Chapter 4 - Shower Time
The alarm rang aloud.
A pretentious clarion trill rattled in the chill morning air. It was 7 a.m., maybe a bit too early for him, as he wasn't going to school on that day. Real Chris turned it off, slamming his thin fingers on it until he randomly pressed the right button and lay back again. He hadn't slept well that night. He tossed and turned for a long time before passing out exhausted, as if suddenly his bed had become a carpet of needles. But his mattress had nothing to do with his discomfort. It was his body to be uncomfortable.
He was worried. He was trying his best not to show all of his worries to Claire and hiding them from his parents as well. But truth was, he wasn't sure he could manage what was to come.
He lay there, in the middle of his large bed, arms spread open like a crucified victim, and recalled the previous day, in the bathroom, when he'd had to pee, how terrified he'd felt, because it implied he had to do it with Claire's...
He huffed out a breath, blowing breath out of his lips, and inhaled deeply right after, repeating it multiple times as to try to deaden some sort of anxiety clogging his lungs.
He remembered how he'd slid off his clothes trying to keep his eyes locked right in front of him, piercing the sheer glass of the window opposite the toilet. He'd stared intensely at the rusty leaves of the neighbour's red maple tree and did the thing.
He felt so uneasy when wiping with toilet paper. He wasn't doing anything wrong, anything rude or disrespectful but yet he felt... dirty doing it.
Dammit, it was his sister's very... uhm... groin that he was feeling under his fingertips through the copious layers of soft paper! But what was immensely worst, was that he felt his own touch. He felt his touch coming from... there! He swiftly put his clothes on again and went back to the sink, to wash his hands, hoping water would rinse away the still lingering feeling of touch from his fingers. He raised his gaze slowly, meeting Claire's in the mirror.
She looked embarrassed and sorry.
Now, still oustretched on his bed, he had a brand new problem to face. On the previous night he'd convincingly told Claire she needed a shower. The fact was that he needed one as well. He perceived how reluctant she was because he was too.
If he'd felt that horrible by only using toilet paper, how would he feel when washing her whole naked body? He might keep his eyes stuck to the ceiling or even downright clenched but... He still would feel the touch. It drove him crazy.
There's no choice. Fuck it, the sooner, the better!
He got up and left his room for the bathroom. Claire's door was still shut, but a gentle snore came from the inside suggesting someone was in there. That was quite funny. He had never heard his own snoring. He pursed his lips into a timid smile, at least it wasn't that bad or too loud!
He got into the bathroom and he just... stomped angrily in front of the sink, grinding his teeth and cursing madly inside his head.
Whoever built that stupid bathroom had had the fucking idea to put the shower right in front of the sink! Which is to say, the huge mirror reflected the whole shower transparent glasses. Fuck.
He calmed down. He had to shower, that was for sure. Ok, he thought, eyes closed it is!
Determined to accomplish such a - normally - simple task as a shower, he started pulling up his large shirt and tossed it in the laundry basket.
He gulped down nervously.
He put down the shorts and there he was, standing in girlish red lace underwear. And the worst was still yet to come! He had to unfasten his bra. His bra! How ridiculous that even sounded!
He reached his back with both hands and he tried and he tried... dammit. What the actual fuck! He had undone many bras before from his past girlfriends but doing it with his own hands on his own body was a completely different story.
How do girls manage to even wear it?
A bit annoyed he had no choice but to pull it off like it was a shirt. He gripped the bra sides and... pulled up. It came off quite easily but he didn't feel like reopening his eyes right away. Surely not after feeling his bare breasts bounce! He felt the chill air brushing it and it send a shiver to cross his spine. Damn, he wasn't even touching!
Determined to end this thing as quick as possible, he did the same with his panties and gropingly walked into the shower tray.
Even the water running down his body felt uncomfortable. It outlined his shape with its slow flowing on the pale skin.
He let hot water slide over his body for a while before he finally grasped the shower gel and put some of it on his sponge. Fuck. Wrong sponge. He should've used Claire's. He changed it quickly and, breathing in deeply, he started rubbing his skin. Arms, legs, feet, then the arms again, armpits, belly, let's do the legs once more just for luck, maybe the armpits need another brush, had he already done the arms? Okay, the easy parts were done and clean - maybe even too much. Stop procrastinating, Christopher. Now it was about time to take care of the... intimate places.
