Spin the Bottle

Tim watched as the older women looked at him in disbelief while the younger women giggled. It was true, Spin the Bottle wasn’t the most sophisticated game for adults to be playing, but seeing how he had missed out on all romantic encounters in his youth thanks to Destiny and Luck, he felt like he was owed a round. And besides, he was sure the women were still unsettled by their list-filled episode, and a little bit of simple fun could help them feel better.

Grabbing an empty wine bottle, Tim moved to the centre of the room. He was getting more used to how his transformed body moved each day, a process he was sure would have gone quicker had it not continued to change. It had been bad enough learning to wear women’s clothes and makeup, but losing his height, his waist, and growing boobs, had all thrown him for a loop. Still, he enjoyed the attention that his body got him, both from his girlfriends and from strangers. Having never been wanted before, Tim revelled in his new attractiveness.

“Can you help me with the coffee table?” Tim asked Tabby in his feminine voice, “We’ll need the room.”

Before Justice swapped his size for the slight frame he now had, he would have easily moved the table himself. Now, balanced on high heels, barely clothed in his bunny outfit, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to lift it alone without stumbling. His sister was happy to help, although she held a confused look on her face. It took Tim a second, but then he realized that she was wondering if she should leave. She wasn’t, after all, part of their group.

“Thanks,” Tim said as they placed the table down against the wall. The other women had begun kneeling down on the floor around the bottle that Tim had placed. He looked from them to Tabby. She was a beautiful woman, something he had never really appreciated. In his stomach he could feel butterflies as he stared at her.

Why the hell would he feel like that?! Sure, he was with his mother, but that was because the universe had been adjusted to not only accept the relationship, but encourage it. But his sister? Was he turning into some sort of sick pervert?!

“Maybe you should…” he began.

“Yeah,” Tabby answered, blushing, staring at the floor, “I’ll see you in the morning. Have fun!”

And in a flash she was gone. He would have to put some thought into that situation later.

“So?” Tim said, shaking off the encounter and making his way to the circle of lovers, “who would like to go first?”