Ask away

He bombarded me with a bunch of different questions about my change. If I'd done it before, if I wanted it kept a secret, how do the pills work, on and on. I answered as best I could. That I'd been curious for a while and wanted to try it but just didn't have enough free time. That I'd prefer if he didn't tell anyone and how the reversal pill worked. How I'm not sure how long I'll stay like this and just sort of going with the flow. Then we started on the topic of my new body, asking what size my boobs were and making a few jokes about my new height.

"I guess you're not my big "brother" anymore, huh?"

"Hey! I mean, yeah fair call, but still…"

While it has always been a bit of a joke between us about the height difference I knew that he had some confidence issues around not being that magical 6' tall that everyone seems to care about.

"So how tall are you now, "little sis"?"

"Ha fucking ha. Only 5'3'' now."

"Well you're not that much shorter than me"

He gets a sad look on his face. Dammit, I knew I should have steered the conversation to something else. He use to always get teased about his height before he went through puberty and even now some of his friends are really dicks to him.

"Not that much?! That's seven inches! That's huge!"

He seems to pause for a second. "You think seven inches is huge?"

"Of course. It's massive!"

He seemed to shift in his seat at that comment. Even now he's not making eye contact with me. Must still be feeling bad about his height. Gotta keep going.

"And that not even talking about all that muscle you've got on you. All that working out is really showing. I mean look at my little skinny arms. So really, that a strong muscley seven inches you've got on me."

I hold up my little feminine arms and try to tense them like a strong man to make him laugh but as I look back he looks all flustered and shifting in his chair. Shit, I didn't know how bad his self-esteem issues were.

What I didn't know is that after watching my ass bouncing up and down in the kitchen he'd come in here to try and "calm down". When I walked in with the drink he thought I had caught him "adjusting" himself and was trying not to make eye contact with me. That our discussion about the pill had given him a bit of time to cool off but hearing a girl, even one that he knows on some level is his brother, talk about "how big seven inches is", which also happens to be the size of his dick, got him going again. Having confidences issues and then hearing me talking about him having a "strong muscley seven inches on me" made the image of his strong muscley seven inches resting on the sexy girl in front of him pop into his head. His brain was telling him one thing but after the kitchen and the talk here a different head was telling him something else entirely.

"Excuse me." He said getting up and rushing to the bathroom. I watch as he went and seemed to be adjusting his sweat pants all the way there. I guess he was just busting for a leak. Well, he was busting alright, right out of his pants. And there sure was some leaking but it definitely wasn't urine.