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Realizing you were topless (in front of your own father!), you tried your best to cover your D-cup breasts.

"Tilda, why are you holding your chest like that?" your dad asked, confused. "It's weird. And it's too early for weirdness. I need to start the coffee maker," he said, heading into the kitchen. Tilda must have been your name in this new reality.

You dropped your hands to your side, and followed your dad into the kitchen. "So you, uh, don't notice anything odd about me right now?" you asked, testing out a theory.

Your dad turned around and looked at you, then shrugged. "Should I?"

You stared at him. Your breasts were just hanging out for all to see. But your dad acted like it was completely normal.

But then your dad zeroed in on your jeans and sniffed. "Are those dirty?" he asked. "Tilda, I think you're old enough by now to know how to wash your own clothing. Girls can do it, you know. It's not primarily the job of a father to do those sorts of things." He then turned back around and got the coffee maker going.

"Uh, sure ... Dad." That was weird. Usually, it was your mom who admonished you for wearing dirty clothes. But you supposed that since gender roles were reversed, now it was your father who did a lot of the housework and cared too much about it when something (like your laundry) wasn't done.

Momentarily forgetting the weirdness of the situation, you suddenly remembered how you thought it was strange that your mom and dad were home, when you thought that they should be heading to work.

"Dad, shouldn't you be heading to work?" you asked. Though, was he even the co-manager and co-owner of the hardware store downtown anymore? Maybe he had your mom's job now, as a secretary for a major law firm. Or maybe he had a completely different job altogether.

"Tilda, today is Saturday. Remember?"

You felt so stupid. Of course. Your mom and dad normally got the weekend off. How could you forget what day it was? That's what you got for not having a job. Without a routine, the days kind of blurred into each other.

"Maybe I need some more sleep," you said. "I'm gonna head back to my room."

"Good idea, honey," your dad said. "Maybe when you're there, you can gather all your dirty clothes and put them in the hamper."

"Oh, yeah. Okay," you said, as you picked up the genie lamp, before heading back to your room.

Once there, you saw that your bedroom was largely kind of the same. The furniture looked about the same, and the layout of the room. Checking your closet and drawers, you saw that you still had all the same clothing, just resized to fit your female body. Something that definitely looked different, however, were the several posters you had on your walls. One should have been a hot busty blond woman in a sexy red two-piece bikini, lying on a beach. Now, there was an attractive man in her place, wearing the same exact bikini (even though there was no need to cover his chest like that). His hair was long and blond, his body was hairless, and he was wearing make-up. There were some movie posters too, except the genders were reversed, with the men dressing like women and the women dressing like men (for example, Angelina Jolie trying to look like a man, or Gerard Butler trying to look like a woman). It was really weird. Weirder, though, was that you found yourself attracted to the guys. You were female now, and apparently still straight, so now you liked men. But having memories of liking girls, it all felt so strange. Piling on top of that the fact that the gender roles of the world had reversed, made this just bizarre.

But despite all that, you found yourself to be kind of curious to see what this world was like. So, for the moment, you decided to explore a little.