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All MIXD Up
by Morpheus
Contact the author at morpheus@phuze.com
Other Stories by Morpheus
"But Mom" Chris whined, "It's Saturday. I've got things I was gonna do"
"No Buts" Lindsey, Chris's mom said, "That garage needs to be cleaned out, and since Stacie is over at her friends right now, that job falls to you" After several more minutes of pleading, Chris gave up, realizing the futility of his arguments. Reluctantly, he went out to the garage, kissing his weekend goodbye.
Turning the lights on in the garage, Chris looked around, seeing his Dad's work area, still cluttered with odds and ends from the last time his Dad had worked there. His Dad had died 3 months earlier, killed by a drunk driver who swerved off the road, into the sidewalk where his Dad had been walking.
Chris had been hit hard by his Dad's death, but was beginning to get on with his life. Being asked to clean up the garage made him realize that his Mom was moving on as well, and as hard as it was for him to face these memento's of his Dad's, Chris knew that they'd have to face them eventually.
He was only 13 years old, and already he'd lost his father. His 15 year old sister, Stacy had handled their fathers loss a little easier than Chris, but she spent more time with her friends now, as if she were afraid to come home and see the empty seat at the dinner table. Sometimes, Chris envied Stacy all her friends, and that she could get away, while he was stuck at home with Mom, and doing all the chores.
Sadly, Chris walked over to the dust covered table top, looking at the half finished projects. Finding a cardboard box, Chris started tossing the screws and metal pieces into it, trying to get things neatened up. As he sneezed from the dust, something on the corner of the table caught his eye. Unlike most of the things on the table, it looked like it was finished.
Not knowing what it was, Chris carefully picked it up looking at it, seeing that it was a box, that looked like some sort of overly large remote control, with buttons on it. His Dad had been an inventor, always spending time in the garage fiddling with things on his free time, claiming that one day he was going to make something worth inventing. Not like that combination coffee maker/alarm clock/TV he'd once patented.
Chris never knew why his Dad even bothered. He had been a pretty successful plumber, and didn't even have any real college, but that had never stopped him from trying to invent things, to the amusement of his family. Chris chuckled to himself, thinking that he'd been pretty lucky that his Dad didn't have an even more embarrassing hobby, like his friend Tim's Dad, who collected Elvis memorabilia.
Picking up the small box, he turned it over, seeing that it had slots for D batteries, but that there weren't any in there. "Wonder what this is" Chris muttered to himself, "Probably some sort of combo TV remote and garage door opener" he chuckled, knowing that it was just like his Dad to make something like that.
As he was looking at the back, Chris noticed something was written on the box. It said M.I.X. Device. "What the hell?" he muttered again, putting the thing down. Then he saw the papers under where the box had been sitting, and he picked them up, seeing that they were his Dad's notes. He saw a sketch of the box, as well as different drawings. Most of his Dad's writing he couldn't make out very clearly. But what he did see was on the front, saying Mobile Identity eXchange Device. MIXD.
Curiously, Chris flipped through the notes, unable to make much out from them, but the name did sound kind of cool, whatever it meant. Carefully, he set the box and the notes off to the side, then went back to work putting the other stuff into the box.
Stacy said goodbye to her friend Cindy, calling out behind her "I'll see you tomorrow" She wasn't looking forward to getting home, since her Mom had started nagging a lot more after her Dad had died. She sort of felt sorry for Chris, being stuck with Mom's nagging, but not too much. After all, she was 15 and was too old to be stuck around the house all the time.
"Hey Chris" she said, walking into the door, noticing that he looked a little dusty and tired, "What have you been up to all day" she laughed, already having a good idea. When Chris told her about having to clean up the garage, she laughed again, "Tough luck", she said, running upstairs.
Later, after they'd eaten dinner, and were upstairs in their rooms, Chris walked into Stacy's room, MIX Device in hand, along with all the notes. "I found this in Dad's workshop" he said, showing her. "I'm not really sure what it was supposed to do"
Stacy looked at the box, thinking it was stupid. Still, it was one of the last things her Dad had been working on, so she looked at it. Scanning through the notes, she was able to make out a little more than Chris could. Finally, she looked at Chris, saying "It says here that it somehow can turn people into copies of other people"
"Yeah, right" Chris said sarcastically, then stopped, realizing that it sounded like something Dad would make. One time, he'd tried making an invisibility belt, that only gave an electrical shock to anyone wearing it. "Well, it obviously won't work" Chris said, and Stacy laughed, agreeing with him.
