Wearing her brother as panties would just be too weird; she decided instead to turn him into a cute little black-and-white spotted dress she found in the settings. She pulled his frilly straps over her shoulders, loving the way he framed her boobs. She went over to his mirror, giving his skirt a nice twirl. She blew herself a kiss - "even I'd almost do you."
Dad would be home soon. She tried to picture herself explaining to him that his wife was in Jeff's room... eh. Turn him into something? Nah - her mother and Jeff had signed up, but she wouldn't do that to her own father... someone else, maybe. Of course, she'd have to reinstall the Chronovac on her own computer to do that if her father was making a love nest of Jeff's room, and it might not run on a Mac. "There's the clincher," she said to herself, lifting her mother off the bed.
It was a pain in the ass to get the statue over to the master bedroom, especially since she wasn't sure what would happen if her mother chipped, but in the end she made it. The panties in the mouth, she decided, weren't hers anymore - she and her mother were about the same size, so let her father think they were her mother's, and after the weekend, they would be. She had to sit down by the bed for a moment, covered in sweat.
She decided to take a quick shower - the dress was still a little funky afterwards, but it didn't feel fair not to wear Jeff out at least one night. Some Febreze on the dress, and some perfume to mask the Febreze - a little old-lady-ish, but not too bad. Still achy, she popped an ibuprofen and spread out on the couch.
Before too long, her father arrived. "Hey, Dad," she said.
"Hey, sport," he replied with that familiar daddish enthusiasm.
"Mom had herself turned to glass for the weekend" - she'd decided he didn't need to know yet by what means - "she's in the bedroom waiting for you."
Her father raised his eyebrows at that. "Oh?"
"Oh," she echoed. She smirked as he tried to hide the enthusiasm in his walk. He hadn't even noticed the dress.
The sound of the bedroom door closing was a clear signal that this house would not be a good place for her for the next hour or two. She made for the door, trying to decide where to go.