I woke up then next morning to the sound of the local garbage crew on their weekly run. Light from the late morning sun was streaming through the blinds and lighting up the room. I lay in bed for a few moments trying to recollect an intense dream I'd had. What did I dream? I thought for a minute trying to clear the haze. Oh yes, I had dreamed about turning into my sister. It was quite erotic. I could even remember what it felt like to grow boobs. Well, time to get up.
I threw the covers off and sat up. My body felt off from usual. I had different sensations as I moved. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked in my dresser mirror which was across the room, and realizing whose reflection it was, I screamed.
I stood up and pulled off the shirt I was still wearing. I cupped my boobs as memories of last night became clear. I was both excited and scared that this was my reality. I heard my sister coming down the hall as my nipples hardened due to the cooler air. She knocked on the door.
"John, may I come in."
"Yes", I replied in a meek tone.
"Is everything alright, apart from the obvious?" she asked as she came into my room. She was wearing only a pair of shorts and a bra. I'd never seen her around the house wearing so little. It excited me a little.
"Yeah, apart from being you, I'm OK. I just wasn't expecting to see what I saw in the mirror this morning. I had thought it was all a dream at first."
"Thats understandable. Well, lets get you cleaned up and then well get some lunch."
"One question Tiffany."
"What's that?"
"Why are you wearing so little? You never would have never gone without a shirt when I was a guy."
"Well, whenever I'm at home by myself, I like wearing just a bra and shorts around the house, and, since you yourself are topless now, I figure there isn't much point to covering up anymore."
"Oh. Well, I still think like a guy and well, yeah... Did you realize that?"
"I figured you probably still did, but I imagine you are going to keep yourself pretty excited too so whats the point? Anyway, I don't think I have to worry about you raping me," she laughed.
I giggled with her, which was the first time I could say that I actually giggled. We then went to the bathroom where, before leaving, she gave me a couple tips on showering as a girl, mostly on how to shampoo so much hair. As she pulled out a towel for me, she said,
"When you are done, come up to my room and we'll get you sorted out for today."