Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2002 02:05:39 +0930
From: Genni Smith <genni_s@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sister myself (TG magic Sci Fi)

My Sister, Myself

By Genni Smith


Jason Andrews was pissed off. It wasn't bad enough that he was stuck at
Home baby sitting his 7-year-old sister on a Saturday morning, now she'd
disappeared and his parents would kill him. He was watching television
when Katie wandered in and changed the channel to some girly cartoon
series and said she was bored. Jason had one of his brain waves and
suggested a game of hide and seek which Katie jumped at. He closed his
eyes, started counting and then opened his eyes and went right on
watching television.

But now mum was due home any second and Katie was still missing, and
Jason was pissed off. The only place he hadn't looked for her was his
Dad's shed, but even she wouldn't be stupid enough to go out there. Hang
on, he thought, she's seven and a girl. Of course, she was stupid
enough. Checking his watch he saw he only had about 10 or 15 minutes
before his mum came home so he went to the shed and gingerly opened the
door.

The shed was off limits to both of them because it was where their dad
did much of his tinkering. Steven Andrews fixed computers for a living
and tinkered with different gear for fun, and he kept the shed as his
own private sanctuary. Katie would really cop it if she were found in
here, it meant she had taken the key from the kitchen. If she were in
the poop then Jason would be in even deeper. Why? He was eldest; oldest
kids are always the ones who "should have known better" and "Should have
been looking after your little sister/brother." Sometimes he wished he
was the youngest so he could be babied as Katie was. She got away with
murder.

Jason's eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness in the large shed
and he looked around for Katie. Something moved in the corner the
furthest from him, and he carefully picked a course through the junk. "I
will kill you shrimp." He said as he grabbed her and groped for the
light switch. He didn't see one of his dad's machine's spring into life.

"Ow," Katie cried. "You're hurting me Jason."

"I'll do more than hurt you if mum finds us out here." He grunted as he
got her in a headlock. "Now we will get out of here, lock the shed, go
inside and act innocent when mum rocks up. Got it?"

"Yes, just leave me alone." Katie's struggling caused Jason to lose his
balance and they both fell back onto a pile of cables and connections.

Everything seemed to spin for a few seconds, and then Jason felt
something strange. When he fell, he hit the floor, but now he seemed to
be sitting on something the moved.

"Get off me," A familiar voice said to him and then he was pushed, hard.

"Ow." Two small hands rushed up to cover his mouth in surprise at the
small voice he now had. It was Katie's voice. He turned and looked
straight into his own eyes.

He barely saw those eyes look at him in the same shock he was feeling
when the door was thrown open, and Jane Andrews stood there glaring at
them.

"What on earth?" She shouted. "You two, go to your rooms and wait there
'til I can talk this over with your father."

"But......" Jason started before his mother cut him off.

"Save it young lady. I am so mad at the two of you now that I don't even
want to see you. Go."

Katie looked to Jason who looked up at her not knowing what to do. They
had both seen their mum like this before and both of them knew not to
get even more off side with her when she was in one of her moods.

"Move it." Jane Andrews shouted again.

-oOOo-

An hour later Jason sat in his sister's body in his sister's room. This
was not the way he wanted to spend this or any other Saturday. He should
be out with his mates like any other normal 12-year-old boy. Only now he
was a 7-year-old girl. He looked down at the "My little Pony" watch in
his tiny wrists. It was already 11:30 and he was still dressed in the
nightie his sister had worn to bed the night before.

The door opened, and his father stood there. He looked huge now and
angry. Jason felt scared. He knew he wasn't in any physical danger, but
he was still scared in a way kids get when they know they are in for a
yell, a lecture, the silent treatment and any number of other
punishments parents seem to love to dream up. He didn't know whether he
could tell him that he was now his sister, and she was now he. Hell, he
didn't know whether his parents would believe him.   "You'd better come
out to the kitchen then." His dad said.

Jason knew this was stage two of the punishment. Whenever he'd done
anything really bad his mum or dad would send him to his room until they
could discuss things with the other one. After they had cooled down and
talked about it a bit Jason was always brought into the kitchen and told
his part of the story.

Only this time, sitting with his mother, was Katie in his body. He was
so short he almost had to climb onto the kitchen chair.

"Right," Their dad started. "What were you two doing in the shed?"

Both of them talked immediately, and it got confusing so a large that
arm was raised until Jason and Katie fell silent. "Who went in there
first?"

"She did," Jason said pointing at Katie.

"We were just playing hide and seek Daddy and I was sick of getting
found so I just thought......"

"So I went in to find her, but we fell and swapped and mum came in. I
tried to tell her."

"Hang on a second? Go back a bit. Why do you keep calling your brother
'her' young lady?"

"Because she's Katie and I am Jason," Jason said as he pushed some of
Katie's long hair out of his face. "We swapped bodies when we fell."

Both parents looked at each other, and then his dad said. "This is very
important, where were you when you fell?"

"In the far corner..."

"There was many wires," Katie interrupted her older brother. "They were
like snakes."

Steven Andrews looked at his wife. "I Better go check the machine."

"I'll make some lunch." She nodded and got up to start some sandwiches.
"You two can go back to your rooms for now. I will call you in awhile."

-oOOo-

A Half an hour later Jason gently opened his door and sneaked to the
toilet. He had to reach up to open the door and then again on the other
side to lock it. He lifted the seat, and the hem of the girly nightly he
still wore. Balking a little at the lacy white panties that now encased
his tiny bum he pulled them down and reached for his penis. Nothing. Of
course, he shuddered as he thought, I am a girl down there now. He
pulled the elastic of the panties out away from his body and looked at
the puffy lips that now sat at the junction of his little girly legs.
The urge to pee bought his attention to the task, and he started
rethinking the job. Never having been a girl before Jason wasn't exactly
sure how to go about this new challenge. He knew he had to sit now and
quickly did so but how did you let go? He said there trying out muscles
he used to have and new ones, but still nothing came out. Finally, he
just relaxed and the urine began to flow. "Erk." He cried in his new
tiny voice as he tried in vain to stop the flow. He spread his legs. A
little and the pee finally started going into the toilet. It surely felt
different peeing this way Jason thought as he reached for some paper to
dry his thighs.  When he stood up he realized there was one other place
he needed to dry. "That was disgusting," He grumbled as he headed back
to Katie's room. The back of the nightie was wet too and it slapped
against his legs as he walked.

He'd only just sat on the bed when the door opened again, and his mother
looked down at him. "Come on then," she said. "Lunch is ready."

-oOOo-

Jason ate his sandwich in silence but constantly glared at Katie who
stuck her tongue out at him when their parents weren't watching. This
was stage 3, the silent treatment. They both sat there glaring at the
kids and saying very little to each other. Jason ate slowly because when
he was finished eating stage 4 started.

