Robert ran across the finish line. Outpacing the opposing team’s runner by two steps. Slowing down, Robert looked up at the timer, he had crossed the finish line at 18 minutes and 37 seconds for the 5k run. It was a new personal best for him since, last year, him and his sister had switched bodies from the neck down. He smiled. He was getting his times down, and quickly.
At first Robert wasn’t too happy about having to rebuild his speed in his sister’s body. But now, he was glad he stuck with it. Only thing that was still somewhat annoying was finding the right kind of sports bra to help keep his breasts from bounding wildly around while running.
“Hey! Great running Robert. That’s your best time this year,” said a Feminine Voice.
Robert turned and saw his sister, Greta running up to him. Her body had filled out, in an athletically masculine way, her tight basketball t-shirt showed signs of her now flat, not yet six-pack, abs and an obviously well-defined male chest and arms. Her basketball shorts still hiding her male legs before her long legs came out of her shorts at the knees. She kept her hair long still, down to her shoulders, to accent her very feminine facial features. It still caught Robert off guard when he wasn’t totally expecting it, but that was becoming few and far between now. She had grown too. Her 5’ 11” was a memory of last year, she stood at 6’ 1”.
She ran up to Robert and gave him a big hug, lifting him up off of his feet by several inches.
“Hey, Watch it Greta. You’re still stronger than me. Let me down,” said Robert, ruefully. In the past year, Robert only grew an inch, becoming 5’ 10”. He still had to look up at his ‘little sister’.
“What!? I can’t give my older brother a big hug after a good run like that?’ said Greta, a sly smile beamed out of Greta’s mouth half a second later. ‘Or are you afraid that you can’t use your Big girls there to try to lure the actual girls over here when I’m giving you a hug?”
Readjusting his Sports bra, which grew from the B-Cup he started out with a year ago to its current size of C-Cup. Robert said, “No! It’s just that you’re strong and sometimes you don’t know your own strength. Sometimes, I think you don’t remember what’s it’s like to have a female body attached to your head Greta. And ‘These Girls’ you are talking about are a C-Cup, as if you would know what’s that like. Last time you had ‘These Girls’ they were a B-Cup. There is a huge difference between the two I’ll have you know.”
“Whoa! I was just trying to have some fun with you. FYI, I DO remember having them and how guys always use to stare and ogle at them at school,” said Greta.
“I’m sorry Greta. It isn’t your fault. Sometimes, I’m just reminded what I’ve lost. And it happens at random times. I would have probably would have said something similar to what you did if I still had that body attached to my head. Plus, you used to call me ‘big brother’. Lately, you’ve being calling me ‘older brother’,” said Robert.
“I have?’ said Greta. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t notice I started doing that.”
“It’s okay,’ said Robert. ‘Things are different. I get that….”
“Hey Robert! Hey Greta! What’s up? That was one Heck of a time to run Robert,” said a voice coming from Robert’s Left and Greta’s Right.
They Both looked too see….
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