Zayne Whittaker

Sarah Whitaker was a nice girl. Her room was extremely tidy with pink walls, white floral curtains adorned with fairy lights, and her bed was made with 7 pillows. She had framed imagery of various flowers and sunsets throughout her bedroom. She flossed almost every night. Her favorite movie was Tangled, and she had the Rapunzel funko pop figure sitting on her desk, a gift from her brother. She went to Church as a teenager, though she hadn't been in years. She had all As and Bs in college and was close to graduating - there was only one year left!

Today was Thursday, the second Thursday of the school year, and she was ready. She was dressed in a pair of dark blue denim shorts that ended around her mid thigh; she looked herself over in the mirror.

‘I love these shorts,’ she thought. ‘I like how they make my butt look.’

She was also wearing a red tank top, and just over that a white/red plaid blouse that had short sleeves and was meant to be left unbuttoned. She left her brown hair down today as she finished putting on her white low-top Chuck Taylor style sneakers.

At 22, Sarah actually felt pretty good about how her body looked - she wasn't chubby at all, but she wasn't the kind of girl who felt compelled to work out all the time either. She did swim fairly regularly, but that was it. She had breasts that were big enough that she could get attention from them when she wanted, but small enough they never caused her any pain. She was averagely thin, and her lack of curves made her hourglass figure difficult to notice.

Leaving her room, she called out to her brother,

“ZAYNE, hurry up! We're going to be late for class!"

“I don't have any classes until after lunch!” He yelled back.

That fact didn't erase the practicality of carpooling.

As he finally made his way to the living room his sister was visibly frustrated, even if she was used to Zayne’s lackadaisical approach to life.

“I'm coming, I'm coming, chill out.” Zayne slapped his sister's rear as they gathered up their school supplies for today, a gesture that he'd picked up from their late father, but one that still made his sister roll her eyes at him.

Zayne was wearing blue jeans, flip flops, and a graphic t-shirt with a symbol from one comic book or another, with an army green backpack slung over one shoulder. Zayne was only 19, going into his second year of undergrad. He was only slightly chunky, but he could often be found snacking on junk food, and he didn't work out at all. His hair was slightly tousled, barely noticeable based on how short he kept his hair, but because it was noticeable, it was a sign a haircut would be coming soon.

His favorite movie was Ghostbusters, and he could often be found in front of a screen, playing games, watching movies, or scrolling on reddit. Outside of that, you might find reading a comic book, but left to his own devices, anything else would be a surprise.

Both siblings lived at home with their mother, Elaine. But she was away on business this week.

“We taking your car today?” Zayne inquired, fairly certain of the answer.

“You drove yesterday, so yes,” Sarah responded as if it were obvious.

As he got into the passenger seat of Sarah's sedan, he attempted to change the radio station when Sarah slapped his hand away. She had already connected her phone to her car’s Bluetooth and was playing the latest Taylor Swift album.

Zayne rode in silence most of the way. His day, just like last Thursday, would consist of sitting in the library for two hours before the first of his two classes that day started, then going home. Sarah had 3 classes today, and would finish 30 minutes before him.

‘Oh, good the window desk is free’ Zayne thought as he settled in to wait for his classes; he took a pain killer to stave off a mild pounding in his head before opening up his phone to re-watch a superhero movie he’d already seen at least 3 times. From his vantage point, he could see his sister meet up with her longtime friends Mandy and Kylie, as they made their way to a shared class.

‘Why does Sarah have to have such hot friends’ he wondered.

Kylie’s brother, Paul, was Zayne’s own best friend, and was in Zayne’s first class today. Paul was a bit nerdier than Zayne was, rail thin with his hair combed to a perfect side part, Paul was declared math major intending to get into robotics, and his presence was the reason Zayne was able to pass his various high school math classes. Today though they shared a history class.

The class itself today was mildly interesting, or it would've been had Zayne’s head not been throbbing. He suffered through it, but barely got any class notes written down today. He dreaded having to re-read the textbook for today’s lesson, which only hurt his mood.

‘Maybe Paul will share his notes with me.’

The last class dragged on for Zayne, and by the time he arrived back at Sarah’s car, he was quite eager to get home.

“Drive please,” he pleaded to his sister. “I've got a killer headache. I feel like I'm dying.”

“It can't be that bad,” she said, “but you don't look so great either. Let me know if I need to pull over.”

Sarah had her share of bad days, so she sympathized with her brother. At home, he went straight to his room and she gave him a little over an hour to before making her way to his room to ask about dinner.

His door wasn’t completely shut, and when she pushed it open, the only light in the room came from his computer screen.

“You feelin’ hungry at all, Zayne?” She asked tentatively, not knowing if he was back to his usual self.