"Let's try it anyway" she suggested. "See what it really does" With that, she went to her radio and pulled out the batteries and put them into the back of the MIXD and made sure they were in there securely. Then she turned on the power.
Nothing happened, which was no surprise. The power light was lit, but none of the other lights in front were lit. Then they noticed that next to 5 small unlit lights, it said Pattern 1, Pattern 2.... up to Pattern 5. After several more minutes reading through the notes, Chris looked up saying, "I think you have to sort of load it or like, tune it to the person you want to copy. How stupid" he muttered.
"Here" Stacy said to her brother, "Point it at me, and push this load button next to pattern 1" Chris did what Stacy said, and heard a faint buzzing, then the Pattern 1 light lit up.
"Cool" Chris said.
Before they could explore any more, their Mom popped her head in. "Chris," She said, "X Files is on" Quickly Chris took off out of Stacy's room, the box all forgotten about. Stacy just left the MIXD in the corner as she turned her CD player on. Getting bored, she started reading through the notes again.
"But Mom" Stacy whined, "I'm supposed to go to the mall with Cindy today"
"I don't care" Snapped Lindsey, "I want you to clean the house today, while your brother finishes up the garage. I've got to go run some errands"
"You didn't give me any warning" Stacy snapped, getting angry. She'd already made plans for the day, and her Mom was making her spend all day doing chores, and telling her at the last minute. She couldn't believe this. Her Mom had been doing this more and more lately, and she was getting pissed.
"If I hear another word" snapped Lindsey, "You're going to be grounded for a week" With that, she turned around, leaving her furious daughter glaring at her from behind.
Stacy was furious. She'd been planning on this trip with Cindy all week. They were going to watch that movie, then meet up with a couple of guys from school. Now this. Angrily, she picked up the phone to let Cindy know the bad news.
After vacuuming most of the house, Stacy only got angrier at her Mom for making her do this, when she had other plans. Finally, she stopped, and looked in on Chris, seeing that he wasn't happy about it either, but had burned out most of his frustration the day before. That and he didn't have any of his plans disrupted by this.
Stacy decided that she needed a break, and went to take a walk, hoping that it would let her calm down a little. As she went to her room to pick up her purse, she noticed the MIX Device on the floor, and the notes she'd read. Smiling, she slipped it into her purse, deciding that this thing needed to be tested.
Catching the bus down the street, Stacy rode to the other side of town, getting off at the park. She walked around, and finally sat down on a bench, watching the children play. As she watched them, she worried for a moment that her Mom might be back by the time she got home, but she didn't care. She was still too pissed off, and was to late to make it with her friends. Staring at a little girl running along the grass, Stacy got an idea.
She didn't think it would work, but if it did.....She smiled, thinking about that. Carefully, she pulled the box from her purse, making sure that it still had power. She noticed that the light was still lit next to Pattern 1. She waited until the little girl ran by, closer, then pushed the load button on Pattern 2, seeing that the light did come on. Smiling, she put the box into her purse again, and started on her way home, feeling a lot better.
Chris cringed under his Mom's angry scrutiny. "I told you, I don't know where Stacy went" Chris said, "I didn't even know she left" His Mom glared at him for a few more seconds, then seemed to believe him, and let him get away. He was about to go to his room, but thought that he wanted to see what happened when Stacy got home.
Finally Stacy got back home, with her Mom angrily waiting for her at the door. "I told you to stay home and clean the house" Lindsey yelled at Stacy. "You are grounded for two weeks young lady"
"What the hell do you expect?" Stacy yells back, angrily. Chris stares at this from the top of the stairs in shock. He'd never seen Stacy yell back at Mom like this before. Man, she was really pissed. Stacy continued, "You treat me like I'm a slave, or a prisoner in this house. Well, Fuck YOU. Cause I ain't your God damn slave. You don't treat me like a human being, and you don't care that I already have plans. It's just clean this , or clean that" At this, Stacy started to walk away, past her completely stunned mother.
"Don't you DARE talk to me like that" their Mom yelled, just as angry now. She grabbed Stacy roughly by the arm, but Stacy pulled herself back, obviously hurt by the painful grabbing.
