New to Summer City, looking to explore the court and the city. Former hooper trying to get back in the game. Coffee?* 

I added the basketball video and a slightly blurry mirror selfie where you couldn't quite tell that my clothes didn't fit right. Then, before I could chicken out, I found Sarah's profile and swiped right.

The match was instant.

*Sarah: Nice shot! But your form needs work* 😉 

*Sarah: So you're new in town?*

I stared at the message for a full minute, hit my hip on the kitchen counter turning too fast, swore, and finally replied:

*Mindy: Thanks! And yeah, just moved here. Still getting my bearings. And my basketball legs back apparently* 😅

*Sarah: Cute! Want some practice? I know a good court. Promise I'll go easy on you* 

Holy shit. This was actually working.

*THUNK*

"Ow fuck!" I'd done it again - hip, corner, pain. Note to self: wider turning radius required.

But hey, at least I had a date.

"You can do this," I told my reflection, trying not to notice how the new black thong disappeared entirely between my big, fat, aobbly ass-globes. "You're a strong, independent woman who... can't easily put on pants!"

My phone buzzed on the bathroom counter.

*Sarah: Just finished morning practice. Ready to get schooled later?* 

Attached was a selfie that made my knees weak - her in a sports bra, tits glistening with sweat, that undercut somehow still looking perfect.

*Mindy: Looking good! And hey, I was team captain in high school*

(This was technically true - JV team, sophomore year, before I quit to focus on debate club)

*Sarah: Oh really? What position?*

*Mindy: Point guard. Quick on my feet*

(I was actually center, but given my new height...)

*Sarah: Prove it then. Winner buys coffee* 😘

I nearly dropped my phone in the toilet. Was this actually working?

"Focus," I muttered, returning to the nightmare that was trying on clothes. The new shorts I'd bought were technically my size, but they seemed designed for someone with normal human proportions. No matter how I adjusted them, they either showed half my ass or gave me the world's worst camel toe.

I pulled up r/XChangeTips again:

"Help! Dressing for a date with a lesbian hottie???"

> Just be yourself! But also here's a 47-point guide to lesbian fashion signals including but not limited to: cuffed sleeves, docs vs vans, septum piercings, and the subtle art of the sports bra...

[read more]

"Yeah, not happening," I said, settling for the least obscene shorts I could find and a plain black t-shirt that actually fit pretty well. I'd managed some basic makeup following YouTube tutorials - just enough to not look completely clueless.

Moving boxes still lined the walls of my apartment, making it feel like a maze. I'd hip-checked three of them already this morning. My phone buzzed again.

Sarah: Fair warning - I play dirty

Sarah: In basketball, I mean 😏

Mindy: That a promise?

Sarah: Guess you'll find out. Send me a fit check tho

I was trying to figure out how to take a mirror selfie that showed off my assets (namely, my massive asset) without looking desperate when the doorbell rang.

"Package delivery!"

"Just a sec!" I called back, grabbing my wallet. Probably those high-waisted shorts I panic-ordered last night.

I opened the door without checking the peephole.

Kevin stood there, phone already recording, wearing the smuggest grin I'd ever seen on his stupid face. "Hey sis," he said. "Looking good! Mom and Dad are gonna love these family photos."

The bottom dropped out of my stomach. The world went sideways. My new center of gravity betrayed me one final time as I stumbled backward into a stack of moving boxes.

"I can explain," I squeaked.

"Oh, I know you can," Kevin said, stepping into the apartment. "And you're going to."

"How did you—"

"Dude, your Discord password is still password123," He held up his phone, showing the chat logs.

I slid down the wall to sit on the floor, my impossible hips making even that simple motion awkward.

"Let's review what I've got," Kevin said, scrolling through his phone while perched on my kitchen counter like some kind of malevolent desk gargoyle. "One: your Discord logs thirsting over my roommate. Two: video evidence of your..." He gestured vaguely at my whole situation. "Three: about fifty creepy Reddit comments about 'learning to be a lesbian.' Ooooohhhh hoooo... this is good..."

I tried to snatch his phone but he held it up high, which was now unfortunately well out of my reach.

"Careful there, sis!" He cackled. "Wouldn't want to break any appliances with that thing."

"I hate you so much right now."

"Aww, is that any way to talk to your favorite brother? The one who's keeping your secret from our dear parents?" He affected Mom's voice: "'Michael, how COULD you? And in SUMMER CITY of all places!'"

My phone buzzed again. Sarah.

*Sarah: Court's free at 7 if you're ready to get destroyed* 😘

"Oh my god, she's using winky faces!" Kevin peered at my screen. "This is actually working! She's gonna absolutely murder you when she finds out. Remember when she broke that guy's nose in pickup ball for being creepy?"

The memory of Sarah's right hook made me feel faint. "What do you want? Just... what do you WANT?"

"Well..." He hopped off the counter and started pacing, ticking off points on his fingers. "First, I need a hot girl in my Instagram photos to make me look cool at college. No face pics, don't worry. Just, you know..." He gestured at my lower half. "That whole situation."

"That's disgusting—"

"Or WAIT!" He talked over me. "You're coming to Sunday dinner at home. Mom's making pot roast."

"I can't— the pill only lasts 24 hours!"

"Better stock up then!" He started opening random boxes. "Also, I need you to make me dinner. I'm starving and this is hilarious."

"FINE!" I practically screamed, my new voice cracking. "Fine. I mean. UGH! But you PROMISE to keep this is a SECRET. And I'm not doing anything WEIRD."

"Sis," Kevin grinned, "You already have done something WEIRD."

I kept unpacking boxes, my cheeks flushing, I had to keep my hands busy or I was gonna go nuts. I couldn't believe that little SHIT had found my Discord logs. Kevin had ALWAYS done this kind of shit. When we were kids he found my stash of vintage Playboys and told Dad. When I was in high school he told the whole football team about my Runescape addiction. In college he posted my AO3 fanfics to the family group chat.

But this. THIS. This was beyond the pale. I'd underestimated him.

"Okay," Kevin said, flopping onto my couch. "First thing's first. A NICE dinner."

"Kev, I have a date with Sarah at 7. I don't have TIME for—"

"Oh no no no," he waggled a finger. "You're not going on that date. Not until I say so."

My stomach dropped. "What? No. You can't—"

"I can and I will," he said, scrolling through his phone. "Now let's see. What should we have to eat?"

I looked at the clock. 3:05 PM. Four hours to get him out of here. Maybe if I played along...

"How about a sandwich?" I suggested. Quick and easy. "A nice roast beef."

Kevin snorted. "Nice try. No, I'm thinking... homemade pizza. From scratch."

My eyes went wide. "That'll take HOURS."

"Exactly," he winked. "Now hop to it, sis. Chop chop!"

Thankfully, I'd just done groceries, and pizza was one thing I had the stuff for. I gritted my teeth and headed for the kitchen. I could feel Kevin's eyes on me.

"Jesus," he muttered. "How do you even walk with that thing?"

"Not easily," I snapped, pulling out ingredients. As I bent to get a mixing bowl, I heard the distinct sound of a camera shutter.

"Kevin!" I whirled around, nearly losing my balance. "Did you just—"

"Relax," he held up his hands. "Less talking, more cooking."

I mixed the dough with shaking hands, trying to ignore the way Kevin's eyes kept drifting to my chest and hips. My t-shirt felt too tight suddenly, even though it had fit fine earlier.

"So," Kevin said casually. "How exactly were you planning on fooling Sarah? You can barely walk."

I focused on kneading the dough, not looking at him. "I don't know. I thought... I don't know."

"You're a terrible liar," he laughed. "Come on. Spill."

