I stood at the front door with bags strewn around me not entirely sure if I could face my parent's or not after the day I had.
I wasn't even sure if my parent's would accept me changing sex's thanks to my second puberty or if they would throw me out.
I wanted to cry again because I was scared I was going to lose my family because of my second puberty.
I reached out towards the door knob my hand shaking from fear as my heart pounded in my chest until I finally grasped the knob and turned.
I opened the door and was about to pick up ALL my bags when my little sister walked by stopping as she blinked at me, "Who are you?" She tilted her head confused, "And why are dressed in my brother's clothes?"
I sighed looking at my 15 year old sister, "It's me Taylor. It's James."
The moment I said that Taylor's mouth hung open as I added, "My second puberty turned me into a girl."
Just then I heard a young voice speak, "Jesus Taylor how hard is it to go get popcorn?"
A young teenager walked and stopped next to Taylor instantly staring at me with his mouth hanging open.
It was my 13 year old brother Michael.
I groaned, "It's me Michael. It's James."
Michael blinked as I groaned before reaching down and grabbing a plethora of bags as I kind of went insane getting new outfits not sure what it would look like on me beyond doing an initial measurement of my body, another new one for me as I was used to trying on clothes but I was too embarrassed to get undressed to try anything on hence why I opted for measurements.
Before I knew my pants size was 34x30 which any guy knows what that means. But as a girl that size is represented by a simple number which confused the shit out of me. So now my new pants size was a 4.
Just like I knew my shirt size, as a guy, was a M/L depending on the brand and style. Now as a girl I was a S/M.
Then there was my underwear as I was considered a S/M.
And the newest component to my new life was my bra and cup size. Which was a 34C/D depending on the manufacturer.
At least my pants size moved up to my bust.
Still the whole measurement's confused me to no end. Like why does the pants have to be a similar number? Can't guys and Girl's pants sizes be the same so it's less confusing? Can't sizes be more exact? And why the Fuck was girl's clothes more elastic than men's?
I knew there was probably some weird logic to the sizes between men and women but for the life of me I couldn't figure it out. It was probably something stupid that had to go with flattery or portrayed image.
I walked passed Taylor and Michael with my bags as I spoke, "Move!" As I headed up to my room to drop off my new wardrobe.
I walked into my guy room instantly smelling my old guy funk that I was apparently nose blind to causing me to gag as I dropped all my bags and pinch my nose.
I silently spoke, "Jesus!"
I immediately ran out of my room heading to mom's cleaning closet grabbing the fabric fresher and air freshener before heading back into my room as I literally doused everything in fabric freshener and sprayed the entire room with air freshener.
Then I ran out of the room trying to not gag again from the fumes and chemicals in the air as I changed the ambient scent from feet, ass, and god only knows what fungus was growing in my room to something more pleasant.
I sighed as I walked back down to find Taylor and Michael sitting on the sofa calmly watching TV and eating popcorn.
I briefly looked around before looking at my siblings, "Where's mom and dad?"
The moment I spoke Michael and Taylor jumped releasing their popcorn into the air as Michael yelled, "Geez!!" Quickly followed by Taylor, "Wear a bell. We're still not used to your new body!"
I rolled my eyes before speaking, "Mom dad?"
Taylor leaned down and started picking up the popcorn that was flung as she spoke, "They're on their date night."
Michael didn't speak as he was focused on Taylor's ass.
Now normally I might have joined in Michael at staring at Taylor's ass as it was nice and bite-able whether she was my sister with standing....that is until I turned 18 mind you.
What? I'm allowed to admire and still not do anything. Right?
But now that I had changed I rolled my eyes as I walked up behind Michael and smacked the shit out the back of his head.
Michael instantly held his head as he looked at me with murder in his eyes as he exclaimed loudly, "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE???"
Taylor instantly turned her head behind her to look at us as I loudly exclaimed, "PERV!!!"
Michael quickly shut up but still looked at me with murderous intent in his eyes.
I smirked at Michael as Taylor looked at us confused, "What's going on?"
Michael quickly spoke, "Nothing!!"
I looked at Taylor, "Just Michael being a guy." I looked down at Michael, "Isn't that right, perv?"