Danny Sweet finished his quick shower and dried himself off, spending extra time on his thick long hair, well long for a boy anyway. He was feeling much better except for his odd vision problem with mirrors. Danny read a lot and was particularly fond of fantasy and science fiction.

“Every time I open my eyes all I see is a blinding light from the mirrors but when I close them I see fine. Am I on the other side of the looking glass; curious and curiouser?”

Danny dismissed this thought at once, the Lewis Carol “Alice” stories were make-believe and pure fantasy; it wasn’t possible but still? No, she must have drugged him with the glittery powder that fell from that box. They were always warning him at school about the dangers of drugs, especially those ones kids got at those rave parties, ah… like ex-stacy and angle dust or was it angel dust? Danny was not a good speller.

He put on the frilly baby doll sleep set his sister left out for him and lay on her bed. He was safe in here, she loved him; his older sister would never hurt him. Odd but he couldn’t remember her name, um… Penny? No Penny was the girl in the diary. No Penny was his sister. Huh? How could she be both?

He remembered his sci-fi; maybe one of those alternate dimensions had interacted with his own. In one universe Penny was his older sister and in another Penny was this girl who hid her diary under his sister’s mattress but why? But if Penny wasn’t his sister… but she was but then… but that meant that…, Danny gave up, multiple co-existing universes gave him a headache.

“I’ll have an aspirin or two and a glass of water, that’ll fix me up.”

He looked around and spotted a large bottle of aspirin on his sister’s makeup table. He opened the child-resistant cap with ease and instead of pills found an odd looking key and a tightly rolled up note addressed to him.

“Took you long enough, don’t worry, your big sis knows best. Now put on the locket then give me a call before you put the key in my closet door. What ever you do, call first. Don’t open my closet door until you call, Danny or it… well you won’t like it Danny, you won’t like it a bit.”

Like any proper younger brother he immediately opened the closet door using that odd key. “Younger brothers never listen to their older sisters, its like evolution or sumptn’,” Danny thought to himself. He stepped into the closet and immediately felt dizzy and achy. The closet was immense, bigger than this entire floor of the house. A second wave of dizziness and aches hit him; he lurched to the control consol in the middle of the humming room, his delicate hands brushing against and moving several levers and dials as he caught himself. Lights and displays came on at various places on the consol panels. Danny felt his generous breasts jiggle under his sexy baby doll sleep set from the effort.

“Breasts! Boys don’t have breasts!” A bad thought occurred to him, he felt around and down past the end of his waist long auburn hair then carefully swept his sensitive fingers around clockwise past his firm, curvy butt and around to the soft mound between his… “Ghod, I’m a GIRL!” In his panic he bumped another lever.

“Of course you’re are Danni P. Sweet or is it Penny D. Sweet this week, I never know what you’ll want to be called next, Humans!” said the man in the strange patchwork coat with a question mark sewn on the breast pocket.

“Penny? My sister is Penny, no she’s not and I am not a girl! She said banging her pretty fist on the consol.

“Don’t do that!” the man said as the door to the closet closed and a device in the center of the consol began rising and falling. The closet slowly faded from view, the last thing that disappeared was the flashing blue light on top.