Andy followed Courtney out of the arcade and into the mall proper. Thankfully nobody stared at him like he'd feared. His new older sister led him out to the parking lot, where her pickup truck was waiting. She opened the door for him and helped him step up into the vehicle with practiced ease. His mind was reeling, trying to figure out what to do next, how to explain, how to get back to his own body. It was a while before he noticed they were almost home.
As Courtney pulled up in front of his (or really their) house, she reminded him, "Not one word about how you ditched me for an hour. We just got carried away shopping." He mumbled his compliance and followed her up the driveway. Nothing was different about his house, apart from an extra bedroom where dad's office used to be. Courtney's he guessed. Even his room looked mostly the same. But there was no keyboard in front of his computer, and all his clothes had no arm holes. Even stranger, there was a bucket and a stool stashed by his dresser. He just sat on his bed in shock, the surreal-ness of it all sinking in. He could hear Courtney showering across the hall.
The doorbell rang, and he stood to go answer it, but realized it would be futile with no arms. He heard his dad answer it, and the conversation drifted up the stairs to him.
"Heya Court." This puzzled Andrew. Courtney was already here... but his dad was still talking. "... upstairs getting ready. she'd have been ready an hour ago, but she got sidetracked at the mall."
Another voice reached Andy's ears. "That's okay. Can I chill for a bit while she finishes?" The voice was soft and feminine.
"Of course," Dad replied, "Andy's upstairs too."
Andy realized he was standing by his door trying to catch the words, so he panicked and flopped down in the chair, trying to look like he was doing something on the computer this whole time. It had a microphone, presumably for voice-only control. He tapped it with his forehead and the monitor blinked out of sleep mode.
Just then the door opened and the girl from downstairs peeked in. It was the other Courtney from his sister's locket. Were they going on a double date together?
"Hiya Andy," she said cheerfully, "Wat'cha doin'?"
"Uh... nothing. Bored."
"Ha, I know that feeling." She stepped into his room. Ironically, this was the first time he'd had a girl in here. She spied the milk bucket. "Hey, aren't you overdue for your evening milking?" She pointed to the bulge of his full udder.
"Uh... I... guess?"
She pulled out the stool and bucket, and patted the plush seat. "Well come on. We have time."
He was super disturbed by this. All he could do was numbly move to sit on the stool. She gave him a "really?" kind of look and said, "Now you know I can't do anything with that. Face first, dummy."
He blushed hard and turned around, laying on his chest, with his legs spread and hips in the air. She flipped up his skirt casually and remarked, "I don't know what's up with you today. I've done this for you for years."
She got to work squeezing his teats, gently working thick white milk out of him and into the bucket. It felt SO strange, and every time her cold fingers touched him, he fought the urge to flinch away. But after a while of the squirt-squirt-squirting, he began to relax a little. It actually did feel pretty good. He lost track of time as her hands drained him. He didn't even notice when she finished and lifted the bucket to take a sip of his warm cream.
"Delicious as always." she gave him a smack on his ass that snapped him out of his reverie. "You can stand up now, you twit. You almost dozed off."