Tim woke up in Beverly's body

The last thing that Tim remembered, was that he fell asleep during the flight. He couldn't bare the thoughts of watching his sister, in his girlfriend's body, flirting with strangers and there was nothing he could do about it. Even if he tried anything, Beverly might ruin both him and Stacy's reputation. And at worst, her own virginity.

Then he woke up in the familiar ceiling. Tim instantly recognized he was in his sister room.

But how? I was at the plane and then-

A knock came from the door outside of his sister room.

"Beverly wake up, sweeties. It's noon already!" He heard his mom voice called out as her footsteps slowly headed toward the kitchen downstairs.

He stepped out of bed and immediately realized his view was shorter than her remembered. Also, there was something strange about his posture and weight proportion. His chest area seemed to feel heavier than he remembered, and his ass seemed bigger than he imagined.

"Wha- ahem, " His voice came out high-pitched, "Why is my voice- ahem ahem".

He cough a few times as if it would bring his voice lower down like normal. It did not. If anything, it only make his throat dried more.

He walked toward the large mirror opposite from the bed. The figure appeared was not of himself, but of his sister - Beverly. He placed his right hand on the mirror, the figure did exactly the same. Beverly's face reflection seemed shocked and her eyes quickly looked down toward the rest of her body.

For several seconds he simply stared.

The girl in the mirror - Beverly - stared back with the same stunned expression, lips slightly parted, dark eyeliner framing wide eyes. A few strands of messy black hair hung over her face, dyed unevenly with faint purple streaks that caught the light from the window.

Tim slowly pulled his hand away from the mirror. The reflection did the same. His heart started pounding.

“No… no, no, no…” he muttered, the high voice making the panic sound even stranger to his own ears.

He looked down. The oversized sleep shirt Beverly wore hung loosely over her shoulders, as well as nothing but a black panties, which had the printed Teddy image, down below. Tim could remember her sister had punched him in the face when he first discovered it during laundry duty day. There was no mistaking the body underneath it. He was somehow, currently in his younger sister body.

Beverly's proportions were completely different from his own—narrower shoulders, slimmer arms, and that unfamiliar weight in his chest that shifted slightly when he moved. She had pale skin, with thin frame, and her slightly messy hair that she had always insisted looked "better this way".

For a brief moment - purely from the detached perspective of a male - he could admit something strange to himself. If he didn’t know it was Beverly, he might have thought the girl in the mirror looked… kind of cute. But then his eyes landed on the details that instantly ruined that thought.

The piercings.

There were three along the eyebrow. A small ring through the nose. Dark studs along the ear cartilage. Even the black choker around her neck that she practically never took off.

"Seriously?" Tim grimaced. He leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting the metal ring on the side of the nose with visible irritation. "Why would anyone do this to their face?"

The voice came out was unmistakably Beverly's. Even her irritation tone was the same.

Beverly had always leaned hard into that goth aesthetic - dark clothes, heavy makeup, metal accessories everywhere. At family dinners she looked like she had stepped out of some underground concert instead of a normal high school hallway. Tim had never understood it.

He lightly touched the eyebrow piercing, wincing slightly when he felt the cold metal. Then, he tried to imagine the same face without the piercings. Without the dramatic eyeliner. Without the dark lipstick she loved so much. Honestly, she'd look pretty nice.

He ran both hands through Beverly’s hair - his hair now - and began pacing around the room. The memories rushed back. Beverly in Stacy's body. The flirtation his sister had **** onto everyone around them just to embarrass Tim using his own girlfriend's body. Then during flight he fell asleep and woke up here.

Tim looked toward the bedroom door. He had to go now.