Sister, Sister

"It sounds like if she had said literally anyone else, that's what the result would've been."

"Well, why didn't she name someone famous?" Jackson asked, trying to joke. "I wouldn't mind trying out Taylor Swift," he said, laughing. "See her naked, walk into a bank, and take all her money. Win-win."

"Hey now! I look better than Taylor Swift!" Lisa exclaimed, in a voice that made it clear that she was joking, but not hiding some hurt. Even though Lisa knew why, it hurt hearing someone that looked exactly like her say that someone else looked better.

"I'm sorry," Jackson apologized again, he could tell that he'd hurt Lisa's ego by her defensive tone. He couldn't compliment Lisa's looks without looking like a fake, or being anymore awkward than it things already were.

Ethan could also sense this, so he interjected, "Babe, Jackson doesn't mean it that way. He has a certain taste. He likes what he likes, and I like what I like." Ethan leaned over, about to pat Jackson's shoulder, then hesitated after realizing that if Jackson looked like Lisa, then naturally...

"What? I'm not going to break if you touch me," Jackson said, noticing the action.

"But I'll break him if he touches you!" Lisa said, hitting Ethan playfully. Everyone shared a laugh, and once settled back down, Ethan asked Jackson if he wanted to talk about it, as his mental state was paramount to get over this situation. Jackson declined, saying that maybe not thinking about it would be better. With that, Ethan said that he'd be retiring for the evening, and leaving the 'sisters' to their devices.

---

"Yay! I get to play with my own sister!" Lisa said excitedly. Jackson had resigned himself to being Lisa's dress up doll tonight, and who knew, maybe it'd be relaxing.

"So, what are we doing?"

"First you need a bath! You stink!" Lisa didn't have as much of a filter, and it seemed to be cultural.

"Okay, I'll jump in the shower," Jackson replied.

"No, bath, not shower. I promise you'll like it." Jackson followed Lisa back to the bathroom, and on the way, Lisa got out some big fluffy towels, and a loofa. "Here, just relax in the tub. If you need help with the hair, let me know. Use the Chamomile water conditioner."

"Okay, sure." Jackson drew a bath adding the chamomile bubble bath, finally taking in the reality of his situation. As the water leveled, he kicked off Andrea's clothes, and got in the bath. 'Wow', he thought, shooting back up, it was way too hot. Sucking his teeth, he lowered himself, acutely feeling the slightly hanging lips of his vagina touch the hot water. He lowered himself further, quickly getting used to the temperature of the bath. Looking down, he saw the pert breasts of Lisa, having no buoyancy in the water, unlike Andrea's.

"Andrea...," He thought. They had been together for years, and Jackson hadn't ever shown her any reason not to trust him. Why was she insecure enough to do what she did? Then, the way she treated him after she thought that he was attracted to Lisa. Not even that he cheated, just the mere thought that he was attracted to Lisa brought on by his transformation into her, and she'd shown a side to her that was something he hadn't known. Then there was that crazy ass woman, Joanie. She had to have known the seemingly strong possibility that this would work out the way that it had. Jackson's body was now acclimated to the water, so he sighed, letting his head rest against the back of the tub. He had to clear his mind before he went to sleep...

---

"Hey, you okay?" Lisa asked, lightly knocking on the bathroom door. When she received no answer, she repeated before entering to check on Jackson. Lightly stroking the side of his face, as to wake him as gently as possible, she noticed him stir. "Hey, you sleepy head," she said, as if to her child.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing!" Lisa playfully chided. "Let's get you dried off."

Jackson stepped out of the now lukewarm water, covering himself with his hands.

"You don't have anything I haven't seen!" Lisa laughed, handing him a towel."

"I'm sorry. It's habit."

"I know, I'm just kidding, you are so funny!" She said, patting his shoulder.

"Um, Lisa? Can I have a rain check on the dress up? I just wanna get to sleep with a clear mind. If things don't work in my favor, then I promise I'll do whatever you want, deal?"

Lisa cutely pouted "Awww, I finally get a sister, and she's too busy. It's okay, I know it has to be hard. I'll get you something to sleep in."

"Hmmm, actually, no." Jackson explained how he had awaken in his clothes still. Waking up in his own body wearing Lisa's clothes would be more than he could get over. He thanked her hospitality and graciousness, and told her maybe Ethan's clothes would be better, if he didn't mind. Lisa soon returned with a set of Ethan's pajamas. "Thanks, Lisa. You and Ethan have been so cool about this. I just can't believe this whole thing..."

