You stand looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, in these ill-fitting boys' clothes. Your hair is combed, your make-up in place, but these boys' boxers make you look like you just got up after having sex. The pretty face and buxom body in the mirror are exactly the kind of body you once lusted after as a boy, just minutes ago. Iut's like the jelly beans reached into your own psyche and turned you into the object of your udesire.
Suddenly a knock comes at the bathroom door. "Jenny?" a teenage boy's sleepy voice calls out. "You in there? I kind of need to pee."
Jenny.
Jenny?
Jenny...
You realize that's you. You're Jenny. You suddenly have two separate sets of memories, in which you're a teenaged boy with a bratty little sister, and a teenaged girl with a hunky boyfriend. Your sister turned into Brad, the high school's alternate quarterback. And you turned into Jenny, and you are...
Who are you?
"I'll just be a minute," you call out to Brad. Your voice is gentle and feminine, but low for a woman's, slightly raspy, but with a musical lilt. Even your voice is that of your dream girl.
You have two sets of memories, one in which these boxers and this t-shirt were what you put on this morning, when you were a boy. And another, in which these are Brad's clothes, which you put on when you woke up after your make-out session on the living room couch. And you realize... the thought of making out with Brad, who used to be your baby sister, is a happy memory. You're in love with Brad.
You open the bathroom door, and see Brad standing in the red checkered boxers and green shirt the magic beans put on him. The clothes he wore when you were making out with him. Did you and Brad go all the way?
Brad is so much taller than you, and when he reaches down to grab you in a hug, your big, firm breasts press into his chisled pecs. He leans down so his lips press into the cup of your ear.
"I love you, Jenny," he whispers.
You remember. You're still a virgin as Jenny, and Brad has said he wants to lose his virginity to you, but only when you're ready. You and he make out nearly every day, but you haven't given him your maidenhead yet. This morning you woke up, thinking the time was almost right. Maybe you'll have sex with your boyfriend Brad today. You two are very much in love. But as he strokes your back through his t-shirt you're wearing, you realize your memories of your prior relationship to him are muddy.
"The bathroom's free, lover," you tell him. "And when you're done, I'll be on the couch, ready for more of your perfect body."
"You got it, Jenny," Brad says, and closes the door behind him.
You go sit on the couch, trying to remember your life as Jenny. Who were you this morning? Who is Brad to you? Why do you love him so much? What will it mean if you give your body to him?
As you sit, memories start to become clearer. You feel a blush come to your cheeks as you realize Brad is your...