It started as soon as he was done eating. "Your father has had a look at
the machine, and we believe your story about the swap."

"But," Steve said. "It doesn't explain why you were out there in the
first place." Katie in Jason's body started to say something but her dad
cut her off. "No, let me finish. You were both told to stay out of the
shed and both of you, for whatever reason, went out to the shed and
fooled around with equipment you know nothing about." He turned to his
daughter in his 12-year-old sons body. "You young lady may only be 7,
but you knew you it was wrong to get the key and go into the shed didn't
you?"

"Yes, but......"

"Yes or no?"

"I'm sorry daddy." She cried, but it looked funny to see a 12-year-old
boy sob like a baby.

"Yes or no Katherine Jade?"

"Yes," She bawled.

Jane turned her attention to her son. "And you, you were supposed to be
watching your little sister. You know your father, and I have to work on
Saturday mornings. It pays for the little things like this house and the
food you eat and the clothes you wear. At twelve we thought you would be
able to handle a few hours on a Saturday morning on your own. All you
had to do was wake up, make your beds, make breakfast and then watch
television together until I got home. All you had to do was keep an eye
on her and make sure she didn't do anything silly like go into your
dad's shed. It seems your not ready for responsibility yet."

"We were playing hide and seek," Jason said, sounding like a whining
little girl much to his shame. "How was I supposed to know she'd go in
the shed?"

"Hide and seek huh? More like hide and stay watching the t.v. if I know
you. The problem with 12-year-olds is they think they know everything
and they think the world revolves around them. I'd expect it from your
sister because she's a baby, but I had hoped you wouldn't be so
selfish." Jason looked down at his little hands sitting in his soft
satiny nightie covered lap.

Time to turn to Katie again. "And I think we have underestimated you
Missy. Here, we are babying you and thinking everything that goes wrong
in this house is your brothers fault. Seems to me if you are grown up
enough to get keys and open locks your not supposed to open then you are
old enough for a few new responsibilities. So here's the deal kiddies.
Your mother and I have talked about this and we think the best
punishment is to leave you as you are." Jason was stunned. "There is one
week of school left for the year, and then the Christmas holidays start.
When you go back to school next year, we will swap you back. Until then
you will stay as you are."

Jane nodded. "You've proven you can't handle responsibility Jason, and
now you won't have to. You can just be a 7-year-old girl who does little
girl things."

"Don't you laugh miss?"  Steve shouted. "You will be doing all of his
chores and his paper round. If you have any spare time after that I will
fill it up with more jobs. It will be easy now that you are big and
strong. You can start by cleaning up that pigsty of a room. Now thank
you."

Katie was crying as she dragged her bum out of the kitchen.

"And you, you're not even out of your pajamas." His mum said to him. "Go
wait for me in  your room and we'll get you showered."

Jason was still in shock. They were serious. He would be a 7-year-old
girl for 3 whole months. He thought back to the toilet awhile ago and
shuddered. "Imagine having to pee like that every day for 3 months." He
mumbled as he walked to the bathroom.

"Shouldn't we tell them the truth?" Jane said when Jason was out of
hearing range.

"What? That It'll only be 'til Christmas day?" Steve said. "Nah that will
be their gift. Come on Jane, we both agreed we were doing the right
thing. Katie is such a baby that it could put her into danger unless we
toughen her up a bit. Put it this way, didn't you say she almost got
into a car a few months back?"

"Yes, I did." Jane shivered at the thought of her little girl getting
into a stranger's car.

"She's so dependent on adults she sees every adult as an authority
figure. If any adult tells her to do something she does it. You know I
am right."

"I know," she nodded. "And Jason can certainly use taking down a peg or
two."

"Ah ha, we were just saying last night he was getting too big for his
boots and what better way to cure that than to make him be a little
girl?"

"You're right there."

"Okay, so I'll handle Katie. She'll be so busy doing Jason's jobs she'll
be perfectly happy to go back to being a little girl. Hopefully, a
little tougher too" Steve said.

"And I'll have fun making Jason a pretty young Miss." Jane smiled. "By
Christmas he'll be practically begging for more responsibility."

-oOOo-

"This is like a yo-yo," Jason grumbled as he again sat on Katie's Bed.
"Get in your room, come out of your room. Make up your mind."
His gaze drifted around the room, and he snorted at the femininity of
it. Little pink rose buds on a white background for the wall paper, a
Little Mermaid bedspread, numerous stuffed toys, lots of little girl
jewelry and hair clips and worst of all, a huge poster of two kittens
playing with some balls of wool. He missed the Pamela Anderson pin up in
his own room.

"Okay miss," His mum said from the doorway. "Time to get you showered
and dressed. We're going shopping."

Even his mother seemed to tower over him now, and Jason was getting
pretty sick of looking up at people. "all right." He sighed. "Let's get it
over with."

"That's the spirit Princess." Jane Smiled.

-oOOo-

After an embarrassing shower where his mum told him to soap between his
legs, Jason emerged from the shower looking like  a drowned rat.
Ringlets of his sisters dark brown hair spilled over his shoulders and
back. The water had made the hair surprisingly heavy, and the towel his
mother had wrapped around his head made his neck sore from the weight.
Another seemingly huge towel was wrapped around his body, and he started
to dry himself.

"No baby, we girls have much softer skin. You'd better pat yourself dry."

"Pat?" Jason quizzed.

" Like this honey." Jane proceeded to dry her son for the first time in
about 4 years. Of course last time his little naked body looked quite
different from the delicate little girl who stood before her.

-oOOo-

Jane carefully watched Jason's reactions as she opened his new wardrobe.
There seemed to be no reaction at all, he obviously didn't see anything
wrong. While he was in the shower, she came back into the room and took
all the pants and shorts. He'll find it hard to forget he's now a little
girl if he's always dressed in skirts and dresses. Jane would show him
who wore the pants in the family, and it wouldn't be the pretty little 7
year old girl. She took awhile to choose what he would wear that day. It
was lucky that Katie was quite feminine and even after she'd taken
anything remotely male out of the wardrobe she still had plenty to choose
from. She got some undies out first. " Here, put these on."

Jason took the tiny article of clothing and looked at it with disdain.
The panties were white cotton with little pink love hearts about a
centimeter wide all over them and there was lace on the legs and waist
openings.  Slowly he pulled them on and again he saw the lips between
his legs. When the panties were all, they way up he turned back to his
mother; she had pulled out a dress from the wardrobe.

It was a little sleeveless pink cotton sundress with a Peter Pan collar.
"Arms up sweetie." Jane instructed then slipped the dress over his head,
pushed the long hair out of the way and buttoned up the three tiny
buttons at the back. "Very pretty. Now go and sit in front of the mirror
and we'll do your hair."

