She's nowhere to be seen

You wait for a minute, then you check in her room again, then you look inside yours, where your body is going to sleep; finally, you even stop in front of Tina's, not daring to open the door again.

Nothing. Vanished in the air. But it can't be, can it? She must be somewhere!

You go to the bathroom, maybe she's gone there for unknown reasons. Obviously, it turns out to be a vain attempt. You look in the mirror, finding yourself face to face with your older sister's tense pout.

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I've just imagined it." You try to convince yourself.

"After all, I had just finished..." You shudder remembering your exploration of that sexy body inside her room, shivering at the thought that it was only a few minutes ago.

"Kim...".

You touch her, now yours, cheek, that feels so soft and smooth compared to your bearded one. You then brush her dark blonde hair. So long. So mellow. Wasn't it brighter before? Is it because you're in her body now?

-This would mean that... it's not her body anymore... it's mine...-.

You delicately grope her breasts, trembling with pleasure as you feel her nipples hardening and somewhere below getting wet. This lustful expression that is gleaming in her eyes, it can't be hers, it's not your sister's.

"...no... I shouldn't do this now... she may need me." You fight back the impulse of going further. After all, she's still your sister, and you love her, you care for her. But the temptation is really strong.

-Ahh...- A gentle moan leaves your lips when you fail to lower your hands.

"M-Maybe a cold shower will help.".

You undress, trying not to peek down, and turn on the faucet. Instinctively, you pull your hair into a bun, and then you pause for a second in astonishment. You have reacted exactly as your sister would.

"Don't think about it. Just... just get in.".

The freezing water makes you squeak. You're getting goosebumps, and your nipples react by stiffening even more. A thrill shivers down your spine, a thrill of cold mixed with pleasure. You feel the drops trace the shapes of your body, a feminine body, sensitive, hungry for lust.

"Ah!!! No, this is not what...".

But it's too late now. Your manicured, long-nailed fingers have already moved down on your pussy, beginning to rub it promptly. Another womanly moan escapes your control. You bite your lower lip, a rock-hard expression on your face.

-K-Kim... ahh... big sis... I... I... AHH!!!- Your bodies jerks over and you feel a familiar warmness expanding between your legs, soaking your fingers with fluid and taking your breath away.

"Oh my... my God... it feels so wrong but... but it feels so good...".

---

You wake up at an alarm clock that you don't recognize as yours.

-Mmm... why is Taylor Swift...- You groan with a voice that definitely is not yours. You suddenly remember everything: Kim's body, the fugitive goo, the shower. After that, you've gone to her bed hoping that things would settle down when you woke up. Damn, you partly believed that you would wake up from the strangest dream you ever had.

Instead, here you are on your sister's mattress, and not an intruder, because no one could ever imagine it. You get out of the bed and mirror yourself. Even when she wakes up, your sister is stunning. You take off the pajama you've chosen yesterday night and wear an orange tanktop and denim shorts that you know Kim likes a lot. You can't but linger again on your pretty reflection.

"Focus, Tom. I've got to find out if Kim has taken over Tina or my parents." You say to yourself, exiting your sister's room.

"...or my body." You think as "he" walks down the corridor, like every day.

-Hey, Tom!- You call him. He turns around surprised.

-Yeah?-.

-Uh...- Your throat goes dry. Ffffuck, this is weird, "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" weird.

He lifts an eyebrow and you collect yourself: -Nothing, good morning little bro.-.

-Oh.- He stumbles a bit as you would have done if Kim had called you "little bro", which she never does: -Good morning you too.- and he descends the stairs.

Well, if that was Kim, she's a good actress.

You join the rest of your family in the kitchen, where your mom is serving breakfast. Tina was already there, and she diverges her gaze when you enter. You feel yourself blushing, recalling what you've assisted to last night. The mere memory makes you horny again.

-Here you are, honey.- Your mom cordially greets you, giving you your plate of waffles. Kim's, and yours, favorite breakfast, at least a good news.

-You're all red, what's up?- She then asks worried a bit.

-Nothing. Aehm, nothing!- You say more convinced, trying to reproduce Kim's scornful tone. Right at this moment, you see your father passing, already dressed in his business suit and ready to go to work.

-All right gang, see you later.- He announces. Wait, wait, you have to check on him first!

-Bye dad.- Your body says.