Furious, Stacy reached into her purse, pulling out the box. She pointed at her Mother, and pushed the Change button next to pattern 2, not believing it would have any effect, but too angry to do anything else. If she had a gun at that moment, she probably would have shot it, as angry as she was.
Chris watched this from the top of the stairs, completely shocked to see his Mom starting to shrink, her clothes getting larger on her, and slipping off. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could, seeing that she was at least a foot shorter than normal and still shrinking. Horrified, he looked up at Stacy, seeing the look of shock on her own face, as well as one of satisfaction. He noticed the box in her hands, and was even more shocked to realize that one of Dad's inventions had worked.
They kept staring at their Mom, watching as she grew younger and younger, seeing the look of absolute horror and confusion on her face as she looked down, holding her breasts as they shrunk to nothing. A minute after the change started, it finished, leaving their Mom looking like a 6 year old girl. Stacy noticed that she looked exactly like the girl in the park, even to the dark blonde hair.
"What did you do to me?" Lindsey yelled, in her child's voice, looking up at her two children. In spite of trying to come off sounding authorative, she sounded instead like a petulant little girl, which sent Stacy into a fit of laughter, making their Mom glare up at them even harder.
"It was this" Stacy said proudly, holding the box out, "It was one of Dad's last inventions. Chris found it yesterday when you made him clean the garage" Lindsey glared at Chris as if it were all his fault. "Change me back now" She demanded, reaching for the box.
Stacy laughed, holding the box just too high for her Mom to get to, enjoying the game of raising it higher every time her now diminutive Mom jumped for it. "I don't know if I can turn you back" Stacy teased her. "This was the first time that we tested it, and I'm afraid that I forgot to even record your old pattern" Stacy smiled at the look of horror on her Mom's face, knowing from what she'd read in the notes that the patterns of those changed automatically went into storage. But she didn't want to tell her Mom that. She figured that she'd leave her Mom like this for a few days, to show her what it was like to be pushed around.
Chris came up to Stacy, whispering in her ear so that their Mom couldn't hear, "How long are we going to leave her like that" Stacy smiled, and told him just a couple days. He didn't like it, but didn't say anything. He was still amazed that the thing actually worked.
Stacy laughed at her Mom, noticing that her clothes were piled around her ankles, far too large to fit. Then she remembered something, and ran to the attic, pulling out a box of clothes she'd outgrown long ago. Smiling, she brought down some of her old outgrown clothes for her Mom to wear, and tossed them at her, telling her to get dressed.
Reluctantly, Linsey put them on, feeling humiliated to be dressing in little girls clothes. Then to add further insult, Stacy insisted on putting her hair into pony tails, telling her that if she didn't play along, she wouldn't ever get changed back.
The rest of the day, Stacy took great joy in treating her mother just like she would a real child, and Chris went along with it, finding it a bit emberassing, unable to help but think of what would happen when she changed back.
Stacy cooked them up dinner, then afterwards said she was going to Cindy's house, and told Chris to baby-sit. Chris resented the way Stacy just told him what to do and walked out, leaving him to watch their Mom.
They just sat in the living room, uncomfortably staring across at each other. "Uh, Mom" Chris started, feeling uncomfortable calling a child that, "I'm sorry this happened" He was sure that Stacy had taken the MIXD with her, so that he couldn't change their Mom back.
Lindsey just looked up at her son, feeling so small and helpless. She couldn't believe that they'd done this to her.
Chris heard a knock on the door, and went to answer it, finding that Mrs. Tillis, their neighbor was standing there. "What can I do for you" Chris asked her politely.
I just came over to bring this back, she said holding out a Tupperware container, that Chris guessed his Mom lent her. "Who's this" She said suddenly, making Chris turn around, seeing his Mom standing there, looking cute and innocent.
"Oh that's..." Chris tried thinking quickly, "Melody" he said, remembering that was his Mom's middle name. "She's my cousin, over here visiting for a couple days"
"Well, its nice to meet you Melody" Mrs. Tillis said politely, then ignored her handing the dish to Chris and leaving.
"Why didn't you let me tell he who I was?" Snapped Lindsey to Chris.
"What, and have her think that you were a crazy girl?" Chris replied smugly. "Come on Melody" he said, watching her wince, "Its your bed time and little girls need their sleep" With that, he took her upstairs to her room, and told her to go to bed. Reluctantly she complied, knowing that she had no choice but to do so until she could find that box and change back.