Lisa simply smiled, and the warmth of her smile made Jackson burst out in tears. He didn't understand why such a simple gesture had such a profound effect on him. Lisa placed him in a hug that could be described as sisterly. Lisa had her own slight tears, as she used her thumbs to wipe away the tears from Jackson's face; her face. There was something about seeing the pain in the face that looked exactly like her own. "It'll be alright," Lisa said, stroking Jackson's hair.

"Thank you, Lisa."

After the shared moment, Lisa took Jackson to his room, telling him "Women de jia jiushi ni de jia. Or how do you say it here?...Mi casa su casa."

"Uh..." Jackson began, but then simply chuckled at the irony of her statement. Lisa left the room wishing him a good night, and shortly thereafter, Ethan knocked.

"Hey man."

"Yeah," Jackson replied softly.

Ethan shook his head softly. "How are you getting on?" He said, averting his eyes from Jackson.

"I'll have an answer in the morning. You guys've been great, especially Lisa. She makes me feel like she really is my sister."

"Thank you. Well, she's a good woman, and that's why I love her. Well, I'm going to head on to our room, I just wanted to see how you were, but I don't want to talk about anything, should your thoughts affect you. I'm rooting for you, see you on the other side."

Jackson nodded.

Ethan left.

Alone with his thoughts, Jackson tried to conjure up images of Andrea, when they met, the first time he beheld her amazing body, all the good times they'd had, their wedding, and how they seemed to get on, despite the age difference. Jackson took care of himself so that he could be worthy of such a woman, he was a classic man in that he wanted to provide for his woman, be her rock, and she could be his everything. So, why? Why would Andrea be concerned about Jackson's feelings?

Jackson caught himself thinking too much about the questions. This curse was finicky in that a mere wrongly timed thought of Lisa changed him into her, he had to get off this subject. But in his heart, he knew it wouldn't be possible if time were left between him and his mind. Maybe seeing and talking to Andrea was the best way forward.

"Jackson?"

"Andrea."

"Are you okay?"

"I need to see you."

--

"Guys, I'm going to see Andrea, she's picking me up. Um, I know this is a big ask, but can I get something to wear?"

"You sure?"

"I am, I was in there doing nothing but thinking about it, questioning. If I see her, maybe uh, I can..I dunno. I just think if I go to sleep now, I'm done."

"Being me isn't too bad. At least you think I'm cute, so you're a cutie!"

Jackson looked at her and sighed with a smile. "I'm sorry."

"Stop that! Now go see your wife!"

Lisa lent Jackson some casual clothes; a simple t-shirt and jeans, this was the second pair of panties Jackson had used since the transformation, it was still weird, but at least he wouldn't have to get used to it.

He again tied his hair into a ponytail, and left once Andrea arrived. He thanked the couple for their hospitality, and told him he'd be back, at work in the morning, as himself.

---

Getting into Andrea's car, Jackson gave her a hug saying, "I was thinking about it, and I think we need to have sex."

"Sex?" Andrea asked, with her perplexment clear.

"I mean, I should get the antidote. I change back, and we do it. The last thing we do tonight."

"You think that'll work?"

"I am not going to change back as things are. Laying down, thinking about your motivations. I tried to think about all the good we've had, but my mind kept circling back to questions, questions that upset me to think about," Jackson said, with calm to his voice. "I think if we just do it, it's the best chance."

With that, they drove to Joanie to receive the anti-curse, which in itself was a curse. Once Jackson explained his reasoning, Joanie agreed that he was likely correct about his inability to change back. She warned them that they needed to be absolutely certain that nothing was in between them when Jackson went to sleep, and they felt sure about things.

Jackson couldn't wait to get back home. It hadn't yet been a full day, but he was over this. In addition to the strangeness of being a woman, and all the differences he could feel, the worst part was being a twin of Lisa. Of course he didn't like the idea of being anyone else, but it couldn't get any more awkward than being changed into a copy of his best friend's wife. Then, as a twin of Lisa, Jackson had no legal existence, and Jackson had no physical presence, he couldn't do his job, or take care of any of his other obligations. The situation was less than ideal.

