You do nothing

You observe mesmerized your mother bringing the cup on her lips. You sit immobile, your limbs heavy as stone, your breath being hold while on the countrary your heart is drumming fast. You don't see what Tina is doing, neither you know if Tom noticed your insistent stare, you don't even think about them: you forgot all your previous thoughts and you are **** to watch her. Your mom takes a sip, then frowns as if it tasted too bitter, but in the end she calmly empties the cup, like she's used to. You look at Tina, finding what probably is your own expression: trepidation, anxiety, excitement. What happened? What have you done? Did it work?

-Do you eat that?- Your old body asks you, referring your untouched waffle. He's trying to play it off about before, but you gasp in surprise. Pancake? Your mother just... and he wants yout pancake? Your brother raise an eyebrow waiting for your answer and you spit: -Forget it nerd!-.

You peek at your mom, or so you try, to see her reaction; however, she doesn't seem to have listened to you, since she has turned around in silence.

-Mom?- Tina dares to ask: -Is everything alright?-. She finally looks at you, but you can't read her face, she seems absorbed in her thoughts. You are tempted to break the charade, but she has a sudden jolt.

-Yes, of course. Sorry I, uh, I have to do something upstairs.- Thereby she abruptly leaves, leaving you clueless. You start to suspect that something has gone wrong and that she's still herself. But if this is the case, are you relieved or disappointed?

-Girls, what's going on?- Tom questions, more upset than angry: -Why do you make those faces? First Kim with her boobs thing and now it seems you've seen an alien! Are you up on something?-.

Typical, he's on the defensive, as if everything revolves around him. Well, actually it does. Great, this is Kim thinking.

-Calm down bro, we're fine.- Tina replies sounding casual, then giving you a glance: -Let's just eat, right Kim?-.

-Right.- You nod, you can't do anything at the moment. You wonder if she planned this somehow, but your "sister" is as disoriented as you are: she probably expected a much more sensual reaction. You certainly did.

You manage to eat and drink, althought your stomach is in a knot. You three has finished, but your mom is nowhere to be seen. Maybe she's just cleaning her room, you now think, maybe the coffe killed your slime. Tina, on the other side, must have decided it's time to find out the truth, thus she moves towards the stairs. You panic.

-Wait!- She stops confused, Tom is surprised by your burst too. You don't know what came into you, but you hear yourself saying: -I have a proposal, do you want to play a round of cards?-.

Tina wides her eyes meaning: you serious? You can't disagree with her, but you go on clapping your hands: -Come on, it will be fun! Just the three of us bonding together! Right Tom?- you ask overly enthusiastic, and you know how "bonding" sounded to his ears.

-I-I believe... I mean, didn't you hate playing cards?- Yeah, Kim did, it's Tom that likes that. Moreover, Kim doesn't like to spend her time with her family; so he's right, you should - hold on, it could prove useful after all.

-Yeah, and everyone knows Tina, which is me, is a sucker.- Tina adds, hoping to close the conversion: she will be wondering why you are acting like this, but whatever the reason you don't want to give up.

-I know, whilst Tommy here is an ace. So who can predict how this ends?- You've been too explicit, but Tina gets it.

-I think it's worth a try...- She murmurs, and you sighs with relief. On the other side, Tom now thinks his siters has gone mad. In a way he's not wrong.

-Kim, Tina, you are really weird today. Listen, if something bothers you... you know, tell me, what's siblings are for?- You shoot him a disapproval glimpse, knowing he's currently daydreaming of getting in your pants.

-Oh don't overthink it, just women's stuff.- Tina cuts off opening a drawer to take a deck: -You wouldn't get it. Hurry up and move the dishes.- you both comply and start placing them in the sink. While you're doing so, you study Tom's movements from behind, since you paradoxically haven't paid much attention to him yet. Seeing your body from the outside behaving like you normally would is very estranging. He is 100% Tom, body and mind, but until yesterday you were so: you were that skinny average guy who, like now, stands being a little hunched over, who is too proud to wear glasses and who certaintly never saw a real pussy, like the one laying under your shorts. The one he's eager for. You wonder. If you put your hand on his shoulder right now, if he turned around, and if you kissed him; what would that mean? Would he react like you would, and would you get along? Would you stroke his tent through the fabric, then kneel on the floor, unzip his jeans and...

While you were fantasizing you stepped towards him, but in this moment he turns around to go back to the table, so you almost collide; only Tom's reflexes allow him to raise his hands and catch your arms, holding you steady. You flinch and make eye contact. You realize three facts: that you're shorter than before; that your hands are warmer if you feel them from the outside; and that your biceps aren't that disappointing.

-I, uh, sorry.- He stammers after a few seconds, quickly surpassing you. You are amazed by his reaction. You saw it in his face, you have power on him. He craves for you. He drools for you. You smile. He needs you. You look at Tina who now displays your same mischievous grin. She's aware too. You are goddesses to him.

You finally sit down next to her, feeling intoxicated by your flattery.