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WAKING IN THE WRONG BED By Tammie Anne Freeman Chapter 1 My two sisters had shared a bedroom for as long as I could remember. But now that my older sister Sarah has moved out to live in her own place, my younger sister Janet has a bedroom all to herself. And I didn't think it was fair that a 12 year-old girl should have a bigger bedroom than her two older brothers. So I tried to convince my older brother Jack that we should switch bedrooms with Janet. "If she offers to switch, that's okay with me," Jack replied, "but I'm not going to suggest it." "Why not?" I asked. "Because it's been her bedroom since she was two years old, and it's not right to push her out just because Sarah moved out." "But she's our little sister," I argued, "and she's got a bigger bedroom than us all to herself." "You're more like her little brother," Jack laughed. "She's taller than you." I didn't need Jack to remind me about how short I was. I hated being 14 years old and only 5 feet tall. I didn't think it was funny that Janet was 3 inches taller than me. But apparently it was funny to Jack, who was 15 years old and 6 feet tall. I was disappointed that Jack wouldn't come with me to talk to mom. But I wasn't going to give up. I went to mom by myself to argue for changing bedrooms with Janet. I talked to my mom, but she didn't agree with me. "You don't need to change bedrooms," my mom said. "Yes, we do," I said, "our bedroom is too small for Jack and myself, but it would be more than big enough for Janet." "I'll think about it," my mom replied. I wasn't satisfied with her answer, but I knew that it was the most I could hope for. If I pressed her now I would get a quick no. I would wait a few days before I tried again. I went to my bedroom that night just like I did every night. I put my pajamas on just like every other night. I got into bed just like I always did. I fully expected to wake up the next morning in my bed like I always did. But when I woke up in the morning I knew something was wrong. I wasn't in my bedroom. I couldn't understand how that was possible. Then I realized I was in my sister's bedroom. I turned to my right and saw that Janet was sleeping next to me. I knew I could be in big trouble, and that my only hope was to slip out unnoticed and get back to my bedroom. I started getting out of the bed, hoping I wouldn't wake Janet. But as soon as I got out of bed I looked back at Janet and saw her staring at me. I fully expected her to start screaming at me. "Good morning, Tommy," she said. I knew I was caught, and I didn't know what to say. "Thanks for sleeping with me," Janet said. "It's been awfully lonely sleeping by myself." I was puzzled by her response, but was greatly relieved that she wasn't yelling at me. Maybe I wouldn't get into trouble after all. "You're welcome," I said, "but I don't understand how I woke up in your bed." "You walked in last night and asked if you could sleep with me," Janet explained, "don't you remember?" "I must have been walking and talking in my sleep. Well I'd better get back to my own bedroom." I turned to walk out, but Janet yelled out: "Wait!" I stopped and Janet went to her dresser. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of her old pajamas. She handed them to me. "I want you to wear these the next time you sleep with me." I was tempted to say that I wasn't going to wear her pajamas, and that there wasn't going to be a next time. But instead I took the pajamas from her and said that I would wear them the next time. I got back to my bedroom, feeling embarrassed to be carrying the pajamas that Janet used to wear. Thankfully Jack was still asleep, and I was able to hide the pajamas in my dresser. Then I got dressed and hoped this embarrassing episode was over. Janet never mentioned my sleeping in her bed to anybody that day, so I was reasonably confident that she never would. And if she did tell someone eventually, I could just deny it. It would be her word against mine. It never happened. When I went to bed that night I was worried that what happened last night might happen again. The thought made it hard to fall asleep. I didn't want to wake up in Janet's bed again. But eventually I did fall asleep. Chapter 2 When I woke up I was in Janet's bedroom again. I couldn't believe it. How could such a thing happen? I got out of bed and immediately noticed that I was wearing the pajamas that Janet had given me yesterday. I walked out of Janet's bedroom and back into my own bedroom. I was afraid that Jack would see me wearing Janet's pajamas, but thankfully he was still asleep. I quickly took off her pajamas and hid them in my dresser. I decided to get dressed and opened up the dresser