Spying!

You kept bringing courses to your brother every other day. You had found you also had responsibilities at home, helping Alexandria with her own studies. You wondered how she used to make it work in the previous reality. Was she just less good? Did she gain some more downtime for herself? If she did, good for her!

The combination of the memory of the slight crush you used to have on her and the very strong brotherly feelings you now felt for her impacted your behavior towards her. No such thing as fraternal infighting between the two of you. Communication and empathy were the reality of your new relationship, or maybe your old relationship. Dual realities are complicated. Memories of having briefly been a woman helped too, to the point that her friends had already started taking notice. Some of them thought you gay, and weren’t shy in suggesting so. You didn’t really care. There is no shame in being gay anyway, and since you had more pressing matters to attend to, the lack of young ladies crushing on you was a net benefit. Nonetheless, you couldn’t deny it. This life was infinitely better than your previous life, even though your father was way less wealthy as a Latino gunshop owner as your father had used to be as a hedge fund manager from a long line of finance businessmen. An adorable sister, parents you actually could respect, college courses that were both challenging and interesting, plus all the benefits you’d requested from the Voice? Sign me up for that! Well, you did, anyway, sign up for that.

And you’d also signed up for bringing courses to your brother. After three weeks, it was plainly clear that he was mostly healed and should have returned to class. You guessed that he was afraid or ashamed to go back, and you couldn’t entirely blame him. In his place, you’d have arranged for a transfer somewhere else using your father’s connections… but you were not entirely right.

Of course he was afraid. Of course he was ashamed. He was also angry, knowing well enough that some kind of magic was at play. What you couldn’t know, though, was that he’d spent weeks setting up various ways to spy on his mother, your former mother.

He drilled a hole in his wall, behind a large poster he’d pinned. That way he could spy on her in the bathroom.

He’d bought various pieces of spying equipment on the Internet and set up tiny cameras in many places, from the bathroom to the master bedroom’s ceiling and the living room. He’d installed some weird software bought on the Internet to misuse the videoconferencing equipment baked in the TVs to perform on demand streaming to his computer. And he’d spent even more time masturbating to her old photos, her old panties, and the videos of her he’d been recording, before feeling crushing shame every single time.

You didn’t know, though. All you knew was how pitiful he’d become… but it wasn’t enough. You wanted him truly wasted, for what he had done to you was unforgivable. Moreover, you had the enjoyment of the Voice to consider. You’d somehow promised to deliver a compelling story for the Voice to enjoy!