X Change Karma Ch 01

Sunday before my college experience starts and I get to eat cold cereal. Dad is watching the game in the other room. Mom is downstairs doing the laundry. Here I am trying to eat my frosted shredded wheat before it gets too soggy.

My big sister is being less than useful and watching the news on our little countertop tv. Some sissy senator couldn't handle being a real man, so he took one of those illegal x-change pills to be a little girly-girl instead. He took some sort of paired choice version, was being blackmailed by the person who had the linked pill that would change him back so that he would vote in the senate how they wanted, now he is being sentenced to prison and the court just ruled to send him to a men's prison even though the senator never got the reversal pill, serves him right. I'm sure he'll get what he deserves, and all his dreams will come true.

Real men wouldn't trade their body for anything. I am 6-foot 4-inches tall, 225lbs of lean muscle, and on a full ride football scholarship. There were juniors afraid of me when I was a freshman. My solidly 6-inch dick barely fits in my boxer-briefs. I love watching the way girls can't resist whenever it flops out of my pants, look on their faces like it was the most delicious thing they had ever seen. That is why I don't believe in true lesbians, the female body needs cock so bad women twitch when they see one, even lesbians use dildos.

"Pretty messed up to do to a woman." My sister said shaking her head in disgust.

"He isn't really a woman; he just took one of those fucking pills." I said shoveling a spoonful of my pitiful breakfast into my mouth. "You know one of you womenfolk could have cooked for me before I head off to college, so I didn't have to eat this slop." It had actually always been my favorite, I really liked the taste and texture of the frosted squares as they puffed up with milk, but it was the principle of the thing.

"She is inside of woman's body right now, what they are doing is some sort of phobic sick revenge punishment fanfic! And I didn't cook for you because I don't want my little brother to get homesick and come back, ever." she said leaning in to pinch my cheek and then smacking the back of my head, almost making me choke on my cereal.

Coughing, "Damnit sis, you just about killed me!"

"Strong gag reflex little bro, good thing you weren't born a girl. Although, it would have been fun to have a slut shopping buddy to go to the mall with." She said, glancing up and to the side lost in thought.

"And what makes you think I would go shopping with you? If I was a girl, I'd be a total tomboy." I said getting the last square of shredded wheat on my spoon, the bowl was down to the best part now, the extra frosting and shredded bits out of the bottom of the bag, all in a soggy big clump soaked with sweet milk.

"Oh, you would have totally been a cute little slut, I'm sure your knees wouldn't have recognized each other by the end of high school. All those slutty little outfits wouldn't have stayed on you long, I'm sure." She said giggling.

"Even you call those outfits slutty but get mad when you and your friends get so called unwanted attention." I said air quoting unwanted.

"I jokingly call myself a slut, nobody else gets to! My friends and I dress the way we want to for us, and we can reject any unwanted attention we want to." She said starting to get red-faced mad.

"Okay. Okay. I'm just saying maybe on a subconscious level it isn't that unwanted, maybe you don't even realize it, but you and your friends dress and act that way to get what you secretly want." I said with my hands up in defense, but I couldn't resist saying what I really believed.

"Says the guy eating a melted bowl full of sweet chunky white cum! It's Freudian bro, maybe you'll learn about it in class." She said smirkingly as I was tipping the bowl up to my lips.

Thanks, big sis. I thought to myself as I stared down at half a bowl of what now looked to me exactly like what she had described, the other half was in my mouth, and now I had to decide.

"Spit or swallow little bro! It will be good practice for when you are pledging!" my sister said over her shoulder, laughing as she left the room.