drawer that contained my underwear. Where my underwear was supposed to be was a bunch of panties. There was also a note on top of the panties. I picked up the note and read it silently. Got rid of your shorts and replaced them with my old panties, just like you asked me to. I hope you like wearing them. Love, Janet I couldn't believe this was happening to me. This had to be a joke. There was no way I would have asked Janet to replace my shorts with her old panties. I would have run into her room and yelled at her, except for the fact that I had woken up in her bed wearing her old pajamas. I stood there for a while staring at the panties, unsure as to what I should do. I went ahead and put on a pair of the panties, figuring that I had to wear something. They actually fit quite well. I put on my other clothes, hoping that no one would notice that I was wearing panties. Of course Janet would know. I only hoped that she wouldn't tell anyone. Later that day I saw Janet sitting in the living room. I was going to ask her about what she was trying to pull, but then I noticed that she wasn't alone. I saw that she was with her best friend Mary Wilson, and with Mary's younger sister Anna. The girls looked at me and then looked away. Then they started giggling between themselves. I started blushing and quickly left the room. I was sure that Janet had told them I was wearing her panties. I confronted Janet later on, after her friends had left. "Tell me where my shorts are!" I demanded. "I threw them out like you asked me to." "I never asked you to do that!" I yelled. "Yes you did," Janet insisted. "And how do you like wearing my old panties? Are they comfortable enough?" "Yes, they're quite comfortable," I admitted. "That's good," Janet said, "since you'll be wearing my old panties from now on." There was no way I was going to keep wearing Janet's old panties. And even though she had thrown out my shorts, I could always buy more. But I had already spent my weekly allowance, and would have to wait a few days before I would get my next allowance. So I guess I'm stuck wearing Janet's old panties for the next few days. I headed over to the house of my best friend Steven Davis. I didn't like going out in public in panties, but I figured I'd be okay as long as I kept my pants on. I knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later, Steven's younger sister Bobbie came to the door. "Hi, Tommy," Bobbie greeted me. Bobbie was dressed in pants as usual. I don't think I've ever seen her in a dress. She's 11 years old and definitely a tomboy. She even insists on being called Bob instead of Bobbie." "Hi, Bob," I said, "is Steve home?" "No, he's gone with my dad on a fishing trip. He won't be back for a few days. Didn't he tell you?" "You're right, he did. I forgot he was leaving today." "Since you're here, how about coming to my room? We can play a video game I just got." "I don't think I should." "Why not?" "Because I'm a boy and you're a girl." "Oh don't be silly, were both tomboys." "That's not funny," I said. I hated when someone called me a tomboy, playing with words, pointing out that I was tom and a boy, and therefore a tomboy. "Sorry," Bobbie giggled. Then she called out to her mom. "Can Tommy come up to my room and play video games with me?" "Yes he may." her mother yelled back. Bobbie grabbed my arm and pulled me into her house. It looked like I was going to be spending the afternoon with Bobbie. I guess if I could start the day wearing panties, then I might as well end it playing with a girl. Oh well, at least Bobbie had the type of video games that I liked to play. That night I got into my bed, concerned that I might wake up in Karen's bed again. I couldn't explain how it happened the first two times. How could I prevent it from happening a third time? I went to sleep with that troubling thought on my mind. Chapter 3 The next morning I again woke up in Janet's bed, wearing her old pajamas. This was getting redundant. I couldn't believe I was getting up, taking off my pajamas, putting on Janet's pajamas, and then going into Janet's bedroom and getting into bed with Janet, and doing it all in my sleep. I got out of bed and went back to my bedroom. This time I stripped off my pajamas before I entered the bedroom, just in case Jack was awake. I'd rather him see me enter the room naked than see me wearing Janet's pajamas. But he was asleep, and I decided that it would be a good idea to get dressed now. I didn't want to wait until he was awake and have him see me putting on panties. I opened up my dresser drawer and saw Janet's old panties. But I also saw that my t-shirts were gone, and in their place were slips. "Not again!" I thought, seeing another note. I read the