“Okay, here’s the deal, Millie,” I told my little sister, “I’m going to swap bodies with you for the summer, whether you like it or not. Which means you’re gonna be stuck in my body the whole time. You are going to have to act like me and be my big brother. If you slip up, I swear I won’t swap back with you until Christmas. Got it?”
Millie’s eyes widened in horror, “But why, Leo? Why do you want to be me so badly?”
“Because,” I leaned in closer, “I wanna know what it feels like to be a girl. To be you. I need to satisfy my curiosity.”
“You’re insane! You think it’s all sunshine and rainbows? Being me is hard work!”
“Exactly!” I exclaimed, a grin creeping across my face, “You’ve got all the friends, the cute clothes. I want a taste of that life. Oh, and having boobs. I bet it feels better when you orgasm, too. I know I’m looking forward to trying that.”
Millie's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she squirmed in her seat, “You wouldn’t…”
“I wouldn’t? Oh, trust me, I would,” I said.
The plan was audacious, maybe even foolhardy, but the thrill of the idea consumed me. I could already picture what it would be like—swapping my worn-out sneakers for her glittering flats, my baggy shorts for those adorable skirts she always wore.
She noticed my eyes drinking in her curves and swiftly crossed her arms over her chest, a defensive gesture that only made me laugh, “What, sis? I’m just checking out the goods. I can’t wait for your body to be mine. As matter of fact…”
“Stop, Leo!” but it was too late for Millie.
We both started to jolt and convulse. I felt an electric tingle as reality warped and twisted, and then suddenly, everything went dark.
The first thing I noticed was the softness of the fabric enveloping me –a cotton sundress that hung loosely on my frame. I glanced down and gasped at the sight of my—no, Millie’s—curves. The fabric hugged my waist in a way I had never experienced before, and the lightness of the dress fluttered against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I stumbled to find my balance on unsteady legs that felt foreign beneath me.
“Whoa!” I squeaked, the sound high-pitched and unmistakably feminine.
Anxiety surged through me as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the nearby mirror. Long, dark hair cascaded down my shoulders, framing a face that was not mine at all—Millie’s face, with its sprinkle of freckles over pale cheeks and wide, expressive eyes.
“Leo!” Millie’s voice echoed in my ears, deep and bewildered.
I turned to see her standing across the room, now trapped in my lanky frame, her expression a mix of horror and confusion.
“This is… unreal,” I stammered, taking a tentative step forward.
As I took another step, testing out the unfamiliar weight and balance of my new body, Millie’s expression twisted into a scowl.
“You’re insane,” she spat. “I can’t believe you actually did this.”
“Oh, come on, Mils,” I said, twirling in front of the mirror with a grin plastered on my face, “This is amazing! Can you feel it? You’re tall now!”
I grasped at my chest and my voluptuous butt with impatient glee, “I’m you, Millie! I’m actually … a girl. No one will ever question whether I’m really you…”
I reached between my legs, and felt only softness where my boyhood once was.
“Stop that!” Millie screeched from the other side of the room, her arms flailing, “You can’t just—ugh!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Come on, I’m exploring the wonders of girlhood here.”
“You mean groping my body like a perv!”
“Oh relax,” I replied, trying to shake off her criticism with a dismissive wave, “This is my body now! I can do whatever I want with it—well, at least until I switch back.”
“Oh no… Jake…” she cried.
“Who’s Jake?” I asked, bemused, swirling around again and admiring the sway of my new figure.
The name seemed to trigger something in her that made her turn pale.
“Jake is… We’ve been dating,” she stammered, eyes wide as they darted toward the door, “He’s coming over later! You can’t just... be me!”
“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!” I gasped, “Oh, this makes things …very interesting! You know, when I swapped with you, I never expected to actually have sex with a guy. I have to admit, now I’m very curious!”
Millie's face twisted into a mix of panic and disbelief, “You’re joking, right? You can’t just… you can’t date him! What if he thinks you’re me?”
I chuckled, relishing the chaos I had unwittingly unleashed, “Exactly! I can be you, Millie. He’ll have no idea.”
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