Thanksgiving Dinner With A Friend - Story

A bronze amulet sat intertwined in Giuseppe’s fingers, dangling as he stared at the shimmering bronze. Apparently, this amulet had the power to swap genders of the user, and while the thought of becoming a girl excited Giuseppe, the idea of erasing who you still lingered—wearing the amulet became a moral choice, as Rowan stared at him, mouth cupped by his hands in anticipation for Giuseppe’s decision.

“It’s up to you,” Rowan said through cupped hands. “I don’t want to force your hand, but this is a very square deal.”

Giuseppe knew this was a square deal, even if one side slightly benefited more. It would be as fair as you could get; maybe it was a rectangle deal. Giuseppe looked down at the amulet, which now swung from his nervous shaking; a decision of this magnitude shouldn’t illicit shaking, but it did. Giuseppe, who hadn’t experienced a family thanksgiving in years after being disowned by his family for choosing a college degree they felt didn’t suit him, now wondered if submitting to a request of another was right. His family requested he do the degree, and he failed to submit, which led to disownment and a lack of familiar support. But, if he submits to Rowan, would that taint his moral stance on being independent and unwavering to outside influences? The loophole created centers around what if Giuseppe wanted to wear the amulet and transform prior to Rowan's influence. Would that be a violation of internal morals? Giuseppe shook his head, fearing he truly was spending too much time thinking about this problem. Your life is already written by an author who controls your every action and the gut, a sense no one can truly explain. Sometimes, it is that nudge to continue the story, and right now, his gut is telling him to do it.

“What’s the line?” Giuseppe asked. “Like intimate actions.”

Rowan looked surprised by this question, confused but embarrassed it became the topic. “Draw the line at hand holding, with maybe one kiss on the cheek. To, you know, show that we’re still together.”

“One kiss, cheek only,” Giuseppe replied firmly. “If you try anything else, the amulet comes off, and your family will know the twisted lie you’ve been telling them.”

Rowan nodded in agreement. “I doubt we’ll have a lot of time to be a couple anyway. Mom has been talking about you in the kitchen helping with the other ladies for weeks.” A nervous expression fell over Giuseppe’s face; he didn’t know how to cook well, and he’d probably burn water. “And they know you’re not a good cooker, don’t worry.”

“What am I wearing?” Giuseppe asked, curious about what Rowan had up his sleeve.

“I have some of Sara’s clothing from before we broke up. She hated me so much, and she said I could keep the clothes because she didn’t want to see me again, so I have everything from daily wear to intimate wear.” Giuseppe’s eyebrow cocked up in surprise. “Yes, I have her intimates still. In a drawer with the rest of her stuff, and no, it hasn’t been opened since we broke up.”

“Fine, give me the clothing, and I’ll change,” Giuseppe agreed, not wanting to dwell on the thought of Rowan using any of the clothing. “How does this amulet work?”

“Simple. You’ll put it on, and as long as the amulet remains around your neck, you’ll be transformed into a girl. The whole ten yards.”

Giuseppe looked at the amulet, then back at Rowan's hopeful and thankful face. “This year would be different,” Giuseppe thought. “This year, I’ll be accepted and among people who love me, or at least love the person I’m pretending to be.”

The clothes were given to Giuseppe, who, after cocking another eyebrow, got a mildly irritated assurance Rowan had never worn the clothing. Locking the door behind him, Giuseppe stripped and, with solid eye contact with the mirror, opened the hook on the necklace and locked it together once around his neck. At first, nothing changed, but closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Giuseppe was surprised to see a woman standing where he once was. In fact, he was now physically a woman—dirty blonde hair poofed from his head, with noticeably big breasts accompanying his new transformation. A knock at the door snapped Giuseppe’s amazement away as the sound of Rowan’s voice filled the room. “All good?”

Nervously, Giuseppe spoke, “Yes.” A feminine voice emitted from his vocal cords, not the frail, unconfident sound his male voice emitted. Rowan screamed yes while finishing by telling Sara, who was the name Giuseppe would be using this evening, to hurry up. Giuseppe looked back at the mirror, the moral question coming into mind. Was this morally correct? He couldn’t offer any substantial counterpoint beyond whether it was ethical for a family to disown a child they’d raised because of his degree choice. If that, in the eyes of some, was within their right to do, then surely wearing a magical amulet and pretending to be Rowan's girlfriend would not be morally incorrect. Or perhaps both are, but Giuseppe didn’t bother trying to figure this out as he slid on the panties and tried to hook the bra on properly. He was now responsible for being Rowan's girlfriend and fulfilling the task at hand.

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The drive north was filled with getting Giuseppe up to date with family affairs and the scope of their relationship. Whether it be when they started dating, when Sara first met the family, or the secret names they had for each other, the two-hour trip covered it all. To Giuseppe, it felt more like an examination preparation for school than a relaxing Thanksgiving dinner. Still, he could tell Rowan was panicked about this new interaction, so he went along with attempting to memorize the small details. Giuseppe learned of the uncle’s second marriage, the aunt's new child, the brother's recent promotion, and the parent's soon-to-be retirement. There were smaller pieces in between, but Giuseppe, being the beautiful blonde he was, could surely play dumb if needed.

While Rowan drowned on about other smaller, unimportant behaviors, Giuseppe stared out the window at the endless farmland, which turned a mute brown colour with the accompanying autumn filter. Everything seemed duller out, maybe it was because of the darker shade of the leaves or the lack of vibrant nature colours, but the season seemed to have its filter applied. It was truly beautiful, despite the perceived negative thoughts, and Giuseppe got lost watching the environment around him, pressing his head against the cold glass.

In one sense, Giuseppe missed his family’s Thanksgiving, as discombobulated as it could be, but maybe this would become a new chapter in his life. Giuseppe didn’t know the full extent of the amulet's powers, nor whether the sudden feeling of living his life as a girl was a result of animosity and hatred towards his genetic family was a result of a desire to belong, but the thought filled his pretty little head. He hadn’t fully met Rowan’s family, but still, the potential of a warm and loving family, as described, filled Giuseppe with hope, joy, and love. Before long, Rowan pulled into his neighborhood with a sprawling front yard and a traditional New England house sitting on top of the hill.

