Astrid awoke with a moan. It took her a few moments to recall the events of yesterday as she took in the room she knew was not her own. Or, it didn’t used to be, at least. There was heat and pleasure coming from…a place she definitely didn’t have before yesterday. As her eyes came into focus after blinking away the grogginess of sleep, she could see Zoe, her own daughter sister, gazing up at her- her mouth around Astrid’s tit. Zoe smiled and gave a hard suck on Astrid’s nipple, eliciting a high pitched yelp from Astrid that shocked herself.
“Good morning, little sis,” Zoe cooed, before happily returning to kissing and sucking Astrid’s breasts. Astrid realized the feelings of pleasure radiating from her pussy were coming from Zoe’s fingers circling it playfully.
“Zoe,” Astrid panted, “what are you- aahn!?” Astrid was cut off by another groan of pleasure as Zoe inserted her fingers into her while still pressing her clit with a thumb.
Zoe smirked playfully, “This is how I always wake up my needy little slut, isn’t it?”
Astrid’s world was shattering apart as she writhed and moaned under Zoe’s touch. Mikey had wished that Zoe and Astrid would be dating the two people Zoe found most attractive in their school- but the two people Zoe thought were the hottest in school were obviously herself and her little sister. In this new reality, on top of now actually being Astrid’s older sister- born a few hours before her twin- Zoe was now her dominant, possessive girlfriend.
Although her mind was rebelling against all of this, Astrid’s body couldn’t help but give in as Zoe finger fucked her and began kissing up from her chest to her neck, then to her lips. She shouldn’t want this- she still knew who she was on the inside even if she couldn’t say her old name. That didn’t stop her from spreading her legs and hooking them around Zoe’s own, unconsciously signaling her sister to go deeper, faster, harder. She moaned against Zoe’s smiling lips as they kissed. Astrid’s mind completely blanked out while Zoe’s tongue entwined with her own- the pleasure was too much for her. Her old body had never even come close to feeling this good. Would she ever be able to be the same again if…when she found a way to go back?
Zoe’s free hand covered over her mouth without any warning, and for a moment Astrid was sad they weren’t kissing any more before she realized how fucked up that thought even was. Before she could question why Zoe had muffled her, Zoe began fiercely rubbing her fingers against a spot deep inside her and suddenly Astrid was grateful to be so.
She screamed against her sister’s hand as she came, her hips bucking wildly. Zoe pressed down on her with her own body, but kept fucking her even harder with a malicious grin. Wave after wave after wave of unbearable bliss washed over her relentlessly. Her pussy felt so hot and wet , but she barely registered it at all while she climaxed again and again in a rolling crescendo.
Finally, after a few minutes, the feeling began to lessen. Astrid panted and shivered as more tremors of pleasure shot through her body. The weight of everything that had just happened finally began to set in and intermingled with how overwhelmed she already felt from cumming so hard. A sob escaped from her- a pathetic, girly sound that only fed into the horror and embarrassment she felt about what she had turned into and what her own daughter sister had just done. It only made her cry harder. She hid her face in her hands to hide the shame and her tears.
Zoe began to softly pet the top of her head, and Astrid lifted her hands away to see Zoe moving to cuddle with her.
“You cry so pretty.” Zoe kissed her forehead and chuckled, “My adorable sister is one hell of a squirter.”
“Huh?” Astrid blinked and looked down. She ended up having to sit up a bit to be able to see anything over her own massive (to her) tits. The sheets were absolutely soaked, and damn near half of Zoe’s arm was dripping with liquid . She groaned, mortified, and dropped her head back against the pillows.
Zoe continued petting her head while finally pulling her fingers out of her. Astrid found herself whining as the feeling of being filled down there left her, which only resulted in another hiccuping sob from the guilt of feeling that at all. She watched as Zoe brought her glistening fingers to her outstretched tongue, and Astrid’s eyes widened as Zoe giggled, “Thanks for the meal,” before sucking her fingers clean.
After wiping her hand against the already soiled sheets, Zoe leaned in for another kiss. Astrid tried to turn her head away this time, but Zoe grabbed her by the chin and pulled her head back. Though she was still unaware of the situation, this apparently counted as an order from Zoe, and therefore she was unable to turn away again as Zoe kissed her. Unable to do anything to stop this, Astrid reluctantly decided to give in and just play along until she was able to break free and gather information on what the hell was going on.
They made out for a while, and once again she felt herself giving in. Without thinking, her arms wrapped around Zoe and pulled her closer into the kiss. She started to feel warm and fuzzy down there again. Astrid could taste herself on Zoe’s lips, and as fucked up as it was she felt herself loving it. After all, her body was the same as Zoe’s body, and though her mind hadn’t caught up yet as far as her own body was concerned she was dating and in love with Zoe.
Zoe hummed and laughed again. “God damn, bitch, how are you already horny again?”
Astrid suddenly realized she had started rutting against Zoe’s thigh as they were making out. Words left her completely and she could only squeak in embarrassment as Zoe rolled off of the bed (eliciting a pout from Astrid that she wasn’t aware of even doing).
“C’mon,” Zoe said. “As much as I’d love to just spend all day in bed fucking each other, we’re gonna be late for school at this rate.”
Wait, what? Astrid wasn’t in school, she was a dad…wait no she was…a dad student? She was Zoe’s father sister. She clutched her head in confusion. All of Zoe’s commands and desires were clouding her mind, and she was struggling to keep track of what and who she was. She knew that before yesterday she had been someone else, and that none of this was right. Astrid realized with a start as she was grabbing her head that her once short, messy hair now felt long and silky. She lifted her hands and saw long black strands of hair, just like Zoe’s hairstyle.
