Knowing his sister was probably running to school with a slice of bread in her teeth, Jay sat back down at his desk to make sure he would fit in the new world he was creating. He glanced at his collection of his favorite shows, and thought for a moment who he really wanted to be.
It took almost no time for Jay’s ego to run away with him. In a few clicks he’d constructed the perfect idealized shonen protagonist on his computer monitor. A tall, muscled delinquent stared back at him. An impossibly long jacket flowed like a cape from his broad shoulders, glittering, brooding eyes smoldered from the shade of a bad boy pompadour. A cigarette balanced perfectly on full, yet masculine lips, all framed by a chiseled, handsome jaw. True to his favorite anime, this fifteen year old looked more mature than any full-grown adult.
Jay was about to click “save” when a thought struck him. Looking over his shoulder out of habit, he hunched over his screen, and with a greedy lick of his lips, changed the size of his penis to fifteen inches in length. If his sister could be the slut of his dreams, no reason why he couldn’t be a stud.
As a final touch, he hit backspace on the name “Jay” and typed over it with “ICHIGO” in all caps. He slammed “enter” with a final flourish, already picturing how cool he was sure to look. It wasn’t long before his fantasy was realized. He sprouted upwards, his previously short body blooming into the tall, musclebound teen he wanted to be. He chuckled excitedly as his old t-shirt unfurled into an elaborately decorated, shiny new jacket, and relished as his round, unassuming face sharpened. The corners of his eyes grew into angry points, and his excited grin mellowed into a knowing half-smile.
There Ichigo stood, hands in his pockets as sunlight streamed through the windows dramatically. He broke the pose only to push back a lock of hair that had escaped his pompadour with a stylish flip of his hand, sending sparkles floating through the air from his sudden movement. He was a dream protagonist now.
Ichigo stepped out of the front door, coolly looking down. Badasses don’t have to watch where they’re going, he thought to himself. However, he heard a distinct gurgle sound as something pressed into his chest, blocking his path. He looked up slowly, only one eye visible from under his hair.
Saya stood before him on tiptoe, arms held at her side as she extended herself upward to smile cheerfully at the figure towering above her. Her massive tits were smooshed against his chest, but she didn’t seem to acknowledge the mistake. “I couldn’t leave without you, Onii-Chan!” She chirped, a slight blush on her face. Ichigo blinked in response. “I know you’re the most popular in school... the girls all love you... I admit you’re very handsome...” she continued, sparkling tears growing in her eyes. “But... even so... I can’t leave your side!!” She cried out, and fell to her knees.
Ichigo was slightly taken aback at the change in his sister’s personality, but he wasn’t about to question a good thing. He stood her on her feet and placed his hand reassuringly on her chest. The fact that her tits are on her chest is just a bonus, he thought.
“You and I are connected,” he mumbled, trying to make up something on the spot. “That’s what makes us stronger.”
Apparently, anything he said with his deep new voice sounded cool enough to convince her, and she skipped in place, fists raised in celebration. “Thank you big brother! Let’s do our best at school today!” She shrieked, and ran down the road, her too-small skirt giving Ichigo a clear shot of her bouncing ass.