He started from his bottom, rubbing his round buttocks in wide circles. It was pretty easy too, at least until he had to squeeze the sponge into the tight cleft in between. He shuddered for he was touching his sister's ass!
The thickness of the porous blue piece of synthetic foam helped him attenuate the contact. He passed to his back, writhing his arms to reach every spot of it. Much to his discomfit, he then passed to his breasts. The sponge just slightly brushed the skin. He could feel everything, from the soft grazing on his underboobs, to the light touch on the cleft of his cleavage. Claire's breasts were full and pretty big, enough to suit perfectly her body, but in that moment for Chris they were a torture and a damned hindrance.
He had to stop as he tickled the nipples, to let out the breath he was holding.
That was hella disturbing. He was a boy, touching his own female tits and feeling every single touch!
He pondered the thought of simply give it all up and just get out. But he had to take good care of Claire's body. If his father's team would ever find a way to fix the switch, he wanted to return a well-maintained body to his sister.
Chris collected every ounce of courage and went on, the Redfield's typical stubbornness finally prevailing over modesty. He eventually slid the sponge down on his belly and lowered it further down until he reached the groin and washed it carefully, holding his breath and gritting his teeth.
He'd done it. And without even opening the eyes a single time!
It felt dirty. So damn dirty, but he succeeded.
He grasped the shampoo fancy bottle and washed his hair too. His ew medium-length hair made a surprisingly big quantity of foam. Chris could only scoff at the ridiculous amount of water he needed in order to rinse it all away properly.
When finally he turned off the water a little, tactical glance told him that the glass of the shower was completely steamy.
Of course it is, you dumbass!
He'd kept his eyes shut uselessly for most of the time! Well... nevermind, he had to close them again after all as he had to step out.
Voluntarily blinded, Chris slid the glass door open and searched for the bathrobe, well actually Claire's red one. And there it was, for the second time in less than a minute he addressed at himself as a total dumbass. The robe was nowhere to be found. Claire had the habit to keep her bathrobe in her closet as she'd always get dressed inside it, everytime she'd have a shower, she just pick it up first along with her underwear. Hell, he should've checked before.
He leant outside the shower box dripping wet and, when he stretched an arm to get a towel near the sink, he stumbled awkwardly. Then it happened.
Trying to regain balance he was obviously forced to open his eyes... and then he saw her. Unfortunately, the big mirror was only partially steamy, just in the upper side, so his figure was completely reflected.
He stared for a few moments at that beautiful nude female body standing right in front of him. He was unable to move. Or to breathe. The curves, the pale skin, the flat belly, the curvy hips, the rosy nipples... it all seemed to be standing there just for his entertainment. He gulped down hard, lost in that vision.
But when his eyes met Claire's in the mirror, he just turned around violently, getting all his densely wet tendrils to last and stick to his face. He somehow got that damned towel and wrapped his body in it. A little bit more at ease now that he was covered, he reopened his eyes again and huffed out a sigh.
What was that look on Claire's face? He was sure he'd never seen it before. And what was that feeling rising from his lowest parts? Although he'd never experienced that feeling since the body switch, he could easily guess what it actually was.
Arousal.
Such awareness struck him hard. So extremely hard that any hot feeling was thrown away by another well-known one.
Shame.
He slowly turned and, after few more seconds of complete guilty shame, he finally looked back at the mirror. Claire looked back, her cheeks blushing, her killer blue eyes looking at him in deep embarrassment. He knew the face was hers, but the shame was all his.
Chris wanted to apologize... of course, Claire wasn't there, she'd face the same problem in a nick of time, she'd see him naked (God, he wouldn't even think of her feeling aroused), but it wasn't his fault that he was in her body and that he was a fucking boy, who was fucking attracted by females. No nuclear blast could ever change that!
But it was his sister's body all the same. He shouldn't have looked. No, he shouldn't have even stared. Not in that way. It was disgusting! Gross! Pervert! Sick! Revulsion pervaded his whole being and Chris could only watch it reflected on Claire's face. Veiled behind all that gorgeousness she was judging him. You pervert!
Chris thought it'd been so damn disrespectful of him to watch. Because he stared at the "body", forgetting it was actually Claire's. Only the sight of her face managed to bring him back to reality, reminding him whose boobs he was staring at.
He imposed himself to calm down and rationalize the whole thing.