Rowan turned the car off, placing his hand on Giuseppe’s exposed thigh. “You’ve got this babe?”

While Giuseppe may be filled with these positive and warm emotions, he still knew deep down he was a guy and surely didn’t want to interfere with the actions between the two friends. Aggressively, he removed Rowan's hand. “Holding hands and one kiss on the cheek.”

Rowan laughed. “There’s the Sara I don’t miss.” Opening the door allowed the cool autumn wind to grab at Giuseppe’s exposed legs, which caused goosebumps to form. He took a deep breath, his lungs being filled with the cool air, which slowed his rapidly beating heart. Rowan grabbed Guiseppe’s hand and guided the stunned girlfriend up the walkway to the warm house. From outside, Giuseppe could hear the clinging and clanging of the food preparations inside, accompanied by the smell and warmth of Thanksgiving food. Before Rowan could knock on the door, it swung open, and a shorter woman with brown hair opened her arms and hugged Rowan, then Giuseppe.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she said, grabbing Giuseppe’s arm and dragging him inside. “I can see my son hasn’t learned punctuality in college. I need you to help with the mashed potatoes, dear.”

Rowan threw his hand up as a wave before shaking a heavier family member’s hand as Giuseppe disappeared into the kitchen. Inside were four other women, varying all in age, but still Giuseppe was the youngest.

“Sara, it’s so nice to see you!” the other young woman greeted, taking a moment to hug Giuseppe. The quick embrace filled Giuseppe's heart with love and warmth, unseen and unfelt in years. “I hope I didn’t get anything on your white shirt; I’m afraid I’ve been on cranberry duty. Assuming I haven’t, I love the outfit!” The other women, who Giuseppe figured out were the two aunts and the grandmother, all waved and greeted Giuseppe. Idle talk filled the woman who gossiped about family drama, complained about the men in their life (Giuseppe did partake in this discussion), and general holiday talk while he skinned potatoes.

“School must almost be done for you,” Rowan’s mother commented. Giuseppe nodded.

“Soon, only one more semester,” Giuseppe acknowledged, remembering Sara and he had the same graduation year. “Then it’s off to the workforce in some capacity.”

The women nodded. “Have you and Rowan talked about moving back up here?”

Giuseppe froze. This wasn’t something they had discussed. “Briefly,” he lied. “It comes down to where we’re at at the moment. I still have a little bit of time to think about it all.”

The mother nodded. “Well, I hope you two come back up this way. We’d love to see you more often around the house.”

The topic of post-graduation came to a complete halt when the doorbell rang, and a male voice answered with, “You should know to come on in Sara; you’re practically family.” Giuseppe froze mid-slice, making eye contact with Rowan’s sister, who wore a confused look on her face.

“I know, Uncle Hector, I just didn’t want to be rude. I also brought pie; I hope she won’t be too upset.” Turning to his right, Giuseppe made eye contact with the real Sara, who looked back at Giuseppe, her jaw dropping to the ground. “Who are you?”

Forgotten Suitcase - A Little Tanning

Autumn, Hope, and Lola laid down on the sand, their slimming bikinis revealing more flesh for the sun to tan. It was the objective of the trip to catch a little sun, and as they lay on their stomachs, the low beat from the beach music emitting from their portable speaker, the girls engaged in small talk.

“It’s been two hours,” Lola commented, checking her phone and answering a message. “I think you’re plan was a dud.”

“Yeah, he’ll just stay in the room the whole weekend, which knowing him, he’s probably going through our stuff.” Hope commented, the girls grimacing at the thought of a teenage boy going through their personal belongings.

“I’ll bet right now he comes down before we leave at….” Autumn began glancing at Lola’s phone to catch the time. “Five. An hour and a half away. If I’m wrong, dinner is on me.”

Lola and Hope liked the sound of that deal and agreed. Autumn paid no attention to their playful banter as she squinted at the looming hotel. The sun reflected off the glass, nearly blinding her, but still, through slit eyes, she could see Carter sitting at the window watching them. Autumn let out a silent sigh of concern as Lola and Hope laid their heads to enjoy the tanning.

“Let’s just hope you’re right,” Lola began, setting the timer. “Cause I’m in the mood for crab.” Autumn smiled, lying her head down too, her heart thrashing against her rib cage, worrying about her plan failing and the numerous implications of fallout if her plan did fail. Closing her eyes, she prayed Carter would come down to the beach.

 

The sound of footsteps treading near her made Autumn raise her head. What stood before her made Autumn smile happily on the outside and laugh hysterically on the inside. Carter stood before them wearing a black bikini top and a lavender bottom. Not at all the bikini, they left for him, but noticing the bottom as one of hers, Autumn’s emotions split into anger for wearing her clothes and hilarity seeing her brother in a bikini in public.

Carter said nothing, laying out his towel on the ground and lying next to Lola, who peeked her head up and caught a glimpse of the bikini-wearing Carter before burying her head quickly to laugh at what she saw. Carter moved quickly, burying his head quicker than Lola, but with a thick aura of silence emitting from his awkward state. At this moment, Autumn pitied and felt terrible for her brother, who was publicly humiliated in front of his crush. But this was to end his obsession with a woman who didn’t reciprocate feelings towards him and get back at him for the weeks of verbal harassment regarding the trip.

They lay there for what seemed like hours before Lola’s alarm awoke them all. The girls, now radiated a golden tan, sat up and took in their surroundings. The sun was just above the horizon, the sky a light blue, turning a slight hazy purple colour over the horizon. Slowly Carter sat up, looking around, before making eye contact with Hope, who stifled giggles.

“Nice to see you join us, Carina,” Lola commented, Carter, catching her drift and nodding.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll get you in the water?” Autumn asked. Carter shrugged in reply.

“Is that my bikini bottom?” Hope asked angrily. “Well, it’s you’re now, Carina.” Carter turned a deep red as he tried to explain why he wasn’t wearing the bikini offered to him in the hotel room, but his words clogged up in his mouth, combining into incoherent stammering.

