Taylor drifted to sleep in her spacious bed, soft covers piled around her slender young body as she drifted
out of consciousness.
Ty awoke in a brightly lit meadow, fully dressed, and surprisingly male. He was back to his scrawny old self,
but he was distracted by a sudden shrill whistle from over his shoulder. He turned cautiously toward the sound
and what he saw made his eyes go wide.
Taylor was waving at him from across the field. Ty stood in shock, trying to process seeing his new body,
jogging across the field toward him. She was dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt, and just like him she
wore a pair of tattered white sneakers. But on her the clothes fit, clinging to her curves, her hair a
chestnut cascade falling around her shoulders as she smirked confidently at the scrawny boy in front of her,
reaching out and tousling his messy brown hair. She said something and Ty frowned. "What was that?" She
laughed silently and messed with his hair again. Ty started to respond but was cut off by Taylor grabbing him
by the wrists and pulling him against herself, kissing him on the lips and eliciting a gasp of surprised
delight from Ty.
The locked lips and tumbled in the long grass, but as they did Ty was becoming more and more disoriented.
Clothes were scattered around them and he was naked, his face buried between Taylor's legs and his hair
draping over her thighs as his toes dug into the warm damp dirt beneath them. His legs were covered in a slick
wetness and he felt his nipples brush exquisitely over the grass beneath himself and he jerked back, looking
down to see that he was her, Taylor, again. A mute copy of his feminine form was splayed out on the grass
before her, and Taylor stepped toward her, legs quivering with desire before she snapped awake.
Taylor lay in bed again, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat and feeling the warm wetness between her legs
she panted slightly, wondering what the dream could mean briefly before she felt her panties rubbing over her
clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and a quick return, her hand sliding down to toy with the hot pearl that
sent waves of delight through her body.
After she had come again, she lay in bliss in the tangled sheets, clock on her wall giving her nearly an hour
before she would need to awake. But she wasn't tired. She was curious, consumed even, by her memories of the
other Taylor. Her dream of being Ty again, and then of loving herself. She finally sat up and started toward
the bathroom when she saw the poster on the wall. A famously gay rock and roll singer. She was beautiful. And
Taylor realized that when she hadn't allowed her mind to change, she must have kept the same orientation.
Wondering how queer her new life would be with the added complication, she headed to the bathroom to shower
and get ready.
At first confused by the array of tools and chemicals she clearly used every day, Taylor remembered that she
had an easy solution. She wished she was perfectly skilled and knowledgeable in feminine styling and her
shower and preparation for school proved no problem, other than her difficulty ignoring her new body, which
was apparently as gifted with a libido as her randy 15 year old male body had been. Finally ready, she grabbed
her bag and was about to head down to breakfast when she bumped into her scowling little brother.
"Dammit Tay. You used all the hot water /again/." It was true. The shower had been all too pleasant for Taylor
and she had only gotten into her extensive styling after ten minutes just enjoying the hot water on her skin.
Still, it was pretty clear that Dustin may now be her biological brother but that didn't mean they'd get
along. He was such a little brat, and he got away with so much bullshit, when June wouldn't let her bring
girls over ever. Of course, she realized, she could change all of that. She could have the life she wanted and
no one could stop her. She grinned wickedly as Dustin continued. "Are you even listening? Dozy dyke..."
Taylor's cheeks flushed and she glared back, "That's enough Dustin. You know I get enough hate at school.
Don't make me..." Dustin laughed, "Make you what? Cry to Dad? As if he'd care." Taylor frowned, "No. You need
an attitude adjustment. I wish you were completely unable to move, except to breath and blink." Dustin seemed
ready to laugh when he suddenly froze and Taylor crossed her arms. "Now then. How to teach you a lesson." His
eyes were wide in fear, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Taylor finally realized what she needed to do to
her bratty baby brother.
She wished...