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Date: Mon,  3 Dec 2001 01:10:04 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

This started as a brother gets even with bullying big sister story, 
but I don't do those well.  So this came out.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIG SISTER

Jamie checked the mailbox, pulling the small bundle of letters, 
magazines, and a couple large envelopes from the box.  He heard his 
sister yell from the upstairs window, "Hey, squirt, get in here!"

Jamie sighed.  His big sister, Suzie, had always been a bit of a 
bully, but ever since his mother died last year, she had been an 
unholy terror.  Not that she ever did anything in front of daddy.  To 
him, she was his little angel and could do no wrong.  The one time he 
had complained, his father had said, "Oh, it can't be that bad.  Just 
be a man and stand up to her."

Be a man?  Easy for him to say.  Dad was 6'3" tall and built like a 
brick wall.  Jamie, at 14, was barely 5' tall, and tended to take 
after his mother, small, petite.  To make matters worse, his sister 
took after dad.  At 16, she was almost 6' and had more muscles than 
any guy at the junior high Jamie went to school.  The one time he had 
tried to stand up to her, she had crossed his left palm with his 
right shoulder blade just to prove she could.

Jamie trudged back up the walk to the house.  As he went inside, he 
heard his sister yell, "What's taking you so long?"

Jamie faked a light-hearted tone and said, "Just sorting the mail."

"Well, hurry up!"

Jamie sorted through the mail, placing the bills in one pile, the 
junk mail in the trash, and the personal letters and magazines to dad 
in another pile.  Then he came to a strange manila envelope.  It was 
addressed to him with no return address or markings on it of any 
kind.  He quickly opened it.  Inside was a strange medallion on a 
necklace.  No note, letter, or anything with it.  Just the medallion.

His sister yelled, "Aren't you finished yet?!"  Jamie stuffed the 
medallion in his pocket and went upstairs to his sister's room.

He tentatively knocked on the door, and poked his head in.  "You called?"

"Of course I did.  Get in here!"  Jamie stepped into the room.  "I 
got a day job at the body builder & weight lifters' expo today." 
Jamie felt a brief ray of hope that maybe his day wouldn't be a total 
wash.  "But my best friend, Amy, who was supposed to help me, got 
sick, so you're going to take her place."

"Uhm...  What do I have to do?"

"Just play gopher.  Bring attendees their clothes, water bottles, or 
whatever else they want."

"Doesn't sound too bad."

"Good.  Now strip!"

Jamie looked down his body.  "What's wrong with what I've got on?"

"I told you.  You're going to take Amy's place.  You're going to be a 
gopher for the female participants.  And since there's no way they're 
going to let a boy into the women's dressing room, you need to look 
the proper sex."  Jamie sighed and started getting undressed.  There 
was no way he was going to argue with Suzie.  She'd hurt him just for 
trying.  After he was naked, she said, "Go in the bathroom and shave 
your legs."

Jamie trudged into the bathroom and regretfully shaved his legs. 
When he came out, he saw the necklace he got in the mail around 
Suzie's neck.  When she saw him notice, she said, "I found this in 
your pocket.  Are you wearing jewelry now?  Maybe I should keep you 
in dresses full time."  Jamie said nothing, knowing that anything he 
said would just get a nasty response.

He instead looked to the bed where a collection of clothes were. 
There was a dress (thankfully conservative), stockings, and lingerie. 
But looking at it, Jamie grew suspicious.  NONE of this would fit 
Suzie.  In fact, it was just small enough to be his size.  But when 
Suzie picked up the gaffe, commenting on its use, he had to ask, 
"Exactly when did Amy say she wasn't going to make it?"

With an innocent tone, but a canary-swallowing cat's grin, she said, 
"Two days ago, why?"

Jamie sighed.  Suzie had probably been planning this since Amy had 
said something.  But Jamie just grinned and bore it.  She completely 
dressed him up, and Jamie was amazed at the result.  He looked like a 
sweet, innocent, fourteen year old girl.  He only had a brief while 
to admire himself before Suzie yanked him off to go.

The day actually went pretty well.  Thankfully he got to wear his 
sneakers, and once he got over the initial "Oh, god, do they know I'm 
a boy?!" jitters it was actually kind of fun.  Suzie had her own 
stuff to do, so he didn't have to deal with her, and he got to watch 
the women as they dressed in their outfits.  It was strange.  The few 
times he had seen female weight lifters in photos he hadn't been 
impressed.  Like most female athletes, they tended to smaller breast 
sizes, and their larger muscles underneath made the breasts seem 
positively tiny.  But in person, these women were erotic.  The way 
their muscles rippled and flowed was so sensual.  Jamie was glad for 
the gaffe after just a short while.