“Hey,” a teenage boy said confidently, walking over to the girls. They all turned to look at the handsome young man, who stood above them, using his hand to block out the sunlight. “My friends and I noticed you all earlier.” To their left, a group of guys sitting looked over and waved. The girls smiled and waved back in kindness.

“This probably seems sudden, but we were wondering if you four lovely ladies would like to join us for dinner tonight?” he proposed. “We’d like an opportunity to get to know you four better.” The teenager smiled. She looked at Lola and Hope, who smiled back and nodded, mesmerized by his attractiveness and by the looks of the other guys.

“We’d like that,” Autumn agreed. “But, where are you all from?”

The teenager smiled, nodding to his friends, who cheered. “We’re from around here. We attend a private school, and on the weekends, we forget about that boring school life and enjoy the beach.”

“So, do you often ask girls to dinner with you?” Lola sassed.

“No, you’re the first.” the teenager replied, honestly lacing his voice as his confidence seemed to have been shaken by the accusation. “To be honest, you’re the first girls I’ve asked out proper.”

Lola smiled in reply as the teenager fixed his hair nervously. “How about we meet at seven at Swordfish Port for dinner?”

The girls nodded. “We’ll be there.”

Just as sudden as he appeared, he left into the comfort of his peers; the girls were smiling at the prospect of going on a date with an attractive boy their age. Carter’s face turned sheet white, realizing he has to go on a dinner date with guys, most likely dressed as a girl, trying to conceal his identity the whole time. Maybe he should have just stayed home.  

The trip back up to the hotel room consisted of the girls talking amongst each other. Talks of what to wear, did you see him? and about the best trip ever were the main talking points as the girls giggled and smiled over their future date. As he looked down at himself, Carter sulked behind; a deadpan look etched into his face. His flat sweaty chest left a noticeable and awkward space difference between himself and the swim top. It was apparent he wasn’t a girl, and the fear of being exposed as a sissy in front of people his age scared him. If that wasn’t the worst, Carter looked down, a tiny bulge emerging from his swim bottom, only driving the fear deeper into his head as he realized he looked horrible and out of place.

The girls excitedly opened the door to their room, rushing in to get ready. Autumn hesitated to look back at her brother. He looked shellshocked, and for a moment, she pitied him again. Maybe this was too far, but he did say he’d stay out of her way and behave. She also can’t leave him alone here. Getting asked on a date wasn’t part of the plan, but this was an excellent opportunity to have fun on their trip, and they’ll never see these guys again if things turn south.

“Carter….” Autumn began. “I promise you we’ll keep your identity a secret.”

Carter looked up and sighed, looking down at himself. Her plan had worked. Hope laughed at him, and he didn’t see a chance with her in the future, but he also lost all of his confidence in himself.

“We’ll make you look real pretty for tonight,” she continued. “And tomorrow we’ll get you some new clothes. Lola and Hope are really looking forward to the date, and we can’t bail on them. I promise you we’ll do everything we can to protect your identity.”

Carter nodded. “You promise?”

“Yes,” Autumn assured, patting her brother on the shoulder. “If anyone asks, you’re having issues speaking, and we’ll leave it at that.” Carter nodded. “Anyway, you pull off that bikini.”

Carter looked up and smiled. “Really?”

Autumn smiled back. “Yes, really.”

 

Once in the room, the girls opened up their bags, taking out their various nighttime clothing options. Dresses and jeans were thrown about, make-up bags emerging from their bags as they asked each other what they thought of their nightly attire. Carter sat, chilling off in the corner, watching them. He didn’t understand what they were asking or why, nor did he care. Carter’s mind was still worried about tonight, and even with assurance from his sister, he was concerned about what could go wrong. His self-worry would go on pause as the girls turned to him.

“So you can’t talk?” Hope asked. Playing along, Carter nodded, pushing his hair back from in front of his eyes.

“They’re teenagers; they’ll buy we have a friend who can’t talk,” Autumn assured, and Lola agreed. “They might ask for socials to talk with him then.”

The girls nodded. “I’ll start one up for him, erm… I mean her.” Hope said, opening her phone. “If you two want to make our new sister look pretty.”

The next couple of minutes were more hectic than before. They’d hold up outfits next to him, arguing amongst each other about which would be the best selection. “We don’t want something too sliming, in case, you know,” Lola gestured to Carter’s lower half. “But we don’t want something too loose because it hurts our vibe,” Hope interjected while creating the new social accounts, but after many minutes of arguing, the girls finally agreed on an outfit: a simple red dress.

The argument was it went with their outfits, but it’s just tight enough not to show a bulge if one occurs but just loose enough. It was a bit short, but showing Carter how to sit like a lady was the easy part. Put your hands behind your bottom when you sit to ensure the dress doesn’t flop up and sit down. Easy, right? And he can’t spread his legs because it will be game over.

Sitting Carter down, the girl's tag-teamed meticulously doing his make-up. It was difficult, plucking eyebrow hair and adjusting eye lashes, but after a couple of pulls, Carter got used to it and relaxed. The makeup was easy, as the girls smiled and assured Carter he looked great while they used their tools to paint a mask of illusion over his real identity.

Once they were done, Carter saw how well they made him look, and he didn’t even realize he was a guy! The final step was the dress, and putting it on over the bathing suit was the easy part, but as the zipper glided up his back, there was no way to turn back. He was fully committed to Carina for the evening, the friend who can’t talk right now. Once in place, he looked at himself in the mirror, admiring what he saw before him. Smiling, he turned back to the girls, who smiled and cheered at their accomplishments.

“I think we’re ready,” Carter announced, and the girls hopped off the beds, locking arms, and opened the door to start their girl’s weekend official. 

(Let me know what you all think below, this was a heavily requested sequel. The most difficult part of writing these types of stories, aren't the stories, but finding pictures to correlate with what has occurred within.)

 

Northridge School for Girls

 

Levi held his breath as Ms. Pratt grabbed her purse from the chair next to the door before checking her lipstick. Nestled in the adjacent closet was Levi, who had snuck in last night while Ms. Pratt was preparing dinner, waiting for her to leave so he could fulfill his fantasy.

