It was late, and Andrew wanted to go to sleep, but he needed to get ready in the bathroom. Unfortunately, his sister was busy taking a shower. This was a regular occurrence late at night, and it was extremely annoying. He got impatient, so he knocked on the door and said, “Emma, can you please get out? I’d really like to get to bed.”
“Give me a minute,” responded Emma. “I’m almost done. I’ll be out in like 2 minutes.” A few minutes later, she left the bathroom. He headed in, and began to brush his teeth. Behind him he noticed a pile of clothing. He kept glancing at it as he continued his bedtime routine, feeling a very strange urge growing in him. As he was about to leave, the urge consumed him. He approached the pile, separating the different articles of clothing. It was what his sister had been wearing earlier today: A pair of grey sweatpants, a black cami, and a grey calvin klein bralette & panty set. As if in a trance, he stripped down, and started to put her clothes on. He tucked his penis back, giving the image of a flat crotch under the soft panties, and then put on the bralette. Before he put on anything else, the urge subsided. Looking in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel feminine. He turned slightly to the side, appreciating how his butt looked in the panties. He almost enjoyed how feminine he felt. He shook his head, dismissing the thought, and he changed back into his clothes, finished getting ready, and went to sleep

The following Saturday, Andrew had the house to himself, as both his parents were away at a conference for a week and his sister was staying at a friend’s house. He was just finishing lunch, and after cleaning up, he began to head back to his room to get back to work. As he walked down the hallway, he noticed that his sister’s door was open. As he passed, he saw something in the corner of his eye that grabbed his attention: her closet was open, revealing a lot of her clothing. Suddenly, that strange urge began to grow again, and Andrew walked into Emma’s room. In a trance, he went over to the closet and began to look at her clothes. There were crop tops, tank tops, t-shirts, bodysuits, rompers, skirts, and dresses. His focus swiftly turned to the dresses and skirts, looking through them. He needed to find something feminine, he just wasn’t sure why. As he looked through the dresses, he saw a variety of options: A light pink t-shirt dress, a red bodycon dress, a black fit and flare dress with a white and pink floral print on it, and more. He questioned how he knew what type of dress they each were, but quickly dismissed it as normal. He decided on the floral dress. He put it on his sister’s bed, and headed to her dresser. He opened the top drawer to see all of his sister’s bras. There were at least 15, all ready to fit his sister, but he instinctively grabbed one, taking his shirt off after he put it down. It was smaller than the rest, a push up A-cup bra that she probably just missed. It was black and had lace trim, and he put it on like he had been doing it for years. The padding was comfortable, and pushed up fat that he hadn’t noticed before to a respectable C cup. The soft cloth felt nice on his nipples, which had been more sensitive lately. For a moment he thought that he might be growing breasts, but he dismissed that idea, saying that he just was a little out of shape. He then put on a matching pair of panties, which were very soft, again instinctively tucking his penis back. He walked over to the bed, his chest jiggling in the bra. He put on the dress, zipping up the back with ease. He then headed back to the closet, and looked at the rack on the floor. There were three levels on it, each for a different set of shoes. The top was casual: sneakers, flip flops, and boots. The middle was dress shoes, both heeled and flat. The bottom row was sandals, again both heeled and flat. He went through the sandals, looking for something casual but feminine. He eventually chose a pair of gladiator sandals with a medium heel. The straps were black, and the heel was a tan color. He put them on, and was able to walk in them with ease. He headed over to his sisters mirror, the skirt of the dress swishing on his oddly smooth feeling legs as he walked. His walk felt feminine, but he liked it more than his usual walk. He walked over to the mirror, and looked at what he was wearing. He loved it. He inspected the dress, looking at the red and white roses printed on it. He twirled in it. He loved how feminine he felt. He couldn’t believe it but he truly wanted to keep wearing the outfit. He wore it the rest of the day, enjoying everything he did a thousand times more, until he knew that his sister was coming home soon. He went back to her room and took some pictures of himself, posing in such a way to show of his cleavage and his ass, like he has seen girls do on instagram. He then changed out of the shoes and the dress, making sure that he put everything back carefully. He stood there for a moment in his sister’s bra and panties, almost unable to take them off. After moment he took off the bra and put it away, but he couldn’t bring himself to take off the panties. He put on his regular clothing, putting his usual underwear in the hamper, and went back to his room.

When his sister came home, they at dinner together.

“How was your day?” Emma asked.

“Fine”

“Did you do anything fun?” Andrew got scared. He had to fight his body to not tell his sister. For some reason he just wanted to tell her and put the clothing on right then. Instead he just said “no I just watched TV and played some games.”

