"I'm calling to say that I'm coming home early. Tomorrow was cancelled, so I'll be home by tonight, probably around seven or eight. I can't talk anymore, there's too much traffic. Miss you."
The phone went dead. Franks conference was supposed to last until tomorrow. There couldn't be two Sallys running around when he came home, and Scott couldn't be changed back for another eleven hours. There was only one thing she could do. To fill out the family, she had to use the medallion to become Sara, at least for a couple of hours. She walked up to Scott sitting in her bedroom to break the news and tell him that he had to act her part in front of his dad if he ever wanted to become himself again.
Meanwhile, Sara was starting to discover that something was wrong. Her hair had changed colour from her bleached blonde to her brothers brown. Her clothes were getting tight as she ran to the bathroom and looked herself in the mirror. She was turning into her brother. The area between her legs suddenly felt very crowded as new equipment grew forth and forced her to remove her clothes.
As Sally told Scott that her father, now husband, was coming home, that she had turned Sara into a duplicate of him and that she now had to turn herself temporarily into Sara so as to not make Frank suspicious, Scott tried to keep a shocked look on her face. Inwardly, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat. She now knew that she had twelve hours to make sure that she stayed Sally, and was scheming to find a way to force this through.
The real Sally left him there, passed the bathroom where she heard Sara, and into Saras room. She quickly locked the door, stripped down and picked up a piece of Saras clothing. She gripped it tightly in her hand, together with the medallion, and cursed under her breath. This wasn't relieving her stress, it was adding to it.
Sara, now fully transformed, looked at his naked body in the mirror. He was more curious and surprised than shocked at what had happened. Not that he wanted to be a boy, especially not his brother, but a week like this had its benefits. First of all, Scott was the older one. He had the drivers licence, a car and much more money than Sara, and Sara had a severe crush on his best friend. Now she could spend almost a week with him without raising suspicion. This wouldn't be too bad. It would probably be fun.
Scott thought the same. As Sally left, she started fantasising about tonight. Frank used to be quite happy to see Sally when he came home from these business trips, and Scott decided she wasn't going to decline his advances. Quite the opposite, she would encourage them.