Ms. Pratt puckered her lips before opening the door and quickly shutting it. Levi closed his eyes, forcing the concentration on his hearing, waiting to hear the confirmation. Click the door sounded with confidence, as he listened to her heels stomp down the sidewalk to her far. The car door open, a few moments of silence before he heard the car start and the engine vroom away.

Slowly opening the door, he remained hesitant just in case Mr. Pratt hadn’t left yet, and he had mistaken her car. Peering through the thin curtains, he spotted her car gone, and with conviction, he fully emerged from the closet.

The house was relatively small, even for one person. A single story with a one-bedroom and one bath, Levi was amazed by how Ms. Pratt managed to display her property elegantly with little space neatly. Slowly he walked through her living room, spotting an open the door to a bedroom to his left. Turning back with caution, he still didn’t hear or see Mr. Pratt or her car as he advanced on the sleeping quarters.

Stepping inside, he inhaled a lavender scent, from what he assumed was perfume. Two dresser drawers stood in the corner of the room, with a nightstand on either side of the bed. Levi closed his eyes, still intaking the fresh scent, and making mental notes of how things were arranged. He knew to get away scot-free, leaving everything as it was previously was needed. The slightest misplacement could raise suspicion, and though the likely hood of the misdeeds being traced back to him was slim, they weren’t wholly zero.

Turning to his left, Levi opened the top drawer. Shirts. The middle drawer. Pants and skirts. The bottom drawer. Panties in various styles, fabric, and designs laid alone, glimmering up at the excited Levi as he smiled widely.

He took pictures of the particular storage, removing his phone, so his rummaging wouldn’t cause destruction. Levi dug his cold hands into the smooth fabrics that seemingly clung to his touch with pictures. He smiled as he removed a satin front but black lace pair. He held it up, taking in the beauty as he felt the fabric before plunging the pair into his face to sniff. Levi inhaled deeply before smiling at the beautiful scent. Taking off his pants, he slipped the pair on, which were slightly too big for him, but still loosely clung to his male body. He admired himself in the mirror, how the lace rubbed against his butt, and the satin felt against his front.

“What the hell!?” a female voice shrieked, as Levi jumped, startled by the voice. “What are you doing?”

Levi made eye contact with the angered Ms. Pratt, who stood, blocking the doorway, her pointer finger viciously pointing at the panty-clad Levi. Levi opened his mouth, but only soft stammering emerged as Ms. Pratt’s furious look dug deeper into his soul.

“Why are you in my undergarment drawer?” she asked, stepping inside and noticing the shifted pairs, strewed lazily on top of each other. “You pervert!”

Levi still couldn’t stammer out an explanation, his brain fried trying to comprehend the situation. Fury consumed Ms. Pratt, who swiped Levi’s petrified arm and dragged him towards the door. Levi stumbled after her, Ms. Pratt’s grip strengthening, as he worried blood circulation would cease soon. Ms. Pratt threw open the door as the cool spring breeze greeted Levi’s exposed flesh.  

At that moment, Levi sobered up, the circumstances settling in. He was being marched from the house, panty-clad, in the morning with onlookers staring at his embarrassing state.

“Ms. Pratt, I can explain!” Levi tried to reason, but she ignored him. Dragging him up his steps, she angrily banged on the front door. He pulled up the black panties with one hand, and with the other, he covered his ashamed face. The sound of concerned footsteps headed to the door, as his mother opened the door.

“How can I-“she started before trailing off. Her son stood on the porch, panty-clad, with a furious woman gripping his arm.

“What?” his mother asked, shifting her eyes to Ms. Pratt.

“I caught Levi in my house,” she began, raising his arm to face his confused mother. “Rummaging through my panty drawer and deciding to have some dress up.” With her free arm, she gave the black pair a little tug.

His mother gasped as she grabbed Levi’s other arm to usher him inside. “I’m sorry, Ms. Pratt, we’ll pay for any damages he’s done.”

Ms. Pratt let go of Levi’s arm, shaking her head at the perverted Levi. “Thank you. And if I see this boy anywhere near my property again, I will call the police. Keep this pervert away from me.”

“We will, Ms. Pratt, don’t worry.” His mothered stammered out, shaken by the threat of judicial punishment for her son. “We’ll straighten Levi out, Ms. Pratt, don’t you worry.”

“Good,” she replied coldly, turning around. “I’ll send the bill when I return from work; I’m late as it is.”

Levi was ushered to the guest room, where his mother uttered no words to her crying son. He begged for forgiveness, but still, his mother said nothing in return. Locking the door behind her, Levi sat in the room for hours, as the sounds of talking seeped through the door cracks. Day turned to night, and when his father arrived home, a male voice joined the mix. Levi’s heartbeat rapidly, banging against his rib cage, as thoughts of punishments formed. A beating? Jail time? Moving? A reform schools.

After hours of dwelling in his thoughts, the door unlocked, and his parents entered. His father wore an expression of displeasure and disgust, as his mother remained shell-shocked.

“So, we have a panty wearing sissy for a son,” his father said, the sound of displeasure reeked in his voice.

“Levi, what you did was not acceptable,” his mother began, as his father crossed his arms. “This behavior can lead to a bad path, and your father and I don’t want you to fall victim to it.”

“We’re sending you to a  boarding school to help you break this issue,” his father continued.

“You’ll be leaving in the morning so that you can start next week. We leave at five tomorrow, and please dress appropriately.”

Before Levi could offer a rebuttal, they closed and locked the door behind him. “A new school wouldn’t be too bad,” Levi thought, burying himself under the blankets. “It could be worse.”

Spoiled Little Brother

 

Merlin, since his birth, was a pain in his sibling’s side. Courtney and Dallas despised their younger brother since being the baby of the family meant he got special treatment in addition to the attention of their parents. The lack of structural parenting developed the young Merlin into a spoiled child, who always got what he wanted, and if he didn’t, cries to his parents often resulted in his wishes. His antics annoyed Courtney and Dallas immeasurably because even when they were the baby of the family, no matter the pleading, their parents were stricter on them than with Merlin.