Jason stared glumly at his reflection, or rather at his sister's
reflection. Wide brown eyes, cute button nose, dimples and slightly
chubby cheeks all framed by slightly damp chestnut colored hair that
fell to the bottom of his small shoulder blades. His mothers image
appeared behind his tiny one, and he felt the tickle as she blow-dried
his hair and combed out the tangles. Then his mum took some hair from
the right side of his face and some from the left and bought them
together at the back of his head. A quick twist of a pink scrunchie and
two bobby pins later and the hair was done, out of his eyes at least, he
thought, but the jewelry had yet to begin.

"Stay still bub and I'll put some earrings in."

"In my ears?" He shrieked covering both ears and closing his eyes.

Jane smiled. "Of course princess, that's where earrings usually go."
Gently taking his right ear she pushed the earring into place and put
the back onto it and then she repeated it with the left one. "there you
go, oh open your eyes you big baby, it's all over. It didn't hurt did
it?"

Looking again at the scary little reflection he saw the twinkle of two
little diamond studs. Quickly a gold necklace was put around his neck
and Jason screamed as his long hair got caught in the chain. A charm
bracelet followed along with a little ring.

"Now miss." Jane instructed as she pulled out a pair of little white
sandals. "Sit down and put these on then we can go."

He sat and let his mum do up the straps. It was incredible how quick he
had gotten used to having her do everything for him. He should be pissed
off at her. "Where are we going?" He asked.

"I told you, shopping. We'll catch the bus into town and have a girl's
day out huh?"

"Great."

"And I will buy you a new party dress for Jessica Sanders' 7th birthday
party tomorrow. And a present for her too."

"I'm not going to that party." Jason spluttered. "No way."

"Way." Jane nodded pulling him to his feet. "For the next three months
you are Katie. You will do what Katie does. That includes Ballet and tap
lessons, Brownies and singing lessons. What you want doesn't matter any
more. I've been watching you for a while waiting for the day you really
hurt your sister. Your Uncle John used to do the same to me, and I hated
him. You just keep riding her though and when you get too rough you
blame her. Well, from now on She can pick on you and see how you like
it. Now, lets go."

-oOOo-

Jason was embarrassed. He was sitting on his mother's lap on a bus
heading for town. In one day he had gone from being a 12-year-old boy
who could do pretty much what he wanted to being a 7 year old girl who
never seemed to be alone. And to top it all off a few of his friends
from school were a couple of seats behind them, and he was sure each
laugh he heard was aimed at their mate who is now a little girl.  He
knew he was being paranoid, but it didn't help matters.

When they hit the town, he was dragged from shop to shop trying on and
buying the most feminine dresses his mother could find along with all
sorts of underwear and a new one-piece pair of bathers in hot pink. He
was glad when they stopped for lunch only lunch sucked too. He wanted a
Big Mac and a shake, but his mum told him he would never finish it now
he had his sister's stomach. He ended up getting a McHappy meal but his
mum drank all but a quarter of the coke. Jason could only eat about
three quarters of the junior burger which surprised him, normally he
could knock off three or four of them. To add insult to injury he needed
to pee again. This was not fun.

-oOOo-

Jason whined as his mother led him to the Ladies room. "I can go to the
bathroom on my own." He franticly tried to pull his tiny hand out of
hers, but her strength held him firmly in place.

"I've had just about enough of you young lady," his mother Jane suddenly
snapped. "You've done nothing to make this day any easier on yourself."
She dragged him back into one of the shops.

"Not that," Jason said in his little girl's voice. "Please Mum, not
that."

"Mummy, you will call me mummy," Jane quickly whispered as she  paid for
her purchase, and then said, in a louder voice. "I'm sorry baby, but
this is a big town, and there are plenty of sick people around here. I
can't take the chance you'll get lost."

Placing her hand bag on the ground Jane bent down and adjusted the
straps of the strange looking device until she thought it would fit her
daughter's body. "There you go."

Jason looked down, too mortified to look around and see people looking
at him. He was now strapped into a device that linked him straight to
his mothers hand. In one day he'd gone from 12-year-old boy to 7 year
old girl to family dog. A damned baby leash.

"Now honey, didn't you need a wee wee?" His mother smiled down at him.

"Yes mummy."

-oOOo-

As he and his mother came up the driveway of their house, they could see
the improvement in the garden. The lawn had been cut, the weeds had been
pulled out, trees had been pruned and the edges all clipped.

"Well, it looks like your sister and father had been busy," Jane said
heaving all the new dresses she'd bought for her son, including a fluffy
little party dress for the following day.

"Katie did all this?" Jason asked in amazement. "Good, if she hadn't
been messing around in the shed none of this would have happened."

"Ah ha, and if you looked after her as you were supposed to you'd still
be 12 years old and male. Come on, let s go give your daddy a fashion
show."

And that's just what he had to do. He put on every new outfit, including
the bathing suit, and paraded in front of his father and had to listen
to every remark about how pretty it made him appear. But the loudest
oohhs and aahhhhs were saved for the pink lacy party dress. He endured
it all but made a promise to make his sister pay for this accident also
for laughing at him as he modeled the new  white ballet leotard and
tights.

-oOOo-

The rest of the night was pretty much a non-event. Jason was too ashamed
to get up to any mischief and Katie was just too tired after all of her
work in the garden. Both stayed in the lounge room watching television
most of the time, only moving off the couch to eat and make a few
uncomfortable and unusual calls to the bathroom.

That was until seven o'clock when his mother came into the room. "Shower
time Katie and then off to beddy byes."

Jason simply looked over at his old body, expecting her to get up and go
to bed just as she did every night.

"Not her buddy. You."

"Sleep?" Jason protested while his sister started laughing. "It's still
light out there."

"7:30 was Katie's bedtime so now it's yours. She can stay up until
9:30."

"Suffer." Katie giggled. Well, what passed for a giggle with her new
male voice.

"We can do this the hard way," Jane started as she put her hands on her
hips. "or the easy way. It's your choice."

He knew the fight was over. It always was when his mum used that tone of
voice. "I need the extra sleep anyway," he sulked.

"Good night KATIE," Katie said. "Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs
bite."

-oOOo-

After A bubble bath which Jason reluctantly agreed was nice, he put on a
fresh pair of panties and a red baby doll nightie and sat while his
mother brushed out his long brown hair a hundred times. He was tired
when he finally lay in bed and asleep not long after.

-oOOo-

Steven Andrews bought his wife breakfast in bed, a Sunday morning ritual
since their marriage. "It's pretty quiet out there Jane. How do you
think it's going?"