But the only answer she got was a grunt as Zayne rolled away from her.

“Well fine then,” and she left him alone.

As Sarah left to find dinner for herself, Zayne tossed and turned. He was pretty sure he had a fever, as he couldn’t stop shivering even under a heavy comforter. He woke sporadically and often as he fought for a decent rest.

Around 2:45 am was one such fit of awakening. This time he was covered in sweat and his mouth was dry with dehydration, so he threw off his blanket and made his way to the kitchen for a drink. Zayne typically slept in the nude and had discarded his clothes shortly after returning home from school; due to a combination of the time of night, his mother's absence, and a higher-than-normal apathy toward modesty because of how he felt, nude is how he traversed through the house that night.

He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, opened it, leaned against the kitchen counter to relax his body some, and started drinking, gulping thirstily trying to regain the water he lost through his night sweats.

‘Well that worked.’ He thought. ‘Just a bottle of water and like that my head stops hurting.’

Trying to shake off his fatigue, he made his way to the hall bathroom to relieve himself, then stopped at Sarah’s bedroom before going to his own. Her door was cracked, not completely closed, and he stood and listened for a moment, wanting to be sure he hadn’t woken her. He wasn’t ashamed of his nudity, but it wasn’t something the siblings had ever discussed, and they hadn’t bathed together since he was three years old.

‘I wonder if she sleeps naked too,’ He wondered briefly, which caused his penis to twitch. ‘I probably shouldn't wonder that,’ and continued back to his own room.

As his head hit his pillow again, his bedside clock now showing 03:10, he was overcome with exhaustion as he wrapped himself back in his comforter, closed his eyes, and was finally able to succumb to the slumber he had previously desired.

It was 7:15 am when Sarah’s alarm woke her up. She stirred reluctantly, having had a rough night’s sleep worrying about her brother. She had seen him sick before, but never wiped out like that just from a headache.

‘I hope Zayne’s ok this morning and last night wasn't just previews.’ There was a feeling in her gut that she just couldn’t shake. She remembered hearing him get up in the middle of the night, but she wasn’t conscious long enough to get out of bed or see how he was doing.

But now it was morning, time to start the day. She pulled back her blankets, moved the plushies she slept with back to their spot on the shelf above her bed, and made her way to the kitchen for some breakfast. Unlike her brother, whose sleeping habits she had guessed based on the piles of clothing on the floor on mornings she had entered his room to wake him, she was wearing a set of blue pajama shorts and a gray tank top.

As she finished her breakfast, she cleaned up after herself and set about to check on her brother. She walked down the hallway past her own room to his door, which he had apparently left wide open after getting up in the middle of the night.

“Zayne?” She asked, not sure if he was awake or not. He was, as she was met with a grunt and movement and he rolled toward her this time, she could see his face now.

“Mornin,” he forced out with a groan as he adjusted the comforter to free his arms but kept his nude body hidden.

“How are you feeling?” Sarah asked as she sat down near the center of the bed’s edge.

Zayne took a couple deep breaths as he assessed himself and prepared his answer, “I think I’m ok. My head doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m just tired. I think I’m skipping classes today.”

Sarah looked concerned at his statement, “Don’t get into a habit of just skipping class when you don’t feel like it. I heard you get up last night, did you throw up?”

“No,” Zayne responded, as he shifted in bed wondering if she saw him too. “I just woke up in a cold sweat and dehydrated. I think I had a fever at one point. But I got up to get water, then came right back to bed.”

Sarah leaned forward and put her hand on Zayne’s forehead in a very nurturing manner.

“Well, you don’t feel feverish now…” Sarah trailed off and caught her breath as her hand started to feel warm; it wasn’t a burning heat, just a sudden noticeable increase in temperature that quickly moved up her arm and into her head. She stood up quickly, and just as fast braced herself against the foot of the bed as her head filled with dizziness, and the warmth spread downward to her lungs and heart, and to her breasts? It didn’t stop, as the warmth enveloped her further, she felt it in her legs, her crotch, and her butt - she was confused about the intensity in certain places.

As her head seemed to settle, a glow seemed to spike from the places she had felt the warmth and then in a quick flash of light, like a camera going off, the light jumped out of Sarah and converged in front of her on top of Zayne’s bed. It took a shape that quickly looked familiar as color and opacity replaced glow.

Sarah looked on, mouth agape, as she was looking upon a girl that formed from the light right in front of her. No, not just a girl.

“Sarah?” Zayne asked, as shocked as Sarah was. “There’s two of you?”

Sarah was too shocked to speak as she was confirming that the girl who just appeared looked just like her, though with one major difference: the new girl was completely naked.