The next day, Chris went off to school like he did every Monday, feeling very uncomfortable about leaving Stacy at home watching his Mom. But Stacy insisted on skipping school to take care of Melody, not trusting anyone else, and wanting to fully enjoy the experience of bossing her Mom around. She had laughed when Chris told her about Mrs. Tillis and calling her their Mom, Melody. She liked it, and made sure that was what she used to address the new child.
Chris impatiently waited for school to get out so he could hurry home, and was greatly relieved when he finally got done. Getting home, he found Melody looking rather unhappy and watching Barney on TV. He saw his sister on the phone, talking to one of her friends. Finally, Stacy put the phone down, and told Chris all about how she had played with Melody all day.
He looked over, feeling sorry for his Mom. She was too pushy sometimes, but he still loved her. She was just too stressed out after their Dad's death, and took it out on them sometimes. Chris knew that she didn't really mean it, but she still pissed him off too often. But even that didn't deserve this.
As he was about to ask Stacy to change her back, the phone rang, and he reached over to answer it. "Hello" he said.
"Hello. This is Mr. Patrick, the principal at Stacey's school. Can you put your mother on?"
"Uh" Chris felt his stomach drop, "She's not here right now"
"Well, tell her that I want a face to face conference with her tomorrow at One PM, or Stacy is getting suspended. She's skipped too many days of school lately" With that, the phone went dead.
"Shit" Chris said.
"What's the problem?" Stacy asked.
"The problem is" Chris snared, "Mom has to talk to the principal tomorrow, or you're out of school" Stacy looked stunned. Chris told her everything her principal had said on the phone. "Now we've got to change Mom back" he said, afraid of what she'd do as soon as she changed back.
The next morning, Chris woke up and started to get ready for school. As he was putting his pants on, his door opened, and he turned, seeing his Mom's face. "Mom" he said surprised, "Stacy changed you back"
She giggled, "Wrong, bro"
"Stacy?" He asked, shocked. "My God. Mom's going to kill us when she turns back"
"I don't think so" she said, surprising Chris with how much she sounded like Mom, "I'll go as Mom, talk my Principal into letting me stay, and then change back to normal"
"That's a bad idea" Chris said, having a bad feeling.
"Well you don't have a choice little brother" She said as she walked out.
Going downstairs, Chris saw Stacy, who was dressed up just like his Mom, pouring a bowl of cereal for Melody, who was looking extremely unhappy. Damn, Chris couldn't believe it. Stacy looked exactly like Mom, which left him feeling very uncomfortable. As he was eating his cereal, she said something, and for a moment, he forgot that it wasn't his Mom.
"You'll have to watch her while I go to the meeting" Stacy told Chris, who groaned.
"Skipping school is how you got into this mess" Chris grumbled, but Stacy told him it was all right, then called his school to tell them that he'd be home sick for the day. That was a relief to him at least. "How are you going to get to the school?" Chris asked her sarcastically, "Ride the school bus?"
"No stupid. I'm going to drive, MY car" she said, holding up their Mom's keys. "I've learned a little about driving, and I think I can handle it" She said confidently.
Chris shook his head, thinking how bad an idea all this was. He'd be stuck at home all day, and he'd probably only need to watch Melody for an hour. Not that she even really needed watching, but Stacy wasn't going to leave her alone, so Chris was stuck with the job.
Nervously, Chris watched TV, looking over at Melody. Every once in a while, he'd even forget that she wasn't the child she appeared to be, and felt embarrassed when he caught himself treating her like one. She seemed to still be too stunned and in shock to really notice.
Around lunch time, Stacy was beginning to get ready to go, though the meeting was still a little ways off. The phone rang, and Stacy answered it. Chris watched her talking on it for a minute, then put it back down. She walked over to him, nervous expression on her face. "It was the principal again" she said quietly. "Since I missed school today, now they're expecting me to show up at the conference too, or I'm out of school" She looked awful, and sounded pretty nervous.
"Then I guess you'll have to turn back to yourself, and change Mom back so you can go" Chris said simply.
She shook her head. "Won't work. Mom would kill me rather than go. I need you to go with me"
"Me?" Chris yelled, jumping up. "No way, they're expecting you and Mom" then looking at her he continued, "or whatever, to show up. Not me"
Stacy looked at him for a minute, then walked away. Chris sighed in relief, then saw his Mom, or Stacy, he reminded himself walk back, the MIXD in hand. "Shit" he said, as she pointed it at him. He tried to jump out of the way, but he felt a tingling all through his body. He was too late.