I sighed, feeling defeated. "I just... I like her so much, Kev. She's so cool and funny and—"

"And stacked," he finished for me. "Yeah, I've noticed."

"It's not just that!" I protested, but my face was burning.

"Sure, sure," Kevin waved a hand. "So what's the endgame here? You fuck her and then what? Turn back into a dude and hope she doesn't notice?"

I nearly dropped the bowl. "I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admitted.

"Clearly," Kevin snorted. He stood up and stretched. "Alright, while that dough rises, let's see what else we can do to pass the time."

My heart sank. "Like what?"

Kevin's grin was pure evil. "Well, for starters, you could model some outfits for me. I bet you bought all kinds of fun stuff, huh?"

I wanted to die. "Kevin, please—"

"Nuh uh," he wagged a finger. "You want me to keep your secret? You play by my rules. Now go put on something cute. And make it snappy!"

I trudged to the bedroom, my enormous ass swaying with each step. I could hear Kevin's low whistle behind me.

"Damn, sis," he called. "You got the whole bakery back there!"

I slammed the door, leaning against it and fighting back tears. This was a nightmare. I looked at my phone. 3:45 PM. Still so much time to kill.

I pulled out the pile of clothes I'd ordered online. Most of them were comically small now, thanks to my new proportions. I settled on a crop top and yoga pants, both stretched to their absolute limit.

When I emerged, Kevin's eyes went wide. "Holy shit," he breathed. "You look like an Instagram thirst trap."

I crossed my arms over my chest, face burning. "Can we be done now?"

"Not even close," Kevin grinned. "Give us a little twirl."

I rotated slowly, feeling more exposed with each second. The yoga pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Now bend over and touch your toes," Kevin instructed.

"What? No!" I protested.

Kevin held up his phone. "You want Mom and Dad to see these Discord logs?"

Slowly, humiliatingly, I bent at the waist. The fabric of the yoga pants stretched impossibly tight.

"Jesus Christ," Kevin muttered. I heard the camera shutter again.

"Kevin!" I straightened up, face flaming. "Stop taking pictures!"

He just grinned. "Make me."

I lunged for his phone but he easily held it out of reach. My new center of gravity betrayed me and I stumbled, falling against him.

"Whoa there," he steadied me, his hand lingering a bit too long on my waist. "Careful with the merchandise."

I pushed away from him, skin crawling. "You're disgusting."

"Says the guy who turned himself into a girl to try and bang his brother's roommate," Kevin retorted.

I opened my mouth to argue but nothing came out. 

"Now," Kevin clapped his hands together. "What else can we do to pass the time?"

I looked at the clock. 4:30 PM. Still so long to go.

"Please," I begged. "Just let me go on this date. I'll do anything."

Kevin's eyes lit up. "Anything?"

I immediately regretted my words. "I mean—"

"Nope, you said it," he grinned. "Okay, how about this. Show me your butt. The whole thing."

My stomach dropped. "Kevin, that's—"

"Totally normal between siblings," he finished. "Come on, it's just skin. Unless you want me to call Mom..."

I closed my eyes, willing this all to be a bad dream. But when I opened them, Kevin was still there, waiting expectantly.

Slowly, humiliatingly, I bent at the waist. The fabric of the yoga pants stretched impossibly tight.

"Holy shit," Kevin breathed. "You could bounce a quarter off that thing. And is that... yep, major camel toe alert!"

I straightened up, face burning. "Are you done?"

"Not even close," Kevin grinned, eyes gleaming. "Now how about you show big bro what you're really working with under there?"

My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," he waggled his eyebrows. "Let's see the full moon, sis. The whole enchilada. The—"

"I get it!" I snapped. "And absolutely not."

Kevin's expression hardened. "No? Okay, let me just pull up Mom's number here..."

"Wait!" I held up my hands. "Just... give me a second."

I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. This was beyond humiliating. But if he told Mom and Dad... I'd never live it down. They'd probably make me move back home, away from my new job, away from Sarah...

"Tick tock," Kevin sing-songed. "Don't make me start the video call..."

"FINE!" I practically screamed. "You want to see? You really want to see your brother's ass that badly?"

"Sister," he corrected with a smirk. "And yes, I do. Now hop to it."

With shaking hands, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the yoga pants. I hesitated, looking at Kevin pleadingly.

He just made a little "go on" gesture.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I started to wiggle the pants down. They were so tight it was a struggle, and I had to shimmy my hips to get them past my enormous ass.

"Oh. My. God." Kevin's voice was full of awe. "It's even bigger without the pants. How is that possible?"

I wanted to die. The cool air on my exposed skin made everything feel more real somehow.

"Dude," Kevin laughed. "Your ass is eating that thong alive. I can't even see it from here!"

"Can we be done now?" I asked through gritted teeth, still not opening my eyes.

"Nope," Kevin said, popping the 'p'. "Give us a little shake."

That was the last straw. My eyes flew open, rage suddenly overwhelming my embarrassment. "You know what? NO. Fuck this. Fuck YOU."

I lunged at him, not caring that I was basically naked from the waist down. My new center of gravity threw me off and I stumbled, but momentum carried me forward. I slammed into Kevin, knocking us both to the ground.

"What the hell!" he yelped as we went down in a tangle of limbs.

I started slapping at him wildly, beyond caring about consequences. "You're such an asshole!" I screamed. "Why do you always have to ruin everything?"

Kevin tried to shield his face. "Get off me, you psycho!"

But I was beyond reason. Years of pent-up frustration exploded out of me. I managed to land a solid punch to his jaw, feeling a sick satisfaction at the crunch.

"Fuck!" Kevin yelled, shoving me off him. But I was back on him in an instant, scratching and hitting whatever I could reach.

We rolled around on the floor, a tangle of limbs and curses. I felt his fist connect with my ribs and gasped, but the adrenaline kept me going. I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked.

"OW!" he howled. "Let go!"

"Make me!" I snarled, slamming his head into the floor.

Finally, Kevin managed to extract himself, scrambling away. We both stood, panting and glaring at each other. A bruise was already forming on his cheek where I'd punched him.

The silence stretched, tense and horrible. Kevin's lip was bleeding. He touched it gingerly, looking at the blood on his fingers. Then he sniffed, his expression hardening into something I recognized all too well.

It was the same look he'd had right before he'd told Mom about finding my weed stash. Right before he'd posted those embarrassing photos of me online.

My stomach dropped. "Kev," I said, my voice shaking. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

He just stared at me, that dangerous look in his eyes.

"Please," I begged. "Don't do anything rash. I'll do whatever you want. Just... please."

Kevin's eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my exposed lower half. I suddenly remembered I was still basically naked from the waist down.

"Whatever I want?" he said softly.

A chill ran down my spine. "Within... reason," I stammered.

In one fluid motion, Kevin closed the distance between us. Before I could react, he'd scooped me up, one arm under my knees, the other supporting my back.

"What are you doing?" I yelped, suddenly very aware of how small I felt in his arms.

He carried me towards the bedroom, his expression unreadable. "Taking what I want."

"Kevin," I whimpered, realization dawning. "We can't. You're my brother. This is wrong."

He deposited me on the bed, looming over me. "Got any better ideas?"

I wracked my brain, desperate for an alternative. "We could... we could play video games? Or I could help you with your homework? Or—"

But Kevin was beyond reason. He flipped me over roughly, pushing my face into the mattress. I felt him grab my hips, yanking them upward until I was in a humiliating face-down, ass-up position.

"Kevin, please," I begged, voice muffled by the bedding. "We can talk about this."

THWAP!

My eyes went wide as I felt something heavy and warm land between my ass cheeks. Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, I looked back over my shoulder.

