Jessica, his little sister

Luke sat on the laundry room floor, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He thought about his little sister, Jessica, with her wide-eyed innocence and unwavering trust in him. She was always the cutest in the family, her laughter infectious and her energy boundless. She loved playing with her Barbie dolls and practicing her ballet, always dreaming of having a twin sister to share her games with.

He stood up, leaving the laundry room behind, and made his way upstairs to Jessica's room. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear the soft hum of her voice as she played with her Barbies. He pushed the door open, and Jessica looked up, her face breaking into a wide grin when she saw him.

"Luke!" she exclaimed, jumping up and running to him. She hugged him tightly, her small body pressing against his. He hugged her back, feeling a warmth spread through him.

"Jess, I have something to tell you," he said, his voice soft. He sat down on her bed, and she climbed up next to him, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke took a deep breath and told her about his power, about the transformations. Jessica's eyes grew wider and wider as he spoke, her mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise.

"So, you can be anyone?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Luke nodded. "Yes, but only if I wear their clothes."

Jessica's face lit up, and she jumped off the bed, running to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of pink Barbie panties, a pink frock, and a hair clip. She turned to him, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I always wanted to play dolls with a twin sister," she said, her voice filled with longing. "Can you be my twin sister, Luke? Please?"

Luke smiled, his heart melting at the sight of her excitement. He loved Jessica more than anything, and if this made her happy, he was more than willing to do it.

"Okay, Jess," he said, standing up. He began to undress, his heart pounding with anticipation. Jessica watched him, her eyes wide with curiosity. He stripped down to his boxers, then hesitated, looking at Jessica. She nodded encouragingly, and he slipped off his boxers, standing naked in front of her.

Jessica handed him the panties, and he slipped them on. They were small and tight, the fabric soft and smooth against his skin. He felt a warmth spread through his hips, and he watched as his body morphed, his hips widening, his waist narrowing. He slipped on the frock, the fabric soft and silky, the skirt swishing around his legs. He clipped the hair clip into his hair, feeling the strands grow longer, softer, turning a light shade of brown.

He looked down at himself, his heart pounding. He was Jessica, or at least, a version of her. He took a tentative step, the heels of Jessica's ballet shoes clicking on the floor. He spun around, the skirt of the frock flaring out, and Jessica clapped her hands, her eyes shining with delight.

"You look just like me!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her dollhouse. "Come on, let's play!"

Luke followed her, his heart filled with warmth. He sat down next to her, his legs folding beneath him, the fabric of the frock rustling softly. Jessica handed him a Barbie, and he took it, his small hands wrapping around the doll. He looked at Jessica, her face glowing with happiness, and he knew he had made the right decision.

They played for hours, their laughter filling the room. Luke mimicked Jessica's every move, his body small and light, his movements graceful and fluid. He felt a sense of freedom, a sense of joy he had never experienced before. He was no longer Luke, the overlooked, the unremarkable. He was Jessica, the beloved, the cherished. And it felt wonderful.

{What do you do next?}