There was a knock on the door. 'Jessie! Can you help me for a minute?' It was Jessie's Mom calling.
'Sure thing Mom' she replied. Only to gasp as her 10 year old brothers voice came out of her - or should that be "his" mouth. Jessie looked in the mirror and now saw the complete Aaron looking back at her. It seemed by putting Aaron's trousers on it had completed her transformation into Aaron. Quickly she reached for her own discarded skirt hoping to change back, the go and help her mom.
'Aaron! what are you doing in your sister's room?' The door opened. Jessie's mom peered in only to see who she thought was Aaron. She saw the young boy clutching Jessie's skirt. 'I thought you were outside with your brother?'
'Mom I can explain!' pleaded the apparent Aaron
Angela inwardly sighed. So it seemed Aaron had a cross dressing fetish as well. Just like his father. She remembered years ago the first time she had come across Brendan going through her wardrobe. He had also looked guilty and pleaded "I can explain". She thought for a second. She had to be calm. 'Put Jessie's clothes back down and get out of her room. You know she doesn't like you in here. Go to your own room and wait there'. She would think of a suitable punishment.
However the apparent Aaron did not do as he was told 'Mom, I'll show you'. The boy bent down and picked up Jessie's discarded bra.
Angela had seen enough. She grabbed the boy's ear in a monkey grip and snatched the bra and skirt from his hands. 'No you don't!' She flung Jessie's clothes onto her daughter's bed and pulled Aaron out of Jessie's room. Despite the boy's pleading she did not relent, keeping the painful grip on his ear as she marched him to his own room. She pushed the door open and forced "Aaron" into his own room.