No, you didn’t read the instructions, the nearest female is enchanted - your older sister.

The next morning, you hit the snooze button twice before you drag yourself out of bed. You shuffle into the bathroom to shower. You only have time to scrub your face, armpits and crotch. You dry off quickly and pull on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. You rush down to the kitchen to grab an apple from the fridge and a granola bar to eat on the bus. As you’re heading out of the kitchen, you almost run into your sister Abbie coming in.

Your sister, Abbie Harris, is an athletic, busty, 21-year-old brunette, with a cute, girl-next-door face. She’s living at home, attending the local community college to study business administration, and working part time in a coffee shop to help your mom with expenses. She’s wearing a tee shirt that she slept in. It doesn’t quite cover up her pale blue panties, and the outline of her nipples are clearly outlined under the thin cotton of the tee. “Hey!” she blurts out. “Watch where you’re going, dork.” She laughs. Her hand presses against your chest, to keep you from colliding with her.

“You’re gonna miss the bus. Sleep in again? Or were you too busy **** the chicken this morning to notice the time?” She teases. She licks her lips. “Someday, you’re gonna have to find a girl who’ll take care of that for you, so you don’t spend all your time hogging the shower.” Her hand hasn’t moved from your chest, and it strokes up and down slowly. Her voice drops and becomes more suggestive. “I know you don’t have the balls to start talking to a girl, but can’t understand why some girl hasn’t just grabbed you and jumped your lanky bones.” She chuckles throatily. You’re used to the teasing from your more popular sister, but today she seems different. She’s never been touchy-feely with you, and usually claims that no girl would ever have anything to do with you, saying that they don’t like silent, blushing beanpoles.

She notices that you’ve got an apple and granola bar. “You know, mom would have a fit if she thought you were skipping a real breakfast.” She says, leaning in a little closer to you. She inhales deeply. Was she sighing, or was she smelling you? “I can give you a ride to school and we’ll grab a breakfast sandwich on the way.” This is definitely strange behavior. Abbie is a good sister, but she doesn’t usually go out of her way to help you out, especially this early. She’s a night owl and likes to lounge around in the morning. You don’t remember her ever offering to buy you breakfast.