Because of their brother's hatred, Courtney and Dallas developed a close sibling relationship than would be perceived, spending hours discussing Merlin’s new antics for the week. They crafted ideas to get back at him during these times, ranging from juvenile tricks to public embarrassment. No matter the planning, they were always scrapped due to the time and effort not being worth the lengthy punishment handed down by their disapproving parents. Together they yearned for the day they could take down Merlin a peg, but that thought was nothing more than a dream.

 “Family meeting!” their mother called, as the siblings sluggishly walked out of their rooms and down the stairs. When the whole family was in the living room, the mother spoke again.

“We have some fantastic news.” Despite the cheery delivery, a stone-faced reaction remained present on their children’s faces.

“Your mother and I are going to Las Vegas for the weekend, and we’ll be leaving you three home alone.” Their father continued, ignoring their children’s silence.

“Like, just Dallas, Merlin, and I?” Courtney asked, masking her excitement.

“Yes,” their mother replied shortly. “No parties or friends over, though. You two will be watching over Merlin.”

Dallas and Courtney smiled as they turned to their younger brother. His face drained of color. Despite four pairs of eyes staring at him, he made no eye contact with any of them. Instead, he opted to stair blankly towards the wall, the realization that his parents couldn’t serve as a buffer between him and his siblings anymore.

“Just don’t kill Merlin,” their dad joked. “We just ask that you watch over him and be polite to him.” Together Dallas and Courtney agreed, and the family meeting was dismissed. Dallas and Courtney ran to their rooms to plot their revenge, as Merlin slowly walked away, dread paralyzing his body. He knew he was in deep trouble.

The remainder of the week ran by quickly. The days were spent in school, that only served as filler for the day, as Dallas and Courtney ignored the education and focused on their weekend. After school, Dallas and Courtney immediately ran to their rooms to polish that day’s ideas and incorporate it into their plan. A faked itinerary concealed Their nefarious intentions that Courtney claimed they’d be doing to keep Merlin entertained. Their parents, oblivious to the blatant lie, gave the older siblings money to spend on their weekend. Cash in hand, Courtney purchased the items needed to execute the perfect revenge.

Saturday morning came early for the household. The parents, who awoke early for their flight, woke their children to say their goodbyes. Despite hearing the door lock and car start, Dallas and Courtney opted to go back to sleep, the complete opposite to their petrified younger brother. After the parents said their goodbyes, Merlin locked his door and hid under the covers. The settling of the house terrified Merlin more. The sound of the air conditioning turning on and off induced low whimpers. Exterior noises from roaming pets poured slow paranoia inside Merlin, that when filled, would harden into an unfathomed fear. He knew Dallas and Courtney were planning something, but the lack of initial response and knowledge of how/what they’d do, proved to be more paralyzing and terrifying than any media he had consumed before.  

Dallas and Courtney knew that the anticipation would be more crippling than anything they could inflict on their brother, and knowing he’d be too scared to act, for the first time in years, they slept soundly till morning.

When the sun slipped through the blind’s slits, illuminating the dark interior of Merlin’s room, did he dare to leave his room. Armed with a baseball bat, he planned to grab food and retreat to the safety of his room, intending to hold out there until their parents returned home. Creaking his door open, Merlin peered outside to see his sibling’s entries closed, and no light was emitting through the crack underneath. Acknowledging this could be a decoy, he silently slipped out of his room and crept downstairs, consistently scanning the permeator for his enemies. Seeing no one, Merlin grabbed a shopping bag and quietly loaded food, ranging from fruits to junk food. Unbenoised to the quiet Merlin, Courtney had woken up, and bad began stumbling downstairs to get ready for the day.

Too consumed by his current objective, Merlin’s guard was temporarily lowered, allowing Courtney to creep up behind him and snatch him. Merlin screamed in fear from the sudden action and began to pull away from his captor violently. Courtney put her hand over Merlin’s mouth to stifle the screaming, but her efforts were too late. Dallas, erected quickly in bed, pondering where that scream had originated. Worried, he left his room and made his way downstairs to see Courtney struggling to keep Merlin in her grasps. With both forces awake, Merlin knew all hope was lost. Grabbing his legs firmly together, Dallas and Courtney dragged him upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“Shhh,” Courtney whispered as Merlin continued to scream. “We just want to talk.”

Merlin screamed bloody murder, his voice starting to wear down from the extraneous activity despite the offer. Dallas, annoyed with the yelling, opened the cabinet and removed a roll of duct tape and a pair of handcuffs. Nodding at Dallas’s actions, Courtney bearhugged her little brother as Dallas duct-taped Merlin’s mouth shut and cuffed his hands to the toilet paper rack beside him. Immobilized and muted, Merlin stopped screaming as his worse nightmare became a reality, and any attempts would prove to be fruitful.

“We’re sick of your antics,” Courtney began, sitting on the edge of the tub. “And we’re getting you back for your spoiled mannerism,” Merlin grunted in response.

“You won’t be telling mom or dad either,” Dallas continued, leaning against the door. “Or we’ll release the pictures we take of you. No matter what punishment they unleash on us, the aftermath will be worse for you.”

Merlin gulped and looked at his sister, tears beginning to form in his eyes. The tears could be a pity ploy, but neither Courtney nor Dallas fell victim to his tactics and ignored the tears. For years they endured his bad behavior, and now it was time. It would be their only shot, and time was not on their side.

“Courtney, you know what to do,” Dallas said, and with a nod in agreement, he left. Courtney ran the water and allowed a razor to warm up under the water. Lathering her brother in shaving cream, slowly, she peeled away any hint of masculinity he had. Short hairs fell onto the floor as she continued shaving his legs, to his arms, to his chest, and ending with his head. Any movement caused the razor to dig into his skin, nicking him and causing minor pain that would hurt more later. All Merlin could do was stare at his sister shave away his body hair. Within minutes all of his hair was gone. Giggling at her petrified brother, Courtney lathered some glue onto his head and placed a wig on top.

Its hair fell in front of his face, which Courtney pushed away. Smiling ear to ear, she stripped Merlin, replacing his boy clothes with girls. An athletic thong was pulled into place, covered by a pair of jean shorts constricted against Merlin’s body. A teal bra clasped into place, with a white tee-shirt pulled over and a gray hoodie over that. Courtney stood Merlin up and snapped a picture of her brother.

