Distorted Reality (New Story Ark)

Distorted Reality

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I just wanted to go to my room but Charlotte was right in my way!

“Move!” I growl, trying to push past her.

Spreading her arms out and standing firm, Charlotte shakes her head.

“Mom wants you to go shower Kris!” he says, pointing back towards the bathroom. “You won’t have time tomorrow morning before we go.”

“Please move Charlotte,” I ask, trying to find a gap between her arms.

“Argh!” she whines. “You’re such a dirty boy! Why do you never want to wash!”

“Oh, shut up,” I groan in reply.

Finally allowing me past, she gives me such a dirty look

“I wish you were a girl,” she spitefully comments, as I glare at her. “You’d be so much nicer.”

“Well, I’m not!” I angrily yell back at her.

Upset by her, and my family’s constant pressure to do stuff I don’t want to, I rush to my room and slam the door closed.

Leaning up against the back of the bedroom door, I wipe at my tearful eyes.

“I wish I was a girl too….,” I sob and grit my teeth. “But I’m a stupid boy. I wish everyone would stop giving me such a hard time!”

Tears now streaming down my face, I throw myself headfirst onto the bed. Crying into my pillow, I hoped they’d all just leave me alone.

I knew mom was going to be mad I didn’t wash my hair, but I just don’t care about how I look.

She’s always telling me to take pride in my appearance, but as much as I try, I just don’t like my body!

Wrapping myself into the sheet, I continue sobbing gently as my eyes begin to feel heavy.

The next thing I know, I’m waking up and sunshine is streaming into my room. Sitting up in my bed, I rub my sore eyes.

“Erm…….,” I mutter confused, as I look around my room.

Everything looked so very different!

I knew it was defiantly my room, by the shape and features, but the walls are pale pink.

That wasn’t the only change, all my toys are gone and replaced with stuff I’d expect a girl to be playing with.

Rubbing my eyes once more, I take another look it cemented the fact this really wasn’t my room!

Bemused, I slowly get out of my bed and that’s when I realize my body feels so incredibly different.

I feel the movement of hair tickling my shoulders. I feel the very soft dainty underwear around my shoulders, chest, and backside.

Shocked, I look down to see the budding bosom of a young teenage girl, encased in a flowery-looking bra.

My eyes grow wide when I look past and down towards my crotch. It appeared to be completely flat!

Where’s on earth is my manhood!? What the hell is going on!? Am I a girl!? That’s not right for a boy!

Rushing over to the full-length mirror, I stand in front of it in complete bewilderment. The reflection staring back at me was of a young girl!

A girl that looked oddly like me and a younger version of my sister!

Long curly blonde hair, freckles on her face, and super bright blue eyes.

Gasping, I bring my hands to my face.

My heart skips a beat as the girl in the reflection does the same thing exactly that same thing!

Slowly a grin appears on my face. Has Charlotte’s wish come true! Have I got my deepest desire!?

I’m a real living breathing girl!

“Krissy?” I then hear mom call out on the other side of my door. “Are you ready baby?”

Not giving me a second to answer, I turn around as the door swings open.

Mom looks at me in disappointment. Slowly shaking her head from side to side.

She must be just as confused as I am! She’s clearly seeing my transformed body for the first time too.

“Sweety!” she whines, moving over to my wardrobe.

Confused by my mother's lack of response to my clear gender swap, I watch her with my mouth wide open. No way she couldn’t have noticed the hair on my head or the budding bosom on my chest!

That’s when I noticed the change in my wardrobe. It used to be a dull brown color, but now it was a bright yellow color. I wasn’t even sure really if it was mine, to be honest!

“Can you please get dressed,” she insists, opening the wardrobe and pulling out a bright red dress. “We’ve got to leave soon and I want you looking your best for grandma.”

Hooking the dress onto the door, she looks back at me with a smile.

“Charlotte said she’d help you with your makeup,” she states, moving back towards the bedroom door.

Super confused by everything, I look at her like she’s gone completely crazy!

I know deep down I’m supposed to be a girl and now my body matches, but I’d never told that to any of my family. They should be terrified I’ve just randomly transformed into a girl!

“Don’t look at me like that,” mom whines, standing in the doorway, glaring back at me.