Holy shit.

Kevin's cock was... enormous. Way bigger than mine had ever been. It looked almost comically large compared to his scrawny frame, nestled between the huge globes of my ass.

"Like what you see?" Kevin sneered, giving his hips a little shake that made his cock slap against my ass. "This is what you get for always taking what you want."

"What are you talking about?" I whimpered.

"Oh, don't play dumb," he growled, grinding against me. "You've always been the selfish one. Remember when we were kids and you 'accidentally' broke my GameBoy because you were jealous? Or in high school when you cockblocked me with Stacy because you had a crush on her too?"

Each accusation was punctuated with a hard slap to my ass that made the flesh jiggle obscenely.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, tears pricking my eyes. "I didn't realize—"

"Of course you didn't," Kevin snapped. "You never do. Well, if we're gonna keep being brothers, you're gonna give me what I want for once."

He grabbed the thin strip of my thong and yanked it aside roughly.

"Kevin," I pleaded. "This isn't even my real body. You can't—"

"Exactly," he cut me off. "This isn't your real body. It's just a fake jerkoff sleeve you made to try and get laid. So I'm gonna use it."

I felt the helmet of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. This was wrong. So, so wrong. But I'd already taken it too far. Made everything too weird. Maybe if I just let him...

Kevin spat, the glob of saliva landing with a wet splat between my ass cheeks. He pulled back, and I heard the lewd sounds of him slicking himself up.

"You know what Sarah told me the other day?" he said conversationally, as if he wasn't about to fuck his brother-turned-sister. "She said she likes dating girls because guys are always so focused on their own pleasure. They just want somewhere warm and wet to stick it."

The pressure returned, more insistent this time. I felt my pussy lips start to spread around his cockhead. It was the weirdest sensation - like someone pressing against my taint, but... inside out?

"So I'm gonna teach you exactly what that feels like," Kevin continued, his voice strained with effort. "Maybe then you'll have more respect when you talk to Sarah."

The pressure increased, and suddenly the head of his cock popped inside. I gasped at the intense stretch, my eyes going wide.

"Oh fuck," Kevin groaned. "You're so tight. Like a fucking vice."

He pushed forward slowly, inexorably. I could feel every inch as he spread me open, filling me in a way I'd never experienced before. It was overwhelming, almost too much.

"How's it feel, sis?" Kevin taunted, his hips still moving forward. "Getting your cherry popped by your little brother?"

I wanted to tell him to stop, to pull out, that this was too much. But all that came out was a strangled moan.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled darkly. "You love it, don't you?"

With one final thrust, he hilted himself inside me. I felt his bony hips press against my ass, his balls slapping against my pussy lips. He was so deep I swore I could feel him in my throat.

"Fuck," Kevin breathed. "I'm all the way in. Balls deep in my big brother's pussy."

I whimpered, overwhelmed by the fullness, the stretch, the utter wrongness of it all.

"You know," Kevin said, grinding his hips in small circles that made me see stars. "I always had to jerk off into a sock. But now? Now YOU'RE my cock sock."

He pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock against my inner walls sending shivers up my spine. Then he slammed forward, hard.

"And I'm gonna fuck you stupid."

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"Oh my god," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

"That's right," Kevin grunted, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Take it, you selfish bitch."

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

I couldn't think. Couldn't form words. All I could do was moan stupidly as my little brother absolutely railed me.

"Remember when you 'accidentally' deleted my Pokemon save file?" Kevin snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "You said the battery died. But I know you did it on purpose."

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Three hard spanks landed on my jiggling ass. 

"I'm sorry!" I cried out. "I was jealous you had a shiny Charizard!"

"Damn right you were," Kevin growled. He grabbed a fistful of my red hair, yanking my head back. "Look in the mirror. Look at yourself."

I opened my eyes, seeing our reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. My massive ass looked even bigger from this angle, jiggling obscenely with each thrust. Kevin's scrawny form was dwarfed behind me, but the fierce determination on his face made him look somehow bigger.

"See that?" he sneered. "See how pathetic you look? Getting your brains fucked out by your little brother?"

I whimpered, unable to look away from the lewd spectacle.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"God, your ass is so fucking big," Kevin marveled, squeezing one cheek roughly. "It's like two beach balls full of jello."

I tried to respond, to say something witty or cutting. But all that came out was a drawn-out moan.

"What's wrong, sis?" Kevin taunted. "Cat got your tongue? Or is my cock just fucking your brains out?"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Five rapid-fire spanks made my ass jiggle like crazy. I could feel the heat radiating from my abused flesh.

"Remember when you told Stacy I wet the bed until I was 12?" Kevin growled. "How about I tell Sarah how you moaned like a whore while your brother fucked you?"

"No!" I gasped. "Please, Kevin, don't—"

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

His hips slammed into me even harder, cutting off my protests. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Kevin's grunts and my pathetic whimpers.

I could feel something building inside me, a pressure I'd never experienced before. It was like a spring coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

"No," I whined. "No no no, I can't—"

"Oh yes you can," Kevin snarled.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Three more spanks, right on my sensitive sit spots. The pain blended with the pleasure.

Kevin's cock felt like a log wedged deep inside me, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my entire body, making my massive ass-cheeks jiggle like Jell-O in an earthquake.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuck!"

"That's right, sis," Kevin sneered, his hips pistoning relentlessly. "Take it. Take your little brother's fat cock."

I couldn't think. Couldn't form words. My brain was mush, reduced to a primal soup of sensation and need. All I could do was moan stupidly as my annoying little twerp of a brother absolutely railed me.

The pressure kept building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I tried to fight it, to hold back the tide, but it was useless. With a cry that was half scream, half moan, I came. Hard.

My whole body convulsed, pussy clamping down on Kevin's cock like a vice. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, obliterating all thought. My back arched involuntarily, pressing my ass harder against his hips.

"Holy shit," Kevin laughed incredulously. "Are you... are you squirting?"

I vaguely registered a gushing sound, feeling liquid splash against my thighs. But I was too lost in the throes of orgasm to care. My eyes had rolled back so far I could practically see my own brain melting.

"Oh my god," Kevin cackled. "You actually squirted! That's fucking hilarious! Wait till I tell Sarah how her new girlfriend cums like a broken fire hydrant!"

He kept pounding away, prolonging my orgasm until I was a twitching, whimpering mess beneath him. My tongue lolled out of my mouth, drool running down my chin.

"Guh... buh... wuh..." I babbled incoherently, my brain completely fried.

Kevin pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my back with surprising strength. He loomed over me, his skinny chest heaving with exertion, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

"Look at you," he sneered, lining himself up again. "Fucked stupid by your little brother. What would Mom and Dad say if they could see their perfect oldest son now?"

He slammed back inside me in one brutal thrust, making me yelp. The new angle hit spots I didn't even know I had.

"Remember when you told everyone at school I wet the bed?" Kevin growled, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "How about I tell Sarah how your squirted all over my cock?"

I whimpered pathetically, unable to form words. My brain was complete mush, reduced to a primal soup of sensation and shame. 

"Get on your knees," Kevin ordered suddenly, pulling out. "I want to see that stupid look on your face when I cum."

I complied without thinking, too far gone to resist. Kevin grabbed his phone, aiming the camera at me.

"Cross your eyes," he commanded. "Stick out your tongue. Yeah, just like those hentai girls you used to jerk off to."

I did as he said, feeling utterly humiliated but unable to stop. Kevin stroked his cock furiously, pointing it at my face.

"This is for deleting my Pokemon save," he snarled. "For telling Mom about my porn stash. For always being the 'perfect' child."

