"No!" you scream, managing to twist out of his grasp. You're almost as surprised at your success as he is, but instinct kicks in and you run for the stairs. The proportions of your body still throw you off, especially the extra motion your breasts have with each step, but somehow you make it up the stairs before your brother. You get into your room and lock the door behind you, cringing back as you imagine your brother using his new, powerful body to break through the door.
After a moment, you realize he isn't coming and you breathe a sigh of relief. As you turn around, though, you're shocked to find that you aren't in your room after all. That is, you're in your room...but it looks nothing like you remember.
The first thing you notice is the general color of the room. It all seems more...pink, possibly because the walls themselves are in fact painted a light shade of pink. Adding to the atmosphere are the trays of makeup and jewelry that had replaced the piles of random junk on top your dresser. The rest of your room was also cleaner, down to the neatly-made bed with its floral print covers.
A slight involuntary shiver reminds you of your half-clothed condition, and you move to grab a shirt from your dresser. Instead of the drawers stuffed full of piles of shirts, though, you find neatly folded jeans and skirts and - in the top drawer - an assortment of bras and panties. Leaving them be for the moment, you turn to your closet. Like the dresser, the mess you once had filling your closet has been replaced with a neatly-organized array of feminine clothing from dresses and cute outfits to simple tank tops and T-shirts. Not quite ready to face the whole feminine clothing thing, you grab a T-shirt and pull it on. The fabric feels strange on your bare breasts, and you wonder if you shouldn't have tried figuring out the bra after all.
Now feeling a little less exposed, you glance at the door. You haven't heard any noises from your brother - is he lying in wait or did he leave? What should you do?