“This is only the beginning,” she whispered. “Merlyn.”

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. 

The Sleepover Thief

~ ~ ~

Dalton listened intently against the drywall for the giggles and talking to cease coming from his sister’s room. Tonight, she had some of her friends over for a sleepover, and Dalton wanted to continue his tradition. Every time Carrie has her friends over, he sneaks into their room and steals something from one of the guests. What he steals ranges from clothing to make-up and magazines to accessories. What started as a little game to see how long it would take till he got caught, turned into a full-blown addiction and game for the teenager. As the minute hand ticked closer to one in the morning, the laughter still emulated from her room. He was getting tired of listening to the feminine conversations and just wanted to sneak in to grab his item.

Dalton would wait for two more hours, till the girls quieted. He paused to ensure they didn’t have a low moment, which would result in then getting slightly louder in the coming minutes. Creeping out of his room, he squatted down to see under her door. The lights were out, and nothing illuminated from underneath. Smiling, he got up and tip-toed over to Carrie’s door, placing his ear against the wood. Dalton held his breath as he listened attentively for any noise at all. No sound could be heard, and with a shaking right hand, he places it on the doorknob, gripping it tightly.

Slowly turning the knob, pulling the door toward him, he waited till the knob would go no further. Once it hit the point of no return, he slowly pushed it open, at first just ajar, to ensure none of Carrie’s friends were against the door. He peered in, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness within, only seeing shapes from the dim light the alarm clock provided. He turned his attention to the floor to see if anything/one was there. No figures could be made out, so he opened the door, just enough for him to slip in, as he knelt to the ground.

From what his eyes could process, April and Patsy were sleeping at the foot of Carrie’s bed, both sprawled out. Dalton peered in the darkness to see if he could find a familiar backpack shape near the girls. Scanning from Patsy to the closet, he spotted a lumped over bag lying against the closet door. Smiling, Dalton slowly moved to the shadow, keeping his gaze in front of him, to ensure he didn’t trip over anything. Slowly shuffling over to the bag, Dalton stopped when he heard rustling. To his left April, had rolled over and tossed the blanket over her head. He waited until she entirely stopped moving before continuing his journey.

Once he reached the backpack, he squatted down and felt around for the zipper puller. Finding and grasping it, he slowly pulled it up, a mumble of a zipping sound filling the quiet room. He froze again, before continuing, stopping when the bag was half open. Right as he put his hand in the bag, a light shined on him, catching Dalton in the act.

“Dalton?” his sister asked, groggy. He sat there frozen, afraid to answer. He could bolt for the door and take a risk. She did sound asleep, so playing it off as a figment of her imagination would be possible. Caught weighing his thoughts, the room’s light turned on, and Dalton’s face drained of colour. “Fuck.”

“What are you doing in Patsy’s bag?” April asked, and slowly Dalton turned around. April stood at the door, her hand still on the light switch, Patsy laid sat up, horrified a boy was rummaging through her bag, and Carrie staring confused at his actions.

“Um…” he stammered out, thinking of an excuse.

“I think we caught our sleepover thief,” Carrie announced, crossing her arms.

“I told you something seemed off when we stayed over,” April stated, moving closer to Dalton. “Your brother’s been perving on us!” Carrie got out of bed and locked the door.

“Look, I can explain,” Dalton said, terrified. “It’s all a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, looks like that,” Carrie dismissed, reaching under her bed. “Explain why your hands were caught in Patsy’s bag then.”

The room became quiet as April stood over him, intimating the smaller Dalton. Patsy’s stare of pure confusion remained on her face, as Dalton’s eyes darted around.

“Um…” he stammered out. What would his excuse be? I steal your things as a game. That wouldn’t work, because then I’d sound like a perv.

“Anytime.” Carrie pressured, standing up, with her hands behind her back. No sound came from Dalton’s gasping mouth.

“What are we going to do with him?” April asked, staring daggers at Dalton.

“Well, telling our parents would be an option,” Carrie admitted. “Though he was caught in Patsy’s bag, so she should make the call.”

The attention and eyesight turned to Patsy, who pushed the blanket off. Her looks of confusion, erased and replaced with anger. “Since he wants to go through my clothes, I saw we dress him up like a girl!”

The girls giggled, and April high-fived her. “I like that idea, Cee.”

“No…” Dalton plead. “Anything else!”

April grabbed the defenseless boy, pushing him to the ground and putting her hand over his mouth. Carrie walked over and put Dalton’s arms behind his back and slid cool, metal cuffs around his wrists. “Her wish is our command,” Carrie whispered into his ears, Dalton’s eyes becoming wider than saucers.

Dalton wiggled and pleaded into April’s hand, her grasp getting tighter, making his pleas for mercy no more than squeals. The sound of opening and closing drawers followed a few moments of silence, till he was rotated over onto his back. April’s hand still on his face, as Patsy stood over him with a pair of socks in her hand and Carrie, next to her, with outstretched duct tape.

In a swift moment, April released her hand, Patsy shoved the socks into Dalton’s mouth, and Carrie taped it shut. Dalton was now bound and gagged and at the mercy of the girls in the room.

“Now what?” April asked, wiping her hand on her shirt.

“Let’s put him in some sleeping attire,” Carrie suggested as she opened the closet door, pulling out a pair of white short-shorts and a pink tee-shirt.

The girls smiled as April went to her bag and grabbed a pair of light blue undergarments.

“Time to change then,” Carrie smirked as she started by pulling down Dalton’s pants. He screamed into his gag but to no avail. One motion later, his lower half was exposed to the girls, who pointed and laughed at him.

“I’ve seen a few dicks before, and that is just embarrassing.” April mocked, in between laughter.

Carrie, with the assistance of April, slid on the light blue knickers, the cotton squeezing against Dalton’s body. Surprisingly they fit, but he’d rather be nude than panty clad. Carrie, this time with Patsy, pulled up the white shorts and buttoned them on her brother.

