"This is just plain weird", James muttered to himself. The fact that the muttering came out in Becky's soft contralto voice just made it all the more surreal. Not only was he suddenly a 17 year old girl, in fact he was his own niece, but he was reduced to living in his own guest room trying to find clothes from a suitcase that was packed by a ... by a ... well by a 17 year old girl. A girl that was not only good looking, but judging from the suitcase, one that was determined to display those looks to their best advantage at all times.
James sighed in capitulation as he examined the most conservative pair of underpants he could find. "I can't believe I'm doing this", he muttered as he carefully stepped into the tiny little red bikini cut underpants and wriggled them on. Somewhat amazed that he was able to wear such a small thing, James nevertheless kept tugging at the edges to try to get more coverage across what felt like a huge rear, but there simply wasn't enough material. He also kept wanting to adjust himself up front, but there was nothing to adjust. That was also disturbing, but what seemed to be huge breasts, mashed against his arms and distracted him every time he started to reach to adjust. This very profound reminder, had James reluctantly pawing through the suitcase for a plain bra. His ransacking brought forth a handful of objects that momentarily puzzled him, until with a small shudder it clicked as to what he had and shoved the tampons in back, determined expunge that thought from his mind.
He'd watched women put on bra's before, so he knew the whole turn it around backward to hook it first routine, but this was the first time actually doing it. This time, there was a very real need to "adjust" as the bra not only supported but also smashed up and together such that if anything, it caused James to stick out even farther, and still half of what seemed should be covered was bare and prominent.
James froze when the phone started ringing. After the third ring, his old deep male voice called out. "Becky! It's Mom, ... I mean it's your mother!"
Fortunately there was an acceptably conservative cotton nightgown in Becky's suitcase. Slipping that on, James hurried out to pretend to be Becky. Even this proved annoying as despite the tight bra, he stilled bounced with each step.
Covering the mouthpiece with one hand, Becky as James, laughed and loudly whispered "Good lord, what are you wearing?" Moving her, no his, hand from the mouthpiece to his mouth, Becky choked on deep guffaws as she, turn he, handed the phone to her now humorously small uncle turned niece.
"I'm fine ...Yes, I had no trouble ... I will ... no, nothing's wrong ... sound funny how? ... I'm just tired ... OK, I will ... Yes I'm sure .... I love you too ... bye Ka...
"Bye KATE! I'll take good care of BECKY!" Becky boomed, interrupting James.
"Bye uh Mom!", James said before hanging up the phone.
"God girl, what are you wearing?" Becky laughed pointing at James.
"Hey, this is your nightgown! Don't blame me!" James objected.
"It's not the nightgown, it's the rack you've got locked and loaded underneath. You're wearing one of my push-up bra's."
"It's not like your suitcase was filled with options. What else was I supposed to wear?"
"You don't wear a bra with a nightgown silly. The nightgown is all you needed, ... wait ... you're blushing. Oh my gawd, you're wearing panties too aren't you?"
James had no reply except to feel the growing warmth of his face and neck in what must have been a whopper of a blush.
