By Day Oneway By Night, Another

This is story idea comes from Discord.

Idea being that the boy (Kyle) has a girl who lives inside of him but only takes control of his body at night (when he's sleeping)

let me know if you like this one :)

By Day One Way, By Night Another

Kyle throws stretches his arms right up above his head as he wakes from what feels like the longest sleep he’s had in an age.

As he stretches, he yawns and then brings his hands down to rub his sleep-crusted eyes.

As his mind wakes, his attention is focused below the sheets. He nervously lifts them to look at his body covered underneath.

A lot of unexpected and unexplained stuff had been happening to Kyle recently. Stuff that he really couldn’t explain nor understand. Occurrences that left him confused and in some cases, extremely embarrassed.

He stares down at the boxer's shorts he’s worn to bed. Everything this morning appears to be normal

“Good,” he whispers, throwing the covers off and sitting up on the side of his bed.

Allowing his bare feet to feel the soft carpet to the side of his bed, he yawns once more and scratches at his side.

“Kyle..?” Natasha, his sister calls for him behind his closed bedroom door.

Kyle knew exactly what she wanted. She’s desperate to catch him in another awkward situation like yesterday. Kyle could almost breathe a sigh of relief knowing that it hadn’t occurred again.

He spent most of the night trying to understand quite how yesterday morning actually happened. Kyle has absolutely no memory of taking his mother's panties and putting them on for bed! He’d never do such a thing!

He honestly couldn’t believe it happened. Then it was just absolute rotten luck that Natasha caught him wearing them. She made the biggest song and dance about it and the whole family saw him.

Kyle really didn’t want to have the ‘chat’ again with his parents. Especially when he’s sure that he didn’t steal them or put them on!

“What do you want Nat…!?” Kyle sharply shouts back, watching her try to open his bedroom door.

Natasha doesn’t answer for a second, she tries keeps trying the bedroom handle.

“Nat..!? Kyle huffs, rubbing his unusually sore eyes. “I’m not wearing them…please stop.”

“Open the door, Kyle!” Natasha Impaitnetly grumbles, knocking at the door. “I wanna know why you broke into my room last night and used all my makeup!”

“What..!?” Kyle replies, shaking his head at her absurd accusation.

“Open the door!” She screams, rattling the door hard. “I know it was you!”

Kyle shakes his head as he stands and ambles toward the door. He know he’d never do something like that. Why on earth would he need to wear her makeup?

“Calm down….,” Kyle says softly, unlocking the door and peaking through the gap at his angry sister's face.

As soon as they make eye contact, Natasha shoves at the door in pure frustration.

“You’re a freak, Kyle!” she bellows, shoving the door until he retreats and opens it fully.

Standing in just his boxers, he sees his sister's bright red and angry face. Her hair is a complete mess and she’s still wearing her nightwear.

As they stand facing each other in the doorway, Kyle wants to protest his innocents, but he’s shocked at how quickly Natasha’s expression changes.

He’s left speechless as her angry eyes quickly turn to shock. Instantly he feels just like the morning before. This time, however, he knows he’s not wearing his mother's panties.

Looking down at himself to double check, he looks back up at Natasha’s now almost amused face and shrugs.

“See….,” he says confidently, plucking at his boxer shorts. “Also..please stop telling lies about me using your makeup. I wouldn’t wanna come near your sleeping at the best of times—have you seen yourself?”

Natasha brings a single hand up to cover her swift appearing grin. Her other hand then slowly rises up to point at Kyle’s face.

“H…have you seen…,” she giggles playfully. “Yourself this morning!”

Kyle doesn’t take kindly to her pointing and laughing. He has literally just woken up and wonders what on earth she expects from him.

“Are we done Nat,” he replies, gritting his teeth.

“This is so funny!” Natasha laughs, ignoring his reply. “I can’t believe this!”

Kyle rolls his eyes and lets out an exhausted sigh.

“Go bug someone else for a change,” he replies irritated.

Natasha wipes a single tear of joy from her eye as she continues to chuckle and stare directly at his face. Just as Kyle looks like he’s about to slam the door, she points at the mirror hanging from the wall behind him in his room.

“Go look…,” she chuckles, gesturing towards the mirror again. “You must have forgotten to take it all off after your raided my room and makeup. Busted boyo!”

“Taken what off…?” he asks confused as to what she’s talking about. “I didn’t come into your room last night Nat!”

“Stop lying Kyle,” Natasha abruptly replies, stamping a foot. “The evidence is all over your face!”