"A bit too quiet for my liking. Maybe we're being a bit mean about this.
I don't think I can hold off until Christmas."

"I don't think three weeks will kill them sweetheart." Steve shrugged
and poured them both a cup of tea.

"I just get this feeling we'll be surrounded by a bunch of reporters one
day, all of them asking why our son went on a rampage with a machine
gun."

"Lets face it Jane, with our son that was on the cards before now."

"That's true......" Jane's attention turned to the shouting from another
part of the house. "Oops, looks like the kids are up. Better see what's
going on before she really hurts him."

They got up and walked to the bathroom, only to find Jason, panties
around ankles, being held in a headlock by Katie.

"What the hell is going on here?" Steve demanded.

"I was in here already," Jason started in his whiny little girl's voice.
"She burst in and told me to get out. Easy for her to say, I was in the
middle of.... you know."

"Put your brother down and tell me what the rush was." Jane asked Katie.
"What have you got behind your back?"

"Nothing."

"Katherine Jade Andrews. Give it to me now."

Slowly her 7-year-old daughter pulled her hand into view. She was
holding a copy of Playboy magazine.

Steven shuffled nervously and coughed and Jason's eyes bugged out of his
head. Jane however looked at her daughter quizzically. "I don't
underst.... Oh my God." Katie's guilty face told her she was right.

"Erm. . I think the less said about this the better." Steve said
quietly. "Now, Katie, get dressed and take this money to the corner
shop. We're out of milk, and I need a coffee with breakfast."

"We don't need milk," Jane whispered in her husband's ears.

"I know, but it breaks up this awkward moment. Jason, finished what you
were doing here and then go and wait in your room until we call you down
for breakfast.

-oOOo-

The reflection that seemed to taunt him from the mirror looked all the
sillier to Jason as he stood dressed for the party. His mother tugged
the skirt down over the mass of petticoats and she even pulled up the
little pair of white tights he was wearing. "Very pretty." Jane smiled.
"All you need now is a purse, a hat and Jessica's present and we can
go."

"I feel ridiculous." Jason protested.

"I know baby but you look adorable. You'll be the prettiest girl there."
Jane placed a little straw hat on his head and handed him a little pink
purse that matched the dress. "I'll get the present on the way out of
the house. Come on princess, we'll be late."

-oOOo-

There were only two other boys at the party. Jessica's five-year old
brother and a friend of his, but they weren't interested in a dumb girl
in a stupid party dress. He spent most of his time playing games like
pass the parcel and pin the tale on the donkey as well as a few girls
games like hopscotch, skipping and jacks. He had too really; Jane had
threatened him with dire consequences if she got one bad report back
from Jessica's mother.

The only thing that made it seem worth is was the little fact that Katie
was at home painting the house.

Not that the party was all bad. Jason had fun with some of the games,
and the food was great but he was one of the smallest kids at the party
and he felt very vulnerable and weak in some of the rougher games like
musical chairs. He got some dirt on his dress when he got pushed out of
the way in that game. What really irritated him was the slap of his pony
tail on his face as he ran. "I've got to get out of this body," he
grumbled to himself.

-oOOo-

Jason was freezing when he entered his house. The sun had slipped below
the horizon about an hour before the party ended, and Jason shivered
with a kind of cold he had never felt before. It ate through the pink
cardigan he wore, the dress, the slip and right through his skin. He
headed straight for the heater in the lounge room.

Jane smiled to herself. It was a bit cruel to send him out in such a
lightweight dress when she knew it would come in cold, but it was the
only way he'd wear the precious pink cardigan with butterflies stitched
to the pockets.

She placed the little bag of party favors Jason had been given by
Jessica, and a piece of cake Mrs. Sanders had sent home for "her son" on
the kitchen table. "Hi love," she said to her husband, giving him a long
kiss. "How was your day?"

"She got the back of the house painted and  is now asleep in front of
the telly."

"Good. Jason, go and have a wee but leave your tights and panties off,
might as well get you into the bath."

"Yes Mummy," He said quietly. This just couldn't get any worse, he
thought. It just couldn't.

"Good girl. You have school tomorrow."

Jason was wrong. It just got worse.

-oOOo-

Jason stood naked in Katie's bed room, waiting for his mother Jane to
pick out his clothes for the day. "Here you go young lady." Jane said as
she passed him a tiny pair of lavender colored panties. "Put them on."

Jason did so with a smile. He had a plan to get back to his normal body.
It came to him in the night while he lay there with his tiny hand on his
new, empty crotch. The problem as Jason saw it was he needed Katie
onside to start his plan but she was enjoying it; the little bitch was
actually enjoying this. She liked being taller and stronger than he was,
and she liked the fact that he was now wearing her clothes. He had to
convince her that his life wasn't all beer and skittles but he had to do
it in a way that wouldn't leave long term damage. It would be easy to
walk into his old school and tell everyone there that Katie, in Jason's
body did ballet. But then he'd have to suffer the ribbing from his mates
when he got back to normal. It was the same deal with a plan he devised
to get his original friends on side by letting them in on the secret.

But now he knew how. He almost happily turned so his mum could do up the
buttons on his lacy little blouse. "Now for the dress," Jane said,
unsure why Jason was smiling. She hoped he wasn't actually enjoying
this. She walked over to the bed and lifted the Lilac colored jumper.
"You'll look lovely in this. We'd better hurry; you'll be late for
school."

A pair of ankle socks with lacy tops and black Mary Janes finished off
the outfit and Jason was led by the hand out of Katie's room.

-oOOo-

Katie walked around Jason's school feeling a little bit scared. It was
so big compared to her own school, and she felt a little lost. Sure she
was a lot bigger than she used to be, but she was just a little girl and
didn't know how she'd cope with the rough and tumble of the day. The
easiest way to survive the day was to follow Jason's best Friend Eddy
around. Eddy usually ignored her or teased her when he was at her house
but now she was Jason he was actually kind of fun. She giggled when she
looked at Jason's watch on her impossibly large wrist, Jason would be
doing Phys. Ed. soon. She wondered how he'd like learning square dancing
with that pain Philip Jenkins. "I hope Philip still sweats a lot," she
said to herself and then followed Eddy into Math.

-oOOo-

"You did what?" Allyson shrieked.

"Left them that way." Jane mumbled as she played with the mostly
untouched salad.

"If I didn't know Steve and his tinkering in the shed, I'd never believe
you." Allyson said. "Now I know why you've been so strange this
morning."

"Yeah, sorry." Jane finished all she could have the salad and opened a
bottle of spring water as she, and her best friend Allyson sat in the
park across from her office. "I just don't know whether we're doing the
right thing."

"What does Steve say?"

"He can't see the harm. It's only for three weeks."