It was his first shower, his first real meeting with her full-frontal nudity. He knew he had to get used to see it sooner or later. In hindsight, he found himself feeling even a bit "proud" of his reaction... Shame was a good signal.
Shame meant he respected Claire, her intimacy, her body, her privacy. For a moment he just forgot whom that body belonged to but, as soon as he saw her face, the good brother instinct kicked back in and overcame anything. Chris rose his gaze back at the reflection, hoping to see his sister sigh in relief as if she'd anyhow corroborate his thoughts with a smile and cheer him up, but he was met only by a worried Claire.
I'm sorry, Claire-bear...
A knock on the door shook him from his self-blaming thoughts. He clumsily draped a towel around his drenched hair and unlocked the door.
He was there, standing in the door frame with a rather perplexed look on his face. His own face.
"Good morning, Claire," real Chris said, forcing a smile to crack on his face, in the hope she wouldn't read any previous thought still ghosting on his new pretty face.
"Morning, Chris... I see you showered..." real Claire muttered.
"Yeah, I needed one too," real Chris replied, resuming his tough brother mode, "are you ready for yours?"
Always straight to the point. Chris wouldn't lose time in useless speech. This was such one of his best qualities, that now happened to turn at her complete detriment though. Claire secretly wished to somehow skip the shower, even if she knew it wasn't possible. Her brother reminding her the task only added a new layer of frustration to her.
"Do you really wanna know?" real Claire answered.
Real Chris moved aside and allowed her in the bathroom, where real Claire was met by ruffles of steam and the fruity perfume of her shampoo.
"Did you use my shampoo?" she asked with a half-smile of appreciation.
"Of course! I mean... I don't want your hair to smell like... What is that?" Chris glanced inside the shower box, looking for his usual pine green plastic bottle of shampoo. "White musk."
"Did you use the conditioner too?"
Real Chris blinked a couple of times too much for Claire not to understand he had no idea what she was talking about. She smiled and explained, "you know Chris, there's a whole shelf full of skincare and hairstyling products me and Mom use... Right there." And she pointed at a shelf hanging on the bottom wall, right behind him.
"Well then... you'll have to teach me!" Real Chris smiled and added lovingly, "I want to take the best care of your body, Claire!"
Those last words faded into a sudden silence fallen between them.
He wants to take best care of my body. And he has just showered.
Real Claire found herself wondering how his shower went by. She felt her cheeks starting to flush and burn at the thought of Chris looking at her nudity. What would he have thought of her? It wasn't like going to the beach in a bikini with her friends! It was rather about being completely naked right under his eyes and his hands. To make matters even worse, all her flaws, her uglinesses, were all there in full display. No, nudity was a bad thing under all points of view.
He felt it. He felt her worries, her discomfort and he wanted to placate them all. Even though he couldn't imagine how bad her bowels were twitching, causing her nausea.
"Claire..." he said as he got closer and ducked his head downwards just a bit, enought to meet her downcast gaze. He almost lost the towel wrapped around his hair but his sister caught it in time not to let it completely slip off. Without uttering a single word, she deftly wrapped it better around her former head and even gave the scalp a little massage, just to help it absorb the water better and faster. She made great effort attempting to dose properly the force she was putting in it.
"Thank you, Claire," real Chris said standing in front of his former tall body. His head swung back and forth under the gentle massage. " So... are you ready?" he insisted.
Real Claire needed a hug.
And she was about to claim it on her own. She gently grabbed her former head and pushed it closer to her bulky self, sinking her new one in the humid cotton fabric. Real Chris hugged her back, and slid his thin arms under those big, brawny ones, and slowly rubbed the wide back.
"Don't worry Claire." He murmured, with his mouth pressed to those beloved hard-gained pectorals. He could feel his very own heart beating. It was pounding fast. It could only mean that real Claire was scared. He knew that. But he wouldn't let her down, he would've been there with her to help.
He felt that huge chest widen in his embrace as Claire breathed in deeply... She was going to say something.
"Chris... I... I'm scared." She whimpered with her head still dipped in the towel.
"I know Claire. It ain't easy…" real Chris replied, "but I'm here to help you. Tell me what scares you..."
She hesitated a bit. "Nudity."
He sighed, tightening his grip around her and got even closer. He knew perfectly what she meant. The problem wasn't just the nudity.