-Have a nice day dear!- Your mom adds, smiling at him.

-Just a second!- You jump to your feet, surprising everyone. Too blatant, indeed.

-Ehm... ehm, dad, do you... do you think that Mom is... pretty?-.

Your mother goggles, while your siblings look at you like an alien. This is what happens when you don't make a plan first.

-Well... of course. I've married her, right? Sorry, I really gotta go.- And he leaves. You tepidly sit down, dying of embarrassment. Mom and Tina would think that Kim has gone crazy; plus, you can't decide if he's been evasive or just sincere. If only you just had more time you would have thought about something more effective, damn it!

-Kim, you're a little strange today.- Your body comments. Your mother gives you another worried look. You decide to not answer or say anything, not to aggravate the situation, and silently eat your meal. After breakfast, you want to go to the bathroom, but Tina stops you and calls you aside.

She's nervous, maybe even more than you. For a second you hope she'll confess that she's Kim, but instead she babbles: -L-Listen, I don't know what you've heard or seen last night, but... it was j-just a moment of delirium, I swear!-.

-Oh, ah, y-yes, of course. I mean, it's not like you... ehm...-.

-No, it's not like I... it's not!- She hastens to say, even with too much ardor: -It would be madness, right? Me and you, ahah! Just, just forget it, ok?-.

You nod several times, following her own neurotic movements, before adding: -Yes, yes, absolutely.-.

-Good. Then I'll... I'll go now.- And she leaves in a hurry. Great, now you have to strike off her too. Mom was behaving normally, so it must be dad. Right?

"Or... what if she didn't make it in time? I had the compulsion to enter a body, b-but what if she wasn't fast enough and... and...".

You're quivering in fear at that horrible thought. No, it can't be, it just can't. She must be in dad.

Back in the bathroom, you find your sister's makeup. You open the case and gulp.

"Come on Tom, you can do it. Kim is counting on you!".

When you finally get out, you cross your sister's and your mother's glances. There is a moment of tension where they seem to mean something, but it passes.

"What? It's ok, right? I haven't done a mess, right?".

You stay in this mood all the way in the car, luckily your mother has wanted to drive because you're not sure you would be able to. She first brings Tina to the High School, since she's in the last year, and then you and "Tom" to the local university.

-Hi kids! Be good!-.

"Tom" gives you another ashamed look and moves towards the entrance, but you stop him.

-Wait. My face. It's good, right?- You aks circling your index around your it.

-Uh? Yeah, I mean, you're always... good... with make-up. Ah. I gotta go.- He says, running away with his tail between his legs.

Well, that wasn't very helpful.

---

-Hey Kim!- A crisp voice calls you. You see a girl of your sister's age approaching you and you recognize her as Kim's best friend, Cindy... Hope, if you're not wrong. Oh fuck, you know nothing about her!

-Hi Cindy. How... how are you?- You try to sound casual.

She appears perplexed by your question, but then she chirps out: -Pretty good, thanks!-. Then her smile fades out, and seemingly wants to tell you something, or maybe ask, but she's retaining herself.

-Great. Me too, by the way. Yeah, I'm in a good mood today! And I'm, like, totally open to question or comments... about, I don't know, my makeup for example.-.

-Oh. Then, sorry if I ask you, but do you have my notes? I would need them this afternoon, and so...-.

Her notes... shit, how do you know? But then you remember that Kim usually prepares her bag before dinner, so they must be in there.

-Sure, give me a sec.- You open your bag and rummage in, looking for a notebook that doesn't belong to Kim. But you realize you have no idea which ones are hers and which are not. You give her a panicking look.

-Oh, well, don't worry.- She says, believing that you wanted to apologize for their absence: -I can do otherwise, no problem.-.

-But you've said you needed them.- You comment without thinking, referring to her own words. She looks almost surprised, as if she doesn't expect such a reaction from you.

-Yeah but I can study them tomorrow after all. Just remember about them... if, if you can, I mean.-.

You pause for a second, feeling a certain irritation arise in you. As Tom, you value studying and programming very much, and you can't bear that this girl has to change her plans because of your (or your sister's, for what matters) forgetfulness.

-Listen, I promise I'll bring them to you this afternoon.- You swear, putting one hand on her shoulder.

-Wow. Thank you Kim! You're really kind today! T-That is, as usual, not like yesterday or the day before you were...-.