At one point, most of the weight lifters were out of the dressing 
room, and Jamie looked around for his sister.  He saw her at the 
stage door, gazing longingly at the female hard bodies.  He was about 
to say something when he noticed something about her gaze.  It was 
the same look his friends (and he assumed he himself) had when 
watching the cheerleaders work out.  He put his hand on her shoulder 
and she nearly jumped out of her shoes.  "Don't do that!"

"Sorry."  Suzie's gaze went right back to the stage.  After a few 
seconds, he asked, "Suzie, are you a lesbian?"

She grabbed him one handed by the throat and slammed him against the 
wall.  "You even think about telling dad and I'll pound you."

Struggling through her iron grip, he wheezed, "I'd never."  After she 
dropped him, he rubbed his throat and said, "You know I really wasn't 
going to say anything.  I was just curious."

"Yeah, well, whatever."  It was the closest thing to an apology she 
was going to give him.

They watched a bit of the show together.  After another minute or so, 
he looked up at her and said, "This does give us something in common."

She looked down at him and asked, "What's that?"

"Our taste in women.  Or are you going to tell me you don't find 
these women totally hot?"

Suzie smiled.  She actually smiled!  She wrapped her arm around him 
and gave him a small hug.  "Little... sister, you're okay."

They watched for a few minutes before she suddenly yanked him towards 
the back.  "Come on!" she yelled.

"What?  Where are we going?"

She said nothing until they got to a small gym.  "This is the women's 
workout area.  A place to stretch, lift small weights, and otherwise 
get ready before doing the impressive stuff in front of the paying 
customers.  Maybe if we're lucky we can find a souvenir or two.  A 
sweaty towel or a water bottle.  If we're really lucky, maybe a 
workout suit or some... unmentionables."  She shoved him into the 
room.  "We'll split the findings fifty-fifty."

As Jamie searched the room, he was briefly struck by the weirdness of 
it all.  Here he was in a dress with his sister, searching a weight 
room for sweaty leftovers of weight lifting super-women.  Problem 
was, whoever cleaned up last did a good job.  There was nary a towel 
to be found, much less any "unmentionables".

While he was searching, he whistled in amazement.  Suzie came over 
and asked, "What is it?  You find something?"

"Not exactly.  Just looking at these free weights.  You said this was 
just light workout stuff?  Well, there's almost 300 pounds on this 
one bar."

Suzie whistled.  "I wish I could see the person who could actually 
USE that sucker!"  When she turned to Jamie, he froze up.  With real 
concern in her voice, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Jamie couldn't speak.  His clothes felt very tight on him, but that 
wasn't why he was frozen.  As soon as Suzie's gaze had fallen on him, 
something froze him in place.  Now it felt as if his clothes were 
shrinking around him.  It wasn't painful, but very uncomfortable. 
The dress gave way first, ripping loudly.  He felt his own chest fill 
out the bra before it's hooks popped free.  He felt his shoes 
stretch, and heard them rip open.  His panties were the last thing to 
go, tearing and falling to the floor.  He looked over to Suzie, 
finding that he actually was looking down on her.

She looked up at him, saying, "Ja...  Jamie?"

"Suzie, what happened?"

She couldn't say anything, but just pointed to the mirror.  He looked 
over and saw in the mirror one of those super-women.  She was 6'6" 
tall, and had more muscles than dad and Suzie combined.  Despite the 
fact that the woman was wearing the tattered remains of the clothes 
he was wearing, it took him a few seconds to realize... THAT WAS HIM! 
He stripped off the dress.  The only thing still in good shape was 
the slip.  He was still wearing stockings, but they had been 
hopelessly stretched out of shape by the huge muscles in his legs. 
He stripped off all his clothes, and took a look at himself.  There 
wasn't a single undeveloped muscle on him.

Suzie finally said "How?"

Jamie thought about it.  "I think I know."  He walked over and picked 
up the weights they had been looking at.  It wasn't effortless, but 
it was easy.  His body was as powerful as it looked.  "Apparently 
your wish was granted."

"But how?"  Jamie shrugged.  Suzie pulled the amulet out from under 
her blouse.  "Maybe this?"

"Makes as much sense as anything."

Suzie grasped the amulet tightly, closed her eyes, and said, "I 
wish...  I wish that Jamie," then almost reluctantly she said, "was 
back to normal."  She slowly opened her eyes, but nothing more had 
changed.  "Didn't work."

"That means either it isn't the source or it only grants one wish." 
Suzie shrugged.  After a few seconds Jamie asked, "Suzie, what were 
you going to wish for originally?"

