The Switch (a halloween story)

Chapter 1
The Beginning

Chapter Description: In a world where women rule, a sister and her baby sibling are about to have a change of fates....

Emily stood in front of the mirror, admiring her body. It was quite curvacious, and she was filled with pride when she got looks from the women on the street...and if there were any men left, while she’d probably not care as much when they stared, she knew they would, too. Unfortunately--though it didn’t matter to Emily in the least, being an avid lover of women--last year, around Halloween, a strange epidemic of sorts spread throughout the male population. Most of them became extremely ill, and some of them even went insane...they wiped themselves and each other out, while the women witnessed the terror, and were never able to figure out what was happening. Luckily, there was enough in sperm banks for them to hold them over until they could find a way to reproduce without men.

None of this mattered to Emily that night. Or ever, really, but especially now. It was coming up on Halloween again, and she had a few fun parties she planned to go to. She wanted to find the perfect skimpy, whorey outfits to catch everyone’s eye...she loved being the center of attention, especially when it was her body drawing everyone in. She adjusted her graciously-sized chest in her shirt--though the ’shirt’ was small enough that even she was a little reluctant to call it that--and turned a bit, to see herself from a few angles, making sure it looked good no matter who saw her. Her ’shirt’ was nice and sparkley, covered in silver sequins, and had little dangly tassle-like attatchments hanging from it that swayed every time she moved. She new they would bring attention to her chest, and make it look like it moved even more than it actually did...despite this, she checked to make sure they did. She grabbed her chest, one breast in each hand, kneading them and enjoying the feel of the sequins against her palms. She pursed her lips, posing in the mirror and loving the way the tassles swung when she gripped at herself. The full moon spilled a cool light in through the window, and she loved the soft look it gave to her skin, as well as the attention she was sure to grab from people who happened to be walking by in the street. ’Oh yeah...this shirt is good. Nice and shiney, moves a lot...draws the eye straight to--’

A sudden, sharp wail broke her thoughts, and made her slump foreward a little and growl. "Little brat." She glared behind her at her little sister, Rose. She was only two years old, and laying on her back in her playpen, kicking and crying. Emily could tell it was because she had a messy diaper, and wanted to be changed, but she didn’t care. She could see a little bit of some strange, brownish-green gunk leaking out of the sides of the diaper onto her sister’s legs. The brat deserved it, as far as she was concerned--Rose had peed all over one of her favorite shirts the last time she changed her. "Serves you right for ruining my clothes. I hope you get a raw-ass rash, you little brat." Emily stuck her tongue out at her little sister, mocking her cries. The baby couldn’t compare to what she had on--Rose simply had a little bib and booties to cover her hands and feet, along with the disgusting diaper. She turned back to her mirror, lifting up her hair and admiring her long neck, and wondering if she should wear a shirt with a flattering neckline instead, with a nice, shiney necklace...then noticed something on the dresser. It was Rose’s pacifier; she had forgotten that she took it earlier when she got mad and had locked her in the playpen as punishment. She grinned to herself, getting an idea of how she could tease her bratty little sister even more...

Emily picked up the ’toy’ and hid it behind her back, sauntering over to Rose. "Hey, baby...lookit what I have for you!" she said in a singsong voice, leaning over her sister. Rose pouted, quieting a little and looking up at her sister, grunting as she kicked, her diaper very uncomfortable after having been on all day. Emily held her hand just above the younger’s reach, showing off the pacifier. "It’s your stupid little binky-toy. You want it...?" She waved it above her sister, keeping it just out of reach and grinning again. Rose tried gripping at it, lifting herself up a little, but Emily pulled it away. "Well, tough sh*t! It’s mine now, you little brat!" She stood, placing it in her mouth, and smugly crossing her arms over the chest she was so proud of. Rose started crying agian, even louder this time, but Emily didn’t care--it felt good to be the cause of it. She pranced back over to her mirror, sucking on the pacifier subconciously and going back to playing with her chest. She giggled a little, thinking about how ridiculous the pacifier looked with her outfit, leaning closer to the mirror and squishing her boobs together, looking down at her cleavage.