Switched Fates: A Brother's Unwanted Transformation and a Sister's Devious Plan

Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, lived a 9-year-old boy named Mike. Mike was a precocious child, characterized by his thick, chocolate-brown hair and warm brown eyes. He was usually dressed casually with a t-shirt and jeans, and his favourite pair of glowing light-up shoes which made him the envy of his classmates. On this particular day, Mike was more excited than ever, for an increasing rhythm in his young heart as his crush, Katie, had invited him over for a sleepover. To make matters all the more thrilling, he had recently found out that sweet Katie harbored feelings for him too, making his heart flutter each time he thought about it. Now, it is worth mentioning that Mike lived with his elder sister, Paige, a good 8 years his senior. The 17-year-old was a free-spirited teenager with dark curly hair falling to her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. She had the same brown eyes as Mike, but there was a different spark to them, an alluring allure of teenage rebellion. She was clad in a crop top, barely hanging over her short shorts, feet paired with chic leather wedges. Her ensemble didn’t stop there; a pair of sunglasses rested comfortably on her head, her ears bore stylish earrings, a friendship bracelet decorated her wrist, a promise ring from her boyfriend on her finger, and a trendy purse hung carelessly over her shoulder. Today, however, her nails were painted a brilliant shade of blue that complemented her outfit. As Mike was excitedly getting ready, Paige called him into the living room. In a tentative voice, she started, "I was wondering if you could do my chores so I can go over to my boyfriend's house. If you do I'll drive you over to Katie's." Not wanting to upset his sister and eager to get to Katie's, Mike quickly agreed, "Sure thing Paige. What should I get started with?" To his surprise, instead of listing her chores, Paige started removing her bracelet, promise ring, sunglasses, earrings, purse, leather wedges, and in a bizarre moment, ran over to Mike and before he could react, she gripped him hard. "Ow, Paige!____What are you doing?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock but he was more startled when he finished the sentence in his sister’s voice. Paige, now in his body, snickered, "I switched our bodies so you can't avoid doing my chores like you were trying to. Now you have to do them Paige!" "But, I said I would do them! Please, swap us back." Mike pleaded. "I don't want to be you." With a devious grin, Paige responded, "Sorry, I don't want to swap back right now. You need to finish getting ready to go over to your boyfriend's house. Put on your sunglasses, earrings, bracelet, promise ring, purse, and slip on your wedges. Or I'm never swapping back." With shaky hands, Mike began to comply. His mind spun as he adapted to Paige's body. He placed the sunglasses on his forehead, put on the earrings, bracelet, promise ring, slung the purse on his shoulder, and uncomfortably slipped the wedges onto his new, femininely small feet. "Now, I want to see you sit down and cross your legs, setting your purse next to you," Paige ordered from Mike's body. Despite the uncomfortable weight of the wedges and his clothes, Mike did as commanded, sitting down and setting the purse next to him with a cringe. "Now, I want to hear you say your name is Paige, you are 17 years old, and I'm your ugly little brother," Paige continued her game. "I can't do this, Paige!" Mike protested feebly, but he found himself saying, "My name is Paige. I am a 17-year-old woman and Mike is my ugly little brother." in a horribly familiar feminine tone. "I also want to hear you compliment something about your outfit." Paige continued relentlessly. With a dejected sigh, he muttered with the unpleasant feeling of obligation, "This promise ring is cute. My boyfriend has such adorable muscles. I love the way these wedges make feet look. This purse is adorable and I love how my nails match." "And also, I want you to say that I need to stop looking at your outfit like a pervert and to stay out of your room," Paige continued with a wicked grin. Mike groaned inwardly but found himself saying begrudgingly, "Mike, you need to stop looking at me like a pervert. If you don't stop, I'll slap you. And stay out of my room, or I'll tell my boyfriend!" "And one more thing, tell me how you can't wait to cuddle and kiss your boyfriend," Paige demanded, the evil glint in her eyes gleaming with mischievous satisfaction. With a groan, he stuttered out, "I...I...can't wait to see my boyfriend and, and kiss him and cuddle with him," in a wounded feminine tone of resignation. "Finally! The last request. Stand up, put your purse over your shoulder and pull down the sunglasses over your eyes. Strut over to me in your fashionable wedges and tell me that you won't be taking me to Katie's house, and that If I don't do your chores, you will tell mom and dad that I was spying on you," Paige laughed out loud, clearly enjoying every second of her practical joke. "Fine Paige. You win this round. But please, can we swap back after?" begged Mike, before unwillingly following her instructions. He stood up, adjusted the purse on his shoulder, put the sunglasses over his eyes, and walked over to his own body in Paige's wedges. "And If you don't do my chores, I'll tell mom and dad you were spying on me, Mike!" he said in the absolute feminine tone of Paige. As the last words left his mouth, Mike's eyes welled up with tears. Seeing the despair in his sister's body, Paige giggled and confessed, "I was just messing with you, little brother. But now that I've had my fun, I think I won't be swapping back." "+