Making it home, Jackson rushed to the bathroom, and removed Lisa's clothes. He then took the vial given to him by Joanie. As the liquid poured down his throat, he felt apprehensive, if this worked as described, the form of Lisa was now his default body, and this was temporary until he and his wife slept together. If anything was off, he would revert back to that form, but that wasn't going to happen. They would sleep together, and Jackson would have nothing on his mind except Andrea's sexy body.

Jackson fell to the floor, clutching his chest as the changes overtook him. He quickly grew larger, hairier, and muscles filled out, he saw his skin lighten, his breaths drew deeper, all of the curves from Lisa's body melted away, his breasts shrunk until they were well defined pecs with male nipples, the lips of his vagina plumped until they became his testes once again, and the clit grew until it became his impressive member. He rose, feeling himself, grateful that he was once again a man, Jackson Gage, a confident man among men.

He emerged from the bathroom in his full glory, much to the excitement of his wife. She jumped on him, and he was able to easily catch her, the pair beginning to kiss. His dick was so hard that it could have held her up. Jackson caressed Andrea's soft, giving body. Thinking about Lisa's body, this cemented exactly why he wanted Andrea. How did she not know how sexy she was to him? "Hold on.."

"Um, what is it, babe?" Andrea asked with a husky tone. She was into it as much as Jackson.

"I want to talk before we do this. I want to know why you did this."

"Why now?"

"Because when I feel your sexy body, it makes me wonder why do you not think I find you the sexiest woman alive?"

Andrea simply answered "I know you do. I didn't have the right context as to why you were Lisa, I got insecure. I had been getting insecure about my abs, and Lisa's are perfect, so I guess I thought..."

"Look at your stomach," Jackson said, running a finger along her sexy stomach, making her jump, and her pink nipples harden. "You are fit and trim, and unlike Lisa, you have hips, thighs, ass, and tits for days. You look like an angel to me; your blue-green eyes are like the deepest part of the sea, I get lost in them, your perfect button nose, your waves of fiery hair, those luscious lips. I sound like a novel describing you, but that's what I felt when I saw you, I still feel that way, right now that I'm beholding you."

Andrea's insecurities were baseless; if Jackson Gage settled down, and married a woman, she had to be the fairest in all the land. However, this was a difference in how she and he processed insecurity. Jackson had none; he knew that he wasn't going to be the absolute best in every regard, in his mind, it was impossible for any human. Someone would be better looking, taller, have more money, be smarter, if not all of those things combined. Certainly, heart throb A-listers and musicians existed. However, Jackson didn't focus on what he didn't have compared to any other man, only on what he did have, and he was content with life as it were. He loved what he did for a living, he was confident, he thought that he was handsome, and he had a beautiful wife, what more could he want?

"Maybe we shouldn't do it tonight. Only the first time matters, not when, right?" Jackson suggested. Try as he might, more questions rang out in his head. They had to wait, life had to get back to normalcy before he attempted to be with his wife. In the course of a day, Jackson's marriage had been upended. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad if the stakes weren't so high. His literal life was in the balance. A conversation like the one they were having, some make-up sex, and if there were any lingering feelings, they could be gotten over in time, and everything would be fine. Now if there was any doubt in his heart, there would be disastrous results. While experiencing the day as Lisa was eye opening, and answered questions that he never asked, that was as much as he wanted.

---

The next morning, Jackson awoke stretching to his full height, with his wife stirring as well from the alarm.

"Morning, Babe."

"Hun," Andrea returned, giving Jackson a light peck on the cheek.

"Say, I had the weirdest dream," Jackson began.

"Hmmm, tell me about it."

Jackson blushed, "It's way too embarrassing," he responded, feeling like a little kid.

"The Jackson Gage, embarrassed? That's a new one," Andrea said, wryly smiling.

"Okay, you have to promise me you won't get mad if I tell you."

"Cross my heart and hope to die," she said with a childish, playful look.

"Okay, so in this dream, I was a woman."

Andrea gasped. That had been real life. Did her husband really think it hadn't happened? What should she say, should she play it off, should she tell him? Andrea's mind was going a mile per minute, trying to decide her next move. However, he was content, and thought that yesterday's incident was merely a dream, if they had sex right now, then he would be able to stay in his original body. Yes!

"Uhm, that's something else! So how was it?"

"Heh, I don't remember the details," His face clearly said that he did. Whether he thought it was a dream, or real was the question. However, she needed to enact this plan now. She decided not to press him about the 'dream', and go ahead and freshen up. She needed to tell Ethan and Lisa not to mention or text anything to Jackson, in hopes not to jog his memory.

