"Hey, would things get super crazy if I asked you to turn Chris into a girl?" Elena asked.
"Hm, I don't see why they would. It depends on how different he would be, had he grown up as a woman." Sahar opined.
"So could you keep him as close as to how he is now as possible, but a woman?" Elena felt strangely aroused, even though she had NO sexual interest in her own brother (ew!).
"I think that can be arranged, yes."
"Then...I wish Chris was a girl. A super pretty girl!" Elena exclaimed. She didn't think she needed to add that last part, as her brother was considered quite handsome. But just in case...
Sahar laughed. "It is so. I'm almost sad that he...or she...is off limits."
"Well..." Elena frowned. "I mean, if he...uh, she is open to it...I guess I don't see anything really wrong...ugh, I'm such a hypocrite, what a double standard. It's not ok if he's a boy, but it's ok if he's a girl?"
Sahar laughed. "You have different feelings about men and women, so it's not really a surprise that your standards do not fully line up. Plus, I took a look at your manga folder, and I see quite a few young girls...I think they are called lolis?"
Elena was certain her entire body was blushing. "That's private!"
"Oh, I am sorry, Elena, I just wanted to learn more about you." Sahar looked ashamed.
"Uh, no, sorry. It's ok. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's like suddenly having a big sister, you know? Takes some getting used to."
Sahar had an unreadable expression for a moment, before her usual smile reappeared. "Why, I hear a car outside. It would seem your actual big sister has arrived."
Excited, Elena packed her laptop back into her pack and went to the living room as Chris came in.
Chris, short for Christine, was a tall young woman, just over 6 feet in height. She had short auburn hair cut rather boyishly, and she wore a sleeveless muscle shirt and jeans. She was buff for a girl, but still very attractive, with hazel eyes and a few freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her only real concession to feminity was a sports bra, holding pack a pair of C-cup breasts.
"Hey Sis, Sahar. What are you two up to? I thought you were going to the Library, Elena?" Chris grinned, making her look younger (and quite cute).
'Oh God, I made him too pretty!' Elena thought. "Oh well, I'm offering to tutor one of the underclassmen, figure I could make a few bucks for the household."
"I mean, if you want to, but thanks to Amir, we're not doing bad. Even if I get less hours at the shop. Nobody wants a girl to work on their cars." Chris grumbled. 'Amir' must be Sahar's fake (or not so fake) Dad.
"But you're the best!" Elena hadn't expected this. Her brother...err...sister, was a mechanic and a really good one, having learned from their Dad. Elena had watched them (and even helped a little) for years, even if she was rather averse to engine grease.
"I know that, and you know that, and my boss knows that, but the customers don't. It's this dumb cute face. Maybe I should take up boxing, lose a few teeth, then I'd have a better chance?"
Elena frowned. "Don't you dare, Sis! I like you the way you are." Which, given the circumstances, was somewhat ironic, to be sure.
Chris walked up and ruffled Elena's hair. "Aw, I love you too, Sis. Anyways, I'm going to take a shower, you two have fun."
"Actually," Sahar interjected, "I'm just giving Elena a ride. I was thinking to make you dinner when I return, in appreciation for you opening up your home to me."
"Wow, really Sahar? You don't have to...but I won't turn down a home cooked meal!" Chris brightened.
Sahar bowed. "It would be my pleasure. I will return shortly."
"Always so formal, Sahar. Ok then, see you when you get back."
Sahar and Elena walked outside, where both cars sat, Sahar's classic red convertible, and Dad's Camaro, which Chris had inherited. It looked a little cleaner- Chris was great at keeping the car running, but sometimes slacked on detailing. The car freshener she had given him, which before had been permanently exiled to the glove box, was now hanging from the rearview mirror (it showed a purple haired girl, Mai Sakurajima, wearing a Playboy bunny-esque outfit), and purple seat covers.
"I guess Chris ended up at least a little girly." Elena noted, as Sahar opened the car door for her.
"Yes, but she's probably better that way, don't you think?" Sahar got into the car as well, the seat adjusted for her long legs. "I don't actually know where I am going, so you'll have to tell me." She turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. "Something tells me your Sister is my mechanic as well."
"Oh naturally, there's no way he'd...she'd...let anyone else touch a car like this." Elena grinned, then told Sahar where to go.