Wake up to discover the sisters are tiny nightmares

CRASH! You panic and open your eyes to the sound of destruction and explosions and... wait are those Mary-Lynn and Mary-Beth? As your vision adjusts, you see the two girls crying on the ground right next to your bed. There's a broken glass of water on the ground and apparently one of them must've run right into the nightstand which caused the glass and some other things to drop down. "Hey, it's ok, you're fine," you try to calm them down. Jimmy was also standing in the middle of the room, fortunately at a safe distance. "Just watch out for the glass shards," you point out as you pat Mary-Lynn and guide the girls and their younger brother carefully back out of the room. Ricky was still asleep, somehow. You're not sure what could exhaust a guy so much that he sleeps through such noise.

You sigh and retrieve a broom from the kitchen to gather up the shards and other debris to remove them before anyone gets hurt. Ricky kept so much trash like empty wrappers and discarded tissues on the nightstand that some of them rolled off and under the bed together with a couple other small things, but you couldn't be bothered cleaning the guy's entire room just because of the minor accident. You get up and safely discard most of the stuff you collected in the kitchen's trash bin. What an annoying way to wake up, but at least nobody had gotten hurt. Amberly may have simply kicked you out otherwise. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

In the bathroom, you once again notice that your vagina's lips are even more subtle now. They match the paleness of your skin perfectly. As you let a finger dip between the folds, you also notice that you're still a little dehydrated down there, but it wasn't of much concern. Maybe you just needed to drink some more water in general, who knows how a woman's body works and what it needs. It should've come with a manual or something.

Following next was your first opportunity to have breakfast with Amberly's family, with a large baguette, strawberry jam, peanut butter, and even a couple fried eggs and bacon. Not bad! You could easily get used to this. Considering you normally only eat some cereal in the morning and then head off to study, this was a significant improvement! Afterwards, you felt fresh and fully alive once again.

The next few hours are spent in the living room, where you watch a couple episodes of Game of Tones, a TV show about various medieval characters who participate in a shouting competition. Mary-Lynn was closely cuddled against your left side, Mary-Beth sat on your lap while little Jimmy was to the right and holding your hand. Ugghh, it was so crowded compared to what you are used to. Ricky sat a little further away on a chair, and you notice him glancing your way more than once, which makes you wonder what he's thinking about.

Sometime in the afternoon, you sneakily grab the next birth control pill out of your pockets and quickly swallow it down. It was around then that you also noticed that your breasts were beginning to feel a little... tender? More sensitive? It was a strange feeling. It was more pleasant to just continue trying to enjoy the TV show and relax. After another hour, you additionally began to feel a slight ache somewhere in your abdomen. Weird. Did you miss any of your birth control pills? Pulling the package out of your pocket, you take a look and see that you're matching your schedule, there's just one pill left and it's meant to be taken in the evening.

Before it was time for dinner, you make another trip to the bathroom to make sure everything is in a good state down there. As you sit down on the toilet seat and tug down your pajama pants, you're quite surprised to see that your vagina had recovered completely! The skin was a healthy shade of red and the lips were a little puffy. Awesome! Looks like your plumbing problem fixed itself somehow. Everything looked completely natural once again.

After you're done eating with the family, you find a safe spot, pop the last birth control pill out of its package, flick it into your mouth and swallow it right down.

When it was starting to get late, you set an alarm on your phone for six in the morning, an hour or two before you change back into a guy. It was for the best, you could grab your stuff and leave the apartment before anyone sees you magically changing back. Perhaps you would even have enough spare time to organize some fitting clothes for a man before the curse reverses itself. With that in mind, you join Ricky back in bed and wish him a good - touchless - night.