Giving herself a once over, Andrea was wearing Jackson's favorite nightie, her full breasts slightly spilled over the lacy cups, and below that, was her flat, sexy stomach with that ever-so-slightly feminine curve, and the high waisted cut brought attention to her sexy hip bones, but also the tantalizing curves of her hips, while the panties hid her slightly puffy mound, showing just enough to make Jackson want to peel them off, and reveal her perfect female parts. She'd curled her hair, and gave her full lips a coat of ruby red lipstick. Looking at the woman in the mirror, that woman had tears in her eyes.

She realized that this woman in the mirror was Jackson's favorite version of her. But it was still her, Andrea, Jackson's wife. Lisa was a cute fit woman, but she could not be the bombshell that Andrea herself was. Andrea knew that one wasn't better than the other, but Jackson had a type, and she was that type.

"This man was happy with me, ME. Why did I react like that!?" She cried, heaving to herself. She had to calm down, and redo her make-up so that he wouldn't question her, only want her. Before exiting the bathroom, she spritzed herself with Jackson's favorite perfume, and put on her face, greeting her surprised husband. "Hey, handsome!" She said, her words playing to his ears like sultry honey.

Jackson looked at his wife. How it turned him on when she wore this getup. There was no more perfect woman on the planet. Even when she wasn't giving him a show. "Wow, you look incredible, Babe."

"And I'm all yours, would you like to unwrap what's yours?"

Jackson brought his wife to him, kissing her neck, answering, "I'd like to take my time." He began to kiss various parts of her body, watching the tale tell signs of her pleasure. While today's lovemaking was an act to help her husband, he was still a sexy man, and an attentive lover, and soon she began to feel the pleasure that was her husband's touch, her act falling way to the reality of making love to the man she loved. "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?" Jackson asked, in between kisses.

"All the time..." She answered, tears welling up, wearing a sad, but grateful smile.

Jackson wiped her tears, holding his wife. "I mean it everytime."

"I know you do," She said, taking his jaw into her hands, bringing him in for a kiss. With that, Jackson unwrapped his gift, and enjoyed every inch of it. Jackson grabbed a condom, to which Andrea shook her head 'no' and pushed it down. The pair practiced safe sex, as Andrea hadn't wanted to be a mom quite yet, and didn't want birth control to wreak havoc on her hormones.

"Are you sure, Babe?"

"I've never been more sure. I love you so much. If I have a part of you in me, it would make me the happiest woman in the world. I know our baby would be perfect."

Jackson couldn't help but to tear at this moment. "I love you too, Babe," he said softly, kissing his wife. As his hardness slid down her sexy stomach, it came to rest right on her cleft. She grabbed his pulsing member using it to masturbate her moistening lady parts, when she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed it down to her waiting hole, feeling the girth spread her apart. He seemed to be harder than ever before. The pair made love with a passion anew. As Jackson reached his limit, Andrea encouraged him to let her have it all. Jackson's engorged member spasmed, shooting jets of semen to Andrea, as her own orgasm overtook her. She couldn't help but wonder how she'd avoided doing this! It was amazing.

Nestled up to one another, Jackson brought Andrea into him, and kissed her on the forehead. "That was amazing, and so are you."

Andrea reached up, and kissed him back, "You were amazing, I've never felt anything like that! One more round before work?" She asked sensually, as she nuzzled his neck. Looking down, and seeing the state of things, she said, "I'll take this as a yes."

---

Jackson headed to the office. This morning with Andrea was amazing! Even more amazing, Andrea was finally willing to give him a child. There was nothing that could ruin this day.

"Asshole!" A driver in a BMW tried to merge into his lane without a signal or looking. "I spoke too soon," Jackson said to himself. "Let's finish this commute without any accidents."

Arriving at his office, he was greeted as usual by his various co- workers.

"Hey, Jackson. Man, you're looking like your usual self today. Nice! I'm assuming it worked?"

"What worked?" Jackson asked, with a puzzled look.

"You know," Ethan began as his phone vibrated, prompting him to look at it. His brow raised quickly, and he looked at Jackson hastily saying, "Oh, uh, man nevermind me."

Jackson shrugged. "I think we'll be trying for a kid, man! Haha, I'll have to stay in the gym to keep up with them. But, I can't tell you how excited I am."