I saw his scrawny stomach clench, his jaw tighten. Then he let out a guttural grunt, and I watched in horror as his urethra expanded. A small clear bead of precum formed at the tip, glistening in the light. 

Then his cock flexed, the head swelling, and suddenly a thick rope of cum leapt from the tip directly at my face. I flinched instinctively, but it was too late. The first glob hit me like a warm, wet slap across the cheek. 

Before I could react, another surge pulsed from his cock. This one caught me right across the bridge of my nose and forehead. I could feel it slowly oozing down, leaving a trail of sticky warmth.

A third rope painted a stripe from my chin up to my eyelid. I squeezed my eyes shut, but I could still feel each subsequent blast landing on my face - my lips, my other cheek, my hair.

The smell hit me then - bleachy and slightly salty. It was overwhelming, filling my nostrils with the unmistakable scent of my little brother's cum.

I felt it dripping down my face in rivulets, some of it reaching my lips. The taste was bitter and slightly metallic.

"Holy shit," Kevin panted, milking out the last few drops. "Take it, sis. Take your little brother's cum all over your stupid face."

I whimpered pathetically, unable to open my eyes. I could feel the weight of it on my skin, each glob a reminder of my utter humiliation.

"This is for always being Mom and Dad's favorite," Kevin sneered. "For getting away with everything."

Another small spurt hit my chin. Then a final dribble landed on my exposed tongue.

"Now you're marked. You're mine."

I sat there, trembling, as Kevin's cum slowly cooled on my skin. It felt like he had dumped his entire essence onto me, marking me as his property.

"Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at yourself."

Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. My vision was blurry from the semen, but I could see my reflection in the mirror. My face was an absolute mess - streaks and globs of white covering nearly every inch. 

"That's what you get for trying to steal my roommate," Kevin said smugly. "How does it feel to be completely owned by your little brother?"

I couldn't answer. I just stared at my reflection. I looked like some kind of pornstar slut from a Brazzers video.

Kevin chuckled. "Go clean yourself up, sis. Then we'll finish making that pizza."

As I washed my face, the reality of what had just happened started to sink in. My annoying little brother had just... dominated me. Completely. And I'd let him. Worse, I'd liked it.

When I came out of the bathroom, Kevin was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at me with a smirk.

"So," he said casually. "About Sarah."

My stomach dropped. "Kevin, please—"

He held up a hand. "Relax. I'm not going to tell her. In fact... I think I can help you win her over."

I blinked, confused. "What?"

Kevin sat up, patting the spot next to him on the couch. I sat down gingerly, very aware of my new body and how it moved.

"Look," he said. "You're my sibling. And as much as I love tormenting you... I want you to be happy. So here's the deal. I'll help you with Sarah. But in exchange..."

I tensed, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You keep taking the X-Change pill. And... you let me have some fun with this new body of yours. Regularly."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Kevin cut me off.

"Think about it. You get the girl of your dreams, and I get... well, you know. It's a win-win."

I thought about it. It was twisted. Wrong on so many levels. But... Sarah. And if I was being honest with myself, the sex had been pretty amazing.

"Okay," I said softly. "Deal."

Kevin grinned. "Excellent. Now, let's finish that pizza. I'm starving."

As we worked in the kitchen, Kevin gave me tips on how to win Sarah over.

"She likes confidence," he said, sprinkling cheese on the pizza. "But not cockiness. And definitely don't try too hard to impress her with basketball knowledge. She can smell that bullshit a mile away."

I nodded, taking mental notes. It was surreal, getting dating advice from my little brother while in a female body he had just thoroughly defiled.

"Oh, and one more thing," Kevin said, turning to me. "Do you even like Sarah now? You're straight. When X-guys turn into girls, they usually keep their sexuality and just flip to liking guys."

I bristled at that. "No way. I definitely still like girls. Sarah especially."

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? Because the way you were moaning on my cock earlier..."

I felt my face flush. "That was... different. It doesn't mean anything."

"If you say so," Kevin shrugged. "Just don't be surprised if you start noticing guys more. It happens to a lot of X-Change users."

As we waited for the pizza to cook, Kevin pulled out his phone again. "Let's set up your HER profile properly this time."

We spent the next hour crafting the perfect bio and choosing photos. It felt weird, but also... nice. Like we were actually bonding for once.

"There," Kevin said finally. "That should do it."

I looked at the profile. It was good. Really good.

"Thanks, Kev," I said softly. "This is... actually really cool of you."

He grinned. "Don't mention it. Just remember our deal."

As if to emphasize his point, he reached over and gave my ass a firm squeeze. I yelped in surprise.

"Get used to it, sis," he chuckled. "This is your life now."

Sarah was already at the court when I arrived, casually sinking three-pointers like they were nothing. The late afternoon light caught the sweat on her shoulders, making the ink shimmer.

"Hey stranger," she called out, catching the ball on a perfect bounce. Her eyes did a quick scan of my outfit - the red shorts and white tank top Kevin had insisted would "make her drool." I tried not to think about how he'd made me model it for him first.

"Love the fit," Sarah said with a grin that made my stomach flip. "Ready to show me what you got?"

I managed a decent layup during warmups, my body finally starting to feel less alien. The muscle memory was still there, just... redistributed. Sarah whistled appreciatively.

"Not bad! You actually do know what you're doing." She spun the ball on one finger. "But your center of gravity's way low. You're fighting it instead of using it."

She demonstrated a proper stance, her movements effortlessly fluid. 

"See? Use those hips for power. You're built like a powerhouse - work with it."

I dealt with a very vivid flashback of Kevin's fingers digging into my hips. But I shook the thought away, focusing on mimicking Sarah's form. 

The next shot went in clean.

"There you go!" Sarah's hand landed on my shoulder, sending electricity through my skin. "You're a natural."

We fell into an easy rhythm, trading shots and stories. Sarah talked about growing up playing street ball in Chicago, coming out to her team in high school, finding her place in Summer City. I stuck to the cover story Kevin had helped craft - former high school player, new to the city, figuring life out.

"It's weird, right?" Sarah said during a water break. "That moment when you're starting fresh somewhere. Like, who am I gonna be here?"

I nearly choked on my water. "Yeah, exactly. It's like... reinventing yourself."

She nodded, those dark eyes seeing right through me. "I feel that. When I first got here, I was still trying so hard to be what everyone expected. The tough girl baller who just happened to like girls. Took me forever to just be... me."

The genuine vulnerability in her voice made my chest ache. Here she was, being real, while I was...

"You're different than most girls I meet here," Sarah said suddenly. She was close enough that I could smell her shampoo - something citrusy and clean.

"Different how?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

"Most people in Summer City are trying so hard to be someone else." Her fingers brushed my arm. "But you... there's something real about you. Even when you're obviously nervous."

Kevin's words from earlier rattled around my skull: *"You're straight. When X-guys turn into girls..."*

But Sarah's hand was still on my arm, and her touch felt like fire in the best way.

"Want to know a secret?" she said, stepping closer. "I kind of have a thing for awkward girls who can shoot threes."

My heart hammered against my ribs. This was what I'd wanted, right? But all I could think about was Kevin's smug face, his voice in my head: *"You're mine now."*

Sarah must have mistaken my internal crisis for shyness. She smiled that killer smile and started to lean in.

*Do it*, I thought desperately. *Prove Kevin wrong. Prove you still want this.*

Her lips met mine, soft and sure. For a moment, everything else fell away - Kevin's taunts, the lie, all of it. There was just Sarah, tasting like Gatorade and possibility.

Then she pulled back, eyes sparkling. "Been wanting to do that since you first messaged me."

