Sleeping in the older son's bed

During dinner, you wonder if you should really try and take the risk of sleeping in the older son's bed. He didn't exactly seem like the most responsible kind of person, and his mom surely hadn't taught him a whole lot about the birds and the bees. On the other hand, your lady bits are safely protected by the pills that you took like clockwork so far, and it won't be long before you're back in your old body.

While everybody was eating, you casually bring the topic back up, "Oh by the way, about the sleeping situation, how about I-"

"-you can sleep in my bed, that's fine," the older son interrupts you with a smirk, apparently really looking forward to some female companionship.

"Err... yeah, gladly, yeah... thanks," you add with a newfound shakiness in your voice. Amberly in the meantime seemed pleased with the way you were getting along so very well with her children. She even asked you if you would like seconds just as you were about to leave the dinner table, which is something you've never been offered back at home. For better or worse, she sure seemed to be a good mother in her own way.

You make a quick trip to the bathroom after feeling some kind of chafing down below. As you strip out of your skirt and take a closer look at your womanhood, you see nothing unusual at first. Only when you dip a finger between the subtle lips do you notice that it seems somewhat dry down there, leading you to believe that it's either related to being in such a stressful situation for most of the day, or because of the hormonal birth control. Either way it's nothing you could change right now, and it surely wasn't something that you care about. Sex is off the table, and if you do feel the urge to play with yourself... well there's always lube. You're a guy. You know how to use lube.

Towards the end of the day, you enter the older son's bedroom and watch him playing the guitar for a while until he's also too tired to go on. Before he gets the wrong idea, you point out "No funny business, I'm a virgin and it's going to stay that way."

"Whoa relax, you're hot but it's not like I'd jump you like a hungry dog. Unless you're into that...?"

"No. Now turn around so I can get changed," you demand and he reluctantly obeys, or at least you believe he does. You switch into a pajama combo consisting of dark pink pants and a cute pink top with a large white peace sign on it, a leftover from Amberly's outfit collection back when she was a little more petite. You decide to keep wearing your sister's crotchless panties considering they're out of view, as a twisted but pleasant reminder of 'home' and your own family.

Before you forget it, you also swallow down another birth control pill, and cleverly also pop out a second one. You briefly ponder where you could place it to make sure that you will not forget it, and then decide to place it on the nightstand, right next to a glass of sparkling water. That way, you can drink it down with a fresh gulp of water first thing in the morning without the risk of forgetting it.

As soon as you slide under the bed covers, you feel a hand on your bum cheek. "Hey!" you object immediately.

"I was just checking out the goods a little. But hey, uhm, can I maybe put just the tip ins-"

"No! What's wrong with you... ?" you ask while staring at him, but of course you knew the answer. Life as a teenager was a bitch, and you definitely remember all the awkward boners. "Stop it," you repeat. Now that you're a girl, you couldn't afford being a crowd pleaser, you needed to think of your own health and safety first.

Those are your last thoughts before you calmly fall asleep.