Daniel started to feel light headed for some reason. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, but it was too late. He found himself losing consciousness and there was seemingly nothing he could do to stop it. He blacked out.
Moments later, Daniel was shocked by streams of water rushing into his face. He was completely disoriented. What happened? Why was he suddenly all wet? Was he standing ...in the shower?
Daniel frantically searched for the shower knob and turned off the water. His hand looked strange. Different, somehow. In fact, his entire arm was quite slender. His gaze following his arm up towards himself. His chest looked bizarrely ...big from this angle? As Daniel moved his head, long pads of wet hair flopped against his upper back and shoulders.
He reached to feel his chest but immediately recoiled when he felt how ...soft it was. Was he... Was he... No... He couldn't somehow be ...Emilia?
Daniel gasped. How was this possible? He was afraid to look in the mirror. But he caught a glance of himself in the corner of his eye and felt inclined to confront this bizarre reality.
It was true. The reflection staring back at him was that of his sister, Emilia.
He should've been terrified, but all he could do was smile. This was going to be fun.
Daniel grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off. Fear should have been coursing through his veins, yet instead he felt a surge of excitement. His palms sweat as he grabbed for Emilia's change of clothes that had been left bunched up on the counter. Piece by piece he pulled on her garments - her bra and panties, her blouse and skirt. He looked just like her.
A wide, devilish smile spread across his face.
It didn't feel quite as taboo anymore, now that it was his body to play with.
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