Why is he suddenly locking his door? Jon wondered as he knocked on his little brother's closed door and awaited permission to enter. A moment later, he heard it unlock and stepped inside as Mikey pulled the door open, immediately demanding, "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk, Mikey," Jon said, holding his hands up. Mikey's expression changed from annoyance to loathing so quickly he wouldn't have thought it possible.
"Very fucking funny, Jon. Are you calling him Zoe too? I bet the little freak wants you to," Mikey snarled, and Jon's mouth dropped open, staring at what he no longer thought was his little brother.
"Zoe?" Jon asked.
"Yeah," Mikey - Zoe - said, face softening. "You really didn't know? What's wrong with you, did the punishment mess with your head?"
"No, I, um... just forgot," Jon shrugged. "Sorry."
Zoe's eyes narrowed. "Right. You forgot that your fifteen-year-old sister and your eight-year-old brother were made to look like each other as a punishment."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I've been out for two weeks, cut me a break."
"Whatever, Jon. Get out," Zoe said, glaring at him. Jon left, going across the hall to his new sister's room, and through the open door.
"Hey, Jon," Zoe - or what looked like her - sat cross-legged on the floor, face clear of makeup for the first time in months, in probably the least daring of Zoe's clothes: a torn black knee-length skirt and black top with skull pattern. She - he, Jon reminded himself - looked up at him with a smile. "It's cool, isn't it?" he stated simply. When Jon offered no answer, he continued, "Being a big girl. I hated it at first but it's really cool. This body is fun to just mess with and all of Zoe's clothes make me feel so... I dunno, good. Especially when the weird boys Zoe hangs out with look at me and smile. One of them wanted to do stuff with me, but I don't think I want anyone but me touching my new body yet," he said, roughly rubbing his breasts through his shirt and smiling. "You're gonna love it, Jon, trust me."
Jon nodded, staring incredulously at his brother. "Uh, thanks, Mikey."
"Call me Zoe!" he said brightly, still touching himself as if nothing were wrong with it. Nothing was wrong with it to him, Jon supposed. "It makes me feel good, like I'm really her. What do you want me to call you, too? You don't look like a Jon anymore."
Jon shrugged. "I'm still me, Zoe," he said, dropping his voice on the last word, in case the real one heard. "I don't think I want a new name yet."
"Whatever you say," Zoe said in a sing-song voice Jon never thought he'd hear coming out of her mouth, no matter who was in control of it. "But you're a girl now, just like me. We're sisters!" She exclaimed, giggling. "Sisters. I like the sound of that." Looking up at Jon, she adopted a pensive expression for a moment. "Oh, I know what to do to change your mind!"
Zoe stood up and roughly grabbed Jon's upper set of breasts, fondling them through the top and bra. Jon just stood there, too shocked to move, and too focused on the new electric sensations coming from his new sister's touch. He reached down and began to do the same to his lower pair, an involuntary shudder and moan escaping him as he felt a wetness in his crotch, and in his... bra... his eyes shot open, as wide as they'd ever been, as he felt his breasts freely leaking a warm liquid into the four cups of his bra. He distantly thought that that wasn't how it normally happened, as he bolted away from Mikey, stripping his top off and yelling, "Mom! Mom! I'm leaking!"
