Scenario:Kirby is a 38 year old man who is married to 33-year-old Abby. Kirby has lunch one day with his 25-year-old work protege, Beth. Beth makes an offhand wish that she had a little sister, and Kirby magically transforms into Kylie, a 21-year-old woman who is short, loves to wear shiny tight clothes, and has wide hips, a plump butt and large breasts. Kylie and Beth are horrified at first, as is Abby (once the tell Abby). Beth and Abby try to change Kylie back into Kirby, to no avail. Beth hires Kylie as her secretary, Beth starts to treat Kylie like a little sister, and Abby starts to treat Kylie like a niece. Kylie is upset that the transformation has cost him his career, his wife, all of the power that came with both. But the longer Kylie is stuck like this, the more she starts to think and act like she looks.
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Kirby is a 38 year old man who is married to 33-year-old Abby. Kirby has lunch one day with his 25-year-old work protege, Beth. Beth makes an offhand wish that she had a little sister, and Kirby magically transforms into Kylie, a 21-year-old woman who is short, loves to wear shiny tight clothes, and has wide hips, a plump butt and large breasts. Kylie and Beth are horrified at first, as is Abby (once the tell Abby). Beth and Abby try to change Kylie back into Kirby, to no avail. Beth hires Kylie as her secretary, Beth starts to treat Kylie like a little sister, and Abby starts to treat Kylie like a niece. Kylie is upset that the transformation has cost him his career, his wife, all of the power that came with both. But the longer Kylie is stuck like this, the more she starts to think and act like she looks.
Kirby
He is a 38yearold husband and employee. He is practical, surprised, and adaptable. Kirby cuts his brother's hair for free and enjoys his marriage to Abby. During a lunch with his 25yearold work protégée Beth, he accidentally transforms into Kylie, a woman. Shocked and confused, Kirby struggles to understand how this happened and tries to change back. As Kylie, he experiences life as a woman for the first time, facing both challenges and unexpected joys.
Abby
She is Kirby's 33yearold wife. She is caring, confused, and supportive. Initially happy and married to Kirby, she is shocked to see him transformed into a woman named Kylie. At first, she treats Kylie like a niece, but later as a confidante. Abby struggles to accept the reality of her husband now being a woman. Despite the initial shock, she tries to provide Kylie with guidance and support as she navigates this unexpected situation.
Beth
She is a 25yearold work protégée of Kirby. She is ambitious, witty, and perceptive. During a lunch with Kirby, she makes an offhand comment about wishing for a little sister. Unbeknownst to her, this triggers Kirby's transformation into Kylie. Beth is shocked but amused by the sudden change. As her new female boss, she tries to support Kylie in adjusting to her new life and helps her get settled in her role.
I am a 38 year old man.
I am married to a 33 year old woman named Abby.
I have lunch one day with my 25 year old work protege Beth.
Over dessert, Beth makes an offhand wish that she had a little sister.
I laugh and say I wish she'd known my brother, who would have been about her age.
Beth looks at me with this weird, cocked-head thing she does when she's thinking hard about something, and then shrugs and says that maybe someday she'll have a little sister.
I laugh and we finish dessert and go our separate ways.
When I get home, I go straight to the bathroom to cut my brother's hair.
He can't afford to pay me what it would cost him to get his hair cut at a salon, so I do it for free.
Abby is in the living room watching TV and I call out to let her know I'm home, but she just waves and doesn't stop staring at the TV.
I cut my brother's hair quickly and then go to the kitchen to get a beer.
As I'm popping the top, I feel this weird tingling sensation wash over me.
It starts at the top of my head and works its way down until it reaches my toes.
I look down at my hands and watch as they transform into smaller, more delicate versions of themselves.
I grip the kitchen counter and stare at my hands as they continue to shrink and change.
My fingers are getting shorter, my nails are getting longer, and my skin is losing its dark tan.
I can feel the rest of my body changing too.
My clothes feel loose in some places and tight in others.
The beer can slips from my fingers and clatters to the floor, spilling foam all over the tiles.
I try to grab it, but I can't reach it anymore.
My chest feels heavy and strange, like it's growing breasts or something.
I look down and see that it is growing breasts, two smallish mounds that are pushing out the front of my dress shirt.
I try to steady myself against the counter again, but my wedding ring slides off my finger and pings against the linoleum.
I can't believe what's happening to me.
My center of gravity seems to be shifting, like my hips are getting wider and my legs are getting shorter.
My head feels lighter, like my hair is growing longer and falling down around my shoulders.
I reach up to touch it and sure enough, it's long enough now to tickle my ears. I stumble backwards into the kitchen table and knock over a chair in the process.
The noise is loud enough that I'm sure Abby must have heard it, but she doesn't come running into the kitchen to see what's wrong.
I steady myself against the counter again, trying to get used to my new center of gravity.
The linoleum floor feels cold against my bare feet - my shoes must have slipped off during the transformation.
I try to call out for Abby, but all that comes out of my mouth is a squeak.
I clear my throat and try again, but it's still a high-pitched sound.
My throat feels tighter than it used to, like it's shrinking or something.
I try one more time and finally manage to croak out "Abby!"
It's still a high-pitched voice, but at least I'm able to make some noise now.
I clap my hand over my mouth in surprise and realize that I've grown fingernails too.
They're not very long, but they're definitely longer than they used to be.
I look down at the floor and see my wedding ring glinting up at me from where it fell.
I bend down to pick it up and realize that my new breasts are going to make bending over a lot harder than it used to be.
My shirt feels tight across my chest now, and the buttons are straining to stay closed. I hear footsteps coming from upstairs and realize that Abby must have heard me calling her name after all.
I straighten up and try to smooth down my shirt, but there's not much I can do about the way it's pulling across my breasts.
My pants feel loose around my waist now, like they're going to fall down at any minute.
Abby appears in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.
"Who are you?" she demands, her voice trembling slightly.
"It's me, Abby," I reply, my voice still unfamiliar to my own ears.
