Downstairs in the kitchen Tommy watched his sister Summer preparing a tall glass of protein shake. He came closer to her, standing next to her back so he could compare their heights. He wanted to inspect her and see if she indeed was any taller, just as he used to do when he surpassed her small stature years ago. Being older, Summer used to boss Tommy around when they were growing up. So, the recent years had been a reckoning.
Once Summer noticed Tommy behind her, she pushed him away.
“Get off my back, creep!”
“Why are you taking my shakes?” Tommy asked.
“Why do you care? They’re nearly expired. Most of them are over a year old …”
Summer put the powder back in the cabinet after serving herself five spoons. Tommy watched her as she strained to reach the not-so-high shelf, still unable to put it there properly without being on the tip of her feet.
Tommy felt a little relieved.
Summer's hair seemed less dark, making the shades of red more obvious. But beyond that it was hard for him to see any changes beneath her baggy white shirt.
“If you don’t do any exercises, it will only make you fat,” Tommy said, well aware of how lazy Summer was.
“Thanks for the lecture, Mr. Universe. Now get a load of this …”
Summer pushed her baggy sleeve up and bent her arm in an odd fashion, with more angle than needed to make a small muscle appear. Watching his clueless reaction, Summer bent her arms several more times, still unsure on how to make them flex properly.
“… and this …”
Summer patted on her very solid bare leg.
“Now, your legs ... "
Summer did a sharp slap on one of Tommy's legs, making it shake like jello. She giggled accordingly.
"You look bigger but so much fluffier ... ”
Summer laughed too easily, as if she was under the influence of something.
Perhaps it is weed, Tommy thought.
Whatever it was, it was getting on his nerves.
“Fuck you… you are too skinny! Being an anorexic broomstick is nothing to be proud of!"
Tommy noticed his own contradiction when Summer burped between her large gulps of protein supplement. Still, he continued.
"Besides, you are just a …”
Summer raised her eyebrows at him, making him stop in mid-sentence as she licked the embossed white liquid from her upper lips.
“I am just what?”
Summer raised the bottom of her shirt. Indeed, there was no fat on her abdomen. Summer actually had a troubled anorexic past, but now Tommy could see solid abs filling the unused space. Her narrow midsection looked solid, making each node of new muscle evident. She pivoted her hip to make her abs to roll, jutting them more.
“What the fuck … you look like an alien!”
“An alien!?!”
Summer covered her abdomen back up and pushed Tommy's shirt up instead, making his soft belly bounce. She laughed again at her borderline obese brother. Tommy never took his shirt off out of sheer insecurity, even in a pool or on their trips to the lakes. So naturally he overreacted, forcefully pushing Summer as he yelled at her.
“Cut it out, freak!”
Summer and her shake slipped down to the floor, but not before the voluminous content of the shake fell all over her shirt. Then the glass broke in countless pieces as it hit the ceramic floor.
Instantly feeling regret, Tommy came over to assist his sister. Summer let him help her stand and once steady on her feet, Summer pushed Tommy harder in the opposite direction before he could say sorry. His back rebounded hard against the cabinet and he fell to the floor on all fours, cutting a finger on the broken glass.
“What the fuck, Summer!?! I’M BLEEDING!” yelled Tommy, looking at a drop of blood falling from his finger.
“Boo hoo.”
Summer opened the cabinet again and took the powder back out along with more rich milk from the fridge. The powder container was nearly empty. Summer decided to finish it off, creating a more concentrated mixture. It was much thicker than the last batch.
While Tommy was still on the ground creating the courage to remove the small piece of glass stuck in his finger, he watched Summer gulp down the viscous concoction directly from the blender jar. With her wet white shirt now glued around her abs, Tommy just noticed that Summer was not wearing her customary padded bra. And her breasts were just as full and spherical without it!
Summer drank much more than her stomach used to allow before. Tommy could see it right then and there. It was staring him right in the face. Tommy had no more doubts.
Summer was about to become a T-Girl.
And things would never be the same again.
Once Summer was finished she felt better as the supplement rested comfortably inside her belly. She calmly put the jar over the sink and walked over to Tommy, breaking a few more little pieces of glass beneath her sneakers. Tommy could see that Summer's walking was different, too - as if her hips were wider.
Summer pointed down at the mess on the floor.
“You better start cleaning up this mess, " said Summer. "And your act as well, dumbass… ”
Tommy was so stunned he even forgot about the speck of glass stuck in his middle finger as Summer went upstairs.