Standing there, he looked at Stacy in shock, seeing that she had a smug expression on her face. He felt his flesh shifting, and put his hands to his chest, feeling them push out rapidly. God, his clothes felt uncomfortable. They got even more so.
Just a minute later, he was looking down at his body in shock, seeing what was obviously Stacy's body there. "Why the hell did you do that?" he demanded furiously, surprised to hear Stacy's voice out of his mouth.
Stacy laughed, "You look real pretty" she said, "Think of it as a temporary promotion" and she laughed some more.
Realizing that he didn't have much choice now but to go along with Stacy's insane scheme, he let her lead him to her room, where she picked out some of her clothes and told him to get dressed. "And don't peak" She told him.
How the hell was he supposed to get dressed, and not look at himself. Stacy stood right there though to make sure that he didn't take any liberties, or close looks with her body, and helped him get dressed. When she put him in front of the mirror, he had to admit that he definitely looked like Stacy. God that bra was uncomfortable, and he shifted it, not noticing the amused look on Stacy/His Moms face.
Stacy whispered something in Melody's ear, which made her pale a little, then led her over to Mrs. Tillis's next door, asking her to watch Melody for a little while.
Soon afterwards, Chris and Stacy were on their way to Stacy's school. He felt extremely nervous with Stacy driving, especially when they almost hit that other car. Finally, they arrived, with Chris's knuckles white from clenching his knees, and his heart racing.
Getting out of the car, he was reminded again at how odd his body felt. How big his chest and butt all felt, and how empty his crotch felt. The hair was especially annoying, wanting to keep getting in his eyes. He decided that once they changed back to normal, he'd definitely have to get even with Stacy.
"We're here honey" Stacy said to him, sounding just like their Mom when she talked to Stacy. Chris clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way Stacy was suddenly talking to him as if they were both who they appeared to be. This was way too embarrassing.
Chris felt humiliated, sitting in the principals office, being chewed out for things he didn't even do, while Stacy, the real culprit sat right there. At least Stacy was trying to talk him out of all the trouble since she was the one that would have to deal with the punishment. Finally, the principal was satisfied that Stacy wouldn't be skipping school anymore, and they could get out of there.
"Thanks a lot" Chris snarled at Stacy sarcastically.
"Watch your mouth young lady" She said back, a smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying this.
Chris was only glad that he wasn't forced to stay at school that day, like the Principal originally wanted. He shuddered, thinking about what it would be like, stuck going to school as his sister. Oddly enough, he started to think that it might be interesting, being several grades higher up, and being able to look into the girls bathroom. Still, he was thankful that he didn't have to go there today, that Stacy had talked him out of it. She'd almost agreed, too, which really made Chris nervous.
The drive back, wasn't quite as bad as the drive to school, but it was bad enough that Chris was thankful when they finally got back.
"Now, lets change back" Chris said. Stacy shook her head no, saying she wanted to stay that way for a little while longer. Chris groaned, knowing that he was going to be stuck that way as well. "Well" he said, "Since I'm currently Stacy, I guess I'm going to my room" and he ran up to Stacy's room, trying to ignore the jiggling of his chest.
"No you don't" Stacy screamed up at him, but Chris got into her room first, and locked the door, ignoring her pounding and yelling outside it.
He smiled, knowing how much this would piss her off since she hated him coming into her room when she wasn't there. Just to make sure he got his point across, he put one of her CD's, making sure she could hear it through the door. Finally, she gave up and went away. Chris laughed to himself a little.
Curious, Chris started digging through some of Stacy's drawers, and found her diary very quickly. Laughing to himself, though it came out more as a giggle, he started reading through it. "Ooh, hot stuff" he said to himself, surprised at how detailed some of his sisters descriptions of what she wanted to do to one of the boys at school was.
Chris was lost in the diary for some time, skimming through the boring parts and reading the more interesting ones. Finally, he finished with it, having gained lots of new information to tease Stacy with once they changed back. He laughed, coming out like a giggle, realizing how much he had to hold over her now.
As he was reading, he rolled over, laying on his stomach, in a position that Stacy read in fairly often, not realizing it. Putting the book down, he noticed the odd feeling of his breasts, and stood up, putting a hand onto one of them. Unable to fend of his curiosity, he pulled off his shirt, and bra.
