My Girlfriend's Sister (Potentail new body swap tale)

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My Gender Education

As I amble down the street, with the summer sun warming my skin, I couldn’t help but feel in a good mood. I’d recently just finished my first year in college and now I have the rest of the summer to chill out and take it easy. Usually, that would be enough to get me all excited, but this year I’m even more jazzed!

I’d been chasing Melissa all year, and she’d finally agreed to go on a date with me, just before we finished college. We’d met at college and through pure coincidence, her family had recently moved in down the street.

So not only do I have time to enjoy the summer sunshine, I’ve got a hottie down the road who wants to enjoy it with me! With a skip in the step and a smile across my face, I turn the corner and head towards Melissa’s house.

I’ve only met her family a few times. Her younger sister seems cool, if not a little strange. Her Mother is the quintessential housewife and her dad, well I haven’t really met him yet. From what I’ve seen so far, they are all a little strange, but that’s totally fine with me.

Walking up the garden path, with the birds singing and the bees buzzing, I hop up the front step and ring the doorbell. Nothing was going to get me down today.

“There’s someone at the door!” I hear a feminine voice screech out. “Heather, I know you waiting for a parcel, can you get it!

Waiting patiently, I run my fingers through my hair to clear it from my eyes.

Seconds later, I hear the latch on the door click, and the door creeks gradually open.

Peaking through the crack, I give a wide smile to the person opening the door, that I’m yet to see.

“Hey, is Melissa in?” I ask, still smiling from ear to ear.

As the door opens further, the sunlight hits the face of her younger sister.

“Oh hello, Daniel,” Heather says frowning, as he stands in the doorway. “She’s upstairs.”

I give Heather a heartfelt smile as she stands aside and lets me in. She’s just turned eighteen and was starting to look like a mini version of Melissa. Even the way she styled her hair and dressed reminded me of her.

“You look nice today,” I tell her as I walk through the door and take off my shoes. “That dress looks cute on you.”

Heather gives me a wry smile as she closes the door. “Yeah yeah Romeo,” she smirks. “Save it for my sister.”

Letting out a little awkward laugh, I rub my neck and wait for her to lead me into the house. As she walks by, leading me into the hallway with the staircase, I could smell her perfume. It’s the same as Melissa’s.

“You smell nice,” I comment as Heather looks at me with an unimpressed expression. “That’s the same scent that Melissa wears, am I right?”

As she sharply looks away, avoiding eye contact, she goes bright red.

“Y-yeah,” She nervously replies. “I’ve run out of mine, so I thought I’d borrow hers.”

I’d got used to her acting a little strange in the few days I’d know her. She just seems to react very oddly whenever I point out her’s and Melissa’s similarities. I mean, seems odd to me. They are sisters, why get so defensive about it.

“Melissa!” Heather screams up the stairs, in what appears to be a little bit of panic. “Dan’s here!”

A second of silence passes before Melissa shouts back, calling me up.

Giving Heather a polite smile, I make my way up the stairs and towards Melissa’s room.

Their house was always a little messy. I have to dodge random items left on the staircase that they seem too lazy to bring up. Packs of toilet roll always seem to converge on the third step. I always wonder if it would be rude to bring some stuff up for them like I’m pointing out their laziness.

As I reach the top, Melissa’s room is the first on the right, and I tap the door gently as I enter.

“Hello there!” I call out as I find her laying on her bed. “How’s my girl?”

Flicking her glossy brunette hair, she turns to me and gives me a welcoming smile. Patting the bed, she ushers me over to sit with her.

“I’m good hun, and you?” she answers as she shifts up allowing me space on the bed.

She quickly sits up and throws her arm around my shoulder as I sit down. Pressing her head against my shoulder she squeezes with her arm.

“Much better now you’re here!” she whispers in my ear with glee.

Bringing our hands together, I turn to kiss her. I look deep into her sky blue eyes as we lean in towards each other. A spark of passion tingles across our lips as they touch and we kiss like long-lost lovers.

For a moment or two, I get lost in our lover's embrace. Kissing her like I’d been away for years, I find our kiss becomes passionate as we continue. Reluctantly pulling away and giving her a smile, I cross my legs to hide my excitement.