What the fuck had changed while she was sleeping? Was she going crazy? Astrid suddenly remembered that Zoe had mentioned earlier she always woke her…’her needy little slut’ (Astrid felt a flutter in her stomach thinking about being called that) like this. Why would Zoe think this was a routine when before yesterday Astrid had been…someone else?
Before a full blown panic attack could set in, Zoe thrust a pair of underwear and matching bra into her hands. “Here,” she said, “I’ll grab our outfits for today before I do our makeup. I know you like when your big sis does it for you,” she winked.
Astrid hung her head as she resigned herself to her current fate. She’d have to find a way to escape and try to find out how this had all happened, but for now she was stuck waiting. The pair of underwear Zoe had handed to her made her eyes widen. How does something this small even count as clothing? She gulped and slipped them on- the string of the black, satin thong nestled against her still sensitive and throbbing pussy while the back was swallowed up by her soft, plush butt.
Her mortification seemed to only be starting, however, as she saw what Zoe had picked out for Astrid to wear. Zoe gently pushed Astrid back onto the bed with a smirk before trailing her fingers down Astrid’s chest, stomach, thigh (with a small pause to leave a ghost of a touch over her crotch- eliciting another embarrassingly cute whine), and leg. She grabbed Astrid’s foot and lifted it. Zoe softly kissed the top of it before taking one of the fishnet stockings she’d grabbed. Astrid’s new skin was so fucking sensitive, she struggled to hold back more gasps and whines and moans as Zoe rolled the stocking onto her, then repeated the process on her other leg.
Next came the skirt. “Zoe,” Astrid asked- her voice barely a whisper, “don’t you think that’s a little…too short?”
“You’ve never complained before,” Zoe responded. Her brows knit in concern, “You feeling okay, sis?”
She didn’t know how to respond. Astrid said nothing as Zoe guided her legs into the skirt, but her face felt very hot. It definitely felt like her ass was hanging out, and she kept grabbing at the hem to pull it as low as she could. Getting her bra on was a process, which was not helped by Zoe stopping to fondle her while kissing her neck before finally securing the clasps at the back. By the time she was finally dressed, Astrid felt like a total fucking mess. Tears filled her eyes again as her whole body shuddered with shame and unbearable horniness- her face and her pussy felt like they were burning up so bad she could melt.
“Oh,” Zoe started, “I almost forgot!” She walked over to the dresser- which Astrid noticed was definitely twice as large as yesterday- and grabbed a black leather strap that had been set on top. There was a metal ring in the center that jingled as Zoe picked it up, and Astrid’s heart sank as Zoe merrily wrapped it around Astrid’s neck. Zoe kissed her cheek as she finished putting the collar on, then kissed her on the lips again while gently pulling on the collar’s ring. “There’s my good girl,” she smiled as Astrid whimpered and tried to hold herself back from pulling Zoe back onto the bed.
Doing their makeup was another nightmare in and of itself. Zoe made Astrid sit at the vanity they apparently now shared and straddled her lap while applying layers of foundation and eyeshadow, all while Astrid was made to stay perfectly still with her hands around Zoe’s waist. By the time they were done, Astrid was on the verge of completely unraveling. Zoe styled her hair, and Astrid caught her own reflection in the vanity mirror.
Astrid had never had a very manly face. Her features had always been soft and a little rounded. On her new body, she really did look extremely cute and almost doll-like. There was nothing remotely masculine about the gorgeous girl in the mirror, whose big, doe eyes sparkled in the light reflecting off of her tears. Zoe put her hair up into a messy ponytail that only made her look that much more adorable, in a cute, sad goth girl way.
“There,” Zoe mused after she finished applying black lip gloss to both of their lips, “all done! Now come on, or we’re gonna be late.”
Zoe handed Astrid a black backpack while grabbing her own matching bag and the two of them set off downstairs. Astrid noticed that the house seemed quieter than she expected. “Where is everyone?” she asked.
“Huh? C’mon, are you messing with me today or something? Mom and everyone else flew out last night to go see the game.”
Confusion must have been written all over her face, as Zoe sighed. “Mom’s boyfriend is playing tonight and invited everyone to the game- but we both agreed we’d rather gouge our own fucking eyes out than watch fucking baseball and mom make goo-goo eyes over fucking Ron.” Zoe made a gagging noise while rolling her eyes.
“Her….” Her…boyfriend?
Numb horror washed over her. Her wife…had a boyfriend? Astrid could only robotically go through the motions of putting on the pair of boots Zoe handed her at the door before getting into the passenger seat of the car. She was distantly aware of Zoe mentioning that mom had given them use of it while she was out of town. Reality was pressing in uncomfortably around her from all sides. More than anything, she just wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
Well…more than almost anything. Because the truth was that while she knew objectively she should be angry and hurt and afraid that her own wife would be seeing some other guy, she found that the heartbreak wasn’t there. She was hurt, yes, but the love that had been there for Linda felt different now. Like the love a daughter would have for a mother. Instead, what she really wanted was to let Zoe take her back to their bedroom. She bit her lip and pressed her thighs together.
Zoe noticed this and laughed again. “Holy fucking shit, girl. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” Astrid hung her head in embarrassment again, and spent the rest of the ride to school reflecting on her new body. She couldn’t do much else, anyway. The corset top Zoe had squeezed her into had practically pushed her tits directly up into her face, and now her soft, pale, peach fuzz covered breasts filled her vision completely when she looked at what had become of herself.