He hadn't had a chance to really look at himself when he was dressing since Stacy was right there, and wasn't about to let him get a good look. But now, he had a chance to explore. He felt embarrassed about seeing his sisters body like this, but he reminded himself that it certainly hadn't been his choice.
Touching his breasts, he was amazed at them. They felt kind of funny, and he noticed that his nipples were really dark, and a lot bigger than his were. He pinched one, feeling it harden a little under his fingers. He gasped, then pulled his hand back.
He looked at himself in Stacy's mirror, then carefully undressed all the way, wanting to see first hand what a girls groin looked like. He saw it had hair around it, and squeezing his legs tightly together, was amazed at how different it felt, not having his familiar appendage there. He put a hand between his legs, feeling that it wasn't there. Looking closely, he saw the little slit, with the folds of skin around it, and the small nub in it.
Gently, he pushed one finger into it, then pulled his finger back out, seeing that it was damp. It had felt pretty funny to have his finger inside him, even if it wasn't in very far. Feeling himself turn red, he quickly dressed up again, then looked into the mirror to make sure that nothing showed. That there were no signs of his brief exploration. Somehow though, he felt embarrassed, and as if it were extremely obvious to anyone that looked.
Finally, he went out the door, and slowly went back down stairs.
Dinner was uncomfortable for Chris, looking across at his Mom, who was actually playing with her food a bit, and then to Stacy, who had cooked the meal, and was sitting in Mom's usual spot eating. He really wished they could change back right away. He was getting tired of these boobs poking out his front.
After cleaning the table, and putting the dishes into the dishwasher, Chris went to confront Stacy, to demand that she either change him back, or let him use the MIXD on himself. After all, he'd been the one to find it, but Stacy hadn't let him touch it since she found out it actually worked.
With determination, Chris finally got Stacy to agree to change them back, which was a relief for him. "I was getting tired of being so old anyway" she said, going to get the MIXD. While Chris was waiting for Stacy to get the box, he heard a knock on the door, and when opening it, found Cindy standing there.
"Bummer about yesterday" Cindy said to Chris as she walked in, "I mean, Randy was at the mall yesterday, and I know how much you like him" Chris nodded his head, knowing indeed how much Stacy liked him from her diary.
Holding a CD up for Chris to see, Cindy said "I got this one yesterday, and thought you'd want to check it out" Reluctantly, Chris followed Cindy upstairs to Stacy's room, wanting to get rid of Cindy so he could change back, but not sure how to do so at the moment. As he walked past Stacy, he saw the look on her face. She obviously wanted to tell Cindy who she really was, and impress her best friend, but at the same time, knew that it would probably be best to keep it a secret for now.
For several hours, Cindy hung around, talking to Chris as if her were Stacy, and he found himself keeping up with the conversation more than he would have thought. All those conversations he'd overheard Cindy and Stacy having were a big help, though not as big as Stacy's diary. Man, he was glad that he read that thing.
When Cindy started talking about boys, Chris felt rather embarrassed, but using what he'd read, he decided why not play along, and actually pretend to be Stacy. He thought it was funny, and let himself get into the role for awhile.
Finally, Cindy said she had to go, and Chris looked over at the clock, realizing that it was getting late. He waved goodbye as Cindy left, and looked down at his breasts, remembered that he really wanted to get changed back as soon as possible.
Going back out, Chris found that Melody had already been put to sleep, in his room, which left him to sleep in Stacy's room. "Lets change back now" he suggested to Stacy, who shook her head no.
"Melody's already asleep, so lets wait until morning" Stacy told him. Chris reluctantly went to Stacy's bed, and stripped his clothes off, reminded once again how odd this all was. Still trying to ignore the breasts on his chest, he finally drifted to sleep.
Waking up the next morning left Chris slightly confused when he reached between his legs to scratch his testicles, but found nothing there. Suddenly, he woke all the way up, remembering everything that had happened. He put a hand to his breasts, seeing that they were still there.
Quickly, he dressed himself in some of Stacy's clothes, and checked himself over in the mirror. As he was stepping out the door, Stacy hurried up to him, panicked look on her face. "Damn" she said, "You're not going to believe this. I got a call from Mom's work" She looked Chris in the eyes, "And they want her to come in immediately"
"Shit" Chris said. "Then you'll have to turn us back immediately"
Stacy shook her head. "No time" I've got to go now, so Mom doesn't get fired, and I'm supposed to be at school too" Chris didn't like the sound of where this was going, "You're going to have to go for me" Stacy pleaded. Chris tried to argue with her, but saw that Stacy was in too much of a hurry, and ran out the door into their Mom's car, leaving Chris standing there annoyed.