“Are you staying for dinner tonight?” Mel asks as she leans in and buries her head against my chest.

“Would you like me to?” I ask as she starts nodding her head in agreement.

As I hold her tight, a moment or two of silence passes. She’s my first love and these moments, I felt, I’d remember for a lifetime.

“Your sisters wearing your perfume,” I tell her breaking the silence. “Thought you’d wanna know seeing as it cost me so much money to buy it for you.”

Melissa sits up and pulls a sour face.

“That girl!” she groans in frustration. “You know she’s been really irritating this week. She keeps getting into all of my stuff, asking questions about my life and constantly asking about you and my friends.”

“Oh yeah,” I reply as I lay myself down on her bed next to me. “Do you know why?”

Melissa huffs and shrugs her shoulders.

“No idea!” she gripes “It’s like she all of a sudden wants to know every single little detail about me!”

I search for her dainty hands, with mine, as I stare up at the ceiling. Once I find them, our hands come together.

“Is it a cry for help...?” I ask as I give her hand a small squeeze

“Why would that be a cry for help?” Mel replies confused. “The girls just a mental.”

Letting go of my hand, she gets up and leans over me. Allowing herself to fall, she catches and holds herself over me on all fours.

“You know…,” she says in a gossiping tone of voice. “Heather’s barely got any friends. It’s really strange. She’s an attractive girl, but for some reason, she can’t get on with people.”

Half listening and half gazing into my girlfriend's beautiful eyes, I lean forward for a kiss.

“I really don’t get her!” Melissa continues as she ignores my advances. “She wants to know all about my friends, but she doesn’t want any of her own. That’s weird right?”

Still pushing my lips up towards her, I just nod and agree with what she’s saying.

“Dan!” she cries out with daggers in her eyes. “Are you listening to what I’m saying!”

Pulling a wry smile, I give up trying to kiss her and I allow my head to hit the pillow. I then proceed to shrug my shoulders.

“Your sister is just a little weird,” I say “That’s nothing to worry about Mel.”

Climbing off me and sitting up with her back against the wall, she starts pulling at her top. As I sit up too, I can see the worry on her face. Something’s bothering her and I know I should ask.

“What's wrong?” I questions as lean up against the wall next to her.

“I feel like she’s up to something,” Mel replies as she fiddles with her clothing some more.

As I start wondering how to make her feel better, there’s a knock on her door.

“Mel!” Heather shouts from the other side as she knocks on the door once more. “I’ve brought you guys up some sodas!”

The sudden knocks make us both jump. Mel sighs and I get up off the bed to open the door. I look back at Mel, who’s gesturing for me to stop. I shrug my shoulders and gradually open it to see Heather on the other side with a tray with three glasses.

“Open the door already!” she insists with a push of her foot. “I’m going to spill these if you don’t hurry up!”

Holding the door closed with my body, I look back at Melissa for confirmation that I can let her in. She looks back at me with a resting bitch face, but she does nod for me to get out the way.

As I shift my body, Heater kicks the door wide open and gives us both a dirty look. Then within an instant, her body language and expression change to one of happiness.

“I thought you two love birds could do with a drink!” she claims with an uncharacteristic joyful tone. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” Melissa replies sarcastically as Heather holds out the tray for me to grab one of the glasses.

Holding my hand out to choose from one of the ice-cold-looking sodas, I give Heather a smile.

“Are any of these diet sodas?” I ask as Melissa gets to her feet.

Melissa stands next to me,  and Heather gives me the most unimpressed face I’d ever seen.

“There’s a diet for me and Melissa,” she commands as she hands me one glass and Melissa another. Placing the tray down, she takes a sip of her drink and anxiously waits for us both to take a sip.

“Dan,” Melissa says holding her glass out to me. “Forgive my sister's rude attitude to guests, you can have mine”

Just as me and Melissa trade glasses and take a long sip, Heather growls in frustration. Slamming her drink on a nearby side table she stamps her feet.

“No no no no no,” Heater repeats worried. “You were supposed to drink this one!”

Heather snatches the drink from my hands, almost causing it to spill, and starts trying to thrust it in Melissa’s face.

“Drink!” she commands “You must drink this now!”