"I..." Words failed me. My body was humming with conflicting signals - attraction to Sarah warring with memories of that afternoon, genuine connection fighting with guilt over the deception.

"Too much?" Sarah asked, immediately giving me space. God, she was so *respectful*. It made everything worse.

"No! No, it's just..." I gestured vaguely. "But that was awesome."

Sarah's smile was understanding. "Good. And no pressure. We've got time."

*Time*. Right. I had exactly 16 hours left before the pill wore off.

"Want to grab coffee next week?" Sarah asked. "Maybe when you're more settled?"

I thought about the X-Tra Strength pill in my dresser drawer. Thirty more days. Enough time to figure this out. To see if these feelings were real or just some weird side effect.

"I'd like that," I said.

Sarah squeezed my hand, then gathered her stuff. "Text me. And Mindy? Thanks for being real with me."

I watched her walk away, my lips still tingling from the kiss. In my pocket, my phone buzzed with a text from Kevin:

How's it going, sis? Don't forget our deal 😘

I deleted it without responding, but I could still feel his phantom touch on my skin. Could still hear his voice: *"You're straight. You won't even like girls as a girl."*

But Sarah's kiss had felt real. The connection had felt real.

Her words echoed in my head: *"Who am I gonna be here?"*

Good fucking question.

@SwoleBro: dude

@SwoleBro: DUDE

@SwoleBro: you up?

@MidnightRunner: it's 3am

@MidnightRunner: did you smash

@SwoleBro: kind of?

@SwoleBro: wait no

@SwoleBro: i mean we played basketball

@SwoleBro: and she kissed me

@MidnightRunner: MY MAN

@MidnightRunner: wait

@MidnightRunner: MY WOMAN?

@MidnightRunner: whatever congrats on the gay kiss

@SwoleBro: yeah about that

@SwoleBro: weird thing happened

@MidnightRunner: weirder than taking gender pills to hook up with your brother's roommate?

@SwoleBro: ...

@SwoleBro: let's not talk about my brother

@MidnightRunner: why what happened with kevin

@SwoleBro: NOTHING

@SwoleBro: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

@SwoleBro: anyway she's really cool

@MidnightRunner: bro why are you being weird about kevin

@SwoleBro: im not being weird youre being weird

@SwoleBro: ANYWAY

@SwoleBro: got an x-tra strength pill

@MidnightRunner: holy shit you're going full month??

@SwoleBro: yeah we have another date next week

@SwoleBro: and i start my new job soon so

@MidnightRunner: how you gonna explain that to HR lmao

@SwoleBro: working on it

@SwoleBro: might just say i "decided to transition"

@SwoleBro: Summer City's chill about that stuff right?

@MidnightRunner: wait back up

@MidnightRunner: what happened with kevin

@SwoleBro: nothing happened with kevin

@SwoleBro: kevin who?

@SwoleBro: i don't know any kevin

@MidnightRunner: ...did he catch you?

@SwoleBro: technically

@SwoleBro: but it's fine

@SwoleBro: we worked it out

@MidnightRunner: worked it out how??

@SwoleBro: don't worry about it

@MidnightRunner: BRO

@SwoleBro: ANYWAY Sarah's so cool

@SwoleBro: like really cool

@SwoleBro: and she likes my ass

@MidnightRunner: your monster dump truck you mean

@SwoleBro: shut up

@SwoleBro: but yes

@MidnightRunner: still straight tho?

@SwoleBro: ...

@SwoleBro: maybe?

@SwoleBro: it's complicated

@MidnightRunner: how's it complicated

@SwoleBro: don't ask questions you don't want answers to

@MidnightRunner: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

@MidnightRunner: WHAT DID KEVIN DO

@SwoleBro: gtg!

@SwoleBro: apartment stuff to do

@SwoleBro: furniture to build

@SwoleBro: totally normal girl things

@MidnightRunner: it's 3am!!!

@SwoleBro: time is an illusion

@MidnightRunner: DID YOUR BROTHER

@SwoleBro has gone offline

***

The morning sun caught the neon signs just right, making the whole street look like a vaporwave dream. Palm trees swayed against the pastel sky as Sarah and I walked down Ocean Avenue, past storefronts with that perfect retro-future aesthetic Summer City did so well. My heels clicked against the sidewalk – I'd finally mastered walking in them after a week of practice.

"You sure about those pants?" Sarah asked, eyeing my outfit with a mix of appreciation and concern. "Not that I'm complaining, but..."

I tugged at my cream-colored slacks for the hundredth time. They were professional, tasteful, and absolutely painted on around my hips. The matching blazer and silk blouse at least balanced things out, but there was no hiding my... proportions.

"Too much?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"Baby, there's no such thing as too much." Sarah's hand found the small of my back. "But you might want to bring a jacket to tie around your waist for meetings."

I loved when she called me 'baby.' It made my stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with nerves or guilt. A mint-green convertible cruised by, its synthwave beats perfectly matching the morning vibe.

"You didn't have to walk me to work," I said, even though I was thrilled she had. "Campus is in the opposite direction."

"And miss seeing you all corporate femme?" Sarah grinned. "Besides, wanted to make sure you actually wore the underwear I picked out."

My face flushed. We'd gone shopping yesterday, and Sarah had insisted on helping me build a "proper professional wardrobe." Which apparently included lace boyshorts that made me feel things I was still trying to process.

"The blue ones?" I asked innocently. "Or the black?"

Sarah's eyes darkened. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"Me? Never." I'd gotten better at this – the flirting, the back-and-forth. It felt natural now, even with Kevin's words still echoing in my head sometimes.

We passed the X-Change Tower, its massive screens cycling through their usual ads. Sarah squeezed my hand.

"Still can't believe you scored a job at General Magic," she said. "Their phones are sick. Think you can get me one with that employee discount?"

"Maybe," I teased. "If you're good."

"Oh, I'm very good." She pulled me close, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me right there on the street. But she just straightened my blazer, her fingers lingering. "You seem different this morning."

"Different how?"

"More... settled. Like you're finally comfortable in your own skin."

If she only knew. But she was right – something had shifted this past week. The constant awareness of my body had faded into background noise. The way I moved, spoke, existed... it was starting to feel like me.

"Must be the company I keep," I said.

Sarah's smile was soft. "Smooth talker." She checked her phone. "Shit, I should head back. Got practice at nine."

"Thanks for walking me," I said. The General Magic building loomed ahead, all chrome and neon. "Text me later?"

"Obviously." She glanced around, then pulled me into the shadow of a palm tree. "One for luck?"

The kiss was sweet and far too brief. She tasted like coffee and promise.

"Knock 'em dead, corporate girl," she whispered against my lips. Then she was gone, jogging back the way we'd come. I definitely watched her go.

My phone buzzed. Kevin.

Don't forget - family dinner Sunday. Told em I'm bringing my new girlfriend! Too bad Mike can't make it 😈

I deleted it again. That was a problem for future Mindy. Right now, I had a new job to start, a beautiful girl on my mind, and a whole city of possibility ahead of me.

I straightened my blazer one last time and headed for the lobby. Time to see if I could actually code in heels.

"So the good news is," HR Lady (Susan? Sharon?) said, scrolling through my paperwork, "your DNA registration matches perfectly. X-Change accommodation is actually built into all our systems."

I blinked. "Really?"

She nodded like this was the most normal thing in the world. "Oh yeah, happens all the time in Summer City. Your employee ID and building access will work regardless of... current configuration." She winked. "Just keep us updated on pronouns and preferred names. Legal name stays the same in the system."

"That's... surprisingly chill."

"Honey, this is Summer City. Half our dev team switches back and forth depending on their debugging mood. Dave in accounting's been Lucy every other week since 2028."