“I'm confused mom…..,” I mumble, looking down at my half-naked female body. “Aren’t you concerned that your son is now a girl…!?”

Rolling her eyes at me, she clearly wasn’t upset. More just inconvienced.

“Stop being silly Kris,” she replies. “We’ve told you before! Your body will change as you get older and you will get curves like your sister. Also, stop worrying about if you look like a boy or not! I defiantly don’t want to hear that you’d rather wear pants and shirt….ok!””

Giving me another shake of her head, she sternly points at the dress hanging up and closes the door behind her.

Stunned, I just stand on the spot with my mouth gaping wide open.

What on earth has happened!?

She just totally spoke to me believing I’ve always been a girl!

Holding my hands out in front of me, I could see my nails are painted bright pink.

This is crazy! I’ve got vivid memories of being a boy!

As much as I’ve wished for it, I’ve never been a girl….!?”

Lowering my hands towards my crotch, I had to confirm it to myself for real. Gently running my fingers over my panties, there was no mistaking what I felt.

The flatness and sensitivity of girly parts hidden beneath!

“Sis!?” I hear Charlotte say, gently pushing open my door.

Jumping back with embarrassment, I feel my face go red as she enters the room and stares at me.

She’s wearing the same style and color dress mom had just picked out for me. Her hair and makeup looked perfect.

“Mom wants me to do your hair and makeup,” Charlotte says, moving to the desk in my room.

Charlotte places a whole load of stuff onto the desk and I’m left wondering where my PC has is.

It’s gone! Replaced by some big vanity mirror.

I mean, I do kinda like it though.

“Sit,” Charlotte then commands, pointing at the chair in front of the mirror.

Awkwardly, I do so.

Trying my best to cover my body with my arms, I walk curiously towards her in just my panties and bra.

I couldn’t stop myself from feeling so exposed. I’d never want my sister catching me wearing clothing like this!

Subconsciously, I start trying to hide my body from her with my arms.

“You wouldn’t be cold if you’d got dressed like mom had asked,” Charlotte remarks as I sit down.

Now standing directly behind me, I watch Charlotte inspecting my hair, through the reflection in the mirror.

She gently runs her fingers through my lush curls. I could feel the weight of my hair, as she playfully bounced sections.

“Good thing you didn’t wash your hair last night…,” she comments, reaching for a large can of hair spray. “I’m so jealous of how natural your curls are…..”

Spraying my hair, I close my eyes tight.

After a few seconds, she stops and puts the can down, and moves around to my side.

As I open my eyes, Charlotte had her hands in front of my face.

“I’m just going to sweep your bangs more to the side,” she says, doing exactly that.

After a second spraying down of hair spray, she stands behind me and gently starts lifting my hair for volume.

It felt so very strange, but kinda nice, having so much hair on my head. I’d always wanted to have naturally long hair. Mom would never let me grow it out like this!

“I’m not going to cover your freckles with excess foundation,” she then says, reaching to her makeup kit.

I look up at her bemused. Have I asked her to do that in the past? I really don’t remember being a girl and asking her to do such a thing…!?

“Don’t look at me like that Krissy,” she moans, gently touching my cheeks. “You’re a thirteen-year-old girl. Freckles are cute on a girl your age!”

“They are….?” I ask, gently touching my femininely transformed face for the first time. “

“Yes!” she retorts, seemingly annoyed. “I don’t wanna hear that you don’t want to be called cute either!”

Accepting that she thinks I’m cute, I  then watch Charlotte in complete awe. She works on my face with real grace and diligence.

Seems my sister is unchanged. She seems totally normal!

This was however the first time, in a long time, that we’d been in the same room for more than ten minutes without arguing with each other. That wasn’t normal.

Allowing her to waft the soft brushes over my skin made me really relax and sit back to enjoy the experience.

I’d always dreamed of this happening to me. Just getting on with my sister like this was a miracle!

“You’re sitting really nicely today Krissy,” Charlotte says, gently touching my lips with peach-flavored lip gloss. “It’s almost like you’re a completely different person!”

Instantly feeling a bit of tension, I give her a sideways glance.

“W-what do you mean….?” I awkwardly ask with a laugh, sinking into the chair.

Stopping, Charlotte looks at me through the mirror. Giving me a friendly smile, she gently taps at her chin.

