Off to the mall you go after you find your sister has a credit and debit card

Shaking yourself you remind try remind yourself that this is probably just a dream so you'd better do what you're going to do fast. Even if it isn't a dream it might end without warning.

Now that you've got a bit better grip on yourself you decide that tonight you're going to make Mark's every fantasy come true. Well, unless it's too disgusting for you to go through with it. Or you're back in your original body.

You give yourself another shake, marvelling at how easily distracted Sue is and grab her purse. Fishing around inside you find a nice pink wallet and flip it open.

"What's with her and pink? I know she's a girl, but still... Oh ick, would you look at that? She must be the only person in the world to take a perfect driver's license photo. Another reason to hate the cunt."

You, of course, didn't have a driver's license on which to have a photo. Your parents lame excuse was that Sue was the elder, so she should get hers first. The fact that you she was elder by nine minutes meant nothing to them. After that brilliant excuse came the one that paying for her insurance was going to be too expensive for them to afford yours.

"Fucking bitch," you mutter, remembering. The sight of her debit card distracts you, though not as much as the sight of a credit card. "She has a fucking credit card?"

For a long moment you're speechless with rage, staring down at yet another sign of parental favor. Then a cold smile crosses your face. Now that you're her, for however long that will last, you might as well enjoy her benefits.

Tossing the wallet and purse on the bed you make a quick selection of clothes, namely a frayed pair of tight jean shorts and a short off-the-shoulder cropped top. It hangs loosely halfway between your tits and belly-button. With you being unable to bring yourself to wear a bra it makes your male mind wild with the knowledge that someone could look up and see your bare underboobs if they were below you.

Twisting in front of the mirror shows that those many frayed patches in the bum would allow access to your bare butt if anyone were to stick their finger in, but it wouldn't be obvious. Well, maybe at close range it would.

Shrugging you look at the make-up display, but decide to simply brush your hair, apply a pink lipstick, and see if you can get some make-up saleswoman to give you a make-over.

Ready at last you slip on a pair of low-heel sandals and set out for the mall, which fortunately is within walking distance.