It was 3:00am when the phone on Zoe's nightstand vibrated in a nearly-silent alarm. Her hand shot out, fumbling briefly at the glowing rectangle before placing a finger on the "stop alarm" button.
It was time.
Earlier that afternoon, Zoe had opened a new 6-pack of women's briefs and deliberately set aside the powder blue pair before folding the navy, purple, black, white, and tan pairs to put away. These kinds of packs were great for variety, but there's always one color you don't like. That was okay, today baby blue would be Jon's color. Zoe had also stashed away a single carrot from the kitchen, and placed it next to the offending baby blue briefs on her dresser.
These items she now collected.
It was nothing for Zoe to sneak down the hallway without being heard. Almost nothing to open Jon's bedroom door with barely a sound. But the tricky part was yet to come.
Zoe knew that Jon slept in just a T-shirt and boxers, so all she'd have to remove were the boxers. But she would have to be careful not to awaken her brother in the process, or she'd have a lot of explaining to do.
It was as she pulled back his sheets that she made the split-second decision: this would need some small amount of magic after all. Just a short spell of inattention. Zoe laughed under her breath, a "brief" spell of inattention. It would only last a few hours, but if would mean that Jon wouldn't take any notice of unusual things happening in the target area. And Zoe targeted his boxers.
She didn't want to use magic, but she didn't see how else she would pull this off. How else she could pull those boxers off. And, besides, it was a minor spell that would probably help when Jon woke up in the morning, as well.
Zoe's desire to mess with her brother clashed with her desire to not see what was underneath his boxers for a moment, but the prankster within her won out, and she simply forced herself to squint so as to avoid a fully-rendered image as she removed the offending garment, and then replaced it with a smaller one in a very pretty shade of light blue. With the elastic waistband secured, she opened her eyes once again.
Her theory was right.
Whatever Jon had done, it had made it so that his body changed to fit whatever clothing he wore. And with the swap that Zoe had made, his crotch had changed to fit a pair of women's briefs. There was no tell-tale bulge in the soft cotton fabric. But the experiment wasn't over yet. Had the body parts within simply shrunk so that they would fit into the women's briefs, or had they changed functions entirely? This was where the carrot entered the picture.
Gingerly, Zoe pressed the carrot into her brother's crotch. In that moment, she realized that it was a very good thing that she'd cast that spell of inattention. How had she been expecting to do this freehand? But, as she'd hoped, the carrot did indent where it would indent if Jon had been born a girl.
A slight moan escaped Jon's lips, startling Zoe. But the boy did not wake up. Zoe blushed, and blushed hard, unaware of the chain reaction of hormones that she had just triggered in Jon's newly-installed wombspace.
Quietly, she replaced Jon's sheets and exited his room. Just before she escaped beneath her own covers, she dropped the carrot into her garbage pail.
