During the next week I laid low. The following week started school and I was dreading it. I did spend some of the money on a tripod and downloaded the pictures. I deleted most of them, but kept a few. The girl was amazing!
I played around with the camera, taking pictures of some of my drawings. It was a way to pass the time.
Friday rolled around and my sister and mom were going away for the weekend to a cheerleading competition. The school here had their first competition and school hadn't even started yet. I didn't understand why anyone would want to lose part of his or her summer, but Mary had been practicing with the squad almost nonstop since we moved here. They needed a flyer and Mary was the best at our old school too.
So, my sister gets to go on a vacation for the weekend and what does yours truly get to do?
"Mike," my Mom said, in that tone of voice that means she wants something.
"Yeah, Mom," I yelled back from upstairs.
"We're leaving. If you don't mind, do the laundry while we're gone. Oh and clean up your room. How did you let it get so dirty so fast anyway?"
I ignored her last question. It didn't matter if I minded or not - it wasn't a request.
"Okay, Mom, I'll do it. Have fun, " I said, silently hoping that Mary broke her leg.
"Don't put my bras in the dryer, hang them up," Mary yelled up to me.
She didn't even give me the courtesy of asking, or saying please. How exactly did she take control of this relationship? I was older by almost a half an hour!
"No problem," I yelled back as sweetly as I could. I figured I could wrap them wet in a plastic bag and put them on her bed. They would be ripe by the time she got home.
I heard the door close and a minute later the car pulled out of our driveway.
Now, you might think that I immediately began doing what Mom told me to do. If you did, you'd be wrong. I did those things I wasn't allowed to do when my mom and sister were home. I booted up the computer and began surfing porn. The only time I ever got to porn surf was when no one else was home. Now, I had the whole weekend all to myself.
I had found this site earlier that had lots of large videos that were really, really good. The problem was, it took forever to download them. I started the first download and decided I would kill the time until it finished by starting my room clean up. That way, I wasn't wasting any time looking at an hourglass.
I got up and started throwing all of my clothes together in a pile by my desk. Then, I grabbed the whole pile from the bottom and picked it up. Unfortunately, one of my shirts had somehow gotten wrapped around the cord and my reading lamp fell over with a thud and a flash as the bulb blew.
"Dammit," I said as the shirt finally let go of the cord too late.
I decided that as long as I already had the clothes in my hand, I'd go ahead and throw them down the laundry chute. The linen closet right next to it had replacement bulbs anyway. I threw the clothes down the laundry chute and grabbed a bulb from the closet and went back in my room.
Holding the new bulb in one hand, I picked up the lamp and set it back up. The medallion from last week was swinging back and forth, clinking against the brass pole. I took the medallion off and not knowing where else to put it, hung it around my neck. Then, I unscrewed the old bulb with one hand and then put in the new bulb. The light promptly came on.
"Let there be light," I said, dropping the old bulb into the trashcan by my desk. I took a quick look around, making sure there weren't any more dirty clothes and then went to Mary's room to get her clothes.
Mary, unlike me, always keeps her room spotless. She even has a hamper in her room for her dirty clothes. I didn't see why it mattered if they were in a hamper or on the floor, they were dirty anyway. I picked up the hamper and carried it to the laundry chute. Then, I reached in the hamper and grabbed the whole bunch at one time and picked it up.
"Aaa," I said as I suddenly felt a shock, like I grabbed an exposed wire. The laundry fell from my arms, as I looked in the hamper and on the clothes, trying to see what I'd touched. I didn't see anything but dirty laundry. Picking it up, I threw it down the chute and then had another shock as I looked at my arms and hands.
They were smaller than they used to be and actually seemed to be shrinking a little as I watched. Also, what little hair I did have on them seemed to be getting pulled back into my arms. Shocked, I ran to the bathroom to see the rest of me.
What I saw when I turned on the bathroom light shocked me. It wasn't the arms, or the legs, which were beginning to look rather shapely, but rather the breasts, which were beginning to sprout from my chest. Quickly, I took off my shorts and underwear and what I feared was coming true. My best friend down there was shrinking and as I watched, my two other little friends got sucked inside and then my best friend was gone as well. Just as I leaned over to get a better look, hair suddenly fell in front of my eyes, as I realized my hair was growing longer. I pulled it to the side and got a look at where my friend used to be, but instead of seeing my friend, I saw an almost completed vagina, complete with clitoris.
I fainted.