Melissa pushes back with attitude and strikes a sassy pose.

“What's got into you, Heather!” She complains. “Why MUST I have this drink?”

Interrupting I let out a huge squeal of discomfort. Clutching at my stomach I reel over in pain. It felt like my insides had been put through a blender. All I could think was that Heather had laced the drink with poison.

“Guys,” I plea as the pain becomes more intense. “I don’t feel too good!”

Heather grabs my hand and starts pulling me out of the room. Thanks to the pain, I really have to focus on keeping up with her, as she pulls me towards the bathroom.

“Heather?” I moan as she pushes the bathroom door closed and locks it. “What did you put in that drink?”

Before Heather even has the chance to answer, Melissa is banging on the door from the other side. I could hear the panic and anger in my girlfriend's voice.

“Heather!” Mel screams “What are you doing! What was in those drinks!”

I watch as Heather leans up against the door. She’d starting holding her stomach just like me. I could see the pain in her eyes as sweat started beading down her forehead.

“I put a laxative in the drink as a joke,” Heather mutters through the door as she closes her eyes tight. “Both me and Dan are going to have to be in here a while!”

“Do I need to call an ambulance!” Mel cries through the door as she continues to knock at it. “Is he going to be ok!”

Heather groans with pain but tries to hide it. Between the waves of agony, emanating from my core, I could see her struggling with it too. There was no way this was just laxatives. She wouldn’t put them in her drink too. That just doesn’t make sense.

“Mel…” Heather says trying to hide the pain “I will help Dan, go and make us a hot drink. He’s going to need food and water once he’s finished.

“I should be in there with him!” Mel shouts back with a single loud bang on the door.

Heather shakes her head then closes her eyes from the pain. Having to really lean against the door for support, she places her face to the door.

“It’s ok sis,” she says back slowly. “I don’t want you to see him like this. Once he’s better we will come down.”

Even though the pain had started moving all over my body, like the pricks of a thousand needles, I could see Heather was lying. The look on her face told me she didn’t believe what she was saying at all.

“Ok,” Melissa agrees reluctantly. “Just look after him you freak!”

Now struggling to keep my eyes open, I reach over to Heather. I wanted to grab her and force her to tell me what she’d done. However, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the power in my body. It felt like my body was no longer responding. I almost felt like my body was no longer mine.

“Not good,” Heather stutters as I watch her fall to the floor with a thud.

Fearing the worst, I try my best to check she’s ok, but my vision blurs and soon fades to black.

Not knowing how much time had passed, my eyes slowly open and I find myself lying face down on the bathroom floor. The last thing I remember was Heather falling to the floor, but she wasn’t in my view anymore.

Thankfully the pain had subsided and I could feel my body. Although it felt like I’d walked through a burning building, with every inch of my skin tingling, I could now move my fingers and toes.

“Dan?” I hear a male voice ask from above and behind me. “… are you awake?”

I was already confused about what had happened and now we’ve got a random, but somehow familiar voice, in this room with me and Heather.

As I start to sit up, odd sensations ping my brain. Things just didn’t feel right but I had more pressing questions. Leaning against the wall and brushing random strands of hair from my face, I look up to see a figure of a guy who looked just like me, looking down.

Not believing what I see, I rub my eyes and take another look.

“What the hell!” I cry out with a super high-pitched whine “Wha wha wha….. what's going on!?”

The figure that looks exactly like me leans down and covers my mouth with its hand. I struggle for a moment as I feel the terror rise up in me. As much as I try and pull the hand away, my muscles can’t break free.

“Ssssshhh….it’s me Heather,” she says as she looks deep into my eyes. “I need you to listen really carefully as I explain what's happened.”

Not being able to speak, I look up at her with fear in my eyes. Nodding for her to explain, she slowly takes her hand away and sits on the floor in front of me. There’s no mistaking what I see. It’s my body she’s in and she’s still wearing that dress I said looked good on her. It certainly didn’t look as flattering on my body!

“Dan,” she says as she brings her hands to her face to look at them. “I want you to understand, this has really happened. This body you see, it’s yours and I’m in it.”

Not knowing what you say, I just stare in disbelief as Heather points at me and smirks.