note. Here are the slips you wanted, hope you enjoy wearing them. Love, Janet I put on a pair of panties and a slip. The slip felt really good on me. I put on the rest of my clothes and went into Janet's bedroom to confront her. She saw me coming in and smiled at me. "Good morning, Tommy," she said. "No, it's not a good morning," I hissed. "What did you do with my T-shirts?" "We cut them up last night to be used for rags," Janet replied. "How could you forget that? What's wrong with you?" I found it hard to believe I would cut up my own T- shirts. "I don't believe you," I declared. "I'm telling the truth," Janet cried. I didn't believe Janet. I wouldn't have cut up my own clothes. I wondered if Janet was dragging me into her bedroom every night, and dressing me in her pajamas. It was a possibility, but it was hard to believe she could do that without waking me. I would just have to stay awake tonight and catch her in the act. That night I lay in bed waiting for her to come. I looked at the clock and it was already past midnight. I continued waiting, wondering when she would come. I was getting really tired, and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. I looked at the clock and it was almost 2 am. Chapter 4 I woke up in Janet's bedroom again. It was late in the morning and Janet was no longer in her bedroom. I got out of bed and noticed I was wearing Janet's pajamas again. I felt like kicking myself for falling asleep. I went back to my bedroom and saw that Jack had already left. I took off the pajamas and put on a pair of panties and a slip. Then I opened my closet to get a shirt and a pair of pants. All my shirts and pants were gone. In their place were blouses, skirts and dresses. I saw a note pinned to one of the dresses, and quickly read it. Here's your new wardrobe, hope you enjoy wearing my old dresses. Love, Janet I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to put on one of Janet's old dresses. I had been able to conceal the panties and slip, but everybody would see I was wearing a dress. I thought about borrowing some of Jack's clothes. But they were way too big, and he would probably pound me if he caught me in his clothes. I didn't like it, but I picked out one of the blouses and put it on. Then I found a pant-skirt and put it on. They were the least feminine articles of all the clothing in the closet. But they were still definitely girls clothing. I knew that I was going to be humiliated today, but I didn't know what else to do. I walked into the living room and saw my mom talking with Jack and Janet. My mom looked up at me as I entered the room. "Sit down, Tommy," she said, "we have to talk." I looked at Jack and saw that he was grinning at me. It was probably all he could do to not break out laughing at me. I sat down, expecting mom to grill me on why I was wearing girls clothing. Instead she caught me by surprise by asking a completely different question. "Do you still want to move into Janet's bedroom, Tommy?" she asked. "Yes I do." "Very well," she sighed, "then go ahead and move in today, Tammy." My mom and Janet stood up and walked out of the room. I heard Janet giggling as she left. That was hardly the reaction I expected from her. I wondered why she hadn't argued about having to move out of her bedroom. "How about that, Jack," I said, "we get to change bedrooms." "No," Jack said, "I'm staying in my bedroom. You're moving in with Janet, now that you're a girl, Tammy." "I'm not a girl!" I shouted. "And my name isn't Tammy!" "Well you're certainly dressed like a girl," Jack laughed. "And an 11 year-old girl like you needs to have a name appropriate for a girl." "I'm not a girl," I said, "and I'm 14 years old." "Mom says you're an 11 year-old girl now," Jack declared, "and that your name is Tammy. But if you were to convince mom that you changed your mind and wanted to stay in our bedroom, then I'm sure she would decide that you're a 14 year-old boy after all." Was that what this was all about? Was this an elaborate scheme to get me to remain in my bedroom? But why had mom gone to all the bother? It would have been simpler to have just said no, and let it go at that. I might have continued to pester her for a while, but she could have easily kept saying no. Now I had to go to mom and beg her to let me stay in my bedroom. And maybe that's what I should have done. But I was so angry at being treated this way; that I refused to do that. I found it hard to believe that my mom would want me to sleep with Janet. Calling me an 11 year-old girl, and making me dress like a girl, didn't change the fact that I was a 14 year-old boy. And Janet was just starting to develop sexually. No, this all had to be a bluff on mom's part, and I was going to call her bluff. So I ended up moving my stuff into Janet's bedroom that day. Janet helped me move and showed me where I could put my stuff. When we got done, Janet hugged me and giggled. "I'm so glad you've become my little sister, Tammy. We're going to have so much fun together." That night when Janet was going to bed, I went to her bedroom with her. I was sure my mom was going to object, but she didn't say anything. So I was in Janet's bedroom while Janet was undressing. Soon she was in her bra and panties. She looked over at me. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" I wondered if Janet thought I wouldn't be willing to undress in front of her. And the truth was that I didn't really want to. I believed it was wrong for a 14 year-old boy to be undressing in front of his 12 year-old sister. But I forced myself to undress, and was soon wearing only my panties. Janet removed her training bra, and I saw her smallish breasts. Then she removed her panties and I saw her bare crotch. I stared at her and my penis started growing erect. Janet looked at the bulge in my panties and giggled. "Take off your panties, Tammy." "I'd rather not." Janet giggled and got into her pajamas. She crawled into bed while I remained standing in my panties. Then I turned away from her and slipped out of my panties. I put on Janet's old pajamas and got into bed with Janet. "Good night, Tammy," Janet whispered. "Good night, Janet," I replied. Chapter 5 I woke up the next morning and knew that I was in the wrong bed again. For a moment I wondered where I was, then I realized I was back in my old bedroom. Only the bedroom was decorated differently, and looked very feminine. I noticed that there was only one bed in the bedroom. I wondered where Jack's bed was. I wondered where Jack was. Could Jack be in Janet's bedroom? But that didn't make any sense. But waking up in the wrong bed didn't make any sense either. As I was getting out of bed I noticed that I was wearing a very feminine gown. This was not what I had worn to bed last night. As I stood up, hair flopped down to my shoulders. "What the hell?" I muttered. I wondered if Janet had put a wig on me last night while I was sleeping. I pulled at the wig, only it hurt when I did that. It seemed that it wasn't a wig after all. But my hair couldn't grow that fast overnight. It would take years to grow as long as it was now. This was getting weirder by the second. As I was walking towards the bathroom, everything seemed to be smaller than it was yesterday. I found it to be very disorienting. If I didn't know better, I would swear I had grown a half of a foot taller during the night. I also noticed that I had two very distinct bulges on my chest. I wondered if Janet had put a padded bra on me last night. She was probably laughing right now. I decided that I would take off my gown and remove the bra. But when I took off my gown I saw that I didn't have a bra on. I had two large breasts! I was stunned. I felt my breasts, and knew they were real. How could this happen? How could I wake up with big breasts? I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked like a girl! My hair was styled in the hairstyle of a girl, and my breasts were the breasts of a girl. Even my face looked like the face of a girl. I barely recognized myself. When I was staring in the mirror I realized my hips seemed to have gotten larger and my waist smaller. I pulled down my underwear and gasped. My penis was gone, and in its' place was a vulva. My mind reeled at what had happened. Somehow I had turned into a girl overnight. "No, this can't be happening to me," I spoke out loud. I noticed that my voice was higher in pitch. I sounded like a girl. I was confused and didn't know what to do. But I still had to take a pee, so I sat down on the toilet. Soon I was peeing out of my vulva. When I was done peeing, I wiped tissue up against my labia, trying to get them dry. I looked closer at my labia, prying the lips open with my fingers. I saw that I had a vagina and a clitoris. I put my pajamas back on and went back to my bedroom. Out of curiosity I stood against the wall in my bedroom, and made a mark at the same level as the top of my head. I then got out a ruler to see how tall I was. Somehow I had gone from 5 feet tall to 5'6" tall in one night. This was the first good news I had all morning. Given the choice of remaining a boy who was 5 feet tall or becoming a girl who was 5'6" tall, I might even have chosen to be a girl. But I would definitely have preferred to have grown taller and remained a boy. I decided to get dressed and opened up my dresser drawers. I went through the drawers and noticed that they all contained girls clothing. I put on a pair of