Dalton kept screaming and begging into his gag. He was begging so hard; tears rolled down his face. His tears were met with crude laughter and comments as the girls took off his shirt and put him in a bra and the pink shirt. Placing him back on the ground, Carrie gave her brother’s butt a little smack as he wiggled around, trying to get free.

“I think that’s it for tonight, girls,” Carrie said, receiving high-fives from her friends. “We’ll have all day tomorrow to play with our new girlfriend.”

Carrie smiled down at her cross-dressing brother. They were going to have fun, embarrassing him tomorrow. April carried him into the closet, placing him on top of a clothes pile. Carrie came behind her and, with a sinister smile, closed and locked the closet door. The lights turned off, and the room once again fell silent.

Dalton could creep out, but cuffed would make it difficult. He could bang on the walls to alert his parents, but having to explain why he was in this predicament in the first place would surely warrant more punishment. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Hopefully, tomorrow won’t be too bad.

A Forgotten Suitcase

Autumn’s girls-only trip to the beach had been planned for weeks, pre-approved by her parents to spend a week on the coast to enjoy some relaxation. Her two friends, Lola and Hope, would be joining, ready to leave their problems at home and to let loose for once, without adult supervision. The carefully planned trip was derailed when her younger brother, Carter, began to beg to come along.

“It’s a girl’s only trip,” Autumn argued. “Last time I checked, you’re not a girl.”

“I know, I know,” Carter agreed. “But I never get to go anywhere. Please let me come. I’ll stay out of your way, and I’ll behave.”

“No.” Autumn shot-down. “I know you have a huge crush on Hope, and I don’t need you messing up a good friendship.”

“Do not!” Carter objected, visibly offended by the accusation. “I just think she’s pretty.”

“We all know you’ve been crushing on her for years; Carter, and she’s not interested,” Autumn revealed to her brother, the words stinging more than she meant to. “As long as you’re a guy, you’re not coming.”

Despite the initial rejection, Carter remained adamant that he would be attending this vacation with his sister and her friends. He begged and begged for the weeks leading up, much to the annoyance of his family. The parents and Autumn kept denying the whining child’s pleas to join the trip until work came into the picture.

“Autumn, we need you to bring Carter.” Their mom asked regrettably. “We know this was a planned trip, but your father has just been requested to attend a convention a state over, and I’ll be gone all weekend. You know we can’t leave him here alone by himself.”

“But mom!” Autumn groaned. “It’s supposed to be a girl’s trip!”

“I know, and I do honestly understand,” the mother reasoned. “But he’s too young to be left here unattended for that long. Your father and I have agreed that if you take him, we’ll pay for both of you.”

“Fine,” Autumn replied shortly. Initially, the trip was to be paid by herself, a real milestone achievement of a senior in high school. Still, the opportunity to save money was fiscally smart was an adequate proposal. Any person with a basic understanding of economics would agree the trade-off would be worth it.

“We’ll tell him he can join, but you’ll be in charge for the weekend.” Her mother assured her. “If he begins to act up, we’ll give you the privilege to punish him…” Autumn’s eyes lit up. “Within reason.”

Autumn enjoyed the prospect of her newly acquired power. For years Carter had sloppily flirted with Hope, making her friend uncomfortable around him. Now, with this power, she was going to end any chances Carter though he had with Hope during this trip.

In the days leading up to the trip, Autumn bought more and more supplies and purchased new clothing to wear. During that time, she had consistent communication with Lola and Hope, telling them what her plan was. At first, Hope pitied Carter. He was just a young man after all, and she was an attractive female, so his “flirting” was only natural. After some reminding of the embarrassing things Carter had done, ranging from giving her a Valentine’s Day card in front of the whole school and in front of her crush, to making comments about how she looked, Hope realized if she had any hope to land a boyfriend for prom, she needed Carter and his antics out of the way. After steady plotting what they were going to do, the girls agreed on one coherent plan to execute to end this one-sided love interest, once and for all.

The day of the vacation arrived as Autumn and Carter packed their suitcases into the car at the crack of dawn, driving away to pick up the other two, their parents waving their children goodbye before they too had to leave for their trips. Carter sat in the back, next to Lola, with Autumn and Hope sitting upfront. The ride was silent, only the occasional verse protruding from the speakers to fill the hollow air. Carter remained focused on his phone, sporadically looking up and catching Hope’s reflection in the driver’s side mirror. Hope didn’t acknowledge his glances, but the exasperated Autumn and Lola did.

Pulling off the highway to get gas, the group disembarked to stretch after a long drive. Paying, and pumping gas, Autumn turned to Carter.

“Carter, could you grab us some snacks?” He agreed, taking the twenty Autumn presented to him and rushed inside. Hope gave the thumbs up as soon as Carter crossed the doorframe, and the tinted doors shut behind him.

In one fluid action, as if they had practiced this plan numerous times before, Autumn opened the trunk, Lola yanked out Carter’s suitcase, and Hope quickly wheeled it off to the side of the gas station. Right as Hope returned to the car, Carter emerged from the lobby, arms full of finger food, a broad smile on his face. However, his smile was puny compared to the internal smiles sported by the girls after their perfectly executed plan. After finishing pumping the gas, the group was back on the road to their destination.

A couple of hours later, the sun hanging lazily above, they arrived at their hotel. Since this was a big trip before their final year of high school, the previous group agreed upon spending a little extra more to stay on the beachfront. Autumn parked the car in the garage and grabbed the suitcases out the back. Handing them off to their respective owners, letting the realization Carter’s suitcase was missing, settled in.

“Where’s mine?” he asked, sticking his head into the trunk as if his suitcase could have been hidden somewhere in a desolate container.

Autumn looked inside, then back at the previously claimed travel bags. “Did you not put it in?” she asked.

Panic swept over Carter’s face, quickly removed by confused anger. “I swear I did!” he shouted, putting his hands behind his head. “You saw me.”

“I don’t remember, to be honest.” Autumn lied. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out. Could you carry my suitcase for me, please?”

Autumn closed the empty trunk, and the group followed her into the lobby. Arriving at the desk, checking in, and being guided to their room, the girls set up their stuff, leaving the flabbergasted Carter sat in a chair, combing over his memory of where his suitcase could have gone.

