Quick Decision - Part 2

This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when he would take over Gabby's body and life. He squared his shoulders and walked over to her bed.

"Uhh... That was weird," Annabelle laughed, "What's gotten into your brother, Gabby?"

"I don't know," Alan shrugged, smiling with Gabby's teeth "He's been acting weird lately."

"Well, we should probably get changed and go to bed," Annabelle yawned, "It's late."

Alan was so excited. He was actually having a sleepover with Annabelle, as Gabby.

He could finally be the sister he always wanted.

"Sure," Alan said, "I'll get changed."

He walked into Gabby's closet. He was so excited, he could barely contain himself.

He fought back his nervousness to take off her dress. His fingers trembled as they pulled the straps down from his shoulders. Finally, it fell to the floor.

But this was his body now. He wanted this. He wanted to be her. He wanted to be beautiful and have everything easy. And now, he had it.

In an instant, everything changed: his hands weren't trembling any more and he wasn't uncomfortable or out of place – this was him, living out a fantasy he had longed for since they were little kids playing doctor in their backyard tree house on hot summer afternoons.

He stood there in Gabby's bra and panties. He swallowed with anticipation as he observed her generous chest. He knew he had to take it off in order to change into her pajamas.

He slowly unclasped her bra. Then, he was nude.

He stood in front of the mirror. His fully nude sister, Gabby, looked back at him in all her glory. Her radiant eyes and long blonde hair shone under the bright light. He smiled at her. She was always bubbly, full of energy, ready for anything that came along. This was going to be fun.

He tried the sultry smile that always worked on women and practiced the hip roll that drove men wild.

After donning her pajamas, Alan tiptoed back into her bedroom, trying to move as much like Gabby as possible.

He was exhausted. It had been a long day.

Annabelle smiled at Alan. She had a look in her eye that he couldn't place. But then she turned away and climbed into bed, without speaking.

Alan lay there for a few minutes before he finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning, when he awoke, he found Annabelle sitting at the edge of the bed, still looking at him with that same strange look in her eye. He felt a strange sense of guilt, as if he had done something wrong.

"What?" he asked.

"I know," she said simply.