Chapter 4

I lay in bed that night, thinking about all that had happened to me in the last twenty four hours. I went from being a man, fifty eight years old, on his deathbed in 2012 to being a fifteen year old girl in 1968. I still wasn't use to this body. I could move in ways that I hadn't been able to in my entire life. I marveled at its near perfect skin, the heaviness of my breasts, the sexual responsiveness to any stimulation, my perfect eyesight. I could do a lot with this body.

The first thing I did that night, as soon as my brother went to bed was lock my door and turn on my desk light. I took off my panties and night shirt, threw back the covers and basically mauled my tits until I had a wonderful cum. Then I got up, sat at my desk and examined my pussy. Although I was far from a virgin in my previous life I had never taken the time to really examine the wonders of womanhood. I pulled out a mirror from my vanity and examined myself. I had a little bit of hair above my pussy; I could use to tidy up a bit. I had nice lips. My clit was prominent and hooded. I parted my pussy lips and looked in as best I could.

"Oh shit, my sister was still a virgin. That meant, dam; at some point I was going to have to lose my virginity to a guy." I didn't want to think about that just yet.

I put the mirror down and began to massage my pussy, first with my whole hand, rubbing my lips, then I wet my fingers and began to gently rub my clit, soon I started to whimper and moan, I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed a nipple and twisted. That sent me over the edge. I shook and almost screamed as my second orgasm in ten minutes washed over me. It lasted for at least a minute, maybe longer. When I finally calmed down, I felt exhausted but wonderful as well. I reached over shut the light and crawled into bed. I dreamed of naked girls running through the showers, with me running after them, my hand at my crotch, empty.

I woke up before the alarm, took a quick shower, and got dressed, put on my makeup. I was just about to go downstairs when I spotted Anne's calendar on the wall. Curious, I checked it out. Friday, I noted was circled in red. I wonder what that means. Then I started flipping through the rest of the calendar: nothing was circled going forward; I started going backward. One day in March was circled, then one in February. I stopped and started counting,

"Shit, now what do I do. She's going to get her period on Friday."

I checked out our bathroom and found a box of pads; dam, I guess being a girl does have some draw backs after all. I went down stairs to have breakfast. Mom was in her robe and curlers, standing at the stove over a pan of scrambled eggs. A large plate of bacon was already on the table.

"Good morning mom."

"Oh good morning dear, you're up early. I was just about to go upstairs and wake you both."

"You don't have to; Jack was just going into the bathroom as I came downstairs."

"Mom, do we have any cereal? I'd like to cut back on all the eggs and bacon and high fat foods."

"Sure, dear, I think there's some Rice Krispies in the cabinet."

I got up, got myself a bowl, found the box and poured myself a bowl. I topped it with a little milk and grabbed an apple for later. Here was an opportunity to start saving my parents.

"You know mom, too much of that kind of stuff is going to ruin that girlish figure of yours. Why don't you and I start eating a little healthier from now on? We could help each other. Since you do all the cooking, you could start cutting down on our portion sizes, include more chicken, less beef and pork, more fruits and vegetables and less sweets."

"I don't know what your father is going to say about that."

"Come on he benefits in two ways; first he gets healthier and slims down a little, he'll have more energy, and secondly he gets to sleep with a more beautiful and sexy you."

"Anne, she whispered, don't you talk like that."

"I'm also thinking about starting an exercise program. I'll have to get back to you on that one."

Just then Jack came down stairs. I looked him over, about five six, one hundred thirty five pounds I figured. But soft, he never did anything physical, no sports, no exercise, just stayed in his room, reading or listening to the radio.

He wolfed down some bacon and eggs, a couple pieces of toast and a glass of milk, before standing, getting his books and headed out the door. I finished my cereal, took my apple, kissed mom and followed him out the door. I came back picked up my books, looked over at mom and said,

"Think about it."