A look of guilt passed her face.  "Nothing."  Jamie grabbed her upper 
arms and lifted her up.  "Jamie, put me down!"

"Not until you tell me what you originally wanted."

"Jamie, I'm still your big sister.  Now put me down!"

"And what are you going to do if I don't?"  Suzie thrashed uselessly 
in "her" iron grip.  "Come on.  What did you want?"

Finally she settled down, got a really guilty look, and said, "I was 
going to wish.... that you'd want to have sex with me."

"But you still wished for me to be normal first?"

"You are my little brother.  Or... were, I guess."

"Yeah, well, you hardly ever made me feel like it."

"I'm sorry.  It's just...  Ever since mom died I've just felt so 
alone.  Dad only wants to see me as his 'perfect little princess'.  I 
couldn't talk to him about normal woman things like really bad 
periods.  And I think he'd freak if I told him I wanted to be in bed 
with anyone, much less another woman.  I guess I just took it out on 
you."  She looked at Jamie, noticing that she was staring at her new 
cunt with a look of fear.  "What is it?"

"Am I going to have periods now?  And what are we going to tell dad?!"

"We'll think of something."

The door opened and the lead coordinator stuck her head in.  "Jamie, 
what are you doing?  The power lifting competition starts in 15 
minutes.  Play with your sister later."

After she left, Jamie and Suzie gave each other a "What the...?" 
look.  They went back to the dressing room, where Jamie saw his 
workout bag underneath one of the tables.  He opened it and found a 
small bathing suit in the style he had seen other weight lifters 
wearing and put it on.

When they called for the female power lifters, Suzie gave him a quick 
kiss "For luck" and Jamie took the stage.  He found that if he didn't 
think about it, he knew exactly what to do.  What poses to take.  How 
to properly lift, and so on.  He took third place and even got a 
small trophy and a small check out of it.

As the two walked back to the car, Jamie said, "It's lucky you didn't 
wish for me to want sex with you earlier."

"Why's that?"

Jamie pulled Suzie to him and gave her a deep kiss.  "Because all it 
would've done is given you what already is."  Suzie had been too 
stunned to respond at first, but threw her arms around Jamie and 
kissed her deeply.  Jamie then slung her bag over Suzie's shoulder 
and swept her off her feet, carrying her back to the car.

At home, they saw dad's car.  Jamie took a deep breath and said, 
"Well, let's go see what dad has to say about his new kid."

Inside, their dad simply said, "How'd my little princess do at the 
competition today?"

"Uh... third place, dad."

"Good for you.  Go up and get showered and changed and we'll go out 
to celebrate."  Then to Suzie he said, "And how did my little angel 
like the event?  Not too bored I hope."

"Uh, no, dad."

"Sorry I had to stick you with driving your baby sister around, but I 
just couldn't get out of that business meeting."

"It was no problem, dad."

Jamie, picking up on things, said, "Actually, dad, it was a real big 
plus to have my big sis there in the dressing room with me."

"And since your dear old dad can't do that you want her to come along 
more often?"  Jamie nodded.  "Well, that's up to her.  Suzie is old 
enough to have a social life of her own."

Suzie said, "Actually, dad, I think I'll be making more of Jamie's 
competitions from now on.  I really had fun."

"Great.  So go on upstairs and get ready."

Jamie and Suzie walked to the stairs.  Jamie said, "Apparently, no 
one but you and me remembers me as anything other than Jamie, the 14 
yr old, female, competition power lifter."

"Great."

Suzie went into her room, but when Jamie went into her room, 
everything was gone.  The bed, clothes, everything was gone.  In 
their place was a small collection of weight lifting machines and 
free weights.  The entire room had become a small gym.  She heard 
Suzie whisper, "Jamie."  Jamie looked down the hall and saw Suzie 
waving her new sis back to her room.

Jamie came back and went in.  Inside his bed (with more feminine 
sheets), dresser, and other stuff now took up half the room.  Suzie 
said, "Apparently I got more than just a little sister today.  I also 
got a roomie."

"I hope you don't mind."

"Naw."  Suzie pulled Jamie's face down to hers and kissed her, not 
sister to sister, but lover to lover.  "It'll make sneaking into your 
bed in the middle of the night easier."

After Jamie's shower, when Suzie was zipping her into a dress, Suzie 
said, "Y'know, when I planned on going to the event originally, I 
only thought I'd get to ogle a bunch of hard bodies.  I never dreamed 
I'd get to come home with a hard bodied sister-slash-lover of my own. 
I hope you don't think too badly of me, but I'm not sorry I put you 
in a dress and dragged you along."

Jamie turned and gave her a sisterly kiss.  "Suzie, this'll probably 
shock you, but neither am I."
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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