She's floundering, so you decide to come to her rescue and propose to go to the classroom. She's more than happy to change the subject.

"Wow, I feel really good now. Heh.".

"...but where does she live again?".

---

You have spent two hours trying to understand anything of Kim's lectures, failing miserably, and you are currently taking a break in the hallway when you have a sense of deja vu.

-Kim!-.

You turn around but, this time, you have no idea who this person is. Another girl of her age, dressed in fashion too (you've worn a cute cardigan over your top, she's instead in a pink skirt and jacket) and with perfectly straightened hair. She seems the kind of girl that Kim could hang out with.

-Hey, you.- You greet her.

-Sorry if I bother... ohmygod!- She screeches like an eagle: -Those shoes are amazing! They are new?-.

You slightly lift one foot to check what you've worn. Who knows? You're not sure you haven't seen Kim wear them before, though. Or maybe they were just similar.

-Uh... thank y-

-And I lllllove your cardigan too! You look so peculiar today, you look, I don't know, you must have a secret, what's your secret?-.

-Well-.

-Oh, oh oh I know!- She scampers on the place: -Let's take a selfie!-.

You are still stunned by all the flux of words that has poured on you, but you see no harm in this. She must be one of Kim's friends, you reason.

-Yeah, sure.- She stands by your side, taking you by the opposite shoulder, and you both smile at the camera.

"Ouch!" Something pricks your bum, like a pin.

Click

-Uhm...- You check your shorts, maybe something got stuck while you were walking, but you find nothing.

-Awesome, thank you Kimmy.- The girl chirps out in neglection: -Uh, but look at the hour! See you around...-.

Maybe it's your impression, but her tone has dropped with these last words. However she's right, it's time to go back. As you step back into the classroom, you already feel the weight of the next three hours.

---

-Thank god it's over!- You say a bit loudly, but no one pays attention to you. From the faces of some of your companions, you are not the only one who has entered someone else's body. You grab your backpack and exit, but then you stop. What if you're supposed to meet Cindy or someone else at the end of the lessons? It would make sense, girls do this things.

So you pick up the phone and check the messages. A notification appears immediately, but the name says "Krissy". Krissy, Krissy, you have already heard that name, must be another of Kim's friends.

When you open the message, you frown. It's the screenshot of a social media page with the selfie you took with the other girl. She, now that you check it, is looking particularly good, with an open-mouthed, energetic smile. You, instead, have a more tensed smile, it has evidently caught you at the moment of the mysterious sting. Hold on, wasn't she holding you by the shoulder? Then where is her... manicured, sharpen-nailed hand...

A message pops up:

Didn't you hate Maylene?

And then:

Besides, what's with all that mascara?

And the emoji of a knowing smile.

You lower your phone and look up at the sky, comprehension fully breaking.

-Fuck!-.

---

Wash wash wash

You turn off the tap water and rub your face with the towel. As soon as you got home after a long, anxious walk, made even worse after hearing whistles behind you and, turning around, having seen three guys take a predatory look at you (w-wait, was that directed to me?), you rushed to the bathroom ignoring the already served lunch. When you finish, indeed, everyone else has already eaten, and you proceed with your meal without saying a word.

"Kim's life is harder than I thought." You admit: "Maybe it was a bad idea after all.".

After you've finished, you put your dishes in the dishwasher and move dejected towards your new room. However, you freeze when you see your father laying on the couch, watching tv.

"Right! Kim! I'm still looking for her!" And he's your main suspect right now. But how to test him?

You see that he's watching a soccer match, and you have a(n admitedly sexist, but suited for Kim's case since she's completely ignorant in sports) idea.

-Hey, dad.- You start, getting his attention.

-I wanted to ask you something.-.

-Of course. Tell me, princess.-.

You cringe at your dad calling you "princess" but you go on, having the exact question that would catch Kim unprepared: -What's the offside?-.

He does not get upset in the slightest and, despite your hopes, gives you a timely answer. Not only that: you have to stop him before he talks to you about the last sensational referee mistake about a completely non-existent offside.

"Urgh... ok, plan B.".

-Do you like Maneskin?-.

-Who?-.

Kim's new favorite band, yet not even a flinch.

"No, he gotta be... Plan C!".

-Great, thanks da-OH MY GOD A GIANT SPIDER ON THE WALL!!!-.

