Bryan stood in his room, music playing loudly, hoping it gave his sister the idea to stay away and not bother him. Looking down, he took in the tight, pink and white bathing suit he was wearing and the picture of Hello Kitty on the front.
Shifting his privates a bit more to make them look more feminine, he shifted his head one way and then another, trying to decide if he looked like a girl dressed like this.
Glad that Vicky had never asked what happened to her bathing suit all those years ago, Bryan had kept it, dressing in it whenever he had some privacy. Looking over to the other clothes he had acquired over the years, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he should tell his mother about his wanting to be a girl like Vicky.
Sighing, thinking it would only end in disaster, Bryan instead decided to practice walking like a girl. Before he could take one step, the door to his room opened and to his surprise, his mother walked in.
Suddenly embarrassed, Bryan grabbed a near-by shirt, one that had belonged to Vicky and had two large, bright pink hearts on the front and quickly covered himself. To his surprise, his mother said nothing and instead set a pile of clothes on the bed. Turning to Bryan, she asked, "Are you going swimming with your friends? If you are, be sure to home in time for dinner," and then turned and started to leave.
Confused, Bryan called out, "Mom," and then faltered when she turned around. Shifting about from one foot to the other, Bryan tried to form a question that might answer to why she wasn't surprised to see him dressed in Vicky's bathing suit.
After a moment, his mother came forward and hugging him, she told him, "I know what this is about...but I'm sorry sweetheart. You'll just have to keep your old swimsuit from last year." And then gently pushing away from him, she placed a hand under his chin and telling him, "Besides. You're much too young to be thinking about wanting a bikini," she kissed him on the forehead and turning, she left his room.
Confused, Bryan walked to the door, asking himself, "What is going on here? I never asked mom for a bikini. And come to think of it, why is mother home so early?"
Unsure, Bryan closed the door to his room and lying down on his bed...pushing the clothes to one side...he lay, staring at the ceiling, question building one after another inside his head, while a odd feeling started somewhere in his abdomen and slowly grew and moved down to encompass his groin.
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Inside her room, Vicky shifted about in her seat, while next door she could hear Bryan talking to someone. After a few moments, Bryan said something and then grew quiet. As this happened, a pressing sensation in Vicky's groin began to slowly grow. Shifting about in her seat, Vicky finally couldn't stand it and standing, she went over and locking her bedroom door, she reached down and undid the buttons on the front of her jeans.
Pushing her pants down just a little, Vicky was confronted with the oddest sight...her underwear was bulging out in the front just a little. Thinking, "What the heck," Vicky reached down and grasping her underwear, she pushed it down as well.
What she saw caused her more confusion as she saw that the normally flat skin of her groin had bubbled out into an unidentifiable mass of flesh. And as she stared at, the more she could has sworn that she was witnessing a very slow change to her groin area. Bothered by this, Vicky pushed her underwear down some more and then reaching down, she placed a hand between her legs.
Feeling the vulva between her legs, Vicky took her hand back and gently touched the mass of skin that now made up the mons pubis. Asking herself, "Is this the formation of the penis," she shifted about until she had fully kicked off her pants and underwear.
Lying down in front of her full body mirror, she craned her neck forward, looking at the bubbling mass of flesh from a different angle and then looked down at the pink gash between her legs. "How can I have both," she asked herself, as she once again touched the flesh between and in front. Unsure, and a bit confused, Vicky laid her head back on the carpet, asking herself one question after another, but finding no answers to the questions that formed.