He knew she had had boyfriends, and even if the thought wasn't pleasing at all – it'd have normally triggered his brotherly jealousy – he suspected she'd been naked in front of someone else and had seen other people naked as well. It was their nudity the burning matter.
"Claire. I was scared too, you know?" He confessed, raising his head up to meet her gaze, "I've been scared of this shower for the whole night. I've had a hard time here just few minutes ago, you know?"
Real Claire widened her hazelnut eyes at the sudden revelation. Notwithstanding her clear growing uneasiness, Chris seemed determined to show her they truly were in this together, even if that would mean to stop playing the hero card. "I kept my eyes closed throughout the whole shower. I was so damn scared to look down at your body."
She seemed relieved at the thought he hadn't seen her, but he hadn't finished his confession yet. "Its' unavoidable to feel your body, you know. You… you can refuse to shower for the rest of your life, or you can just keep your eyes closed just like I did, but you'll never escape the feeling. You can't really escape being me. And I believe in what I said yesterday: since it's fucking inevitable, we can only get used to each other."
His words sounded serious and solemn, and slowly worked their way through his sister. Even if his speech would only result in a poor attempt in coaxing her to accept their fate, it sire had some effect on him. It was quite like reasoning out aloud. He wasn't just convincing Claire to have a shower and stop smelling bad, he was first deluding himself that what had just occurred in the bathroom was somehow alright.
The first step.
"I also failed epically." He tittered. "I pretty much almost slammed my, well… your face into the sink! And… and I had to look." He continued, his throat suddenly drying up as he revealed his little forbidden misadventure. "It was so embarrassing! And I swear, Claire, I've never been so ashamed in my whole life! But… but… it was me. I almost fell, I had a shower, I was in the mirror."
Real Chris took extreme care to skip the utmost shameful staring part and all that concerned his arousal. That wouldn't have helped. Not at all. He watched his sister as she seemed to quite cower under those little confessions of his. He needed to be more convincing!
"The body you're in... is yours now. Nobody ought to be ashamed of his own body. I know it used to be your brother's - mine - but now, the most important thing is that you feel at ease inside it, We have no idea how long it will belong to you, if a week, a month, a year... or forever. I want you to just feel comfortable inside your new skin. So I wish for myself." Real Chris placed a hand on that stubbled, sad face and gently pushed it until she was looking at him. "Claire-bear, we'll be facing many adversities from now on... at school, with our friends, even with our family I guess. But you and I, we must stand. Together. Do you hear? We better take advantage of this little time we have to stay home and get over at least our... uh... siblings' modesty."
Chris was so insightful and very good with words when it came to help his sister. He would speak open-hearted to just find the best way to alleviate her fears. Claire was glad he was her brother.
He was right about the adversities: hard times loomed on the horizon. With him by her side it'd be easier. It was time to start working on the first obstacle and overcome it. So his brother's nude body wouldn't be a problem anymore.
"Ok, Chris. Let's do this!" Real Claire nodded, convinced, leaning back from the tight hug.
"It's striptease time, then!" real Chris laughed in the attempt to defuse the embarrassment and assess the final blow to it, but he only got Claire to frown on the spot.
You three-times dumbass!
He risked spoiling everything he'd accomplished with his purposeful speech in less than a split of a second. "I'm kidding Claire... I was just trying to... I'm sorry. I'm an idiot."
"No, you're not. You're right, Chris. It's time to hit that fucking shower!" Real Claire said, right before pulling off her shirt and pulling down her sweatpants. Now she was standing only in her boxers. The last obstacle. Once they'd be gone she'd be naked.
Real Chris stood there, with his fists resting on the hips, as he stared with an increasing pride shamelessly showing on his feminine face. It was the first time he saw his barenaked body from the outside and he couldn't help but nod in self-appreciation.
"What?" His sister muttered, furrowing her brows in confusion as she scraped her elbow.
"Uh? Oh... nothing, Claire." He stepped onward and touched his beloved biceps, lightly pinching them as if to test their solidity, he even gave a gentle slap to his toned pectorals, appreciating the sound and the little waves rippling the skin. "I'm so proud of myself! I did a great job with all those weights!"
Real Claire rolled her eyes at that so-Chris-like statement and cleared her throat, trying to release tension. She was still hesitating after all.
"Do you want me to go out?" Real Chris asked in a soft voice, noticing her uneasiness.
