Latisha, aiming the remote at her two annoying siblings, fired the device, sending a blinding flash of light out of the device. The power was so great that it knocked Latisha onto her ass. Looking up, she only saw one of her victims standing there. Specifically, it was Monique. However, the body she now had below her head made Latisha burst out into laughter. Below the Monqiue's head, with her painted pink plump lips and purple eyeshadow, was the body of her brother Marlon. Her sister now wore a baggy football jersey and some faded baggy blue jeans. Not only that, she was packing her own brother's large cock, thought she was completely oblivious, as she believed it had always been hers.
"What is so damn funny, 'Tish?" Tish was the nickname Monique had given Latisha. Monique scratched her cock with her large hands, waiting for a response.
"Uhhh, nothing, Monique. Nothing at all." Latisha got up off her big booty and brushed herself off.
"Girl, sometimes I worry about you," she said, tossing her braided hair and heading downstairs. "I'll be back, I gotta go sell my 'product'." Latisha, much like the rest of her family, suspected Marlon had been selling drugs with his gang. Monique, now having his body, much have the product on her now, which made Latisha wonder if her sister was now the one that ran with gangs.
This was confirmed later when Monique said, "Tell Marlon not to let those guys take advantage of him."
Latisha quickly ran over to her brother Marlon's room and peaked in through the crack of the door. Marlon, now with Monique's busty body, was fastening a bra around his D-cup knockers. He was also wearing fishnet stockings and lace panties. Latisha watched him as he slipped on a pink crop top and some bootylicious blue jean shorts. He then opened his rooms, seeing Latisha right by it.
"What were you doing? You little twerp?" the goateed Marlon asked with his deep bass of a voice.
"Nothing, geez. Damn Marlon." Latisha said, rolling her eyes.
"Eh Ma, yo, Latisha said a cuss word." Marlon said, snitching on his sister.
Latisha's mother yelled at her, telling her to come downstairs.
"Snitch!" Yelled an angry Latisha as she walked downstairs, while watching her smirking brother fold his arms under his bust.
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