Jeff's vision was thrown around the room as his sister ran over to her bed and grabbed her dark blue tank top. She pulled it over her head, and his vision was blocked by a thick piece of fabric. He felt Stephanie jump onto her bed, her breasts jiggliing.
Stephanie laid back in her bed and grabbed a box. "How are you doing in there, Jeff?" she asked, "I can't believe I'm talking to my bra, but I like you much better this way then my older brother. I'm going to like being an only child!"
Jeff was furious. his mother had changed him into a bra, and now he was a bra for his little sister. He heard Stephanie's laughing, and just wished that he could be the one laughing.
Suddenly, he was. He could see clearly, and was staring up at a magazine picture of a half-naked guy. He was lying down somewhere. He put the magazine down and saw that he was in his sister's room. Looking down at his body, he saw the blue tank top and short jean skirt that his sister was wearing. He realized, that since his mind was in the bra, he could control whose ever body that was wearing him.
He jumped off of the bed, controling his sister's body. He snuck to the door and listened to his mother. Now was the chance to get her back.