Before Jeff/Jess is able to answer, Ashley’s phone can be heard from the older girl’s room, “now, who could that be,” Ashley asks herself, “give me a minute, Jess. I’ll be right back,” she then heads to her room.
Jess sits down on her bed, taking the time to process everything, “I can’t believe that I am really an eight-year-old girl,” she says to herself, “that program is on one side amazing and pretty cool, but on the other hand it could cause so much damage and chaos in the wrong hands.”
The “girl” looks down at herself, “this body feels so weird,” she says, but then she starts smiling, “but also kinda nice. Especially without that annoying thing between my legs, actually… I prefer having a pussy than a wiener!”
After a few minutes Ashley returns, “sorry about that, Jess,” she says, sitting down next to the smaller girl. Ashley is now at least two heads taller than her now little sister, “this is so weird,” she chuckles, “usually I am the one who has to look up at you!”
Jess chuckles, “yeah, it really feels weird to be the smallest and youngest,” she says, “so, who was on the phone?”
“Oh, it was Mandy,” Ashley says, “she asked if I wanted to come around for a sleepover.”
“Oh, and what did you say,” Jess asks, sounding a little sad and disappointed, she had hoped to spend some time with her now older sister.
“I said I couldn’t, because I have to watch over my little cousin,” Ashley replies.
“How did she respond?”
“Well, she said she wouldn’t mind if my “cousin” would tag along,” Ashley says, “the question is: would you want to take part in a sleepover? Remember: it’ll be only girls, so we’d only be doing girl stuff.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno,” Ashley says, shrugging, “maybe we’ll style each other’s hair, wear make up, do pillow fights, spin the bottle… and most likely: talk about boys!”
“Hmm…,” Jess says, tilting her head, “I wouldn’t mind taking part in the activities. I doubt your friends would expect from me to talk about boys, since eight-year-olds usually have no interest in boys and relationships at that age. But, you should decide, to be honest.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Jess says, “first: they are your friends, and you might not want an “annoying little girl” around and second: you are the oldest of us two.”
“True,” Ashley says, “to be honest, I think it’ll be fun, besides: I know you won’t be annoying, at least not on purpose.”
“Okay,” Jess says, “but don’t start thinking that I am a “perv”, I still have the mind of a 16-year-old boy, remember!”
Ashley chuckles, “don’t worry, Jess,” she says, “I won’t think that. You just behave yourself, and do as we older girls tell you, then all should be good!”
Jess smiles, “I promise, Ashley,” she says.
“Good,” the other girl says, smiling back, “by the way: how are you feeling?”
“Well,” Jess says, “it does feel weird, not having a wiener between my legs, but other than that: being a girl isn’t as weird, strange or alien as I thought it would be. To be honest: I feel normal, just like when I was boy, only difference is, as I said: no wiener!”
Ashley laughs, “well, I am glad you seem to like being a girl,” she says, “I wonder: what will happen over the course of the weekend?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Ashley says, “will you be so comfortable and used being a girl, that you’d decide staying “Jess” permanently? Or would you just transform into a girl from time to time?”
“Good question,” Jess says thoughtfully, “I guess we’ll see. For now: I’d like to enjoy being a little girl and do stuff with my big sis,” she says with a grin and wink.
Ashley chuckles, “well, let’s get ready for the sleepover,” she says, “there should be either a nightgown or pajama in the box that should fit you.”