Calling Tim

Three days goes by unevenly. You mostly spend your time getting used to girl clothes, makeup, talking in a feminine way and, at night, sucking the dildo which was molded from your Vincent's cock. You try not to think too much about what your sister must have previously done with it.

But on the fourth day, your dad walks in the room pretty early.

"Sarah, bad news. We.. We need you to do something this morning. Tim has been trying to reach out and talk to you. You'll have to talk to him for her. We were hoping you'd have more time... Thankfully, he hasn't met your sister in a while and we told him she was sick, so any differences in your voices might not be noticed."

You gulp. That is a lot to ask for.

Your dad hands you the house phone along with Tim's number. You breath in and take a minute to focus, before slowly dialing the number.

"Hey, Sarah? How are you? You doing better?"

"Uhmm yeah, thank you. Doing better now." You say, hoping to keep this short.

"How was the trip to Vegas? Shame you got sick there."

"Oh.... it was great! Lots of shows and fancy things. Good food. Didn't lose too much in gambling..." As you hope he won't ask much more, he not only destroys your hopes, but surprises you even more. "So, did you hire any prostitute?" He asks, laughing.

"W-What?!"

"I'm just joking Sarah, don't worry. I probably don't want to know anyway haha. Anyway, I just wanted to speak to you a bit. We haven't talked in a while, even less seen each others. Just making sure you still love me and want to get married, and that you haven't met someone else."

You stay silent for a second. At the mention of "someone else", you immediately think of Vincent. Does he count? Do you love him? Even if you do, it's not like you're the one marrying Tim after all, right? That will be your sister...