"Is it working?" Allyson asked, breaking open a bread roll.

"Well, Jason is behaving himself, and Katie is doing a lot of work
around the house I'd never dream she could do, even in Jason's bigger
stronger body."

Allyson thought about it for little while. "Three days isn't all that
long Jane. If I were you I'd let it run its course, at least for
another week. By that time you will know a bit more about how it's
affecting them. If you want then, pull the plug and let them get back to
normal."

"I hope you're right." Jane nodded, not wholly convinced.

"I'm sure I am. If it works out okay I might see Steve about doing the
same to my two. Kevin would look wonderful in some of Lisa's clothes.

The two women broke out in peals of laughter at the thought of Kevin;
Allyson's husband dressed in their five-year old daughter's dresses.

-oOOo-

Jason headed straight for the little girl's room and washed his hands.
That little snot nosed kid he'd been forced to dance with sweated like
Jason couldn't believe that and a penchant for pulling up girl's dresses
to expose their panties. Jason had spent the whole class with one hand
covered in sweat and the other desperately trying to hold down his
skirt.

He was just on the way out of the rest room when he realized he needed
to pee again, but the opportunity to put his plan into action
interrupted his trek back to a cubicle. He had to look twice to make
sure she was who he thought she was. Amanda Kerrigan was taller than he was
now, same as everyone else, and Jason looked at the 9-year-old girl with
a little bit of fear.

He waited until Amanda had finished peeing and was washing her hands.
"Hi," he said, joining her at the sink.

"Hello." It was obvious to Jason that he was now too young even for a
nine-year old girl to take him seriously. Amanda barely glanced at him
and then went back to washing her hands.

"Isn't your brother Keg Kerrigan?" Jason tried again knowing full well
that she was indeed the younger sister of the toughest person in his old
school.

"Ah ha, what's it got to do with you?"

"Oh nothing. It's just that my brother said he could beat up your
brother."

Amanda stopped washing her hands and now glared down at the little girl
in the purple dress. "What else did your brother say?"

"He said your brother was a wimp who had an ugly girlfriend. Oh yeah and
the fact that your brother kicks a football like a girl."

"Wait a minute," Amanda started. "I know you. You're Katie Andrews. Your
Brother Jason is in some classes with Keg."

Jason knew all this, of course. Just as he knew Darryl Kerrigan was
called Keg because he was built like a beer barrel and that he was the
biggest bully in Jason's high school just up the road. "Well, Jason said
Keg was only in his classes because the teachers were too scared to keep
him back. He said Keg was so dumb the only thing stopping his head from
caving in is the hot air between his ears."

"Wait 'til I tell Darryl this," Amanda smiled. "He'll murder your
brother." She stormed out of the toilets leaving Jason standing looking
at himself in the mirror.

"I hope so," he giggled and went into a cubicle and lifted his dress. He
could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

-oOOo-

Jane sat waiting in the car. Jason was due out of school soon, and she
wanted to make sure he got to the next port of call on time. Turning as
a bunch of little kids came through the gate and headed for various cars
and buses, Jane saw the petite frame of her son, and the little dress he
wore. "Over here Katie," she yelled.

"Hi mum, what are you doing here?"

"Taking you to ballet of course, honey. It's Monday after all. I've got
your leotard, tights and tutu in the bag, you'll have to get changed
when we get there."

"I can't do ballet." Jason protested.

"You can, and you will. Unless you'd rather be dropped off at the baby
sitter's."

"Baby sitter?"

"Ah ha," Jane grinned. "I rang Kelly Lester's mum and asked whether
Kelly could baby sit you this afternoon if I needed her."

Jason literally climbed into the car and shook his head.  "Ballet sounds
good." Well, better than being baby-sat by a girl he has a crush on.

-oOOo-

Jason was busily prancing around on stage when he saw his mum answer her
mobile phone. He was dressed as your typical ballerina; right down to
the tutu and toe shoes and he desperately tried to fit in and blend in
with the 15 or so other little girls who danced around him but he kept a
close eye on his mother, who sat in the audience with other mums.

The color seemed to drain from Jane's face as she listened to the call.
She stood up, grabbed her purse and carry bag containing her son's
school clothes and walked to the stage. "Excuse me Miss. Smith," she
said to the young ballet teacher. "I'm afraid something has come up.
Katie, we have to go."

Miss. Smith turned to look at Jason and then she shrugged. "See you on
Wednesday for tap dancing Katie."

Jason nodded and headed for the small changing room that led off the
main hall. "We don't have time to get changed sweetie," Jane told him.
"You'll just have to come dressed in your ballet costume."

"Where are going Mummy?"

"Your brother has been in a fight at school." His mum told him,
automatically taking his delicate hand in hers and walking towards the
door.

"What a pity," Jason smiled.

"Don't look so smug young lady. That was the hospital on the phone; your
brother is in a coma."

-oOOo-

Sitting on a toilet in the ladies bathroom at the local hospital Jason
felt lower than he ever had before, lower and smaller. He looked down
upon his little body and saw his leotard, tights and panties all
gathered around his tiny ankles and then lifted his gaze to his lap. The
pair of puffy little lips that sat in the junction of his legs was the
reason he was forced to sit on the toilet now and Jason missed being
able to stand, and wiping sucked but his mother had insisted; saying he
wouldn't like an infection down there. Jason didn't even want a "down
there" well at least not that one.

"You finished in there sweetie?" Jane asked from outside the stall.

"Almost," He replied, needing the time alone to think. It turned out
that Katie wasn't in a coma but had been knocked out. From what Jason
had over heard of the adult's conversation, no one talked to him anymore
apart from telling him what to do, wear or how pretty he was, Katie had
been pushed down some stairs by Keg Kerrigan and had bad head injuries.

Reaching for some toilet paper Jason felt guilty. After all, he was the
reason his little sister was in hospital, it was he that had set it all
up. He wiped his little vagina and flushed the toilet and felt more
guilty. He realized he was more anxious about what his mother would do
if she found out than he was about Katie's health. Although it was his
body in the room attached to all the wires and machines Jason thought of
it as Katie and the thought scared him. If he saw his own body as his
sister now then it was obvious he would simply be seen as Katie until
they could get back to normal. To everyone but his mother and father
Jason was now a 7-year-old girl. "I'm ready mummy," He said in his small
voice. "Can you help me with my clothes please?"


He reached up to open the door and Jane looked at her son with a worried
look on her face. He was so cute standing there struggling to get the
tights back up but Jane was feeling guilty. What had started as a little
bizarre punishment had gone from bad to worse. She now had a 12-year-old
boy in a little girl's body and her baby Katie was lying in a hospital
bed down the hall. She helped the small brunette put her ballet clothes
back on and led her by the hand out into the waiting room.

