“Mom and Dad are probably still napping,” Ryan offered, his voice a nervous whisper as they slipped back inside.
“Yeah. Let’s not wake them,” Gemma replied with a wry smile.
They moved quietly through the room, the comfortable chaos of vacation clutter surrounding them—sandals tossed haphazardly, beach towels draped over chairs, and remnants of snacks scattered across the small table.
Gemma showered first. Then it was Ryan’s turn again.
Ryan locked the bathroom door behind him, his heart racing. He stripped off the damp bikini, feeling the fabric peel away from Gemma's skin. As he stood naked before the mirror again, guilt and excitement warred within him.
He shed the beach coverup and bikini, letting them fall to the tile floor. The mirror was already fogged from Gemma's shower, but he wiped a clear spot with his palm. Gemma's face stared back at him, cheeks flushed from the sun, hair tangled from the salt water.
"Just thirteen more days," he whispered to his reflection—Gemma's reflection.
He stepped into the shower, letting hot water cascade over him. The steam filled the bathroom as Ryan's thoughts wandered. He'd spent the entire day as Gemma, and nobody had suspected a thing. Even Gemma herself seemed to be relaxing into their bizarre situation.
Of course, he had to pleasure himself again, bringing himself to orgasm in her body for the second time.
When Ryan emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around Gemma's body, he found his sister sitting cross-legged on their shared bed, flipping through a tourist brochure. Their parents were still asleep, their father's gentle snores punctuating the quiet room.
Ryan smirked at Gemma. Then, in a spontaneous act of boldness, he shed the towel.
Gemma's eyes widened in shock as she watched Ryan—in her body—standing completely naked before her. She quickly glanced at their sleeping parents, then back at Ryan with a mixture of horror and disbelief.
Ryan smirked at Gemma as he stood before her, completely naked. He could see the shock and horror in her eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration at his spontaneous act of boldness.
“What are you doing?!” Gemma whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ryan laughed, enjoying the rush of teasing Gemma, “Relax! It’s just us! I’m literally you! You just saw me earlier in a bikini! What’s the difference?”
“You were wearing a bikini, not just standing there stark naked!”
Ryan walked past Gemma, kneeling down before her suitcase. He pulled out a padded bra and fastened it around Gemma’s ribcage.
As Ryan adjusted the bra, fine-tuning the fit as it hugged Gemma’s curves, he caught Gemma's gaze, and for a moment, they both froze.
“Holy shit… You really are me…” she said, reality slowly sinking in.
She wanted to stop him, to tell him that this was wrong. But as she opened her mouth to protest, she realized that it didn't make any sense to.
Ryan—her brother—was standing there, bra clasped and adjusting the straps as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He was irrefutably her.
He dug into her clothes again and pulled out a top, “Oh, this thing! You used to wear this all the time!”
He held up the yellow crop top that Gemma had worn during their summer outings. He smirked, feeling an unexpected sense of pride as he slipped it over his head. The fabric hugged his form snugly, drawing attention to the delicate curves he was still getting used to.
"Seriously, you used to love this. It looks great on you—on me, I mean…"
“That was my favorite top…” Gemma said with a hint of sadness.
“Well, at least you can watch me wear it,” Ryan joked halfheartedly.
Just then, their parents stirred awake, “Hey kiddos! You two look ready!”
Ryan put on Gemma’s best smile, “Yep! We both showered!”
Ryan grabbed a pair of 15-year-old Gemma’s jeans and slipped them on, feeling the soft denim molding to Gemma's figure. He was “complete” with a pair of stylish sneakers and a light jacket that Gemma had packed for the trip.
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