I Hate You! – Chapter 2
What the hell!? Why was it so bright in my room? And what was that weird pressure inside my panties? I opened my eyes, and it took me a couple of moments to focus.
Once I managed to see what I was looking at, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was inside that little brat’s bedroom! How did he manage to move me in here without waking me? Did that asshole drug me or something? And after a few more moments, I noticed that the pervert even took off my tank top!
And what did he stick inside my panties? It felt like the handle of my hairbrush or something. It felt… weird, and I just couldn’t place it. I kicked off the blankets and tried to sit up straight. But the moment the blanket hit the floor, I heard a muffled yelp in the distance. And in the corner of my eye, I noticed something strange. My boobs were missing… I was as flat as I was a few years ago.
But when I glanced further down my body, I let out a small yelp of my own. I was wearing Jake’s boxers, which were tented with… a tube of something?
I immediately lifted the waistband of his boxers, and my heart almost stopped when I saw a stiff dick with a small patch of pubes above it appear. I jumped out of bed and hurried over to the mirror.
And the person looking back at me was that shitbag of a brother. How did this asswipe pull this off? As I looked myself over in the full-length mirror, I noticed for a brief moment that his body actually looked pretty impressive. He had a starting six-pack, noticeable pecs, and a pretty decent tent inside his boxers.
But I immediately pulled myself out of these thoughts. I grabbed my head to check if I maybe was wearing a VR headset or something like that. But…. nothing. I was feeling more panicked with every passing second. I pinched myself a couple of times in an attempt to wake from this awful nightmare. I frantically started looking around for clues, and I found nothing! I was really inside my brother’s room and apparently inside his body.
Thankfully, his boner had gone down by now, making walking around easier and less distracting. I needed to get my head straight, and with an aching boner stretching out my underwear, this wasn’t an easy task.
So I sat down at his desk and started to think. What could I do? Where was Jake? Wait… if I was… then he… No matter how obvious, this thought struck me like a ton of bricks. I just realized that he must be in my body!
But… what if I was dead? Or in a coma, or… and Jake was… no more? That thought stung. I hated my brother, but I didn’t want him to be… dead! So I quickly got to my feet and walked toward the door to check out my room. But before my hand touched the door handle, I heard a soft “Kate?” come from the other side of the door in a familiar voice. Mine!
So I opened the door, and there I was! Well… my body at least. I obviously had been crying, and my face looked like I could start again any second. I stuck my head out into the hallway and pulled myself inside. I mean… Jake! No, myself, I mean… damnit!! I pulled Jake inside and closed the door behind him.
“What the fuck, Kate!?” Jake hissed loudly. “What did you do?”
“What did I do!? What did YOU do?” I replied, feeling annoyed already.
“Fuck you! I didn’t do anything,” Jake said, angry and bickering as always but clearly trying to calm down.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” I said, feeling myself get angrier by the second and totally not in the mood for another bashing session by my little brother.
Jake looked at me, and I could see he was trying to come up with another insult. But before he could say anything, I said, “Don’t even start, fuckface! I’m NOT in the mood for your shit! I woke up with this tiny peppermint roll inside my underwear, and now I want to know why. So don’t give me any shit, and just help me figure this out. Or leave! Either is fine with me!”
“Tiny?” he asked, surprised as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Alright. Maybe not tiny…” I said, sighing deeply and not in the mood for more fighting, “but… fuck it, Jake! I completely freaked out when I woke up!”
The hateful frown on Jake’s face started to vanish, and I saw him relax his shoulders. He also sighed deeply and said, “You’re right! We need to figure this out together. I just…”
Jake stammered, and I saw another tear in the corner of his eye. I actually felt sorry for him. The last time this happened was a very long time ago. So I decided to put our fighting in the fridge for a while. There were more urgent things that needed our attention right now.
“Let’s sit,” I said as I took a deep breath and sat on the bed as Jake took the desk chair.
Jake also sighed, softly saying, “This is so fucked up!”
I looked at Jake, and he was still dressed in panties and a tank top. I noticed how good my boobs looked in that top and how nicely the laced panties accentuated my hips.
I didn’t know what it was, but I felt that pressure in my underwear again. I looked down and realized Jake’s… I mean, my dick was growing again. But I didn’t have a clue why. So I looked at my brother, who looked wide-eyed at my crotch, and asked, “Why am I getting all these boners!?”
“I don’t know! All I know is that I’m now stuck with these,” he said and grabbed my boobs… damnit! His boobs… with both hands.
I noticed how he smiled slyly as he kneaded them. It lasted less than a second, but it couldn’t be missed.
“I guess you like what you see,” he softly said, smiling uncomfortably at me.
“I guess…” I said, feeling glad he wasn’t such a brat and trying to break the ice.
“So… what do you think happened?” Jake asked.
“Dunno. I guess maybe Mom cursed us or something,” I chuckled.
“Yeah… I noticed she took out the ouija board when we were sent upstairs last night,” he giggled.
This made me giggle too, and I realized this was actually the first time in months that we had a normal conversation. Although ‘normal’ was quite a stretch, considering the situation we were in.
We were quiet for a moment when Jake asked, “What do we do now?”
“I don’t know. Thank god it’s a Sunday, and we don’t have to go to school like this,” I said and laughed at Jake’s scrunched-up face.
“We need to find a way to turn this around,” Jake said, and that sly smile returned, “although I like how these feel.”
He grabbed his boobs again and smiled wickedly at me. I couldn’t help myself and smiled too. My boner had gone down, but watching him grab both boobs and show some cleavage as he did, caused me to feel a stir again. Was I getting hard over myself here?
“I know. But how do we do that? We need to find a way to figure it out. But… we also need to eat…” I said seriously.
Jake had his eyes on my crotch, but he didn’t seem to really be looking. And after a few moments, he softly said, “Yeah… we need to face Mom at some point today.”
“You need to be me, and I need to be you. And we need to make it sound believable too!”
“I think we can make it work. We just need to make sure we keep the time with her to a minimum,” Jake said.
I nodded and said, “And we need to pretend to still be fighting a little.”
“Or…” he said, pausing dramatically, “we tell her we talked and wanna try to stop the fighting.”
I thought about it for a little. I liked the opportunity it gave, so I said, “I like it. Maybe we can try that. Good idea, J!”
This brought a smile to his face, and he said, “But now what? We stay in our rooms? Go downstairs? Grab the ouija board?”
“We need to eat…” I repeated and smiled.
“Right…” he said insecurely, “but… uhm… what do I wear? I can’t go downstairs dressed like this.”
This made me laugh, and I said, “Damn right, you can’t! I’ll help you out. It isn’t like I haven’t seen it before…”
This caused Jake to laugh, and for the first time since I woke up, I felt a little more at ease with the situation. It was still fucked up as hell, but at least we were in this together.
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