-oOOo-

He awoke some time later curled up in his mother's arms. "What time is
it?" He asked as he stretched his tiny arms skyward in a large yawn.

"Almost 9 p.m. Baby." Jane replied, glad to be able to move her arm for
the first time in an hour.

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's gone to the bathroom honey. We're just waiting to see Katie's
doctor, and then we'll get you home to your own bed."

Jason was satisfied with the answer and sat until his father got back
and then he was passed over to sit on his lap.

Not long after an old looking man in a white coat came into the waiting
room. "Mr. Andrews?" The man said with a somber look on his face.

Jason's father jumped a little. "Yes," was all he said.

"I'm Doctor Adams, your son's doctor."

"Steven Andrews. This is my wife Jane."

Looking over at him she nodded a greeting and, Jason noticed, she look
very  worried.

"A waiting room isn't a the right place to discuss your son's health.
Perhaps my office might be best."

Jason, now standing next to his huge father, didn't see the nurse coming
until she was right next to him. "Hi Sweetie," The cute young nurse
said, kneeling down so she was looking him in the eyes. "My name is
Kirsty, what's yours?"

"J..... uhm, just Katie."

"Not just, surely. Katie is a very pretty name, and you a pretty little
girl."

Getting littler as you speak, Jason thought. Well, feeling smaller
anyway.

"Now," Kirsty continued talking to him in a strange voice many adults
used around him now. "Your mummy and daddy are just going to talk to the
doctor, and I will look after you. Would you like that?"

Jason would have loved to tell her what he'd like, but a withering
glance from his mother told him to do it the nice way.  "I want to stay
with Mummy," he said, sounding like a whiny little girl, which is pretty
much what he was.

"No you don't they're just going to talk about things you wouldn't
understand anyway. I know where there's a toy box, and I just happen to
remember seeing a ballerina doll in there that's dressed just like you."

"You go with Kirsty honey," Jane said, bending over to give him a kiss
on the cheek. "Play nicely now," She whispered.

"Damn it mum, that's my body in there," Jason replied at a similar
decibel.

But Jane just stood and walked off with his father and the doctor.

-oOOo-

Jason tried to play with the doll like Katie would have but his heart
wasn't in it. He'd never been one for dolls, or action toys as He-man,
Skeletor and G.I. Joe were called, he preferred a bit more rough and
tumble like football or cricket or basketball.

"What's the matter honey?" Kirsty the nurse asked. "Worried about your
big brother?"

"Yeah," he replied, well that and the fact that the next penis he had
between his legs might well be attached to some pimple faced guy who
gives him his first taste of champagne.

Kirsty looked at her watch. "I guess it's been a long day huh?"

"Ah ha," long and humiliating.

Just then the door opened, and Jane and Steven Andrews walked in. Jason
was worried by the look on their face, they looked almost guilty and
that didn't augur well for him. Jane scooped the little girl up and
asked the nurse if he had behaved himself. "Sure, she was a perfect
angel," Kirsty replied pinching Jason's cheeks. "You cheer up now ok
Katie? Your brother will be ok; it will just take time."

"Time to get you home to bed Miss." Steve yawned. "Thanks for
baby sitting."

"No problems," Kirsty replied with a smile. "It's a busy night, and I
was glad of the distraction."

-oOOo-

Jane and Steven both talked to Jason as he changed into a little nightie
and a clean pair of panties. "She's still unconscious, and her brain is
swollen. The Doctor told us it was too soon to tell how much damage has
been done, but it's a fair bet she'll need to relearn some things. She
might have amnesia and not remember being Katie, or she might have
forgotten about the switch and go into shock at suddenly waking up in
hospital in your body."

"So where does that leave me?" Jason asked as he hopped into Katie's bed
and was tucked in by Jane.

"Stuck for the moment," Steve Shrugged. "I managed to get a quick
reading on her brain waves, and they've altered because of the accident.
So, I can't switch you back until she gets back to normal."

"And no one knows how long that will take." Jane added. "Look Jason,
we're really sorry about this. We were wrong and should have switched
you both back straight away. Parents can be wrong too you know."

Steve nodded and looked down at the cute little girl who was snuggled up
in her pink quilt. "All we can do now is deal with the hand we've been
given and get your sister back to normal. As soon as she is you get your
own body back, and I'll destroy the machine."

"Can't you swap me with some one else?"

"The machine doesn't work like that. You need to be back to your normal
body before we can swap you again."

"And there's been too much of it already." Jane said shaking her head.
"One more swap, and then the machine goes to the dump in a thousand
pieces."

She looked down at her son and noticed, thankfully, that he was asleep.
Steve took her arm and led her out of the room. They both went to bed
and clung to  each other, ashamed and guilty about what they'd done to
their children.

Some of that guilt left the next morning when Jane got a phone call from
Mrs. Kerrigan, the mother of the boy who'd pushed Katie. Jane and Steve
were both very interested in what she had to say and, they put two and
two together rather quickly.

-oOOo-

Jason woke with the same feeling of confusion he'd had the past few days
until he remembered what had happened. "Damn." He grumbled as he got up
and went to the toilet.

When he walked into the kitchen looking for something to fill his tiny
stomach his mother was on the phone. "No mum," Jane sighed. "Mum, look
there's no point your coming down. I've talked to my boss this morning
and got long service leave to take care of Jason." She stopped talking
to listen and then added. "No, honestly, you'd just be wasting your
money paying to fly down. I do have a favor to ask though...."

Jason got himself a bowl of cereal and headed for the television to
watch the cartoons. It was already past school time so he assumed he had
been saved from another day of playing schoolgirl. One good thing to
come out of the accident at least.

-oOOo-

"Time to get showered and dressed honey," His mum said to him about half
an hour later.

After the shower he was taken into Katie's room and waited while his mum
picked out the clothes for the day. She picked a little yellow sundress
with matching shoes and white ankle socks. His hair was put into a
bouncy ponytail and then the jewelry was added.

Glancing at her watch Jane said, "We'd better hurry or we'll be late."

"Late for what?"

"The plane silly, you're going to your Grandmother's house for the
summer."

-oOOo-

Jason Andrews had a lot of time to think on that embarrassing flight and
mostly he thought about embarrassing it was.

He had been in shock at first when he heard his parents were sending
him, stuck in his little sister's body, up to live with his grandmother
who was a whole two states away from the machine that could get him
back to his comfortable, respected 13-year-old male body.

He felt like it was his first day of pre-school when his mother placed
his suitcase on the scales and passed him a little Barbie Doll back
pack. She smiled down at him and handed him over to a sexy stewardess.
He was just as frightened as he had been when he was separated from his
mother the very first day of kindergarten.

