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“Please! Stop this right now!” You shout, utterly appalled at what Gordon has done to Mei.
Smirking, Gordon looks back at you. “Oh, quit your whining,” he snarls. “Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”
Before you can deck him across the face, he turns back to Mei.
“Mei, dear, Bella is your younger sister.”
At that suggestion, you fall to your knees, your head feeling like it is about to split in two. Gordon is such a scumbag! You wish this was all a dream. You wish you listened to Mei and not let this man in.
“I’m…Bella’s…older s-sister? That…that’s not true…is it?” She asks, her eyes opening wide with confusion. She quickly turns and gives you a startled look.
“Yes, you are Bella’s younger sister,” he affirms happily.
“I…I am Bella’s b-big sister?”
To your horror, you see your brown hair has turned jet black. Looking at your hand, you notice that your skin has gotten much paler. A tingly feeling erupts across your face, almost like you are being tickled all over it. As if that wasn’t enough, you feel yourself get heavier as your your breasts and ass having swelled in size considerably. When your try to remember what you actually look like, all you can picture is… a busty Chinese girl! Your heart sinks as this realization, knowing that it is likely now too late…
“Mei, Bella is your younger sister,” Gordon says again, this time louder.
“Bella…Bella is my younger sister…” Mei says, letting out a little sigh. You notice you are all now in Mei’s house. She glances over at you and gives you a little smile, and in that moment you just wish you could hug your…big sis?
“Bella only remembers being your younger sister.”
“Bella…only remembers being my younger sister,” Mei says, almost relieved.
Your headache hits a crescendo as the memories of an entirely different life storm your brain, a life where you were Mei’s younger sister. You try and cling on to anything that could remind you of who you really are, but it all fades away. Every trace of your old life was gone…not that it was ever there in the first place.
“Mei, what is your sister’s name again?” He asks.
“Her name…her name is Jun.”
Still disoriented, you rise to your feet at the sound of your name. Your mother told you Jun means truth, which is something that is going out the window today. Ever since you let this man into your house, he has been toying with your big sister, and it is all your fault. You can’t even remember what the truth used to be anymore.
“Well, Jun is only one year younger than you.”
You watch Mei begin to twitch. “Only…only one year?”
“Yes. You’re only one year older.”
You watch your sister give in without a fight. “I am only one year older than Jun…” she murmurs. Your head begins to hurt once more as your whole body heats up. You grow taller, now sporting the breasts and and hips of a fully-grown adult. You feel that tingle on your face again as your hair grows out longer. Your memories are changed: now instead of always being the baby and the family and far behind Mei, you two almost did everything together: School, play dates, sports, ballet, you name it. You already graduated college and live with your sister in the city. Mei was now your best friend, instead of a third parent. You know this isn’t the truth, that you aren’t really an adult, that you aren’t like that with Mei, but it’s the case now.
“And Jun is just like you.”
“Jun…is just like me?”
Again, your head flares up. You weren’t like your sister at all! She’s so vain and…an internalized misogynist. You looked past that since you are sisters, but ever since you became an adult especially you knew you weren’t like her. But you had to admit there were at least some similarities…right?
“Jun acts and thinks just like you.”
“Jun…acts and…thinks j-just…like me…” sputters Mei.
“Exactly like you.”
“Ohhhh…” she purrs. “Exactly…like me…”
Your mind blanks for a second, but when it comes back, you have no choice but to admit you were just like your sister. Everyone thought so as soon as they met the two of you. You each are very confident, almost to a fault, and you both value being sexy (which is why you are in a hot red dress, heels, and sporting your best makeup). That’s all that matters to you two. It’s a measure of your worth! But for some reason, now that didn’t seem right, even though you knew it ought to be…
Smirking, Gordon looks back at you. “Oh, quit your whining,” he snarls. “Better yet, I’ll do it for you.”
Before you can deck him across the face, he turns back to Mei.
“Mei, dear, Bella is your younger sister.”
At that suggestion, you fall to your knees, your head feeling like it is about to split in two. Gordon is such a scumbag! You wish this was all a dream. You wish you listened to Mei and not let this man in.
“I’m…Bella’s…older s-sister? That…that’s not true…is it?” She asks, her eyes opening wide with confusion. She quickly turns and gives you a startled look.
“Yes, you are Bella’s younger sister,” he affirms happily.
“I…I am Bella’s b-big sister?”
To your horror, you see your brown hair has turned jet black. Looking at your hand, you notice that your skin has gotten much paler. A tingly feeling erupts across your face, almost like you are being tickled all over it. As if that wasn’t enough, you feel yourself get heavier as your your breasts and ass having swelled in size considerably. When your try to remember what you actually look like, all you can picture is… a busty Chinese girl! Your heart sinks as this realization, knowing that it is likely now too late…
“Mei, Bella is your younger sister,” Gordon says again, this time louder.
“Bella…Bella is my younger sister…” Mei says, letting out a little sigh. You notice you are all now in Mei’s house. She glances over at you and gives you a little smile, and in that moment you just wish you could hug your…big sis?
“Bella only remembers being your younger sister.”
“Bella…only remembers being my younger sister,” Mei says, almost relieved.
Your headache hits a crescendo as the memories of an entirely different life storm your brain, a life where you were Mei’s younger sister. You try and cling on to anything that could remind you of who you really are, but it all fades away. Every trace of your old life was gone…not that it was ever there in the first place.
“Mei, what is your sister’s name again?” He asks.
“Her name…her name is Jun.”
Still disoriented, you rise to your feet at the sound of your name. Your mother told you Jun means truth, which is something that is going out the window today. Ever since you let this man into your house, he has been toying with your big sister, and it is all your fault. You can’t even remember what the truth used to be anymore.
“Well, Jun is only one year younger than you.”
You watch Mei begin to twitch. “Only…only one year?”
“Yes. You’re only one year older.”
You watch your sister give in without a fight. “I am only one year older than Jun…” she murmurs. Your head begins to hurt once more as your whole body heats up. You grow taller, now sporting the breasts and and hips of a fully-grown adult. You feel that tingle on your face again as your hair grows out longer. Your memories are changed: now instead of always being the baby and the family and far behind Mei, you two almost did everything together: School, play dates, sports, ballet, you name it. You already graduated college and live with your sister in the city. Mei was now your best friend, instead of a third parent. You know this isn’t the truth, that you aren’t really an adult, that you aren’t like that with Mei, but it’s the case now.
“And Jun is just like you.”
“Jun…is just like me?”
Again, your head flares up. You weren’t like your sister at all! She’s so vain and…an internalized misogynist. You looked past that since you are sisters, but ever since you became an adult especially you knew you weren’t like her. But you had to admit there were at least some similarities…right?
“Jun acts and thinks just like you.”
“Jun…acts and…thinks j-just…like me…” sputters Mei.
“Exactly like you.”
“Ohhhh…” she purrs. “Exactly…like me…”
Your mind blanks for a second, but when it comes back, you have no choice but to admit you were just like your sister. Everyone thought so as soon as they met the two of you. You each are very confident, almost to a fault, and you both value being sexy (which is why you are in a hot red dress, heels, and sporting your best makeup). That’s all that matters to you two. It’s a measure of your worth! But for some reason, now that didn’t seem right, even though you knew it ought to be…
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