"I... I don't know... I mean... were you usually able to wash your back on your own?" Claire asked, quirking one of her thick eyebrows.
"What? Of course I was!" Chris squealed in confusion with his female voice.
"I just... thought that with these big arms you wouldn't reach your back" Claire hoarsely giggled.
There she was. His sister. No matter how hard the situation would get for her, every now and then her laughter would pop out. It was relieving for him to listen to her laugh, even if it didn't sound like the one he was used to hear.
"I'll leave you to the shower," Chris said and placed a cheering gentle slap on that hard butt. Right before leaving the room he turned back to Claire and implored, "just please... don't use that strawberry shampoo on my manly hair!"
"Tsk! It's your body, my ass!" Claire snorted.
Claire was alone now. Still wearing the boxer-briefs. Chris's words had still an effect on her, accordingly, she felt a bit braver. In one, continuous movement she just slipped them off and tossed them away with her foot, then walked in the shower and turned on the water. The glass was still steamy so she hadn't to worry about any reflection.
No biggie, it's just hygiene. Routine hygiene.
She kept repeating those words inside her mind like a mantra to coax her it was simply possible to finally feel at ease inside her new boyish body. Yes, better start today. Bracing as much courage as she could muster, she looked down on herself. On him.
She saw him. Weird. That strange appendage swinging between her thighs.
Okey-dokey, Claire. It's not your first one. You've seen things like that before... really closely. It's just a penis.
Well, it wasn't actually like any she'd seen so far, its dimensions were... important. Even from her new point of view. In the end, though it was just a dick. Despite these thoughts, she didn't manage to wipe away all the shame she felt, but it was a beginning at least.
She started washing her body carefully, even her back. Well... Chris was really able to wash his back by himself!
While carrying on those little ministrations on herself, she just kept wondering... how should she properly wash that penis? When all the rest of her body was covered in foam, she tried to pass the sponge over it but it just felt not alright. It was uncomfortable and it didn't feel cleaned that much. Just slightly a bit more at ease, real Claire decided to go for the do-it-yourself road. She put some soap on her right hand and, without looking, she reached down and started washing. She had to attempt many times before she got to stop withdrawing the hand.
The touch. She felt the touch. Chris was right, you cannot escape the feeling.
She was using only her fingertips to gently brush it but she couldn't avoid feeling a little pleasure at her own touch.
It was awful.
She remembered that... the penis wasn't the only thing to take care of down there. She took some more soap and started doing the same thing to her testicles.
My testicles! That sounds so cringey.
Her touch grew even more delicate and light as she wouldn't discover how does a pain in the balls feel. The more she brushed, the more the pleasant feeling grew... the more she'd feel guilty. She lastly stopped and brought her body under the water jet, rinsing away all the foam.
Once she was completely clean, she walked out the shower and right there she fell in the same trap as her brother. She didn't stumble but she'd completely forgotten about the mirror.
She saw him.
She couldn't see his face as it fell in the steamy part of the mirror due to his height, but all the rest of him was there. Plainly showing. Sculptured abdomen, pectorals, biceps and thick thighs... every single muscle was in the right place making good show of itself.
She struggled against her will but she couldn't help letting her gaze go down, surfing through the scarce dark hairs on his chest and lower belly.
She felt horrible for she liked, she enjoyed what she was looking at. She made haste to cover herself with the biggest towel she could find. Naively, she draped it around her torso too just to laugh a bit when she realized she had no reasons to at all. She had no breasts to cover. Allegedly, male nipples are fine. That was a little advantage of being a boy... you can go around topless and it'd just be okay.
Tittering, she lowered the towel all the way down to her waist. That little laugh helped her forget those twisted feelings and emotions of just a minute before.
Real Chris was in his sister's room, still enveloped in the towel. He'd completely forgotten to ask Claire for clothes when he left the bathroom and now he was just roaming and rummaging in her closet trying to find anything wearable. Or at least the underwear.
Damn, Claire would even be a tomboy inside but her closet was the most girlish place he had ever laid eyes on. The entrance was in the middle of the wall facing her bed. A shiny curtain of sheer plastic pearl strings hung to separate the two rooms like a long see-through veil. Right behind it, a wall covered in black wallpaper with a forest of dark-green philodendron leaves print on it, and a pink neon light writing, reading "Made in Heaven", both Claire's and Chris's one of the Queen's favourite song.