"Hi there sweetie," the stewardess knelt down so she was at his new eye
level. "I'm Sarah, what's your name?"

"Miss. Katie Andrews and I am 7 years old ma'am." Jason tried not to
cringe when he repeated his mother's words.

"Well Miss Katie Andrews the 7 year old. I think you can call me Sarah
now that you're a member of our junior flyer program." Sarah giggled and
pinned a little broach with gold pilot's  wings and a silver sequin that
was supposed to look like a diamond, on to his little yellow sundress.
"Now, your mother tells me you're a little scared to fly but the last
time I was up in the clouds I heard something knocking on the airplanes
window. Do you know who it was?"

Jason wasn't about to respond but then his mother nudged him. "No. I
don't Sarah ma'am."

"It was a fairy."

Jeeeeesh, Jason groaned as quietly as he could.

"And that fairy gave me some magic brave dust for little girls just like
you." Sarah continued. "She told me that if I sprinkle some fairy dust
on some one it would scare away all the 'fraidy cats. Do you want a
little help to feel brave?"

Now they offer fairy dust to make me brave and then ban steroids at the
Olympics? Jason thought. The sure know how to confuse a kid.

"Yes please," he said trying his best to smile after another nudge from
his mother.

Sarah then proceeded to stand up and sprinkle some gold glitter in his
newly long hair. Then to add insult to injury she scooped his small
frame into her arms and told him to wave to his mommy now he was the
bravest girl in the country.

As he looked over Sarah's shoulder and got a kiss from his mother he was
shocked  to feel cool air on his pantied bottom. The hem of his dress
was caught in the crook of the stewardesses arm and his lacy little
panties were showing to one and all. He was carried all the way to his
seat on the airplane that way, much to the amusement of the other
passengers.

At least one good thing about this stupid body was he had a lot more
room to move around Jason though as he colored in a picture of a
butterfly Sarah had given him along with the colored pencils (he was a
little angry that a  four year old boy in the  seat next to him had been
given a picture of the space shuttle to color in.)

The more he thought about his grandmother the more he saw the advantages
of it. The last time he saw her he was eleven years old and Katie was
four she was quite a cool old lady. She also had a nag rating that could
blow most women off the scale. If he could convince her that he was
really Jason and not Katie he was sure that they'd both be on the next
plane home and she'd nag his parents into getting him back to normal.
Even if they couldn't his grandmother would make sure he was treated
more like his old age and not  a little girl.

Looking at his tiny digital watch Jason could see he was around three
quarters of the way through his flight so he pulled a face to get back
at the little boy sitting next to him who had poked his tongue out at
him and then turned to face the other way. His mind drifted back to the
last time he was on a plane. Katie had been scared but he wasn't. He was
thrilled to be on a plane and heading for the Sunshine coast in
Queensland for 2 weeks of sun, surf and his grandmother's cooking.  He
was just giggling to himself when he remembered his mother's dash to the
ladies room in the airport because she stupidly refused to use the
toilets on the airplane when he felt the call of nature himself.

The light above the toilet turned off and he ran as fast as his little
legs would carry him up the aisle because he was close to wetting
himself. He had just got the door locked, his panties down and was
sitting on the toilet when some one knocked on the door. Jason froze and
couldn't relax enough to release the flow or urine from within his new
body. He literally couldn't pee so he sat there for at least ten minutes
almost exploding before the plane was hit by some turbulence. He was
thrown around a fair bit and it scared him enough to finally pee.

"It all rests on you Nanna," Jason whispered to his ultra cute
reflection as he washed his hands. "It all rests on you."

-oOOo-

Julia Cameron walked into the airport cr¸che and nervously looked around
for her granddaughter. A traffic jam on the main airport access road
made her late and Katie's plane was early so the girl had been brought
to the baby sitting service by the stewardess who had flown up with
Katie. After all that worry about her brother and what must be a
stressful separation from her parents Julia would rather have spared her
of this added trauma but it was not to be. She spotted the seven-year
old sitting quietly in the far corner of the room.

Walking over to the girl she picked her up and gave her a big hug.
"Hello Katie love, you know me don't you?" The little girl shook her
head. "I'm your Nanna Cameron."

-oOOo-

Jason saw his nanna enter and walk over to some other girl. He stood up
and moved away from the tea party he was nagged into joining by a girl
called Victoria who was there because her parents were meeting a
business associate who was flying in from overseas.

"Erm, Nanna," he said looking up at his grandmother. "I'm Katie."

"Oh," Julia laughed. "Well she does look a lot like you." She put the
other girl down and apologized to her and then hugged her real
granddaughter. "Lets get you home shall we?"

-oOOo-

That night Jason finally plucked up the courage to talk to her about
this whole thing. It took more than twenty questions before she'd
believe it but slowly she began to come around. He was so pleased when
she hugged him and told him that she would sort her parents out.

Waking up the next morning he found yet another strange room and it took
him awhile to remember about the trip and his grandmothers promise.
Strangely enough he wasn't shocked anymore to wake in his sisters body.

He went to the toilet first and then went to look around the house and
get something to eat. "Good morning sleepy head," His grandmother said as
he walked into the kitchen. "Sit down and I'll get you some breakfast."

"Thanks Nanna, I feel a lot better now you believe me about dad's
machine."

"What about your father's machine young lady?"

"You know," Jason replied trying not to worry. "The one that swapped me
and Katie. I'm Jason."

"I don't think that's very funny miss. Your brother is lying in a
hospital bed." Julia took the girl over her knee and gave her a few
wacks on her bare behind and sent her to her room.

-oOOo-

A few hours later his grandmother entered his mother's old bedroom and
looked puzzled. "What are you doing in your room on a bright sunny day
like today Jane?"

That's when reality hit home as hard as the smacks on the butt he
received earlier. Jane was his mother's name. Nanna Cameron couldn't
remember a thing. Once again he was on his own.

-oOOo-

Things settled into a rut for all but one of Jason's family. His parents
worked with Doctors to get Katie, in Jason's old body, back to
normal. Katie had been shocked when she woke up but the fall seemed to do
the most damage to the part of the brain that controlled speech and
languages. Steve and Jane waited until they were alone with their daughter
and as calmly as possible, under the circumstances, told her what had
happened. They started from the machine in the shed that caused the swap
with her brother, through to the fall down the stairs. They explained to
her that it looked like she had some brain damage, not a huge amount but
any brain injury is a bad one. Steven told his daughter that until they
could get her back to normal brain patterns she was stuck as Jason and he
was stuck as her.

Jason spent the next few weeks doing the only thing he could do, he lived
the life of a 7 year old girl. He'd made friends with the girls who lived
next door to his Grandmother. Emma was only 5 but she was as big as Jason
was, and her older sister Vicki, who was seven, was quiet a bit taller than
he was.