I left that meeting feeling weirdly validated. The whole first week had been like that - surprisingly normal. Sure, my new center of gravity made the ergonomic office chairs a challenge, but I was getting used to it. And my code still worked the same, even if my fingers were smaller.

Then Sunday came.

"So HR was just... cool with it?" Kevin asked, merging his beat-up Civic onto I-75 South. "Just like that?"

"They have a whole X-Change policy handbook," I said, tugging my sundress down for the hundredth time. The pale yellow fabric kept riding up my thighs every time I shifted. "Apparently half of General Magic's dev team switches regularly. They just update your ID badge photo."

"Of course they do. It's Summer City." He snorted, glancing at my legs. "Pull that dress down all you want, it's not getting any longer."

"Maybe if someone hadn't picked out my outfit—"

"Hey, you agreed to this." His grin had that edge I hated. "And Mom's gonna love her son's new 'girlfriend.'"

I slumped in the seat, which just made the dress situation worse. "I can't believe you told them I'm your girlfriend."

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey Mom, remember Mike? Well, he took some pills and now he's got child-bearing hips?'"

"I do not have child-bearing—"

"Have you looked in a mirror?" He reached over and poked my thigh.

I swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Aww, what's wrong sis? Thought we had something special."

My stomach churned. "We agreed you'd lay off about... that."

"No, YOU decided I'd lay off." His voice hardened. "I've been nice this past week. Letting you play house with Sarah. Speaking of which, how's that going? Still trying to convince yourself you're into girls?"

"I AM into girls," I snapped. "Sarah and I have a real connection."

"Sure you do." His hand landed on my knee. "That why you haven't slept with her yet?"

I jerked away, pressing against the door. "That's none of your business."

"Everything about you is my business now." He squeezed my thigh. "Remember our deal?"

"Kevin, please." My voice cracked. "I thought... I thought we were past this."

"Past what? The fact that my big brother turned himself into a walking fetish doll to try and fuck my roommate?" His hand slid higher. "The fact that he got caught and now he has to play by my rules?"

"Stop it." I grabbed his wrist. "We're going to see our parents."

"Exactly." He pulled his hand back, but his smile was dangerous. "And you're going to be the perfect girlfriend. Sweet, attentive... obedient."

The implications made me feel sick. "What did you tell them about me?"

"That you're a freshman. Art major. Totally smitten with me." He chuckled. "Don't worry, I kept it simple. Even you can't screw it up."

"I hate you so much right now."

"No you don't." His voice was almost gentle. "You hate that you don't hate this as much as you should."

I stared out the window, watching the Florida landscape blur past. He wasn't entirely wrong, and that was the worst part.

"Look," Kevin said after a while. "Just play along. One nice family dinner. Show Mom and Dad what a perfect couple we are. Then maybe... maybe I forget to mention to Sarah about those Discord logs."

My head snapped around. "You wouldn't."

"Try me." He reached over and patted my cheek. "Now fix your lipstick. We're almost there."

I pulled down the visor mirror. The girl staring back at me looked scared, confused, and way too pretty for her own good. My red hair fell in soft waves – he'd insisted I not go with my usual ponytail.

"Good girl," Kevin said softly.

I wanted to scream. To jump out of the car. To turn back into Mike and punch him in his smug face.

Instead, I reapplied my lipstick.

"And then Kevin just walked straight into the pool – still holding the GameBoy!" Dad was tearing up with laughter. "Mike had to jump in and save him!"

"Dad," Kevin warned, but I was already giggling.

"Oh my god, was that the limited edition Pokemon one?" I asked innocently. "The one you cried about for like a week?"

Kevin's fork scraped against his plate. Right. I wasn't supposed to know that.

"You told her that story?" Mom asked, passing the green beans.

"I tell her everything," Kevin said through gritted teeth, his hand finding my knee under the table in a grip that was definitely not affectionate.

The dining room was exactly as I remembered it – family photos everywhere (including several of me that made my stomach lurch), the same faded wallpaper, even the chip in the china cabinet from when Kevin and I had tried wrestling indoors. Mom had made pot roast, my favorite. Not that Mindy was supposed to know that.

"Kevin's always been our sensitive one," Mom said warmly. "Mike was the rough-and-tumble athlete, but Kevin – he had such a gentle soul."

"Still does," I simpered, laying it on thick. Kevin's grip tightened. "He's so... creative."

Dad snorted into his wine. "That's one word for it. How's that, uh, what do you call it? That Japanese cartoon stuff?"

"Anime, Dad," Kevin muttered. "And I told you, I'm focusing on my studies now."

"Right, right. Speaking of studies, Mike just got that big promotion at General Magic—"

"Actually," Kevin cut in loudly, "Mindy's an artist. She does... paintings."

Mom brightened. "Oh! What kind of paintings?"

Shit. "Um... abstract? Very... modern."

"How wonderful!" Mom beamed. "Kevin never mentioned you were creative too. You two must be perfect for each other."

"Oh yeah," Kevin said, his thumb stroking my thigh in a way that made me want to stab him with my fork. "We're like siblings."

I choked on my water.

"Are you alright, dear?" Mom asked.

"Fine!" I squeaked. "Just... went down the wrong pipe."

"You know what else went down the wrong pipe?" Kevin murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

I was going to murder him.

"So, Mindy," Dad said, "Kevin tells us you're a freshman? How are you liking Summer City University?"

"It's great! The campus is so..." I searched for details that wouldn't give me away. "Palm tree-y."

Kevin snickered. I stepped on his foot.

"Have you met Mike yet?" Mom asked. "He visits Kevin sometimes at the dorm."

"Oh, Mike's been... busy," Kevin said. "Very busy. Doing... things."

"Such a shame," Mom sighed. "He always makes time for family dinner though. Even with that new job."

I felt a twinge of guilt. "He sounds wonderful."

"The best," Dad agreed. "Captain of the debate team, class president, and now killing it in tech. Always looking out for his little brother too."

Kevin's face darkened. "Yeah, Mike's just perfect, isn't he?"

"Now Kevin," Mom started.

"No, really!" Kevin's voice had that edge. "Mike's so great. So responsible. Really knows how to take care of... everything."

His hand slid higher up my thigh. I grabbed it, digging my nails in.

"Actually," I said sweetly, "Kevin was just telling me about Mike's Pokemon cards. The ones Kevin tried to flush—"

"Who wants dessert?" Kevin practically shouted.

Later, over Mom's famous apple pie, the conversation turned to sleeping arrangements.

"It's much too late to drive back," Mom insisted. "Mindy can take Mike's room! He won't mind."

"I don't know..." Kevin started.

"Perfect!" I said quickly, relishing his discomfort. "I'd love to see where the famous Mike sleeps."

"Oh, let me show you his trophies!" Mom jumped up. "Kevin, help your father with the dishes."

Kevin's face was thunderous as Mom led me upstairs. I blew him a kiss.

My old room was exactly as I'd left it – debate team medals, basketball trophies, even my old GameBoy on the desk. Mom chatted happily about her perfect oldest son while I tried not to look too familiar with everything.

"...and this is from when he won State!" She held up a photo of me – of Mike – grinning with a trophy. "Kevin was so proud. Wouldn't stop talking about his big brother for weeks."

Something in her voice made me look closer. The photo showed Kevin too, barely in frame, staring at his brother with a mixture of admiration and resentment I'd never noticed before.

"He really looks up to Mike, doesn't he?" I said softly.

"Always has." Mom's smile turned sad. "Sometimes I think that's been hard for him. Living in that shadow."

Guilt twisted in my stomach. Had I really been such a perfect son that Kevin had felt... what? Overshadowed? Inadequate?

