I looked around in the semi-darkness, wondering what was coming next…

I’d been ‘taken’ on my way home from work, the two women saying they could see I needed ‘help’. They had told me not to worry, they would take care of everything, now…

I’d woken in this room. I’d been dressed as a woman; bra, knickers, blouse with a jumper over it and leather slacks. Problem was, I was a guy, but these clothes were filling out way too well. I’d shakily got up off of the cot, and walked over to the mirror…

A woman looked back at me. Homely, not necessary pretty, but ordinary. A woman, nonetheless. I let out a squeak of surprise, then noticed my new high-pitched voice. What had those women done to me? Turned me into their perverted idea of what I should look like? Surely, I hadn’t been ‘out’ long enough for all this to be real, had I?

I pulled the jumper away from me, then peered under the blouse. That bra wasn’t padded. There was a cute set of ‘C’ cup breasts under it…

I squeaked again, a combination of shock and arousal. Seemed like I was batting for the other team, now…

There was a creak, and the bedroom door opened. The two women came in, steered me back to the bed and sat down either side of me. They both then kissed me and one of them started rubbing her hands up and down my slacks…

I was going to ask them why; then I realised I didn’t care…

“You’re going to be a bit mixed up for a while”, one of the women said. No kidding! “You’ve been unconscious for about a week; we’ve tried to give your system time to settle down.”

I then managed to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because you’re our sister, silly!”, was the reply. “We missed you, ever since you got taken from us.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve never seen you before in my life”, I said. “I’m sure I’d remember women as gorgeous as you two.”

“I’m Bethany”, the one on the right said, “and this is Tracey. Your real name is Sally. And don’t worry; you’ll be as gorgeous as us when you’ve finished developing.”

A wave of ‘something’ hit me then and I almost passed out. The women held on to me and steered me back into bed.

“You’re up way too early”, Tracey said. To Bethany, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

I just laid back on the cot and everything went black…

It was dark again when I woke up. Feeling around, I found a light switch, and a warm but weak light lit the room.

One of the women had been sleeping in the chair on the other side of the room; she woke with a start as I turned the light on, then came over to me.

“Hi, Sally”, she said. “Feeling any better?”

“That’s not really my name, and you know it”, I said.

“Damn, I was hoping you’d remember something, by now”, she said. “I want my sister back…”

To my amazement, she started to cry. Despite what they’d done, I couldn’t help hugging her…

Tracey came into the room and her mouth dropped open.

Bethany and I were in bed together.

“You cheeky cow!”, she exclaimed. “You have all the fun. Budge over.”

The cot groaned but managed to take the weight of the three of us. I ended up sandwiched between the pair of them. The ridiculousness of the situation got to me, and I started laughing. This set Bethany and Tracey off and soon, the three of us were roaring our heads off, kissing and cuddling like old friends.

Suddenly, everything seemed a little less unfamiliar.

“We’ve done this before, haven’t we?”, I said. The others looked at me in amazement, smiles on their faces.

“We had a sleepover last Easter, when I was on a break from college”, I said. Bethany squealed with delight.

“You remember!”, she said. “Oh Sally, you’re coming back to us!”

“Seems like I just needed the sex to trigger things”, I said.

“Oh well, needs must…”, said Tracey, giggling. She vanished under the covers. Soon I was arching my back. “Where did you learn to do that…!!”

I was true. The more they ‘did’ to me, the more I was remembering. I also remembered that I was a raging lesbian nymphomaniac…

We then had one hell of a session in bed, ending up in a heap of sweaty arms and legs. I then slinked off to the shower, leaving the others asleep in a tangled heap.

I was examining my body in the shower as the memories faded again. Soon I was looking around in the shower, wondering once again how come I was a woman…

“Sally? You ok?”, came a voice. Bethany was looking for me. A head then poked around the shower door…

“Ah! There you are…”, she said, stopping as she saw the look on my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way”, I said, “but who are you?”

“Oh shit, not again…”, moaned Bethany…

It turned out, after some experimentation, that I could only retain memories and retrieve them when I was sexually aroused. As soon as I went back to ‘normal’, my original amnesiac male personality took over and all memories of Sally disappeared.

Neither Bethany or Tracey had a clue what was wrong with me. Even as my male persona, I was happy to keep them company, so that wasn’t a problem. They just wanted their sister back…

They had no idea who had done this to me. Then, going through my purse, they found an appointment card for a Doctor Anderson, a Psychologist/Hypnotherapist…

Putting two and two together, Bethany and Tracey got dressed, dressed me and we all piled into the car and headed for the doctors address.

Bethany was the strong one of us, so she just barged in to the office, ignoring the protests of the receptionist.

“You, go”, she said to the woman lying on the couch. She looked at Bethany, wisely decided not to argue, and left.

“You, stay”, Bethany said to Doctor Anderson. “You’re going to fix my sister.”

Tracey brought me into the room. I was fighting her, trying to escape, tears streaming from my eyes. Doctor Anderson went white as he saw me.

“I can explain!”, he said. “I thought she was ok! I didn’t realise I’d used the wrong tape until it was too late, but it didn’t seem to do any harm…!”

“Any harm!”, thundered Bethany. “You turned our sister into an amnesiac who thinks she’s male. You call that not doing any harm?? Fix this, now!”

Shaking, Doctor Anderson asked Tracey to get me onto the couch. I was screaming, clawing, fighting to get out. They had to inject me with a mild sedative.

I slumped onto the couch.

Immediately, Doctor Anderson turned to me. He slipped a pair of headphones on me and started a tape playing. I don’t remember much after that…

“Oh… my head…”, I groaned and sat up.

“You ok, Sal?”, asked Bethany, hopefully.

“Apart from what feels like a massive hangover, yes”, I said. “I need pizza…”

Tracey looked up, also hopeful. “Do you recognise me?”

“I’m drunk, probably, not stupid”, I said. “’Course I do, Trace.”

With a squeal, both sisters hugged me. Sally was back…