Security for my Sister

  After my sister (right) got mugged a few weeks ago, she didn't feel safe going out with her girlfriends anymore.  She took a break from going out for a while until I offered to go with her sometime to protect her.

  "How am I going to find hot guys if my dorky older brother is following me around?"  She asked.

  "Come on, it will be good for me, you know I don't usually get out of the house much.  No one will bother you with me around."

  "Alright, but we do have to do something about how you look."

  "What do you mean?"

  That's when she pulled up one of the skinsuit ordering websites.  I rolled my eyes as she customized an image on the app of what would end up being what I looked like Friday night.  Blonde hair, smooth skin, high cheekbones, my sister was obviously projecting her beauty standards learned from mindlessly scrolling Instagram.

  "If you think I'm wearing that you're crazy."

  "Mom and Dad said that they'll buy you new computer parts if you do it."

  "Hmm. . . I mean I guess. . ."

  Here's the picture we took that night before we met up with her other girlfriends at an apartment to pregame.  The thing was so tight it hurt at first, but soon it felt natural.  Even peeing was easy.

  My sister told me (left) that if I didn't blow my cover, I might end up going home with one of her friends who was lesbian.  She had been texting that friend all week about her "new lesbian friend" that she would bring out with her. . .

Just Like My Sister

    I knew I would get the virus because my girlfriend had it and I still wanted to kiss her.  Well, now I'm screwed because I'm a chick, forever.  I just got over the sickness part and as you know, the virus attacks your DNA, changing your sex to the opposite of which you were born.
   Luckily, no one in my family got sick from me, they thoroughly locked me away in my room.  My girlfriend wanted a picture of "the damage," so I snapped this selfie in the bathroom mirror.
    "lol nice tits."
     That's all she texted back.
    A few minutes later:
    "I just finished whacking off to the thought of me peeling off those tiny panties of yours."
    I had forgotten that she would have changed into a boy, the opposite of what happened to me.
    "Nothing fits me, Jessica, because these are my sister's clothes.  She's a year younger than me."
    "That makes sense, you look just like her!"

Thanks, Sis!

  "Mike, there's no easier way to sneak into a music festival, I tell you."  Bob had swapped bodies with his sister for the day.  She didn't mind as long as Bob really did give her a month worth of allowance.  That was fair to Bob since the festival easily cost 3 or 4 times as much.
  "Ya but Bob, half the fun of going is hitting on ladies such as. . . yourself. . ."
  "Sure, but think of the savings!"  Bob was adamant about his decision, all of a sudden feeling regretful and uncomfortable in his new skin.  Maybe 100 guys have grabbed or groped him in the first few hours already.  It was tough being a beautiful young lady.
  Also, Mike had to withhold the fact that he had a huge crush on Bob's sister and now he was escorting her body the whole day and night through a festival.  By the time it was late, they were both pretty drunk, and Bob was grinding on Mike in the crowd.  People cheered them on and Mike started to lighten up.
  All throughout the night, Bob's sister was sending Mike texts in all caps: DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH MY BODY!