Your siblings & their spouses (no )

“Felt a bit restless today…”

You did. You wanted to go to your childhood home and see what it does to you. You spend your teenage years here - as a girl now. You can’t wait to… But first you go to your Dad at the grill, hug him – he smells nice, like smoke and musk and masculinity. You never noticed that as a boy.

“Happy Birthday, Dad.”

You hand him the expensive bottle and he smacks his lips.

"You're pampering me, baby girl!”

You blush at the nick name but don't object. Your taste in men you have a as woman seems to come from somewhere.

You chat a few minutes with your parents and then stand up.

“Do you mind of I go to my old room until the others arrive?"

They look at you questioningly.

“Do you need anything from up there, honey?"

Your Mom asks.

“No, I just… feel a little… I don't know I’d like to go back to – being a – girl for a while, maybe. Remember things.”

"You're a little young for waxing nostalgic, don't you think?”

Your Dad chuckles.

“Mom punches his shoulder playfully

“Oh, let her. Birthdays do that to people sometime.”

You nod and walk into the house. Up the stairs into your room. They haven't changed it once you left. Or at least that's what happened when this was a boy's room.

You open the door and enter – a weird feeling of dizziness. It's not like you remember it at all. And yet it is. The memory of your boy’s room are still dominant, but everything in this girl's room seems - right. As it as and should be.

The boy-band poster on the wall instead of the heavy metal poster. You're not a fan of either genre any more, grown out of it, but - in this body that one feels right for teenage you, indeed.

The room is not overly girly – not pink, but turquoise and teal instead of the black and dark blues you preferred as a boy. You like it this way. It's – prettier.

You lie on the bed look up – and smile. The same Baywatch group shot you put up there on the ceiling as a boy. Some things never change. You look at it closer and enjoy the sight of both the men and women in red bathing wear.

“Hm.”

Which makes you wonder. You have no doubt you masturbated to that poster as girl as much as you remember doing it as a boy. But you sure had no problem admitting to yourself that your female teenage self pleasured yourself to both the men and the women. Alexander always told himself he’s doing it over the women only. And yet he never replaced that poster with one of the widely available ones showing only the bathing suited women of the show. You smile. You were definitely Far less straight a teenager - and man - than you ever admitted to yourself. A waste.

You hand slides into your shorts. You close your eyes as you touch yourself and try to think of teenage crushes you masturbated to on this bed. Singers, actors, athletes, animated characters.

As many men appear in front of your eyes as women. Normal for the woman you have settled in to be, attracted to both men and women. But your memories of Alexander’s crushes seem to blend in and you can't help but be sure he secretly dreamt of the same mixture of genders.

You hear a sharp gasp and open your eyes, look to the door.

“I’m… so sorry. You… your parents said you've been up here for a while and I thought I'd come look if you're OK while your brother... I… sorry, I'll leave!”

You look at your sister in law, a tiny petite Asian woman two years younger than you. Alexander had a huge crush on her from the first day your brother brought her home. Lexi definitely still does - you feel your clit twitch under your finger as you see her standing there.

You….