Jaime (22 year old Goth with a side shave, black hair, and a number of piercings and tattoos. Jaime is the consummate middle child. Translesbian path)

Opening up the door to Jaime’s room felt wrong to DJ, even more wrong than going into his mother’s would. Yet still, some part of him wanted to come in here. Some part of him knew that this choice would change the way the story played out. The room was pitch black, the blackout curtains Jaime had installed herself working perfectly. Flicking the light on, he got a look at the room he had not been inside in years.

‘Yeah, this branch is way different. And more fun if I do say so myself!’ The voice in his mind gave him chills as it popped up.

DJ froze, already a full step into his sister’s bedroom. Standing there naked, he had a sudden fear that he had tripped some sort of spell or ancient curse by coming inside. Jaime had threatened him with that many times in his youth.

‘Nah, she’s not a witch. It is just me. I’m PK. And I’m here to make you fulfill your promise. And really cause I don’t wanna go through the whole, what promise, this promise nonsense, I’m just gonna do some exposition. Ok? Ok. So you made a wish last night to your friend Jason. A wish you basically didn’t mean. Which means that you broke your implied promise to him. So I am here to make you fulfill that promise. So now you are gonna become that date to prom for him.’ The words spilled into his mind rapidly. The feminine lilt of the spirit inside of him was soothing even as it laid out a future that he had no interest in.

‘Now, this whole path comes with some extra fun stuff. Cause you may not know it, but Jason has a wish he needs to keep too. So we are gonna make this fair. You both are gonna be each other’s dates. I’m not gonna clarify that, you can’t make me. The author can, but well, fuck them.’ The author? DJ’s mind couldn’t quite wrap around that, so he moved on. There was already so much weirdness inside his mind that he was afraid of getting caught on one thing.

Now, as PK explained things, and as DJ did his best to understand. Failing completely by the way. DJ’s body had been on a mission of its own. Padding across the black carpeted floor, it had stepped up to the set of drawers that one would assume Jaime kept her unmentionables in. Opening up the top drawer, it slipped out a pair of underwear.

About this time, DJ became aware of the situation. “A thong, fuck wait. I’m gonna be his big tiddy goth gf? Fuck me man.” His legs found the holes in the panties and his body began to pull them up.

‘That is a distinct probability. Although nowhere near as guaranteed as other branches.’ Again, DJ skipped over the terms that PK kept dropping that made no sense at all.

“Wait, really? Jason is gonna fuck me?” DJ’s body walked over to his sister’s vanity and sat down, the thin string of the thong settling deep between his cheeks.

‘I said maybe. Now, shhh, let me work. I have to do more than the rest did. Fucking side shave? Really? Couldn’t just be a wig or something.’ With even more nonsense slipping from the annoyed spirit, DJ watched in the mirror as his hands went to work. It was disconcerting to sit there and watch the makeover happen in real time. Kind of like watching a youtube video, but being able to feel it as well. Shuddering, DJ thought that perhaps it was good AR and VR weren’t as far along as some people would have liked.

It took almost 45 minutes, but at the end DJ was stunned by his transformation. The last part was the most surprising, as the piercings slipped into his body with no pain at all.

‘See, I’m good for more than bad jokes.’ PK quipped while standing DJ up and walking over to his sister’s bed. Forcing his eyes down to the prosthetic that sat there, she spoke up again. ‘Look, the author knows they should have done this in the previous chapter so they didn’t have to repeat it four times, but it is their first time with branches ok?’

DJ’s hands reached out to pick up the large D cup breastplate and began to pull it on over his head like a tight t-shirt. “Who the fuck is the author? And why do you keep talking about them?” As the breasts settled into place, DJ couldn’t help himself, he reached out to touch one of the large nipples. The rush of pleasure that ran through him almost made his knees buckle.

‘We don’t have time for you to play with yourself, ok? Look, the author is my boss. Which makes them your boss. I’m high enough in the corporation that I can talk shit. You are basically an intern. So really just ignore me when I talk about them. It really isn’t for you. Honestly it isn’t for the rest of the audience either, they just wanna be like Deadpool or something.’

DJ nodded along as he listened. He wanted to think the voice inside of his head was insane, but he realized just how stupid that line of thinking really was. Deciding that he would follow the spirits advice for now, he moved to his next question. “So what now? I’m guessing clothes? Fuck, I’m hoping clothes?”

‘Well, sorta, first more makeup, kinda.’ PK sent DJ’s body back to the vanity and sat it down. Pulling out the nail kit that Kenzie had gotten Jaime last christmas, DJ’s body went to town and began to layer on a new set of matte black coffin tipped acrylic nails.

During the long process, DJ sat there and thought through all the tidbits of information that PK seemed to have thrown at him. One thing caught in his mind. “Hey, you said we would be each other’s dates. That kinda implies that he is going through the same thing right now?”

‘Yeah, but we won’t see it till you get to school. Plus, each one will be different per branch. Don’t get too hung up on it ok? We have a bunch more to do. And I need to ask you an important question.’ PK waited for a moment so there was enough of a gravitas to the question and spoke again. ‘If you were gonna pick, what would your position in the relationship be?’