“Well…..y’know,” she replies, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Mom’s asked for me to do your makeup before and usually you’re dead set against it! Spouting all this nonsense that some girls don’t have to be girly.”

“Do I?” I say, now even more curious than before. “Do I act like a boy?”

Looking back at me through the mirror, she gently nods her head.

“Yeah…..,” she says in agreement. “I guess you kinda do.”

“Oh,” I remark.

Charlotte then quickly puts the finishing touches on my makeup.

Looking at myself in the mirror, it was now even harder to recognize the person staring back at me.

At least before, when I wasn’t wearing lipstick and eyeshadow, I could still see the resemblance of my usual self. Now I looked very different.

“You best get into your dress,” Charlotte tells me, breaking my longing gaze into the mirror. “At least mom’s going to be happy you’ve let me put makeup on you. Thanks for being a good lil’sis!”

“Oh……errr,” I mumble, as Charlotte gathers her stuff. “You’re welcome.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Charlotte gives me a wide grin. Just as she stands in my doorway, she turns back to look at me.

“You really are acting strange today…..,” she says, narrowing her eyes with suspicion. “If it’s some sort of ploy, please don’t ruin the visit to grannies. Mom will be furious!”

Waving away her concerns, I give her a stupid grin in reply.

Charlotte closes the door behind her and it leaves me with so many unanswered questions!

Right now, who am I!?

Am I still me?

I mean, I’m clearly the female version of myself, but I’m defiantly a boy.

I remember having my own winky!

Whoever I am right now, appears to act completely opposite to me too. I’d never argue about wearing such pretty clothing or having my makeup done!”

Really confused, I stand up and approach the dress hanging up.

Taking a few seconds to work out how to get it on, I unzip the side and put my legs in.

Pulling it up over my hairless feminine body, I couldn’t believe how excited I was to wear such a garment.

It was crazy how the curves of the dress snugged around my body. Once I’d got the side zipped back up, it actually felt super comfortable.

Wafting the skirt of the dress side to side, I couldn’t help but smile!

“Kris!” Charlotte says interrupting, tapping on my door. “Wake up….!”

Gently brushing stray hairs from my eyes, I’m left bemused by what I’ve heard. She’s literally just been in here doing my makeup. Why is she telling me to wake up?

“Wake up…..?” I mutter, looking around the room for some shoes to go with my dress.

“Kris!” She calls out again, this time like she’s in the room with me. “Wake up!”

Sharply turning to look behind me, I find on one is in the room with me. It’s just me!

“Wake up!” she says again, louder and like she's directly in front of me.

Frantically looking around the room, I’m still very much alone!

That’s when I feel someone touch me!

In an instant, I find I’m lying in my bed with Charlotte standing over me with a grumpy look on her face.

I instantly felt completely different!

I could no longer feel the weight of my lush curls!

I couldn’t taste my peach lip gloss!

I could feel something now awkwardly nestled between my legs.

“Kris!” Charlotte growls, pulling my bedding clean off the bed. “You’ve got to get up! It’s time to get dressed!”

Sitting up like I’d been attached to a springboard, I almost hit Charlotte in the face.

“Good,” she grunts, stepping back. “Get dressed.”

Stunned for the second time, I look around my room and it’s changed once more.

Gone are the pale pink walls, replaced by the usually turgid blue.

Rubbing my eyes, I consider what I’ve just experienced.

Was all that just now a bloody dream!!??

“Kris…..?” Charlotte then says with confusion in her voice. “Why is there a girly red dress in your room!”

Looking over nervously, she was right!

The same red dress I’d been wearing seconds ago hangs in my room.

“I….err…..,” I mumble, knowing how vivid everything felt moments ago. “I don’t know!”

“Weirdo,” Charlotte groans, flicks her hair and quickly exits.

“Huh…!?” I huff, too preoccupied with investigating my hands, do react to her insult.

Looking down at my body, I pinch myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Ouch!” I moan. “Deffo not a dream!”

So what the hell was that just then! Did I just dream I was a girl!”

Holding my head in my hands, I let out a loud long whine.

“Brain!” I growl in frustration. “Why would you show me that perfect life! Why give me that taste of feminity, only to wake me up to this gross reality!”