When I opened my eyes, my sister Katie was standing over me. I think she looked concerned, but with the big raccoon circles of black eye shadow, it was hard to tell for sure.
“Holy fuck,” she said. It seemed to be the phrase of the day.
I looked down and saw enough bare legs and boobs to have no doubt about whose curvy skin I was in. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m really...”
“Jake,” she said.
“Jake,” I finished. “Wait.” I pushed myself up on one arm and tried to ignore the feeling of the cold tile floor against my well-padded ass. “How did you know it was me?”
Katie tilted her head toward my room. “I came in, saw a bunch of stuff in your room, spotted your pants on the floor, then followed a trail of clothes and underwear to a naked Lindsay Lohan on the bathroom floor.” She shrugged. “So either my little brother got lucky with the most notorious piece of ass in the world, who is for some reason slumming two thousand miles from home, or he turned into a girl.”
“But people don’t just turn into girls. It’s impossible.”
“I repeat, either my brother got lucky or my brother ran into super sex-changing magic” She shrugged. “I just went with the one that seemed more likely.”
I opened my mouth to protest, then thought better of it. “Well, when you put it like that.” I raised a hand. “Help me up.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I was still wobbly, and more than a little embarrassed at being naked, but the sheer weirdness of the moment made naked seem like a minor thing. At least Katie knew who I was, maybe she could help me convince mom not to run me out of the house. Besides, I guess I didn’t have any parts now that she didn’t have—only my parts were out there on display.
Katie swore she’d gotten too big to be competitive in gymnastics, she was still only an inch over five foot. I’d outgrown her when I was twelve, but at the moment I didn’t seem all that much taller than Katie. I’d always thought of Cady Heron, Queen of the Plastics, as kind of tall, but in my bare feet, I was practically eye to eye to Katie. Which only made it weirder when she reached up and grabbed my left boob.
“Wow,” she said. “Very nice.”
“Uh, what...” I started to step back, but she grazed a thumb over my nipple in a way that brought on equal measures of excitement and embarrassment.
Katie lifted slightly on the soft half-globe and rolled the stiffening pink tip under her thumb. “I’ve always wondered if these things were as good as they looked.” she gave my nipple a soft tweak that sent a warm shiver running through my body.
“Katie...”
“Shhh,” she said. Her other hand came up and she slowly traced a finger over the freckles at the center of my chest. “Does that feel good?”
“I.. Um, yeah, but...”
Katie grinned. Her finger traced a course between my boobs, down to the taut, smooth skin over my stomach. Her hand headed lower.
I backed up so fast my ass hit the wall with a slap that made pictures rattle in their frames. “What are you doing?”
“Living the dream,” she said. She stepped toward me. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“But I’ve turned into a girl.”
She rolled her eyes. “And I like girls.”
“You... you’re gay?”
She nodded.
“Since when?”
“Since always, idiot.” She stepped toward me and put her hands on my bare shoulders. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I never went out on dates?”
I shrugged. “I just figured you realized all the guys at our school were idiots.”
“That too,” said Katie. Then she leaned in and kissed me.
She managed a few seconds of lip lock before I turned my head. “I’m your brother!”
“Really?” she snuggled in against me. “You don’t look like my brother.”