Kyle stops still for a moment. He quickly notices how clammy the skin on his face feels and how heavy his eyelashes feel. Almost like they’ve been covered with something thick.

His heart skips a beat as he turns and paces towards the mirror.

“What the!” he screeches, shocked at what he see’s in the reflection.

His skin starts to crawl and his stomach churns as he stares at his face in the mirror.

“W-w-w-w-what…….t-the f-f-f-feck!” he nervously stutters, prodding and poking at the thick but well-applied makeup adored all over his face.

Around his eyes, deep purples and blue eye shadow that’s finished with perfect eyeliner wings. His lashes are long and lush black. His skin is flawless with a red blusher extenuating his cheeks.

Touching his plump bright red lips, he shudders at the sight of himself. He looks like a drag queen!

“I-I…didn’t do this!” Kyle innocently protests, now desperate for his sister to understand.

Natasha steps forward into his room and smiles. Shaking her head, he steps close to his face and touches his cheeks.

“I mean….you clearly did,” she asserts. “Look…my expensive foundation is caked all over your skin.”

Puzzled and bemused, Kyle throws his arms down in anger. He doesn’t understand why these things keep happening to him!

He didn’t mind it when he’d wake up laying the other direction on the bed or if he’d find half-eaten snacks spread around his room, but this takes the biscuit.

“I don’t remember this!” Kyle groans, vigorously shaking his head.

“Are you serious?” Natasha replies bewildered. “When you woke me up—I spoke to you. Don’t you remember?”

“No..,” Kyle answers, bereft of energy.

“Yeah…,” Natasha says, raising an eyebrow in concern. “I think you’d just applied your lipstick and I woke up and asked you what you were doing. Don’t you remember running off like a spooked wild animal?”

“Not at all…,” Kyle replies, despondently touching his bright red lips. “No way did you talk to me and no way could I have done this! It looks like something a makeup artist would do!”

Natasha sighs and places a hand on her hip. Shrugging her shoulder, she rolls her eyes.

“Kyle,” she says straight. “I know you keep telling everyone you don’t want to be a girl and that you don’t remember any of this stuff…but you clearly do. Just admit it.”

Kyle’s mouth drops as he stares blankly at his sister.

“Admit what!?” he animatedly complains.

Natasha grabs his hand roughly and drags him towards the door. As Kyle protests, he’s too keenly aware of the makeup all over his face. As Natasha pulls him into her room, she lets go of his hand and presents her vanity table to him.

“Admit this was your last night!” she says with a stern expectation.

Kyle looks down at the devastation across her table. Bottles and jars left without lids, items strewn around the place, and drawers left open.

“I’m sorry Natasha,” Kyle answers, now shaking with anxiety. He just can’t understand it. He doesn’t remember any of it!

“Just admit you want to be a girl Kyle,” she repeats. “We’ve all caught you crossdressing now and I really don’t want you sneaking into my room at night anymore! It’s disgusting!”

Kyle stands dejected. Broken and confused. The blood had already drained from his face before Natasha had even said another word.

“B-b-but…I don’t,” he manages to wearily reply.

“Oh for goodness sake,” Natasha huffs, throwing her hands up in frustration.

She moves further into her bedroom and starts pointing things out.

“Well here’s your chance to be a girl,” she says franticly. “There's my underwear. You’ve already done your makeup so now just time for the outfit!”

Kyle’s eyes grow wide as he understands what she’s saying. No way is he going to wear any of her clothes. Let alone touch her underwear.

“Just take a bra and panty set,” Natasha snaps, pointing at the drawer.

Moving to her closet,j she pulls several items from it. Throwing them onto her bed without care, Kyle looks down at the button blouse and black pleated skirt.

“There’s my spare school uniform,” Natasha huffs, folding her arms as she stares daggers in Kyle’s direction. “Go on…take it. Be the girl we all know you want to be! Stop trying to hide it by sneaking around at night! I’d respect you more as my new sister rather than the weirdo that keeps taking mine and mom's stuff!”

“I don’t want this!!” Kyle shouts, allowing his emotions to burst out. “I don’t want any of this!”

Natasha looks away as Kyle tries to desperately convince her.

“Y’know..,” Natasha says calmly and softly. “ Mom and I have already agreed to pay for you to get extensions.”

Kyle grinds his teeth and narrows his eyes.

“Just help me take all this crap off,” he grunts. “I don’t care if you believe me or not! I know I didn’t do this and I for sure don’t want to wear your uniform or underwear! Nat…I don’t want to be a girl.”

“Fine!” Natasha reluctantly sighs. “But I’m putting my Laptop security on so it will record my room at night—just warning you!”