“Please don’t scream,” she comments “If you look at your body, you will find you are now me.”

Bringing a single hand to my face, I see that my hands are now dainty with long narrow fingers. Instantly my thoughts focus on the emptiness around my crotch. With one swift movement, I start patting where it used to be.

“It's…….”

“Gone?” Heather interrupts

As the blood drains from my face, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yeah, you’re a girl now.” Heather smiles as she runs her hand across her short hair. “More importantly, the girl that you are….is me.”

“Wha…what?” I stutter as I feel and investigate the sensitive mounds that hang unsupported from my chest.

“Get used to those,” Heather says as she stands awkwardly in her ill-fitting dress. “We might be this way for a while.”

“Heather!” I growl still unused to my chipmunk-sounding voice. “Why!?”

Heather looks down at me and smirks. Running her hands down her new male figure and moaning at the tight dress she’s almost busting out from, she points down at me once more.

“I wanted my sister's body!” she says with spite in her voice. “You had to mess that up and now I’m a fucking boy!”

My mouth opens wide as I try and understand why and how this had happened.

“Dan,” she commands. “You need to stand up and we need to swap outfits. You don’t want Melissa to see you wear this dress. We can’t tell her we’ve switched bodies and I’m sure you don’t want her thinking you’ve taken up being a crossdresser.”

Gradually standing, with all the new sensations of my female body making themselves know, I find my new height jarring.

“Quickly,” Heather demands with her deep male voice. “Take off those jeans and put on my dress.”

I shake my head. “I’m not wearing a dress heather!”

As she struggles to pull the slim dress over my male shoulders, she looks at me with daggers in her eyes.

“So you want Melissa to think you’re into crossdressing then?”

“No, I don’t!” I grumble in reply.

“Well it’s either she catches you in a dress,” she says pointing at me “….or she finds you naked, locked in the bathroom with her younger sister.”

I look down at myself. My once perfectly fitting clothes are now hanging off my dainty female frame.

“Dan,” she says softly. “What's best for us both now is for us to assume each other's lives until I can fix this. Right now Mel thinks we are both shitting our guts out. I’m sorry this got all mixed up, but you are going to have to quickly adapt to my body and be me, or we are going to get sussed out.”

As much as I apricated her honesty, I still shake my head in defiance of her plan.

“Why must we not tell her?” I ask as I stare at my body just wearing a bright red matching bra and panties. The view of my bulge stuffed in her lacey underwear made me almost feel sick.

“If we tell people they are going to think we are crazy!” Heather says gritting her teeth. “If they think we are crazy… do you think I’m going to be able to get more of the pills to swap us back!?”

As all the questions and thoughts swirl violently around in my mind, I blankly watch as Heather gets completely naked in my body, and cups my package.

“Nice,” she comments at the size. “What is it to be then, are you going to put on my dress?”

As she stands naked in front of me, she gathers her dress and underwear and holds them out towards me. With an innocent look on her face, she urges me to take them.

“Please Dan,” she plea’s “This is the best option for us both. I promise I will help you out. I promise I will fix this and I promise I won’t do anything to ruin your life!”

Not having any other choice, I reach down to my pants and unbutton them. Without any further action, they fall to the floor around my feet. Stepping out of them and kicking them towards Heather, I quickly rip my T-shirt up and over my head.

“Good,” she grins “Now turn around so I can get you into your bra.”

Time seems to slow down to an agonizing crawl as I allow heather to dress me. She grabs at my body, with force, and quickly has me pulling up her red lacey underwear. As I nestle my flat crotch into the feminine briefs, she quickly has my new breasts encased in the matching bra.

“I will teach you all about being a girl,” she comments as she fastens the bra. “Don’t worry.”

Not getting the chance to answer, she throws the dress over my head and quickly zips up the back. The feel of the skirt dancing around, as she ties the sash up at the back, made me feel really uncomfortable. Just the way the garment matches every single curve of my body made me sick. I shouldn’t even have curves like it! The way the neckline of the dress showed my cleavage made me shiver to my core.

“Nearly done,” Heather says as she pats my hair flat. “You don’t look as pretty as I did earlier, but It will have to do.”

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