A floorboard creaked behind us. Kevin stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

"Just showing Mindy your brother's room," Mom said brightly.

"Great." Kevin's voice was flat. "Really great."

Mom kissed us both goodnight, leaving us alone in my old room. The silence stretched.

"Remember when you tried to build that treehouse?" I said, picking up an old photo. "And you fell and broke your arm?"

Kevin snorted. "Yeah, because *someone* said the branch could totally hold both of us."

"Hey, I was trying to be encouraging!" I laughed. "Besides, you looked so cool with that cast. All the girls signed it."

"Yeah, right before you got your first girlfriend and suddenly became the expert on everything."

There was an edge to his voice that made me pause. "Kev, I was just—"

"Just what?" he snapped. "Just being perfect Mike again? Golden boy who can do no wrong?"

I blinked, taken aback by the venom in his tone. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on," he snarled. "You heard them at dinner. 'Mike this, Mike that.' It's always been like that. Even when you're not here, it's all about you."

"Kevin, that's not—"

"Not what? Not true?" He stood up, fists clenched. "My whole life has been about living up to *Mike*. And now, even when you're..." he gestured at my body, "...like this, they still can't shut up about you!"

"Keep your voice down," I hissed. "Mom and Dad will hear—"

"Maybe they should!" Kevin's eyes were wild. "Maybe I should go downstairs right now and tell them exactly what their perfect son has been up to!"

My blood ran cold. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" He grabbed my old GameBoy off the desk. "Maybe I'm tired of being the screwup little brother. Maybe it's time they saw Saint Mike for what he really is!"

Before I could stop him, he hurled the GameBoy against the wall. It shattered with a sickening crunch.

I yelped, terrified our parents would wake up. "Kevin, please—"

But he was beyond reason. Tears streamed down his face as he grabbed trophies, hurling them to the floor. "Look at all this! Captain Mike! President Mike! Tech genius Mike! What about Kevin, huh? What about me?!"

I stood frozen, watching my brother come apart at the seams. All the resentment, all the pain I'd somehow missed for years... it was all pouring out now.

"I thought..." Kevin's voice cracked. "I thought if I brought you here like this, they'd finally see *me*. That I could be the successful one for once. But no. It's still all about you."

He sank to the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of my old life. His shoulders shook with silent sobs.

"Kev," I said softly, kneeling beside him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't," he spat. "You never noticed anything that wasn't about you."

The words stung because they were true. How had I missed this? How had I been so blind?

"You're right," I whispered. "I was selfish. I am selfish."

Kevin looked up, his face a mess of tears and snot.

"I'm selfish," I repeated. "And I'm sorry. I... I want to make it right."

His laugh was bitter. "How? You gonna time travel and undo our whole childhood?"

I shook my head. "No."

Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached for his belt buckle.

Kevin's eyes went wide. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," I breathed. "I don't even know. Just... let me."

My fingers trembled as I unzipped his jeans. This was so fucked up. But if it kept him from telling our parents... if it could somehow make up for years of neglect...

Kevin's body was tense, coiled like a spring about to snap. I could feel the heat radiating off him as I tugged his pants down. His cock flopped free, already half-hard.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said but didn't stop me.

I just wrapped my fingers around his ridiculous fuck-log, marveling at how thick it felt in my delicate hand. *Geez.*

Kevin's breath hitched. "I fucking hate you."

I looked up at him, my lips parted. His cock twitched, growing harder by the second. 

"I know," I whispered, before spitting on his cock and taking the big helmet into my mouth.

The taste was... musky, salty, with hints of the cheap body spray he always used. I tried not to gag as I took more of him in, my tongue working the sensitive underside.

Kevin's hand found my hair, gripping tight. "Fuck," he hissed.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard. My sundress had ridden up, exposing my ass. I felt Kevin's other hand grab a handful of my butt, squeezing roughly.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Perfect Mike."

I whimpered around his cock, eyes watering as I tried to take more. The heaviness of it on my tongue, the way it stretched my jaw... it was overwhelming. But I had to do this. Had to make it good. Had to show Kevin how sorry I was.

I pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cockhead. "I'm sorry," I panted. "I'm so sorry for everything."

Then I dove back down, taking him as deep as I could. My nose brushed against his pubic hair, and I fought the urge to gag. 

Kevin's grip on my hair tightened. "Fuck," he grunted. "You're actually... fuck."

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as I bobbed my head. My hands found his balls, massaging gently. They felt so heavy, so full. Like all his pent-up resentment was stored there, waiting to be released.

"Look at me," Kevin demanded.

I obeyed, gazing up at him with tear-filled eyes. His expression was a mix of anger, lust, and something else... something almost like tenderness.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The praise sent a shiver through me. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I worked him deeper. 

Kevin's hips started to move, pushing his cock further into my throat. I relaxed as best I could, letting him use me.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so... fuck."

I could feel him swelling, getting close. Part of me wanted to pull away, to stop this madness. But a larger part needed to see this through. To give him this.

Kevin's thrusts became erratic. His grip on my hair was almost painful now.

"I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna..." Kevin groaned.

I didn't move. I knew what was coming, and I was determined to take it all. To swallow every drop of my brother's... frustration.

His cock swelled in my mouth, the head flaring. I felt his balls tighten against my chin.

SPLURT!

The first jet hit the back of my throat like a warm, salty punch. I gagged slightly but held on.

SPLORT! SPLURT!

Two more heavy pulses, filling my mouth with thick, sticky seed. The taste was intense - bitter and slightly metallic.

Kevin's hips jerked, forcing his cock deeper. I could feel each throb, each twitch as he emptied himself into me.

BLOOORT!

Another massive rope. My cheeks bulged, struggling to contain it all. Tears streamed down my face, but I kept my eyes locked on Kevin's.

His expression was a mix of ecstasy and... something else. Relief? Vindication?

The last few spurts were weaker, but still substantial. When he finally stopped cumming, my mouth was completely full.

Kevin pulled out slowly, his softening cock dragging across my tongue. A thin strand of cum connected the tip to my lips.

"Swallow it," he commanded softly.

I hesitated for just a moment. Then, never breaking eye contact, I gulped it all down.

It felt like swallowing liquid angst. Heavy, viscous, sliding down my throat to land with a leaden weight in my stomach.

Kevin watched me intently, his chest heaving. "Good girl," he whispered.

I sat back on my heels, feeling utterly spent. My jaw ached. My throat burned. But something had shifted between us.

Kevin tucked himself away, then helped me to my feet. We stood there for a long moment, just looking at each other.

"We should clean up," I finally said, gesturing at the mess of broken trophies.

Kevin nodded. "Yeah."

The taste of his cum lingered on my tongue - metallic and bitter, like sucking on a penny. I kept running my tongue over my teeth, chasing the flavor despite myself. 

We worked in silence at first, gathering up the shattered remains of trophies and picture frames. The room felt different now, charged with a weird energy I couldn't quite name.

"So, uh," Kevin finally said, breaking the silence. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agreed eloquently.

More awkward quiet. I bent to pick up a broken trophy base, very aware of how my dress rode up.

"Nice view," Kevin quipped.

I straightened quickly, face burning. "Shut up."

He grinned, some of his usual cockiness returning. "Hey, just appreciating the, uh, artistry."

"You're the worst," I muttered, but there was no real heat in it.

We lapsed into silence again, broken only by the clink of metal and glass as we cleaned.

"Do you think—" I started.

"Maybe we should—" Kevin said at the same time.

We both stopped, laughing awkwardly.

"You go," I said.

Kevin rubbed the back of his neck. "I was just gonna say... maybe we should talk about, you know. What just happened."