-Where? Poor beast, let it be. I don't see it, though.-.

You're now starting to get demoralized.

-Ok, listen... what if... I mean, have you... woken up the same today? That is... do you feel like you're someone else or...-.

-Someone else?- He asks with a scowl. Great, he's not following you anymore. Sure, you're passing from a topic to another after all.

-I mean, do you feel that... you know, like this is not your life... erm...-.

A look of realization enlights his face. Has it worked?

-Oh, now I see what you mean!-.

-Do you?-.

-Yes princess, first you ask me about mom, and now this. You're in love with a boy, uh? And you don't want to tell your dad. That's ok, I understand.-.

"Uh?".

-But you're asking yourself if he's the right one, and you don't want to wake up one day and find yourself repentant. Don't worry! Even if today we are so close, your mother and I had the same doubts at your age!-.

-...-.

-You will understand by yourself if he is the right one, trust me.- He goes on, now oblivious of the match on the tv. If there's one thing more important than sports for your father, it's his family.

-And when you'll wake up next to the mother, or the father in your case, of your kids... you'll understand that you've made the right decision, and you won't regret it, not even for a second.-.

You're speechless. How did he come to such a conclusion, so, so...

"...So like my dad.".

There's a minute of silence between the two of you, during which he examinates your pouting expression to lecture it. And, being Robert Harris, he fails.

-Instead, if you wanted to ask me about having children...-.

-What?-.

-I mean, your mom at your age had already given birth to you, so it's perfectly normal if you feel like...-.

-Thank you dad! You've been of great help!- You interrupt him before it's too late: -You centered the point, like, totally! But now I need to, to think about it, you know? About that boy, yeah.-.

-Yes, of course. But if you need anything else...-.

-I'll come to you. Rrrrright away. Thank you again, bye.-.

You flee while cringing again at his "bye princess" and lock yourself in Kim's room. Here, you move your eyes along the pink walls, the girlish posters, the shelves full of books, cosmetics and so on. The prospect of them being forever yours is getting more and more realistic.

Your phone vibrates. It's a message from Cindy:

Uh, when do you pass? Sorry, making arrangements...

Then another from Krissy:

Hey bitch, talked to that guy this morning? As you've planned?

-Argh!- You groan loudly, clinging to the door and leaning your head with a THUMP.

"This is so hard! I'm back to square one! No, it's even worse!".

"Kim, where are you?".

---

KNOCK KNOCK

-Tina, may I come in?-.

She answers a timid yes, and you open the door. She looks at you nervously, sitting on her chair. Thinking back on yesterday evening, Kim surely entered her room, so she's the main suspect. Besides, they're almost the same age, they're both females, so it's the most obvious choice!

-Look, we need to talk about something.- You declare. She stiffens all over, fidgeting a tuft of hair with her index.

-'Course, about?-.

-Don't play dumb with me, sis.- You cross your arms. No more subterfuges.

-I know what I've seen, and I know that you're not who you appear to be.- She turns white and opens her mouth like a gasping fish: -Even though you almost convinced me this morning, now you have to spill the truth.-.

Tina is heavy breathing, then she finally nods.

-Ok.- She says with a faint voice: -Ok, you're right, I've lied to you. The truth is...-.

You're already exulting in your head when she starts crying.

-...it wasn't the first time! Or the second, or... Kim, I, I really like you! I'm sorry, I can't hide this from you anymore!-.

SLAM

-Kim? Kim!- She screams from the other side of the door which you've abruptly closed.

Ok, the plan has totally backfired. And she's definitely, definitely not Kim. But now your heart is beating wildly. Tina is in love with Kim, your two sisters are...

Images of them kissing, of you as them kissing, crowd your mind. You feel so... ahh... so horny!

"C-Calm down! Breathe, just breathe... like she would do on my skin... nope, nope!".

Right at this moment, your old body enters the floor's bathroom without noticing you. You decide to shift your attention to him, both for utility and necessity. If you've possessed her body, then it's logical that she wanted to do the same, isn't it?

You stealthily move and lower yourself to the peephole, maybe you'll be lucky and she'll be confessing in the mirror. Instead, your body is standing in front of the toilet. Holy shit, is that your dick? Has it always been this big?

