Slightly irritated that she was somewhat more awake, Cameron tiptoed in her slippers down the hallway, careful not to make too much noise or lose her sense of balance in the relative darkness, illuminated by a single dim night-light.
As she walked by her older sister's room, she just had to peek inside.
She and her boyfriend were indeed cuddled up together under the sheets, having fallen asleep while tease-chatting. Cameron and the rest of her family had gotten used to Amelia's boyfriend Aiden living in with them. He paid rent, did a whole bunch of chores each day, cooked or baked often, and most importantly, was a good guy. He may not have been the smartest or the strongest guy, but compared to Amelia's past boyfriends and held against Cameron's mom's judgement, Aiden was held in a high regard. Making Amelia and pretty much everyone laugh (a good thing thanks to what happened to her actual brother . . .), and becoming quite connected with the rest of the family, for lack of a better word, he was like an older brother to Cameron, and another son to her mother - or rather, a older sister and another daughter as well.
Amelia was his polar opposite - a vicious high- and over-achiever, she had been elected twice in a row as Class President, was the president of two clubs at her school, a star athlete, an assistant manager at two of her workplaces, and a certified valedictorian with a 4.74 GPA. The only reasons why she accepted Cameron's "promposal" were because no one else available had a character and presence that met her standards - and because she wanted to spite her ex-allies in the run for Class President that year.
As such, Amelia would likely never have stayed with poor Aiden, and he would never have stayed at Cameron's household if it wasn't
for the Fusion Wave. When it hit, Amelia was "quietly" ranting to a patiently listening Aiden about her rival
candidates for Class President as they walked to a Baskin-Robbins when the wave of scorching red hit them.
Leaning against the door, Cameron let out a knowing sigh as the involuntary flipping of the blanket the half-naked couple shared bared their rather odd transformations on display in the soft moonlight. The three H-cup breasts lined in a row on Aiden's chest looked strange on his lanky frame, but oddly not out of place, not any more than the curvaceous hips, legs, and buttocks he had gained from the abnormal head swap between him and Amelia. His torso had carried along with his head and fused to Amelia's headless torso as Amelia's head had gone alone to what remained of Aiden's body. These features, along with his cleanly shaven (well, except for the tiny goatee that Cameron couldn't see blocked from the moonlight by a branch) face and his long hair made him seem androgynous, if not feminine entirely if he was seen from behind. His two extra, manicured, clearly feminine arms and his two extra almond-shaped girly eyes that sat just above his three breasts also helped with the apparent illusion. But this was not the case,
for Aiden didn't have a single feminine mannerism in him - Cameron smirked, recalling how he walked so soldier-like, even with his huge
feminine assets. Aiden's upper body was muscle-bound, his (friendly) voice was deep, and according to Amelia, the soundly-sleeping guy
was now packing three joysticks now . . . confirmed by the massive bulges visible in his pajama pants.
The severity of Amelia's transformation was what had driven Aiden to volunteer to move into Cameron's household, and how the caring guy eventually got close with her sister. Her sister's transformation rendered her in need of much assistance, something the headstrong, overachieving young woman was not used to ever asking for or receiving.
Shifting in bed, Amelia's lips murmured something before resuming their deep breathing. Her face, head, and silky, wavy long-bob brunette locks that were at the present nestled on Aiden's stomach, just below his rightmost breast. They were the only things that were normal on her rather reduced body.