My stomach did a flip. "Oh. Right. That."

"Yeah. That."

More silence. I focused intently on sweeping up glass shards, trying to ignore the way my lips still felt swollen.

"It was, uh... good," Kevin finally said. "Really good, actually."

I looked up, startled. "Oh. Thanks?"

He snorted. "You're welcome, I guess."

We both burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all.

"God, this is so weird," I giggled.

"So fucking weird," Kevin agreed. He tossed a wad of tissues in the trash, then paused. "But also... kind of nice?"

I blinked. "Nice?"

He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. "I don't know. It's just... for once, I feel like you actually see me. Not as the screwup little brother, but... me."

Something in my chest tightened. "Kev, I—"

"Don't," he cut me off. "Let's not get all sappy about it. Just... thanks, I guess."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

We finished cleaning in companionable silence. As I straightened the last picture frame, Kevin's hand landed on my ass.

"Hey!" I yelped.

"What?" he said innocently. "Just checking the merchandise."

I swatted his hand away, but I was smiling. "Perv."

"You love it," he retorted.

And the weird thing was... part of me kind of did?

We got ready for bed, dancing around each other in the cramped bathroom. It felt weirdly domestic, like we'd done this a thousand times before.

"You got a little..." Kevin gestured at the corner of my mouth.

I wiped at it, mortified. "Did I get it?"

He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Almost."

Then he licked his thumb and swiped it across my lip, his touch lingering just a bit too long.

"There," he said softly. "All clean."

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

"Thanks," I whispered.

We stood there for a long moment, just looking at each other. The air felt thick, charged with possibility.

"Well," Kevin finally said, breaking the spell. "Goodnight, I guess."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Goodnight."

I turned to go, but he caught my wrist.

"Hey," he said. "You, uh... you did good tonight. With everything."

I smiled. "Thanks, Kev."

He pulled me into a hug, and I melted into it. It felt... right, somehow. Like pieces clicking into place.

"Sweet dreams, sis," he murmured into my hair.

Then he was gone, leaving me alone in my old room. 

My phone buzzed. Sarah.

Hey you. Miss you. How's the family visit going?

I stared at the screen, guilt twisting in my stomach. How could I even begin to explain this?

Another buzz. Kevin this time.

Goodnight idiot

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.

Goodnight, asshole, I texted back.

His reply came quickly: Love you too, sis 😘

I went into the bathroom.

"Jesus," I muttered, running a hand through my tousled red hair in the mirror. A stray pube – definitely not mine – clung to my collarbone. I flicked it away, face burning. "Gross."

My lipstick was a mess.

"Fuck," I whispered, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe it off. The cheap one-ply just smeared it worse. I spit on the paper, scrubbing harder. Red streaks. Clown mouth. Great.

I caught my own eye in the mirror and froze. Basically Mike's eyes. Basically Mike's nose.

But the rest...

My gaze drifted lower. The sundress clung to curves, both hiding and revealing them. I turned sideways, running a hand over the swell of my hip. Still fucking huge. The dress bunched up in a V where my thighs met.

"Fuck," I whispered again.

I let the dress fall to the floor, kicking it aside. Now just those boyshorts, which showed an embarrassingly prominent camel toe. I'd never thought about pussies having... mounds before. But there it was, a rounded hill between my thighs.

I cupped it experimentally. Warm. Soft. A little damp.

"Stop it," I hissed at my reflection. But I didn't move my hand.

Kevin's voice echoed in my head: "Nice view."

I flopped onto the bed, my ridiculous ass jiggling. The sheets felt weird against my skin.

I stared at the ceiling, mind racing. So. What the actual fuck had just happened?

I'd sucked my brother's dick. And I'd... liked it?

"Fuck," I whispered. 

I tried to think about Sarah. Her tattoos. Her perfect tits. The way she'd looked at me on the basketball court. But my stupid brain kept drifting back to Kevin. That ridiculous fat log of a cock. The way it had felt, stretching my mouth...

"No," I hissed. "Focus."

Sarah. Cool, funny Sarah. The way her hands had felt on my waist. The softness of her lips.

But then - BAM. Mental image of Kevin's cock, slapping against my face.

"Goddammit."

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my mind to behave. But it was like trying not to think about a pink elephant. The more I tried to focus on Sarah, the more vivid the Kevin thoughts became.

My thighs rubbed together, and I realized with horror that I was wet. Like, really wet.

"This is so fucked," I muttered. But my hand was already drifting lower.

I thought about Sarah's smile. Kevin's cock twitched in my mind's eye.

I imagined Sarah's hands on my body. Felt phantom spurts of cum hitting my face.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

My fingers found my clit, and I gasped.

I tried to picture Sarah naked. But my brain kept superimposing Kevin's skinny frame, that massive dick jutting out obscenely.

"This is wrong," I whimpered. But I didn't stop.

My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding against my hand.

Sarah. Kevin. Sarah. Kevin.

The two images blurred together in my mind, a mess of tattoos and cum and basketball shorts and...

"Oh god," I moaned.

My back arched up off the bed, two of my fingers buried inside myself now.

I was going to hell for this. But holy shit, it felt good.

The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

Sarah's face. Kevin's cock. Sarah's tits. Kevin's cum.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck—"

It hit me like an 18 wheeler. My whole body convulsed, waves of pleasure radiating out from my core. It was like a guy's orgasm, but... more. Bigger. Fuller.

My thighs clamped shut around my hand as I shook. I barely registered the wet spot spreading beneath me.

"Oh god oh fuck oh—"

Another wave hit, even stronger than the first. My toes curled, my back arched further. My tiny tits quivered with each tremor.

I slapped my free hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing high-pitched noises I was making. But it was no use.

"Hnnnnngh!"

SPLIIIIIIIIRT!

Hot liquid gushed over my fingers, soaking the sheets. Holy shit. Was I... squirting?

"Fuck fuck fuck—"

My hips bucked wildly as I rode out the orgasm. It felt like it went on forever, wave after wave of pulsing, squirting pleasure.

When it finally subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, panting.

"Holy shit," I whispered.

I lay there for a long moment, just breathing. Then I became aware of the puddle I was lying in.

"Oh god."

I sat up, surveying the damage. The sheets were soaked. There was even a wet spot on the wall where I'd... sprayed.

"Fuck," I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

I lay there in the wet spot, feeling hollow and gross. My fingers were pruney from my own... fluids. The room smelled like sex and shame.

What the actual fuck was I doing?

Sarah's face floated through my mind - her cocky grin, those tattoos, the way she moved on the court. She was so fucking cool. So real. And I was... what? A liar? A creep in a borrowed body?

But then Kevin's stupid face popped up, grinning that shit-eating grin. His skinny frame, that ridiculous donkey dick. The way he'd looked at me when I swallowed. Like I'd finally brought myself down to his level somehow.

I groaned, rolling onto my side.

Both relationships were built on lies.

With Sarah, I was pretending to be someone I wasn't. A cool girl who had her shit together.

And Kevin... Jesus. That was a whole other level of fucked up. But it felt like we were actually connecting for the first time in years. Like all that childhood resentment was being washed away when I'd emptied his balls.

I snorted at the mental image. Gross.

But also... kinda hot?

"STOP it," I hissed at myself.

I had three weeks left on this X-Tra Strength pill. Three weeks to figure out... what? Which fucked up relationship I wanted to pursue? Whether I wanted to stay a girl?

The thought of going back to being Mike felt wrong somehow. But so did staying Mindy forever.

I grabbed my phone, thumbing through Insta. Sarah had posted a new gym selfie. All sweat and muscle and confidence.