Looking at the clock, he realized how close it was getting to when he'd have to catch Stacy's bus, dreading what this day would bring. He didn't know the first thing about being his sister or what she did in school.
Then remembering Melody, he went and woke her up, explaining what had just happened. She glared at Chris for a moment, but didn't say anything. "I'm going to have to drop you off at Mrs. Tillis's again" Chris explained, "It wouldn't look right to have a little kid at home alone" Melody reluctantly agreed that it would look pretty bad, but suggested that they change back instead. "I don't know where Stacy hid the MIXD" he told her as she dressed.
As Chris waited for the school bus, he found Stacy's school bag, with all her books in it. Even her binder, which fortunately had her class schedule taped inside, along with a map of the school, X's marked on the classrooms she had to go to.
As he got on the bus, noticing the other kids looking at him, Chris felt himself turning red, suddenly afraid that they'd all know that he was a guy dressed in girls clothing, and would break out laughing at any moment. But none of them glanced at him any more than they usually did to Stacy, not noticing anything odd about him.
Walking to an open seat in the back of the bus, Chris was aware of a few of the boys staring at him, and realized that they were attracted to him, turning him even redder. One boy "accidentally" grabbed Chris's butt, making him jump and the guilty boy laugh. Trying to ignore him, Chris went back to the open seat, and sat down to a girl that Chris recognized. She was one of Stacy's friends, who'd come over to the house every now and then.
Relieved at knowing someone, Chris talked with her the rest of the way to school.
Sitting down next to Cindy, Chris looked at the food on his plate and groaned. First he'd had to spend all morning going to Stacy's classes, and dealing with her friends, now he couldn't even get a decent lunch. Yuck.
Finding the classes hadn't been a big problem, but knowing where Stacy sat and who everyone was, was a problem. Several of the teachers and students teased him about having been skipping so much school lately that he'd probably forgotten where he was even supposed to sit. He just smiled, and didn't say anything.
Fortunately, Chris recognized a number of Stacy's friends, and the names of several others that she'd mentioned or he'd read about in her diary. That helped a lot, but not too much. Mostly, he tried to be quiet and not be noticed, and bluff when he needed to talk. It seemed to work for the most part. A few people seemed to notice something odd about him, but didn't seem to pay much attention to it.
The classes had been horrible. Sitting there, listening to the teachers talking and not knowing most of what they talked about. Every now and then, he 'd pick up some of what they meant and understand it. He was glad that he was in a few advanced classes in his school, since he'd just skipped several grades.
He was surprised that some of the stuff had been interesting, and he started paying attention as much as he could, just so he wouldn't get any more lost than he already was.
Looking at his lunch plate again, he grimaced, taking a bite, and thinking that he still had half the day to survive. Cindy just laughed at seeing the look on his face.
Getting off the bus, Chris waved to one of his friends. He shook his head, reminding himself that she was actually one of Stacy's friends, but after the way they'd been talking all day, he couldn't help but think of her as one of his own friends. Smiling, he started walking towards his house, glad that school was over.
He was tired of having to play Stacy all day, and all the effort he put into all the classes, just so that he could try to keep up a bit. But he'd survived it, and that was all that was important.
As he walked to the house, he chuckled to himself, coming out more like a giggle. He had a real surprise for Stacy. He hadn't originally meant to do her this favor, but it kind of happened, and he ended up making a date this coming Friday with Randy, the boy she'd been dreaming about.
Getting in the house, he noticed that Mom, Stacy, he shook his head reminding himself, still wasn't home from work. Remembering Melody, he went over to Mrs. Tillis and thanked her, picking up Melody. He laughed to himself though, walking in and seeing Melody playing dolls on the floor with Mrs. Tillis's daughters, and actually seeming to enjoy herself.
She actually seemed reluctant to go home, which made Chris a little nervous, and amused at the same time.
It wasn't much later when Stacy got home, looking fairly tired. "It was harder than I thought" Stacy muttered when Chris asked her about Mom's work. "It was pretty cool though being called Lindsey all day, and having people treat me like an adult"
Stacy set her purse down next to the table, then went into the kitchen, bringing a cup of coffee back with her. "But you don't drink coffee" Chris said, a bit surprised.
