It’s been a seven days since my sister turned me into a sexy girl. Besides the very obvious and already large breasts, what makes things worse is that my mom is totally okay with it. She thought it was great that she now had two daughters instead of a daughter and a son. She calls me Charlotte like my sister does and knows it bothers me. I was just about to upload another photo to Facebook when my mom stopped me.
My sister warned me not to mess with her or make fun of her, but I never listened. One day, I saw that she was on her phone taking a selfie, and I told her she looked stupid while doing it. She got really mad.
After some more grinding, I stood back up, smiled at him and walked back to the booth my sister was in.
“Please…” I said, trying to ignore the giant mounds on my chest. “Turn me back!”
I’ve been a girl for god knows how long. My sister had changed my body so much for the different pictures my mom has been taking for her “clients”. It’s been so useless to fight back at this point. I still hope that I can be a guy and I still call myself Charlie, even though my mom and sister insist on calling me Charlotte. Despite these tits, I still think I’m a guy inside. I was sitting in my room when I heard my sister call me downstairs.
“Can i go now? You know, your friends are waiting in the car” Ryan said too his sister, who stopped him before leaving. “Not without my approval” She said firmly, closely inspecting her body which Ryan occupied now. “Come on, faster” Ryan was getting impatient as his sister in his body looked at his make up. “Good. You are free to leave” She said. Ryan rushed quickly towards the car, happy that his sister didn’t had any objections.
Ugh, Jesus. I hate to admit it, but I really should have taken my sister’s advice and worn a bra. I thought not wearing one would save some of my masculine dignity, but I was apparently mistaken. Hard to keep a “masculine dignity” when every time I bend down these big tits threaten to fall out of my shirt. They jiggle constantly and everytime I look I see another guy stealing a glance. This sweater wasn’t the best choice either, since I keep needing to adjust the neckline so my nipples don’t pop out. I hate that I’m stuck in my sisters body, but I think as long as I am, it’s better to have to deal with a bra then every guy staring at my rack.
“Thank you so much for comming” Stacy said to her 16 years old brother. “No problem sis” Mike smiled as he entered her house. “Luke sweetie, your uncle is here” Stacy called her son. “Once again thank you Mike” Stacy was glad her brother agreed to babysit her son while she’s on her date. As a single mother she didn’t had much time for her personal life and now when she met Damian she needed some free time to improve the relationship between them. Mike didn’t mind to be a babysitter. He liked his nephew and he was eager to help his sister.
I hate doing my own laundry, so I make my dad do it for me. The problem with this is that sometimes he mixes up my sister’s stuff with mine. Typically this applies to our socks, especially the black ones since they are not gender specific.
Melanie was annoyed with her father when he told her that she was going to marry Lucas the son of one of his business colleagues to save him from ruin and disgrace.