Finally Bill and the other me came back into the room. "What happened?" I
immediately asked the other me.
"He just asked me a lot of questions and had me take a few tests" the
other me answered with a shrug.
"And now it's someone else's turn." Bill said. I shrugged, figuring that
it might as well be me, but Katie had gotten up first, so Bill led her off
to another room. After Katie had eventually come back, it was Dad's turn, then
finally mine.
Bill had led me to the dining room, and gestured for me to sit down. "Now
Judy," he said, "I have a few questions for you. Please answer them as
honestly as you can."
I grimaced, and then reminded him "I'm not Judy. I'm Jason." He just
nodded as if that was the answer he'd expected.
"Well I do have some questions for you." Bill said calmly, "To start with,
what is your favorite color?"
For at least half an hour Bill asked me question after question, some of
which were as simple as things I liked and disliked, while others were a
little more in depth and technical. Some of them I couldn't answer at all,
not having a clue. He also had me do some of those stupid ink blot tests,
telling him what kind of things I saw in the smudges. Real stupid stuff. Then
finally he led me back into his garage workshop, and hooked a few electrodes to
my head for a couple minutes to measure my brainwaves.
Finally Bill said "All right, I'm done with you. When you get back into
the living room, please send..." a pained look appeared on Bill's face, "...Mary
in." I nodded, then went and did as he asked.
While Bill was talking with Mom, I took advantage of the opportunity to go
to the bathroom. My bladder was beginning to kill me, and as much as I
dreaded what I was going to have to do, I figured that I might as well just
get it over and done with.
As soon as I was in the bathroom, I stopped and stared at the mirror. Judy
stared back. The same Judy that I'd argued with earlier that day. Her light
brown hair and pretty face were now mine, and I hoped that they wouldn't be
for much longer. If anyone could figure out how to get us back to normal it
was Bill. Then, as I stared at Judy's face, I couldn't help but wondering
exactly whose body she'd ended up in. After all, it stood to reason that if
I'd been turned to her, then maybe she'd been turned into me. But somehow
I had the feeling that it wasn't going to be that simple.
With a sigh, I turned away from the mirror and uncomfortably pulled down
my pants and sat down on the toilet to do my business. The feeling of relief
was just the same as it normally was, though the way it sprayed out felt
just a tiny bit odd. And when I was done, I stared at my naked crotch in
both disgust and fascination. I'd never seen a real pussy before, only the
ones in my magazines. Somehow though, I never suspected that the first one
I'd see would really be my sisters. Or was that mine? For several minutes
I just nervously looked at my crotch, even hesitantly touching myself.
Strange. Very strange. Then suddenly feeling embarrassed, I grabbed a huge
wad of toilet paper and wiped myself dry so that I could hurry out of the
bathroom.
A short while later, Bill came back in with a serious, but sad look on his
face. He stared at us for a long moment, then finally said "I'm afraid it's
even worse than I thought" Bill winced slightly, refusing to look any of us
in the eye. Then he finally looked up and gulped visibly before saying "Why
don't you all come into my work shop. I'll explain it there."
I frowned, and then gave a nervous look at Dad before following behind
Bill. When we had all gathered back in the garage, Bill stopped and stared at
some computer screen for a moment, which only made me even more apprehensive.
Finally he turned back to us and took a deep breath before continuing.
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