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Your alarm clock wakes you, dragging you unwillingly from sleep. You stretch out your arms, letting out a yawn as you pull your sheets away. Last night you had called your boss to let them know you weren’t feeling well, but now that you breathe in the morning air you feel like you’ve recovered from whatever mystery illness you briefly had.

The whole day is ahead of you. What would you like to do?

> Stay in your bedroom

> Leave your bedroom

You get dressed quickly, eager not to waste the opportunity that awaits you. With a stretch of your legs, you walk out of your bedroom and onto the landing. The soft light is flowing in easily through the windows, as if welcoming you out of your room and into the day ahead. Outside, you can hear birdsong, cutting through the distant hum of traffic.

It seems that the house is completely empty. Where do you go?

> Sister's Room

> Mother's Room

You head to your sister’s room. When you both were younger, she had been adamant that it was completely forbidden to you. In the years since, you found it so natural to avoid that room that you kept up the act. Now, with no chance of her yelling, you decide to head inside and see what she had been keeping hidden from you all this time.

Her room is as you remembered it, though without the hot pink that once covered the walls. It’s around the same size as your own, but you notice it’s clearly tidier. Now that you’ve entered, you’re stuck with what to do.

> Look in her wardrobe

> Look at her sports trophies

With no better opportunity, you decide to open your sister’s wardrobe. You keep telling yourself it’s merely healthy curiosity, but deep down you’ve always expected there to be some secrets hidden away inside.

The wardrobe is full of a wide range of outfits. You’re sure that to your sister they are organised perfectly, but to you it looks completely impenetrable. There are clothes that she hasn’t worn for years, tucked alongside the latest fashions.

> Look at her prom dress

> Look at her school uniform

It’s been years since your sister has gone to school, but you notice her school tie poking out amongst the other clothes. You wonder if she kept it as a memento, or simply hasn’t gotten around to throwing it away. As you look, you can spot the rest of her uniform still in good condition – her green blazer, several dress shirts, tights, brown shoes, and a pleated skirt.

You know you should turn around and leave, but you can’t stop yourself from being tempted. It wouldn’t hurt to have a closer look at the tie, would it? After all, they’re only clothes. You stretch your hand out towards it, and just when you’re about to touch the fabric the tie twitches suddenly. Moving your hand back in surprise, you check the door behind you. It’s definitely closed. No gust of wind could have blown the tie. Unfazed, you reach out towards it once more.

This time, the long tie recoils like a viper and you jump back in shock. With a flash of green and red silk, it launches at you, wrapping firmly around your neck. You choke for air, tumbling backwards, landing on your sister’s well-made bed with a crash. You try and tell yourself that you must be dreaming, that the tie has no way of acting like this, but the blood slowly being restricted from your brain makes it hard to think straight. Your hands scramble to your throat, trying to loosen it, but the tie squeezes you tighter and tighter. It jerks suddenly, and you feel your head move with it, unable to resist.

The tie jerks back once more, forcing your face up and away from your body, your vision now stuck on the pillows. You can feel your body jerking uncontrollably, as if you are a puppet on some strings. With quick, erratic movements, you realise you’re slowly shaking your clothing off – soon nude and thrashing on the bed. You feel yourself kicking away your clothes into the corner of the room. Desperately, you try and turn your head but the tie holds you fast.

From the wardrobe, you can hear the rustling of fabric, and in the corner of your eye you catch various garments being launched at you. Your shoulders twist and jerk, and you find your arms sliding underneath the straps of one of your sister’s bras, magically clasping against your back. You know it’s useless to cry for help. Something soft creeps up and over your legs, squeezing tight across your groin. You feel disgusted, knowing that you are being forced to wear your sisters old panties, but you have more pressing things on your mind. Another silky touch to your legs and you strain your neck to see the tights now covering them.

Like a white sail, you spot the dress shirt hurtling at you from the wardrobe. It’s far too small for you, but it twists and squeezes over your arms, the small collar sliding up and underneath the tie in a movement of blessed looseness, before the knot grows ever tighter. Whirling towards you, the skirt slides up and over your legs, the shirt being tucked in as if by unseen hands. Finally, with a flutter, your arms twist behind you as the blazer is thrown over you, your arms sliding into the silk lined sleeves and emerging from the garment.

You’re now completely dressed in your sister’s school uniform. Mentally, you beg the tie to let you go, but it mercilessly squeezes your neck once more. You’re feeling lightheaded and begin to notice a strange tickling on your ears. Just before you lose consciousness, you spot locks of long brown hair growing down onto your shoulders.

You’re not sure how long you’re unconscious for, but you wake with a start, your voice soft and feminine though oddly familiar. You throw yourself out of bed, finding it far too easy to slip your feet into the pair of shoes that have been placed there for you. Looking into the mirror, you’re certain something strange has just happened, but you’re not sure what. You can barely remember having a strange dream, of living a life as someone completely different – was it your brother?

As you look at your body in the mirror, you push the thought aside. You’re late for school already, and you could do without daydreams distracting you from your studies.

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Here's something a little bit different! Writing a CYOA story was the reward for reaching 30 Patrons, and this is just a little preview of the upcoming story! Currently, the story has 15 endings with several branching paths. It would be impossible for me to include the entirety of it on Patreon, so this is just one of the possible endings. 

I'm aiming to add more paths and endings as we reach further Patreon goals, making this a living, continuing story. There's nothing worse than an unfinished CYOA, so it'll be released in stages, each one self contained.

I've only got a handful of endings to finish writing, and will hopefully have the full story posted to DeviantArt this weekend. Once this is done I'll be back to my regular commission cycle! 

Thank you for being a part of reaching this goal. I've been able to focus a lot more on my writing thanks to your support, and I hope an experimental story like this is a small token of my gratitude! 

Love, Nabu.