Both sides of the walk-in closet where covered by racks full of clothes, shoes and other accessories of any kind. In the bottom wall there was a wall-high mirror, making the room appear wider and brighter.
He didn't find any underwear in there so he thought it might just be in that big white chest of drawers next to the door. He was right. There, he found tons of... the girliest underwear. He never imagined his sister would be wearing such... sexy things?
The underwear drawer was a triumph of lace, satin, taffeta, sheer cloth and colourful bras of any shape. Chris had no idea what to pick. He found some black pieces who happened to appear pretty simple and... comfortable, as all those thongs didn't seem to be like that.
Chris managed to wear the panties without removing the towel but when it came the bra's turn... he had to. It took him a while to guess the exact way and, once he got to place the cups in position, he realised it was a real struggle to hook it up. Maybe if he opened his damned eyes...
Chris was going to give in as he angrily hurled it down, but the memory of his own words made him change his mind.
Get the shit done, Chris.
He opened his eyes and picked up the bra from the floor and then he looked down on himself. Down on her breasts. After a moment of deep uneasiness, he went inside the closet to take advantage of the wall-wide mirror. Maybe it'd be of some use. He obviously saw her again but, this time, he forced himself not to look away.
It's my body now...
Chris could easily keep repeating those words in his head a million times but it wouldn't stop that hot feeling rising again in the least! He was utterly aroused, again.
Claire is a woman. She has breasts. It's normal I feel this way now. I just need to get used to it. It will take time, Chris thought and, trying to ignore the rising heat, he started fighting with the hook again, using the mirror as a help.
What a fun show. The big, badass Chris Redfield being knocked down by a skimpy piece of clothing! He quickly lost it.
"Stupid... Fucking… shitty hook!" He roared. "Why don't you just do your job?! You motherf... SHIT!"
"Let me help you, Chris," real Claire said as she made her entrance in the closet. Chris hadn't heard her coming in and he winced at the unexpected gruff voice behind him. He stared at that big body reflected in the mirror, standing tall behind his dainty one, as real Claire deftly hooked up the bra in less than one little flick of her fingers.
"Thank you, Claire! I will never know how you girls can do it!" Chris said with a smirk and wriggled his tiny torso. "And I don't even know how you can bear wearing it! It feels so uncomfortable!"
"You have to adjust yourself in it..." real Claire replied and reached up with her big masculine hands to help him, but she abruptly stopped mid-air. "Do it yourself! You have to learn and by the way, now, only you know if my boobies are in comfort." It sounded weird even to herself asking him to touch some of her most delicate body parts, but somehow, unconsciously, it was a way to... equalize the touching she'd done to his penis a while before.
Chris felt his face grow hot in embarrassment. Did his sister just asked him to touch her breasts in front of her?
Nevertheless, he had to do it straight away, or she'd think he wasn't really believing the statements about their bodies he'd proclaimed. Hesitantly, he reached for the bra and slowly slid a hand under the cloth. The skin was smooth and the flesh so soft. "This way?"
"Yep! And now just... adjust!"
Real Chris worked his bosom with small gestures, raising the cup with one hand and palpating the round boob with the other, trying to be as gentler as he could, like if he was touching another woman. Somehow, he was. As soon as he finally felt more comfortable, he lowered his hands and struggled not to die in shame for the certain blush inflaming his cheeks.
"Feels okay?" Fake Chris asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. Thank you, Claire."
Fine. Boobies' emergency was over. Now it was about time real Claire put something on as well. "Ok, Chris... My turn now. It's starting to feel chilly around here."
She wasn't referring to her lower parts but apparently that's what Chris imagined as he slyly smirked at her.
He gestured her to follow him and together they went to his room. Real Claire walked in nothing more than a towel wrapped around her waist, whereas real Chris was only in his skimpy black lace underwear. Once in there, he taught her where to find anything, starting from boxer-briefs and socks up to jumpers and jeans and, obviously, all his rock bands t-shirts. Real Claire was highly happy to put boxers on again. After picking up few clothes she proposed to get back to her room so she'd do the same for him and show him around.
So they went back, real Claire in blue boxers and real Chris still in black underwear, like two top models on a fashion show, it was time for Chris to pick clothes. Real Claire pointed at some of the several compartments of her closet.