He spent the days with them and their mother Sharon. The three girls all
dressed up to get their photos taken as they sat on Santa's lap. He went
with them to a fancy dress party dressed as a fairy. He played their games
and even joined a gymnastics class with them. He wouldn't tell anyone this
but it wasn't all that bad. He felt wonderful the first time he did a
running double summersault and landed properly on the practice mat in
Gymnastics. Hell, he could spend hours doing the splits. The clothes were
still a pain but he was getting used to them.

Even when it came to the toilet, sitting and wiping was almost second
nature to him now.

Sure he missed being able to stand to pee, and he missed a thousand and one
little things he never thought of before he became his little sister. But
what he missed most was that way people spoke to him. Kids spoke to him
like he was another kid, and his conversations with other girls were
usually about boys and how stupid they were, Barbie Dolls, spice girls and
everything feminine. When he'd tried talking to boys they told him exactly
where he could go. You should have seen the hell they raised when Jason
asked to play in a football game. No self-respecting boy would lower
himself to play with a girl.

It was funny though. What he really missed was they way he was perceived by
adults. Even at twelve he was treated more like a kid than as an adult but
since his little trip across the age and gender barrier it seemed more
Adults put him in the "Should be seen and no heard" Basket. None of them
really listened to him anymore. And apart from telling what to do, what not
to do, what to wear or how pretty he looked in that red dress they didn't
speak to him much either.

A Shining example of that came when he arrived home with Emma,Vicki and
their mother after a day at the beach early in the New Year. There he was,
long hair still a little wet and a white shirt slipped over the hot pink
bathing suit he wore. And there, in front of him, was the dreaded Auntie
Sandra.

"Hello Katie Love. Do you remember me?" The woman asked.

"Ah ha." Jason tried to sound happy to see her but he wasn't, for two
reasons. The first was that it was obviously bad news for his grandmother
and the second was, if things were that bad it meant he would probably have
to go and stay with Auntie Sandra and her painful kids.

"Nana's not very well love. I've got your clothes all packed."

And that was that. Yet another decision he didn't have a say in. "What's
wrong with her?" He asked in his girl's voice.

"She's just having a little rest sweetie so you're coming to live with me
for awhile."

Jason was shocked when he arrived in Queensland in late November and found
his grandmother was forgetting things. At first he thought she might be
joking. He had been hoping his mother had let her in on his secret and she
just adding to his punishment but she got worse and all of his begging
wouldn't get her to go to see a doctor. After all, what does a 7-year-old
girl know about medicine?

Christmas had been and gone. Jason was not impressed with his presents,
most of which were clothes but there was a couple of dolls as well as
Barbie's dream-house. One gift he'd got turned out to be the best one by
far. It was a girly diary. Covered in pink material and embroidered
flowers, the one thing it had going for it was the lock. He ignored it at
first but then as his Nanna got worse he started writing in it. He told his
whole story, he wrote down his thoughts and feelings. It was actually good
for him. It was about the only time he could be Jason. Being 7 could be
very boring when you're really 12. He had to dumb himself down a bit when
he was around others because he didn't want anyone to take too close a look
at him. The diary was another matter and he kept the key on a necklace he
wore all of the time.

He hugged Emma, Vicki and even Sharon Goodbye and piled into the back of
Auntie Sandra's Car.

His Auntie Sandra and Uncle Doug were both very well off financially and
looked at Jason's family as the poor relations. They had two kids, Zach,
who was 10 and Brooke who was 8 and they were both spoiled brats. Jason
remembered the last time that he stayed with them. He was a lot bigger than
Zach then and used to hit him just for the fun of it. Brooke was a little
princess who had her own pony and she could get anything she wanted from
her parents.

"I'll just put your clothes and things in Brooke's room." His Auntie Sandra
said looking down at his small frame. "Why don't you get to know your
cousins a bit. You were quite a bit younger last time you were here."

Zach didn't even look at the 7-year-old girl. He just grunted something and
looked wholly menacing now he had the size advantage.

Brooke on the other hand spoke too much. "Now, just because you're sharing
my room it doesn't mean you get to touch my stuff ok Shrimp? I don't want
you here but as long as I am stuck with you I am the boss. Got it?"

Jason just nodded and thought about the summer he was supposed to be
having. He had it all planned. He and his friends were going to be playing
Cricket, hang out at the mall looking for girls, hit the beach and look for
girls and then if they had some time left they were gonna go into town and
check out girls. Adelaide, being a small and fairly safe town even at 12
years of age, he as allowed to go pretty well all over the place without
adults. He always had to be with some one else, a friend, and he always had
to tell his parents where he was going and what time he'd be home but he
had pretty much a free reign. Since he because a little girl he realized
how little time he had without an adult around. There was always some one
there keeping an eye on him, making sure he was safe, stopping any chance
of mischief.

-oOOo-

At least now he got to speak to his parents more often, they spent less
time at the hospital with Katie and he made sure there was a regular time
every week that he could talk to them. The news helped cheer him a bit, and
he needed cheering. Katie was on the mend and it looked more and more like
her brain patterns could return to normal but time was the key. Steve
worked out it would take another few months but at least Jason wouldn't be
stuck as a girl. "When can I come home?" He pleaded in his small voice.

"Not yet sweetie," Jane told him. "We still have to work and look after
your sister so there's no one home to look after you." He also found out
what exactly was wrong with his Grandmother. It turns out she had a benign
brain tumor that had been growing inside her skull. It was the reason she
seemed to be forgetting things and acting strange. She'd been operated on
and things were looking much better for her.

He accepted the longer stay in the small girl's body but he didn't like
it. Zach and Brooke were both jerks that liked to boss him around and
generally feel uncomfortable.

Then, one day, their attitude to him totally changed. Zach was all
sweetness and light and Brooke was a total angel. Just after lunch one day,
when his Auntie Sandra and Uncle Doug were out they both came up to him
with a smile on their faces and Zach said, "How are you today Katie?"

"I'm ok," Jason replied, somewhat taken aback that Zach cared.

"You look really pretty today" Brooke continued. "Maybe I can plait your
hair later?"

"Ok."

"Do you like to read Katie?" Zach asked.

"Sometimes, I guess."

"Brooke and I like to read too. Don't we Brooke?"

The blonde girl nodded.

"Show Katie the book we're reading at the moment."

Next thing he knew Brooke was holding his diary. The lock had been snapped
off. "Hey," Jason demanded. "That's mine. Give it back."

Brooke threw the diary to Zach who held it high above Jason's
reach. "What's the matter Jason?" Brooke taunted. "Too small to play with
us big kids now?"


To be continued