"I kind of started today, when everyone else around was drinking it, and I needed to wake up" Stacy looked a little embarrassed, but took a sip anyway. Chris shook his head, once again thinking how odd this all was. "Can you start dinner?" Stacy asked him, "I'm too tired"
Chris nodded, and went to the kitchen to see what he could do. He'd never really cooked before, but had watched. He kept asking Stacy about things as he started preparing the food. He was really glad that he could at least ask her his questions about cooking instead of having to figure it all out himself.
Sitting the finished dinner onto the table, Chris asked "Can we change back now" Stacy shook her head yes as she bit into a fork full of spaghetti. He looked over at Melody, noticing the way she was slurping the spaghetti down. He wasn't sure that he liked the way she was acting. It made him nervous.
After they finished with dinner and cleanup, Cindy came over, making Chris groan, knowing that this would delay changing back again. He decided though, that he was definitely going to change back that night, and wasn't going to accept any more delays after Cindy was gone. He looked over, seeing the glare of resentment that Melody was giving Cindy, obviously annoyed over the delay as well.
Chris was talking to Cindy in the living room, surprised to find himself actually interest in what she was saying and just as caught up in the conversation. After a little while, they heard a loud crash, and ran to the next room, where they saw Melody, holding the MIXD, in front of the closet, with all the contents of the closet spilled down around her.
Stacy came running in, then stopped, seeing Melody with the box in hand. Melody said, "I'm changing back now" sounding odd in her childish voice. She looked down at the controls, obviously unsure how to operate them. She pushed a button, and suddenly Cindy yelled out.
Before their eyes, Cindy started changing. Chest going flatter, and her whole body shifting. A minute later, what appeared to be Chris was standing there, looking absolutely shocked, wearing Cindy's clothes. "Oh my GOD" Cindy yelled out, staring at the little girl, and at her own chest, back and forth.
Stacy moved forward to grab the box, but Melody pushed another button, still pointing the box in Cindy's general direction. Once again, Cindy started to change, this time, back into her own form. She looked down at herself obviously relieved as she finished up her changing. Readjusting her bra, she stared in horror at the little girl with the box.
Melody pointed the box at Stacy, and Cindy grew afraid of what this little girl was going to do to her best friends Mom. Without thinking, she grabbed the lamp off the shelf next to her, and flung it at the little girls hands, at the box.
With a loud crash, the box was knocked out of Melody's hands, smashing to the floor. Stacy and Chris ran to Melody, Stacy grabbing the MIXD, while Chris checked to see that Melody wasn't injured. Cindy watched this wall with startlement.
Then Stacy held the box out, horrified look in her face. The casing was cracked wide open, and wires and a circuit card hung out, broken in half. She could only stare at it in horror, then glare at Cindy angrily.
Chris stared in shock at the ruined device, knowing what it meant if they couldn't fix it. Melody saw it and started crying, sounding like any other child.
Fiddling with it, Stacy tried getting it to work, but nothing happened. Even the power light wouldn't come on. "What the hell is going on?" Cindy asked, seeing all three of these people staring at the broken box in absolute horror.
After a few minutes, Stacy told her the whole story, then broke out sobbing, "I don't want to be old" while Cindy only stared at Chris, unable to believe that this wasn't really Stacy but her little brother instead.
Over the next week, Stacy continued filling in for her Mom at work, knowing that now it might be her job, permanently. Chris reluctantly went to school as Stacy, finding it both exciting and challenging, as well as frightening. It didn't take him long to start catching up on the work material, and with Cindy and Stacy's aid, he soon knew everything he needed to in order to fit in.
He was surprised that instead of being angry at him, Cindy actually seemed interested, and became his best friend for real. He knew he never would have been able to handle all this without her help.
Melody seemed to snap, and withdraw more into herself, acting more and more like the child she appeared to be. They didn't know what to do about her, but realized that her acting like a child for real might be best, so made sure to keep treating her as such.
They told the neighbors that Melody was Stacy/Lindsey's niece, and that Chris went off to live with his uncle for awhile, so as to have a positive male role model.
They tried fixing the MIXD, but nothing they did had any real effect. The notes didn't do much good, too much of them being unreadable, and not covering everything. Sadly, they gave up on fixing the MIXD, and tried to settle into their new lives.
The End
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