I woke up feeling rather strange this morning and as I sat up with my eyes still closed I felt long hair come to rest on my shoulders and a strange wait move on my chest. Alarmed I opened my eye to see long strands of brown hair covering my face and hanging over my shoulders. I reached up to my chest and found myself groping two breasts.

I didn’t panic though as it wasn’t the first time I had woken up on April 1st like this. My sister was a brilliant cosmetic artist and I was a deep sleeper, mix those together with someone who just loved to pull pranks and it usually spelt disaster, for me anyway.

I had to hand it to my sister, these ‘breasts’ felt more real than last year and I had yet to find the seam so I could remove them. Oddly enough I didn’t get an erection at the sight of them this time and I had goosebumps instead. I justified that as being used to these pranks and the rubber suit I was obviously wearing.

While the breasts were a minor inconvenience, the hair was annoying, so I reach up and tugged on the hair, only to cause pain to myself. She didn’t, I thought to myself as I tugged one more time. She did! My sister had somehow glued the wig to my head this year, making it impossible to remove. I was so angry on how reckless she was this time, to glue something onto my head was just plain stupid.

Furious I got off my bed and head for the door, I didn’t care if I was half naked at the moment, I was going to give my sister a piece of my mind. Though I stopped dead in my track after a few steps. I was walking differently and my hips seemed to sway a bit more than usual so I looked down.

Now I started to panic, I was completely naked and I seemed to be missing a vital piece of equipment. I didn’t care how good of a cosmetic artist my sister was, there’s no way she could’ve hidden my genitals in this suit to such a level and trying to mentally stir it into action proved it was no longer there. I had been wrong this entire time. I wasn’t made out to look like a girl, I WAS a girl.

That knowledge only gave me pause for a few seconds as I contemplated my situation. I was almost tempted to get back onto my bed and do some more self exploration but I was still angry at my sister and knew she was somehow behind all this. So I decided to stick with my current plan of confronting her…. Though I should probably get dressed first, I thought as I stared at my naked body again.

I walked over to my closet and opened it up and saw that she had even carried out another prank from the past, replacing all my clothes with girl clothes. I really hated the day she did that as she only gave me skirts and dresses, something she also did today. Though this time I wasn’t as embarrassed of the idea of wearing them.
I quickly got dressed, including putting on a bra, and exited my room. I headed straight to my sister’s room and didn’t even bother knocking. Instead I opened the door and flung it wide open. In front of me was my sister half dressed and shocked at my intrusion.

“Who are you?” She asked rather shocked as she dropped the skirt she was putting on.

“Oh don’t give me that!” I yelled. “I know you’re behind this, now change me back!”

Her reaction didn’t change, in fact she seemed even more confused than before. “Look lady, you’re the one who entered my house and burst into my room,” she actually seemed almost scared. “You’re making no sense and if you don’t leave right now I’m calling the cops.”

“Are you serious?” I asked dropping my hostile act. “You’re telling me you don’t know it’s me? That I’m your brother Daniel?”

My sister relaxed as well and it seemed she had a moment of realization. “Oh I get it now, this is a joke. My brother decides to get back at me for all those years of pulling those pranks by pretending he’s actually been turned into a girl. Well you can tell that little twerp I’m not falling for it.”

I couldn’t believe it, my sister thought this was all a joke, that I had hired someone to pretend she was me. “It’s no joke, really am your brother. I’ll prove it. Ask me something only the two of you know.” I realized I couldn’t offer the information as if she thought I was an actress I could’ve been fed line to say, so I had to let her ask the questions.

We stood there for about 10 to 20 minutes going back and forth between questions of our past. She tried to make the questions as tricky as possible to a point where I legitimately struggled to answer them. Even then she wasn’t fully convinced. “Okay, you’re either my brother or you’ve gone through a great deal to convince me you are. Either way what do you want me to do about your current predicament?”

That question caught me off guard as I didn’t know the answer. “After all these years of the feminization pranks you’ve pulled on me I thought you were behind this.” I confessed, though she should’ve known that already.

“Please, don’t you think you would know by now if your sister was a witch?” She asked me. She then stood there in contemplation. “Though I might, MIGHT, know someone could help. She’s interested in the occult so could offer a possible solution to this problem.”

“That’s great!” I hugged my sister, lifting her up in the air a little before taking a step back. “So can you call her?”

“No, she doesn’t have a phone,” she informed me. “But I know where she lives so if you let me get dressed I can drive us there.”

I realised that my sister still hadn’t had the chance to fully get dressed since my out burst. “Oh sorry and thank you,” I said as I stepped out of her room.

“No problem,” she replied. “I was going to her place today anyway,” she informed me as she began to shut her door. She then stopped to say one last thing, “Oh by the way, Danielle, April Fools’.”