If there wasn't a part of your head that kept you from killing her privacy, she would be totally privacy invaded. Actually, you wanted to trow up. One because she ate to much the night before and she had a WEAK stomach. Two, you where your sister, your hot sister, well, other people said she was hot, but you never bothered; but you where your sister! Three, being a girl was so very uncomfortable. You had breasts, which moved every time you moved, and they added to much weight to your chest. Your bladder is further down, and it had nothing to, filter it, if you were. For all you know you have a vagina, but you couldn't feel it. You could not run around felling like this. You bounce a little, trying to shake it off, but that is a mistake because you get grossed out by her beasts bouncing, which is grosser actually feeling them. You decide to get dressed for her, considering you have to go to school for her. You shuffle through her stuff, which seems so wrong to you, till you find a bra. You walk over to the miror and you feel quesy, but you had to do this, her breasts where getting anoying. You remove her thin blue top, and her breasts were revealed. Truly, they were good breasts, so you are not totally grossed out. You brush her blond hair out of the way for the fifty time, and it really gets on your nerves. You put the cups on her breasts and hoop some straps around your shoulders and turn around to fasten the back, but that takes a long time. "Why can't these things have instructions?" you whisper under your breath. Once you finish up you have to work on putting some of the straps in the right place. To decide if you did well you bounce a little, and the bra dose give leverage, but it dosn't give the the full affect.
You shuffle through the cabinets again till you find what you've been looking for, a spagettie strap. Thank god it is a lot easier than than the bra. You bounce a little again. It isn't the best leverage ever, but it works. You shuffle through her closet till a black, wordless t-shirt. You couldn't go to school like this. But you wern't done yet. You go to her pants side and after what you just went through, this would be easy. You find her panties and stair at them. You would have to wear these! They looked like torture to wear. You set them on her bed and you take her pants off. You look down on her bare legs, and for a split second you have the smallest idea of doing something, but you brush it off. You put the panties up and have the hardest job of getting them smooth without putting your hands between her legs.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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