"For now, just know that here you can find the clothes I usually wear at home. Over there, instead, there are my aaamaaaziiiing pyjamas" she said, lengthening the vowels in the word amazing as she foresaw the silly reaction of her brother at her really amazing pyjamas. "Socks are in the second drawer, shoes are over there. Oh, and in this hook I usually hang my bathrobe. Keep it in mind, so next time you won't risk my life on slippery tiles, perhaps."
That said, she brought her huge, trained body towards the pink bed and started getting dressed.
After a while they were both dressed in comfy clothes, and lay together on a just made bed, side by side.
"How was your shower?" Real Chris asked, breaking the silence.
Real Claire kept her gaze stuck on the ceiling, unsure on what to answer. Her brother had been so sincere in the bathroom before, confessing her how his shower went. Still, she didn't feel like telling him how she touched his dick and how it felt.
"It wasn't easy." She started, "I mean... well... you know. But I made it."
"I'm glad you did," real Chris replied, "you know... I was so concerned about dealing with your body that I actually didn't really consider what it'd mean for me you watching me naked too. I mean... I was perfectly aware of that but never thought of the real implications." Real Chris began to feel a little more at ease in talking to his sister about that. He felt it'd help them cope. Claire was the only person on Earth he could ever be that outspoken with. They were actually talking about their most intimate body parts, their genitals, but still he found it easier than expected. "I only thought of how you would feel dealing with my naked body, but never really thought of how I would've dealt with you seeing my nude self."
Claire smiled softly, her brother was definitely the most caring person in the world. Always putting her above his own self. His sincerity was devastating.
"You know Chris, for me it was quite the other way round... I was concerned only about seeing your nudity and about you seeing mine. I mean... it's selfish. And I feel horrible for that. I feared your look on my skin... Thinking that you'd see me naked embarrassed me up to a point that I just didn't consider the effect that same thing would've had on you…" real Claire said, sorrowful.
Chris stayed silent. She was ashamed of his look on her body... pretty much the exact thing he did in the bathroom hardly thirty minutes before! Even if she wouldn't know, he somehow had hurt her. He knew it! He knew she wouldn't like being watched like that. He was the horrible one! He should feel horrible, not her!
Chris suddenly remmebered that look... the look he saw on her face when he looked at it in the mirror right after the shameful stare. It was so strange. So unlike her. So new. So... aroused.
He swept away that last thought and focused back on her words. She said felt horrible for not considering his feelings.
Oh Claire, darling.
Real Chris smiled and turned towards her. "Claire, you did nothing wrong at all! I challenge any other girl to face what we're facing now with your same strength!"
"But I should've considered your feelings, Chris!" the fake boy protested.
"Claire... even if I look like you now, I am the big brother! It's my duty to look after you, not the contrary! Don't forget it!" He joked, getting serious again right away. He entwined his thin hands with her big ones, assuming an expression of thoughtful concentration, as he tried to find the right words to say what he meant. "I know I am your brother. I'm not supposed to be seeing some parts of you. But here we are, facing this madness. And I know you... I know your insecurities about your body. You had to deal with being seen naked against your will and being seen like that by none less than… me. It's just okay how you reacted, darling. You have to regret nothing and feel ashamed for even less."
Claire smiled tenderly back at him. "Thank you, Chris." She was kinda happy the switch shit happened with him. She wouldn't have survived the thought of a stranger having free disposal of her body. In Chris's caring hands she could only be safe. Whatever his hands were now... if his or hers... not that it even mattered since, as entwined as they were now, their hands were as one.
"What about breakfast now?" real Chris asked joyfully.
"Yes! I'm starving! Dammit, Chris... your body is insatiable! I'm always so hungry in the morning... and in the afternoon... well, all day." She chuckled, a low warm laughter coming out of her.
"Let's go then. Maybe Mom prepared pancakes even if we're not having school today..." He replied, getting up and combing his still wet long auburn hair with his fingers. "You'll need to teach me how to style them too."
"Sure, Bro."
They were about to leave the room as real Chris hugged from behind that wide back that once belonged to him and candidly said "and by the way, Claire, you have no reasons to be insecure about your body. You have the most beautiful one I've ever seen!"
Hadn't he been clinging to that bulk of a fake boy, he'd have noticed how hard his sister blushed under all that beard.
UNLOCKED CONTENT: you can now safely read Behind The Scenes Chronicles chapter 2 "Show Time".