Once everything was settled in, the girls sat on their beds, discussing what to do first. “We could go to the beach.” Lola proposed. “It is right there.”

“I like that idea.” Autumn agreed.

“We could then go to a restaurant on the pier for dinner. I heard the Swordfish Port had good fish.”

The girls all nodded, before turning to the distraught Carter. “What would you like to do,” Autumn asked.

“Find my suitcase.” He muttered, looking out the window.

“It wasn’t in the trunk,” Autumn explained. “You probably left it at home by accident.”

“Then can we go get me some clothes?” he asked, looking at his sister. “I have nothing but the clothes on my back.”

“And waste this precious sunlight?” Lola questioned, gesturing outside. “Why do that now, when we could do that later?”

“Because I have nothing to wear!” Carter shouted, and the girls visibly leaned back. “I don’t have swimwear, and I don’t know where the hell my suitcase could have gone.”

“You could always borrow one of our swimsuits,” Autumn suggested. “The beach doesn’t look too crowded, and I doubt people would really care.”

Carter looked repulsed at the suggestion. “Why would I wear a bikini?” he questioned. “Just take me to get a swimsuit.”

“You’re the one who begged for weeks to come,” Autumn started. “Then, you forget your suitcase, and you want us to drop our plans to shop because you forgot?”

Carter, who had previously been staring at his sister with anger, looked away. “No.,” he replied sheepishly.

“Then, the choice is yours,” Autumn replied, getting up and walking to her suitcase. Upon opening it up and stifling through its contents, she withdrew white bikini with pineapples print. “You can join us wearing this bikini, or stay up here in the room, not enjoying the vacation you begged to come on.”

The girls, one by one, went into the bathroom to change into their swimwear, the bikini laying on the bed, with Carter staring at it. He did beg to come on this trip, but he was a guy, he couldn’t wear a bikini. They were far from their homes, so the chances of people who they knew finding them were small, but still, he’d be a sissy for wearing that! Once all the girls finished, they stood in the doorway, looking at the engrossed Carter.

“You comin’?” Lola asked.

Carter leaned back, rubbing his face with his hands and moaned in frustration. “I don’t know yet.”

“If you decide to join us, we’ll be straight down,” Autumn informed him, with that the girls opened the door and entered the hallway.

“Oh yeah, if you touch my clothing, I will kill you!” Hope threatened, receiving giggles from the girls. Carter’s face turned red with embarrassment. Autumn closed the doors as the girls made their way to the lobby.

“He didn’t fold like you said,” Hope complained, worried their plan wouldn’t work.

“Not yet,” Autumn replied. “But he will.”

Sissy Situations I

The sound of chirping wildlife eased Brody out of his slumber. His eyes flickered open and closed, as visions of green leaves and trees came into focus. Groaning, he sat up sluggishly, rubbing his eyes and breathing slowly. “What the hell?” he griped, moving his hands to his forehead to aid in the throbbing headache. “Where am I?” 

His eyes still fluttered open and closed, but he was starting to get a grip on where he was; in the middle of nowhere.  Plantlife sprouted freely all around him, the trees diluting the sun’s rays from reaching the dirty ground below. Squirrels ran around collecting food, with the birds above chirping above, offering visual support in their animal language. The lack of human actions led Brody to safely assume he was dropped off in the middle of a forest. 

Sitting up fully, he took a deep breath and noticed a new weight on his chest.  He felt the newfound weight restrict the heaving of his chest up but fall lazily down when he exhaled. For the first time since he woke up, Brody looked down at his chest, which bore something new; female breasts. He didn’t have a straight view down like before, rather it was obscured by a pair of breasts that snuggled comfortably in a white bra. Brody sat there frozen at first, not knowing what to do. Was he in a dream, or was this real? Testing out his thoughts, he moved his chest side to side, and the breasts moved fluidly with his movements. Slowly the whole picture came into play. He was wearing a gray dress that hugged his body, currently showing off his private parts as his legs curled up in a sit-up position. He wore brown sandals on his feet, that seemed to offer no walking support, preferably a fashion choice. 

“What is this?” he asked himself, taking his left hand and touching his breasts. They felt real; the skin on skin interaction left Brody feeling something as his hand slowly groped his breast. These were real breasts. If he had these then… His hands rushed down to his crotch, where he tapped lightly on his dick. A wave of relief swept over him as he confirmed he still had his special bits, but he touched once more, feeling a metal frame by his crotch. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the black knickers and saw he was wearing a stainless-steel chastity belt. He let the knickers snap back into place and lowered his dress a bit as he sat on the dirty ground, surveying his surroundings for any answers. What was going on?

After a few moments of looking around his environment, he found his answers. A note nailed to a tree to his left contained a messaged, addressed to Brody. 

“Good morning/afternoon sunshine. After countless requests and refusal to stop verbally harassing fellow female classmates, the MTFRPC decided to intervene and to teach you a lesson. You’re currently in the middle of the woods, but a hiking trail is nearby. You have until sundown to get back to the parking lot, to unlock your manhood. Failure will result in you living life as a girl until we contact you again for a second chance. Better hurry up princess, cause your sissy ass looks great in that dress. (Lipstick mark in the corner).”

“MTFRPC?” he questioned. “A lesson?” While the note provided answers, in his stupefied state, Brody comprehended very little. “What do they mean unlock my manhood?” 

What he did comprehend was, the author of this note sounded serious about their threats. He needed answers, and maybe if he found this mysterious organization, he could get some answers. Tucking the note in between his new breasts, something he’d seen girls do multiple times, he made his way through the thick brush towards what he thought might be a clearing. The branches snapped as he stepped on them, and in retaliation, they scrapped against his exposed flesh. Some of the trees whipped back up, lifting his dress on many occasions, leaving the embarrassed Brody to push it back down, his face red from embarrassment. His assumption was correct, and after some exploration, he came across a dilapidated concrete walk-way. It extended, what seemed endless, in both directions. Looking above, he could see the sun was right above him, or around noon. Sunset was in a few hours, and with what seemed like an endless path, in both directions, he had to decide. 

“Do I go left?” he asked, to himself looking down the path. “Or do I go, right?” 

The End?

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