The Sleepover Thief II

Dalton slept on and off that night. Between the knickers slowly giving him an uncomfortable wedgie to the roughness of the clothing pile, he did not sleep well. When Dalton saw the light creeping in, he made his final grunts and attempts at getting free. All he achieved was creating cuff burns on his wrists, and accidentally soiling himself. He froze for a moment as the cold liquid stuck to his skin and the panties. That was not going to be good. The worry that he’d get mocked more made Dalton struggle more in his bounds, accidentally banging on the wall. The bang stopped his movements, as his sister sat up in bed and looked around.

A few moments of silence later, she swung out of bed and left the room. April and Patsy were still asleep, as Dalton leaned his head against the door and gently banged his head against it. The rattle of the slats was low enough not to wake the girls, but Carrie did lock the door. For what seemed like hours, Dalton laid there, watching the girls sleep. Vengeance swirled in his mind as he stared at his captors, wondering what they’d do to him, what he wanted to do back to them as revenge.

Carrie reentered the room, flicking the light on and shaking awake the girls. She whispered something to each girl that gave them each a grin as they sat up, and their attention turned to the closet. Unlocking it, the girls loomed over Dalton, who stared back, terrified at the tall women.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Carrie greeted, flopping her brother onto his back. Dalton groaned into his gag, the sock weighing more now as the saliva weighed it down. “Mom and dad are out for the day, so you’ll be with us all day.”

Dalton swore under his breath as April, dragged him out of the closet and laid him down on the open floor.

“What’s that?” Patsy asked, pointing at Dalton’s crotch.

“No way,” April cringed, turning away. “Did he?”

Carrie shook her head. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this Dalton, or should I say, Dolly?”

The girls stood in disgust, expecting something from Dalton, but they were only met with silence.

“Well, we gotta clean a girl up.” Carrie reasoned, and with the assistance of April, they dragged Dalton to the bathroom. Once inside the girls, locked the door, and April ripped off the tape. Gasping for air, Dalton spit out the heavy sock on the floor, along with spitting out the horrid taste that sat in his mouth for hours.

“You’ve soiled yourself.” Carrie mocked as she grabbed the shorts and pulled them down. Once down at his ankles, a dark blue spot was visible by his crotch. His face turned red as the girls turned away.

“He can have those now,” April said, gagging. “I ain’t want no boy germs near my vagina.”

Carrie removed the knickers, and the smell confirmed what they were all thinking. Once off, Carrie lifted Dalton’s head and put the knickers on his face. He screamed and jerked around, but she held the stained cotton to his face, forcing him to breath in his mess.

“Patsy, would you help April with shaving him, please,” Carrie asked, pressing the soiled pair further into Dalton’s face. The soiled smell and the laundry soap mixed, produced a sweet scent that Dalton was starting to like.

Together, April and Patsy slowly shaved Dalton, till he had no hair left. Dalton screamed and begged for them to stop, but after being told to shut up numerous times, the soiled knickers were shoved into his mouth, and the new tape was placed over his mouth.

When they were done, they stood Dalton up and forced him to stare at his nude self. His leg hair, arm hair, and facial hair were all gone. He looked nothing like a man now, and after last night he feared he never would again.

“Can we play dress-up?” Patsy asked, and the girls smiled.

“Why not?” Carrie agreed, and they dragged Dalton back to her room.

Placing the half-nude boy in her chair, Carrie went to her underwear drawer and withdrew a pair of high-cut black lace knickers and a black bra. She walked over to her brother and undid the handcuffs, but Dalton too afraid to move stayed put.

“Put these on.” She demanded, tossing him the matching set. Dalton hesitated as the girls stared at him.

“Come on!” April shouted impatiently.

Dalton bent down slowly and put one foot in, followed by the other into the lace knickers. Slowly he pulled them up until the waistband laid right above his belly button, and the lace was firmly planted in between his cheeks. The girls giggled at the sissy before them as Dalton adjusted himself before moving onto the bra.

He took a deep breath as he wrapped the bra around his chest and clicked the clasps together. Slowly he lifted the bra to his chest and slid his thin arms under the bra straps. Once it was up, he gave the girls a nervous smile, as they giggled more at his appearance.

“Try these on now,” Carrie said, tossing Dalton some gray knitted leg warmers. Sheepishly he slipped them each on and stood back up, feeling embarrassed in his current get-up.

“Can he put on heels too?” Patsy asked, and Carrie fished out some black high heels. Dalton sat down and, with the assistance of Carrie, squeezed his feet into her small heels. She helped him up as the girls applauded, his swaying.

“How about makeup?” April proposed. The girls agreed, sitting Dalton back down and applying layer or layer of makeup to his face. With every passing bushing, he felt his masculinity shrink more and more. Deep down, he thought he felt his penis get smaller too, being slowly transformed into a woman. When they were all done, they positioned Dalton in the corner for some pictures. 

All he could do was smile and pose, adjusting his leg just enough so no one could see a bulge. He wanted to cry but didn’t want to ruin the makeup. He was becoming their sissy pet. Feminized, humiliated, and forced. All for a stupid game. But, secretly he was enjoying the attention and the posing. But, he'd never tell his sister that.