I Am Not My Daughter's Sister

Stephen knows he'll need something to wear but he wasn't going to make it easy for Hailey.  He tilted one hip to the side and crossed his arms and looked up at his daughter, who held up a dress in front of her father.   Stephen instantly recognized what Hailey was holding.  It was the yellow dress she bought with the money she got for her 18th birthday.  Stephen recalls scolding Hailey about her choice in clothing, as the skirt was too short and the collar showed too much cleavage for his liking.  It was seven years since Hailey wore the dress, as she grew out of it during college.  But now she dangled it in front of Stephen, almost to mock him.  To make things worse, his wife was behind Hailey, working hard to contain the laughter at seeing her husband smirk sarcastically at his daughter.

What was he to wear?  He was keenly aware of his naked body underneath his oversized shirt.  He could feel his breasts poking firmly through the fabric and the shirt gently sliding over his soft skin.  And he felt an empty space...down there.  His butt felt swollen and he felt uncomfortable as his inner thighs rubbed against each where...it should be.  Now, his daughter and wife towered over him with the only clothes available being Hailley's dress, old bra, and panties.

Stephen wasn't sure what caused him to change over a period of days.  Genetically and physically, he could pass as the younger sister of Hailey.  Was this his fate?  Was he doomed to start life over as a teenage girl, going to college?  He used to be an electrician handyman but he doubts his old workplace would let him go back to work, let alone recognize him.  There was probably no girl on earth his age that had the knowledge about fixing light fixtures like he did.  Maybe he go to a technical school for electricians, though with his knowledge he'd ace any class he took.  Stephen looked at his small hands.  He'd have to get used to holding his tools all over again.

His wife and daughter looked at him.  He knew they meant no harm but they were obviously having a good time at his expense.  If he was stuck like this, Stephen began formulating schemes to get revenge.  Maybe he'd start dating the cute boys in school.  How would his wife like that?  Still, the thought of dating guys felt wrong and he dreamed of the cute girls attending classes with him.  Would they be self-aware as a girl stared at them from across the room?

Stephen let out a small sigh.  None of that mattered right now.  First, he had to get some clothes on.  He hoped the panties would fit, as he could feel his hips were already a bit wide.  Staring at the bra, he couldn't help but ask himself: will his breasts grow to be as big as his sister's?  Er, he meant his daughter.  It would be a riot if his breasts ended up larger than his wife or daughters.

Vengeance will be his.