It was so obvious

You sit and begin eating your delicious breakfast. Your mother continues puttering around the kitchen, tidying up and cleaning. She cheerily chats with you as she does so. You notice that she is talking to you differently now, she is much more deferential to you. She is asking your opinions on things then agreeing with them. It isn't the tone of a mother to her son but the tone of an old fashioned housewife to her head of the household husband. You put up a test balloon.

"I want your special lasagna for dinner tonight, and don't put any of that gross spinach in it this time." You knew this dish took time, the sauce part in particular, and that she rarely made it due to the effort. You also knew the spinach was her favorite part of it.

"Yes dear." She answers without skipping a beat. "Maybe I'll pick up a nice wine to go with it. Or would you prefer beer Jesse?"

"Either is fine." You respond. She nods happily.

You had her wrapped around your little finger, she was your very own Stepford wife! You weren't sure why, maybe something cracked inside her last night when you fucked her so well, but she really was yours now. In more ways than one. Being a single mom for so many years and having to hide her true sexual nature must have been quite a burden for her, having a "real man" in her life seemed to have triggered something inside her.

This was great!

Wasn't it?

Something bothered you as you ate, something that gave a bitter sour taste to your meal.

What the hell was up with Elsie? She knew Aunt Peg had done her thing to you but she didn't even ask about it. She didn't ask to see if you were doing okay or anything. She didn't seem to be happy for you at all. And that look she gave you this morning, like you were a big pile of turd stinking up the kitchen. Couldn't she just be happy for you? Was she jealous of your new penis? Was she upset to be smallest again? The more you thought about it the less hungry you were. In the ups and downs of life Elsie had been your rock, the one person you could rely on and open up to. Now she decides to start acting weird? Now, during your big change? Didn't she care what you were going through right now?

Your mother notices you picking at the food. "Is something wrong with it dear? Do you want something else?" She asks, concerned she did something wrong.

"No no. It's great Mom." You assure her. "It's just...what's up with Elsie?"

Your mother's expression goes dour for a moment. "Oh...her." She gives you a long look. "I wouldn't worry Jesse. She's young and silly and overemotional. She gets funny ideas in her head." And she sighs and rolls her eyes. "And those video games and cartoons she watches, rots her brain. But...she's still a girl I suppose, not a woman like me." She gives you a lascivious wink.

You drop your fork onto the plate. "I should go talk to her." You say.

Your mother smiles. "Oh! Would you? You are such a wonderful big brother to her Jesse, we're all so lucky to have you." She leans over and kisses your cheek.

You get up from the table and slowly make your way to your little sister. Your mind was abuzz. Elsie had gone all weird the other night. Was it because she liked the old you? Why would she care? Wait. That must be it! She actually wanted to have sex with you and never said anything. Now she was grumpy because it was too big and she liked it smaller. You never thought about Elsie in that way before, she was your best friend and confidant. As you began to think about Elsie in a romantic way for the first time ever you feel a small flutter in your heart. A tiny spark of...joy. You ignore it.

Why didn't she say anything? If she wanted sex why not just ask? And even if she did like the old you, why not be happy for you now? Now that you were so happy! You punch the wall. Didn't she know how happy you were now! Talk about selfish. Maybe you'd go up there and give her a good fucking like she wanted. Hold her down like you did Mom and give her what she wants. You had been planning to dedicate today to getting back at Fiona, but if Elsie wanted it...