panties, and they fit perfectly. Then I pulled out a bra, seeing a tag that said it was a "C" cup size. The bra also fit perfectly. I put on a pair of socks and then walked to the closet. I opened the closet and saw a bunch of dresses. Since I was now a girl I wasn't worried about wearing a dress. So I pulled out the closest dress and put it on. I also saw a pair of tennis shoes and put them on. I walked out of my bedroom and saw Janet. Only it couldn't be Janet. This was no pre-pubescent girl; her tits were at least as big as mine. She looked like Janet, but she was older than Janet. I thought she might even be older than me. She walked up to me, and I saw that she was the same height as me. "Good morning, Tammy," she said, "well how did you like sleeping in your own bedroom last night?" "Janet?" I asked. "What?" "Are you Janet?" I repeated. "Of course I'm Janet, who did you think I was?" "But you're too old to be Janet." "What do you mean too old? I'm only 15 years old." "But Janet is only 12!" "What's wrong with you? You know I'm 15." "I don't understand what happened," I cried, "when I went to bed last night, I was a boy and you were only 12 years old." Janet went to mom and told her about what I said. Mom talked to me and called a doctor. "You seem to have forgotten the last 3 years," my mom said. "How could I forget 3 years?" "I don't know, honey, but we'll go to the doctor to find out." Chapter 6 On the way to the doctor, I started talking with my mom. "Just what happened during the last 3 years?" I asked, "and how did I become a girl?" My mom started explaining. "After the first night of sleeping with Janet you announced that you wanted to be an 11 year old girl for real. I was skeptical, but you kept insisting. So I finally arranged for rejuvenation and sexual transformation treatments. As the months went by you became more female and less male. You also became 3 years younger. You said you wanted to go back to 6th grade, and I agreed to let you. After a year your sexual transformation was completed, and you were ready to enter 7th grade as a girl. Now you're 14 years old, and have been a girl for two years." When we got to the doctor's office we ended up sitting in the waiting room for quite a while. But eventually I got in to see the doctor. The doctor examined me and then called my mother in. "It appears that Tammy has a separate isolated personality as the result of a brain anomaly," the doctor explained. "We can either treat her by destroying the separate personality, or we can integrate the separate personality into her full personality." "Kill it!" I exclaimed. "We can kill it, but integrating it would give you all the memories of the last 3 years." "I don't want them!" "I'll let the two of you discuss this, let me know when you decide." The doctor then walked out of the room. "You don't want to lose 3 years of memories," my mom insisted. "They're not my memories." "But you won't even know your closest girlfriends," my mom argued. "My girlfriends?" I asked. "Yes," my mom replied, "Anna, Bobbie and Karen. They're girls your age, and your closest friends. The four of you are always going places together. You won't even know them." "I don't care," I cried, "they don't know the real me." "And who are you?" my mom asked. "What?" I said, not understanding what she was asking me. "What's your name?" "Tommy," I answered. "I see," said my mom. "And are you my son or are you my daughter?" "I'm your son," I replied. "And you want to kill Tammy? Why does she have to die?" "There is no Tammy," I protested, "there's only a brain anomaly." "Tammy has been such a sweet daughter these past 3 years. I can't just let you kill her. Can't you be reasonable and merge personalities with her?" "I don't want to!" I yelled. "If you were still Tammy, I wouldn't let you kill Tommy." "I'm the real me," I argued. "It's not the same." "I won't force you to integrate Tammy's personality. But I can't let you kill her either. Perhaps we should just leave things the way they are." "No!" I cried. "She'll take control again." At that moment the doctor came back into the room. "I couldn't help overhearing you," the doctor said. "There is another alternative. We can completely block off the anomaly. You can postpone the decision to integrate or destroy indefinitely." "Yes," my mom said, "that would be an agreeable alternative." "I want it killed," I said. "There's no need for a hasty decision," my mom said. "If you still feel the same way in a few months, then we'll see about it." "I won't change my mind," I declared. My mom told the doctor to proceed with blocking off the anomaly. I wasn't very happy about it, but I would have been hysterical if she had told them to integrate it. The treatment was performed that afternoon, and we headed back home shortly afterwards. Chapter 7 I sat quietly while riding in the car. I was glad to be out of the doctor's office, but now I had to think about what to do next. "When can I start sexual alteration treatments to be changed back to a boy?" I asked. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm not able to afford the treatments right now." "You could afford them 3 years ago." "Actually, I couldn't. I'm still paying off money I borrowed for the treatments, and will be for the next several years." "You mean I'm stuck being a girl?" I cried. "I'm afraid so, or at least until you can afford the treatments yourself." "But that will be years," I complained. "Oh come on, Tommy, I'm sure you'll find that being a girl can be quite enjoyable." Hopefully that was true, because like it or not, I was stuck being a girl. When we got home my mom told Janet what had happened. Janet stared at me and shook her head. "It would have been a lot easier if you had integrated the personality. Now we'll have to teach you how to be a girl." "What do you mean?" I asked, "I already am a girl. I don't need to be taught how to be one." "Oh really," Janet smirked, "and what do you know about applying makeup, using tampons, wearing high heels, and a hundred other things a girl has to know?" "Not much," I conceded, "but I'm sure you'll teach me." "You bet I will," Janet agreed, "I don't want my little sister embarrassing me." A little while later I went outside and sat on our front steps. It was hard to think of anything except "I'm a girl; I'm a girl; I'm a girl." I thought about Janet calling me her little sister. It seemed so strange to be called that, especially since she had been my little sister yesterday; or at least yesterday from my perspective. I looked up and saw a very pretty girl walking by on the sidewalk. I thought she was about my age. She waved to me, so I waved back. Then she started walking towards me. "Hi, Tammy!" she called out. I looked at her carefully, wondering if she was someone I knew. But I was reasonably confident that I had never met her before. "Hello," I replied, "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" It was the wrong thing to say. Her smile turned into a frown, and tears welled in her eyes. She turned and started walking away. "Wait!" I yelled. "Don't go. I don't have any memory of the last three years. I'd really like to get to know you." The girl stopped walking and turned back towards me. "Is this some sort of joke, Tammy?" she asked, "because if it is, it's not very funny." "No, it's not a joke. I really don't have any memory of the past 3 years. And my name is Tommy and not Tammy." My sister Janet chose that moment to walk out the door. "Hi, Karen," Janet said, "I see you met my former brother Tommy." "Your brother?" the girl queried. "Well she was until yesterday," Janet laughed, "right, Tommy?" "You're not being very helpful," I said, "you could at least introduce us." "I'm sorry," Janet said. "Karen, this is my new sister Tommy. And Tommy, this is Karen Brown, one of Tammy's closest friends. Karen's family moved in next door two years ago." "Hi, Karen," I said, "pleased to meet you." "But you already know me, Tammy," Karen objected. "Tommy forgot everything from the last three years," Janet explained. "I did not," I objected. "You did too!" Janet insisted. "I did not," I argued, "I never knew what happened. So I haven't forgotten anything." "Are you Tammy or not?" Karen asked. "She was Tammy, but now she's Tommy," Janet answered. "I was never Tammy!" I shouted. "You're driving me crazy!" Karen squawked, "I'm going home." Karen stomped away, occasionally looking back and shaking her head. "Well that didn't go very well," Janet commented. "It's all your fault," I said. "My fault? You're the one who said you were never Tammy." "Well I wasn't." "You're only going to confuse people by saying that." "But it's the truth." "You need to come up with a better story than the truth," Janet said. Later that evening I went to my bedroom to get ready for bed. After I got undressed, I spent some time staring at myself. It was sort of neat to be able to stare at the naked body of a girl. I ran my hands over my body, and touched myself in places that no girl would have let me touch when I was a boy. But I was also feeling very tired, and so I slipped into the gown I had woken up in this morning. I got into my bed and quickly fell to sleep. I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes. I saw that I was in the same bed I had gone to sleep in, and I breathed a big sigh of relief. I think I can handle being a girl, but I don't think I can handle waking up in the wrong bed again. THE END?