With horror, you feel your nether region twitching at that sight. You can't... you can't be turned on by your cock, right?! You slowly move one hand down between your legs. It's wet. For fuck sake, it's wet!

-Kim, please listen...- Tina opens the door, and for a moment you look at each other, frozen in your positions.

-...I'll tell you later.- And she closes the door. You don't have time to metabolize since the handle in front of you is turning.

-Kim. Need the bathroom?- Your body asks surprised, finding you straight on the wall with a guilty expression.

-Nnnnno...-.

-Ok...- He looks at you weirded out and then goes down the stairs. You silently rush after him. Let's see what he's planning to do, you will certainly notice if there is something strange in his behavior.

You poke your head just enough to take a peek. Your dad has fallen asleep (typical) while "Tom" is making butter and jam bread. Mmm... wait, he's using orange marmalade!

-Aha!- You step forward pointing your finger. He droops the bread with a confused face, while your father winces. Less loud next time. Whatever. You scurry to the kitchen with a grin.

-I knew it was you.- You hiss: -Orange marmalade, ah! It's Kim's favorite, not Tom's!-.

He looks at you intensely, then he also puts down the greased knife.

-Ok, I don't know why you're referring to yourself in the third person, but sorry if I'm using your jam. Mine has finished.-.

You feel like an idiot. Of course it's finished, you ate its ground yesterday afternoon.

-Well... I accept your objection... but I'm keeping my eyes on you.- Which is what you do, indeed, when he goes back upstairs.

"What is he doing in my room?" You wonder, eavesdropping on the door. He's speaking on the phone. Your sister likes speaking on the phone. But who is he talking to? And what the hell, why is he pacing back and forth, you hear half of what he saying!

-...can't believe... indy... true!-.

"It's Cindy! She's revealing everything! I knew it!".

You're about to open the door when he stops closer and you hear him say: -Come on mate, Mindy's out of your league. Forget it.-.

"...".

---

You take a good bite of the rusk, crunching it in your mouth. Who would have thought you would find orange marmalade delicious someday?

-Fine. One last try.- You state. You march across the living room, up the stairs, across the corridor and this time you just open the door of your room, without any regard. You've already planned your move, you'll ask him to play a videogame with you, catch him being a noob and then taunt him that Kim is the impeded one of the family. And for a long time you will continue to think it was a good plan; except that you find him lying on the bed with his penis in his hand and a photo of you (of Kim, that is) nearby.

...

-Damn!-.

---

-Mom.-.

Your mother spins around, surprised by your gloomy tone. She was in her room, cleaning as usual, with the headphones on. And thank goodness, given the last thirty minutes.

-Honey! What's up?- She immediately puts down the rag and looks at you with apprehension. Your pout turns into tears, and you hug her tightly.

-Hey! Hey, sweetie, what's the problem? Has something bad happened?-.

Normally you wouldn't cry like this, but Kim's feminine hormones are having a wild effect on your weakened state of mind. You feel so stupid, so frustrated, and you're making your poor sister look so miserable!

Sniff: -I don't know! It's just, just so difficult! I'm trying to do my best- sniff: -but it's not enough! It's just not enough!-.

-Oh, Kim...- She holds you tight, gently massaging your back.

-Trust me, I know what you're going through. I've been your age too once! I know that you think you have to prove something to everyone, but you don't have to do everything all alone. We're all here for you.-.

-But... but what if I did something bad? Something really bad?-.

She pauses for a second, then smiles again: -Then it's good that you want to remedy. It means that you care. It is never too late to apologize, even if it means taking your responsibilities. And even if they won't forgive you... you'll keep trying and trying again. Just remember this: that you're a kindhearted person, Kim.-.

...She's right. You can't give up now, you have to keep trying, and you have to take responsibility. Until you find Kim again, you will give your all to make the most of her life, so that you can give it back at its best.

-Thank you, mom.- You sigh having calmed a bit. Your mother always finds the right words, she's like a pillar for the entire family, and...

...and if you needed help, she would be the first person you'd go to.

-Uh? What's wrong now? Something in my face?-.

-No... sorry, just thinking... you didn't kiss dad goodbye this morning. And you never do waffles outside the weekend. And since when you don't let Kim drive to school?-.

You look at her inquisitively, and she replies with a bewildered glance. She, she's trying to say, is not following you. But this is the only possibility remaining.

Kim is in your mom.