Jeff Miller woke up slightly differently than he had in all seventeen years of his life. He was much more relaxed, his thoughts much less troubled, his worries seemed very distant.
More importantly, he had never woken up so buried in pink cloth in his entire life.
His bed was pink. His room was pink! Pink everywhere. It was enough to make him snap out of stupor and yank the blankets away. He noticed that he was much too tall for his bed somehow. Looking down, he was thankfully in his regular pajamas of a t-shirt and sweatpants, but something was off. His legs were hanging off the end of the tiny bed, and his bladder screamed with an urgency he had never felt.
Looking around, he was clearly in Jolene's room somehow, but he didn't have time to worry about that, he pushed the bedspread away and darted out of the pink accommodations into the bathroom that was right across the hall. He was so strangely desperate that he didn't even bother closing the door behind him. He must have over-hydrated last night.
Rushing to stand in front of the toilet, he reached down to lift the seat. His grip fumbled a bit, and he felt a bit uneasy, it was like his body was somehow not used to doing that.
Gingerly, he pulled the front of his sweats down with a thumb and reached down to secure his aim.
But the sweats just snapped back up without meeting any resistance. His reaching hand came up completely empty.
His bladder straining, he desperately pulled his sweats down and fished around. But there was nothing. His hands were covering his entire groin, but absolutely nothing was protruding forward from it.
Something was wrong. He clearly no longer had a penis.
His little sister Jolene arrived in the middle of his episode, standing lackadaisically against the door frame of the bathroom with her arms crossed.
"Sit. You have to sit." She said with a level of authority that her ten year old voice didn't normally emit.
The words mollified his confusion and desperation, and he quickly flicked the seat down, turned, and sat on the toilet seat. His bladder released instinctively, and his ears were filled with the soft tinkling sound of his little sister using the bathroom.
"Thats so cute! It sounds like you figured out how to make tinkles."
Sitting on the toilet, he was about at eye level with her, and he looked over as he sighed with relief. He started to notice that the relief he felt was coming from between his legs, well below where he usually felt the sensation. Looking down at himself, he saw that his sweats were only pulled slightly down his legs, and yet he felt nothing hanging below him besides the stream of liquid spraying out of him. With his smooth legs pressed together tightly hiding his suddenly smooth groin, he really did look like a little girl going potty.
Jolene's red hair was messy like she had just woken up, she was wearing a sleep shirt and a small pair of sweatpants.
And there was a massive bulge in the front of those sweatpants.
"Looking for this, squirt? Or should I say 'spray' from the sound of things?" She said with a little smirk.
She pulled down the front of her sweats, revealing a rather large penis barely contained by a tiny pair of pink panties.
"These don't really fit anymore, recognize this?"
She stripped out of the ill-fitting panties, revealing what was unmistakably Jeff's genitals hanging off of her groin. Jeff just sat there in stunned shock, horrified at the sight of his little sister possessing his equipment, and what that meant for his body.
"Looks like we swapped. Wipe up and get out of my way squirt, I gotta piss and then we should see if anything else happened."
Jeff instinctively tore off a piece of toilet paper, stuck his hand through his legs, and dabbed himself dry, reeling at the soft squish of his new lips in the process. Feeling under him confirmed without any doubt what was now between his legs, and when he spread out a bit and looked down, he saw only a smooth wrinkle running the length of beneath him. He quickly wished he hadn't looked. He was too shocked to even pull his pants up, jumping up to marvel at himself in the mirror.
His sister took his place, he heard her flip the seat up effortlessly, and heard the distinct sound of a man peeing. The same sound he had heard every time he had went. Until now.
His genitals being swapped with his sisters had made him feel extremely diminutive, more nervous and jumpy, more impulsive, less in control. He frantically ripped his shirt off, disregarding his audience, to examine himself in the mirror.
He couldn't see any major changes to the rest of him. His body was the same overall proportions and size, nothing felt weaker or smaller. There was a curious case, however, that his skin seemed much smoother. His stubble was nowhere to be found, and his normally fuzzy torso and limbs had taken on an almost delicate smoothness.
His tan had changed as well, with whiteness softening the top of his chest and tracing a small strap line over his shoulders. The white continued downwards, etching a small V into his abdomen, where it smoothly tapered down to the tiny crease that now made up his groin.
Starting at the absurd sight of his body featuring a small slit at his crotch, and feeling nothing but a smooth cold void between his thighs, there was no denying the reality that he no longer had a penis. He shuddered at the thought, noticing the lack of any kind of motion downstairs.
Jolene shook off and turned to stride out of the bathroom, not even bothering to try and put some bottoms on.
"C'mon nudey-butt. Lets go make sure everyone else is ok."
