Matt felt his entire world shift and change in front of him, malforming into an abomination of colors and shapes that he vaguely recognized as objects and furniture in his room, before those colors and shapes briefly turned pitch black in color.
Through the cluster of colors new colors and shapes formed into his sight, with the twisting and turning of his vision untying itself as Matt regained his vision and bearings, though that didn't prevent the shock at what he was seeing.
Matt found himself laying down on what he believed to be a couch, though he could only feel a strong numbing sensation across his whole body preventing him from getting up and getting a better view at what was around himself as half of his face was pressed into the side of the couch armrest.
Though this only lasted for a grand total of ten seconds as the numbing sensation died down, Matt receiving the biggest shock of his life.
"Ahn..." Matt found a quiet but very much sexual moan escape his lips as feeling returned to his world, the sound itself was much higher than his usual vocalization.
Without thinking Matt looked down at himself, the sight of his masculine, eighteen year old body was replaced by the sight of a snow white tank top, beautifully smooth pale skin, and most noticeably two large boobs pressing out from the top itself, one of his hands, which was now slender with a manicure, was groping his rightmost breast, while his left hand snaked past his breast and was reaching into his underwear.
Stretching his bare legs to see past the huge lumps now present on his chest, Matt found himself now wearing a pair of short shorts that hugged his rear like there was no tomorrow, he pulled his hand out from the aforementioned shorts, catching the sight of his now bare feet as he does, and examining his moistened hand, finding a strange white colored fluid sticking to his fingers and his palm.
"What. The. Fuck!"
Matt quickly scrambled off of the couch, landing hard on his side as he felt his chest and butt shake and jiggle as harshly landed on the floor, wincing in pain.
The fun didn't stop there though, as a cluster of long, highlighted blond hair fell right into his face, the bright golden color of them looking incredibly familiar.
Matt didn't want to believe it, but if what he was seeing was true...
"Where the hell am I?" He asked, attempting to identify his new voice, and identify it he did.
It sounded exactly like his older sister, Jessica.
Matt quickly looked around his environment, not really receiving the chance to get a good lock at it in his moment of self discovery, finding himself in what appeared to be a basement of some kind, a decently sized TV, somewhere in the ballpark of thirty six inches, was attached to the wall, underneath it sat a small wooden desk with a rolling chair pushed next to it.
The feeling of a carpet against his bare feet caused Matt to glance down, his eyes examining a bright gray carpet that extended across the whole room, only a few small spots on the floor reviewed a pale, tan colored floor.
Glancing to his left Matt noticed a staircase that led upwards, the stairs were painted white with a brown wooden handlebar for whoever was walking down or up them, inches from the staircase sat a double door closet, one door hung slightly ajar revealing a large amount of shirts, and, when Matt squinted, couple pairs of panties and bras laying on the closets floor.
Shaking the image from his head, simultaneously sending his now longer hair every which way, Matt moved himself forward towards the desk, hoping to find something to deny this reality, only to receive a confirmation to the thoughts he was now harboring.
All it took was one glance up at the blackened television screen to notice someone's reflection staring back at him, bright blue eyes, brown hair with blond highlights, porcelain skin, a white tank top and black short shorts adorning her frame, huge DD sized breasts covered by the aforementioned tank top, and a shocked expression with an 'O' shaped mouth, all features belonging to one person Matt knew.
Staring back at him was his twenty five year old bombshell of a sister, Jessica.
Whenever he moved his head the reflection of Jessica mimicked him perfectly.
Whenever he raised his hand and waved at the TV, Jessica would move with him in perfect harmony.
He had become his sister.
What happens now?
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