“Alright”

A couple of hours after dinner, Andrew went to bed. He put on his pajama pants, enjoying how they felt on his panties, and then put on a shirt. In his sleep he dreamed of being able to wear girls clothes all the time. Though it was a good dream something felt wrong, he just couldn’t place it. When he woke up in the morning, he had never felt more happy. He got out of bed, and as he headed to breakfast, he noticed that everything he wore was a bit snugger. “How am i getting so out of shape?” He thought. “I’m going to exercise today.” He went outside to the kitchen to find his sister making breakfast.”What are you making?” He asked after saying good morning.

“Chocolate chip pancakes for the both of us. I think it’s a perfect start to a day to spend together. I feel like we don’t spend enough time together.”

“Yeah, I guess. What’s the plan?”

“I say we watch a movie or two and then you choose something to do. So you have any ideas?”

“No, but i’ll think of one.”

After a nice breakfast, Andrew went to his room to change. It had occurred to him that if he bends over his sister might see the panties, and he didn’t want to take that risk. He changed into normal boxers, almost feeling disgusted by their lack of comfort as he put them on. He couldn't believe it, but he wished he could wear panties all the time. He put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, all of which felt weirdly uncomfortable. He went to the living room and let his sister choose a movie. It was pretty long. Both of them enjoyed it for a while, but eventually Andrew stopped paying attention. Not only was his lack of panties causing that urge to grow, but his uncomfortable clothing was scratching his skin, especially on his chest and nipples every time he moved. When the movie finally ended, his urge was consuming him, to the point where he didn’t feel discomfort anymore.

“Did you think of anything to do?” asked Emma. “If not, I have some possible ideas.”

“I’ve always sort of wanted to see what it’s like to have a manicure and a pedicure,” Andrew said shyly, though secretly extremely eager. “I’d gladly give you one. They always feel great, and they make me feel great afterwards because my nails are so beautiful,” responded Emma, clearly excited to do this. They went to Emma’s room, which greatly excited Andrew, allowing him to ignore his great discomfort on his chest. She had him sit down on the floor while she got her supplies. She came over and sat down, carrying a box. She opened it up, pulling out her supplies: nail clippers, a file, and a base coat polish. “How long do you want your nails to be?” asked Emma.

“Long,” responded Andrew, just noticing how long his nails were, smiling with glee at the thought of how feminine they were going to look.
“Alright,” said Emma. “Put your hands on the floor so I can reach them.” As she grabbed the file, he stuck out his hands. She held his right hand and filed each finger into an oval shape. She then repeated this with his left hand. “Before I put on the base coat, look through the box and choose what color you want your nails to be.” He looked through the box, finding that he loved so many of the polishes, particularly teal, turquoise, coral, white, baby pink, and baby blue. He finally chose the pink, as it was clearly the most feminine.

“I’ll have this color,” said Andrew.

Emma began painting his nails with a clear base coat. He was surprised by the cold feeling, but he very much enjoyed it. About 15 minutes later, his fingernails were done. After Emma asked him if he wanted a different color for his toenails, to which he responded no, she began the pedicure. Andrew didn’t really pay that much attention, as he was to busy staring at his nails in glee as well as trying to ignore his irritated skin. Emma noticed this. “What’s wrong? Are you not enjoying your nails?” she asked.

“No, I am. My clothes are just feeling really uncomfortable for some reason, particularly on my chest.”

“Could I take a look?” asked Emma, “I might be able to help you, I just finished the pedicure anyway. Could you take your shirt off?”
“I guess,” said Andrew, taking his shirt off. Emma was surprised.
“What the fuck, he has breasts!” thought Emma. “How is that possible?” She realized there was only one option, and she was going to have to play it off as something else. “You’re skin must be just a little sensitive because you’ve gotten a bit out of shape. I think that I have something to help you, as long as you're not uncomfortable with wearing some of my clothing.”
“If it helps, I guess I’ll wear it,” said Andrew, feigning reluctance.

“Alright, let me just find it.” Emma went over to her bra drawer, and rummaged through it, until she pulled a bralette it out. It was striped and was a racerback. Andrew put it on, but it felt too tight.

“This doesn’t fit me,” He said, taking it off. His chest jiggled painfully.

“Let me find something else then.” She rummaged through the drawer again until she found the bra that he secretly was wearing yesterday. “This is a push up bra. It’s going to make it look like you have boobs. Are you okay with that?” she asked.

“Yeah it’s fine, as long as it helps,” said Andrew.
“I doubt that you know how to get a bra on, so let me help you.” She helped him put in on, making it as comfortable as possible. “Does that feel any better?”

“Yeah, actually a lot better.”

“Didn’t you say that the rest of your skin was irritated too?”

“Yeah, just not as much as my chest was. It still is really annoying, though.”
“Alright, give me a minute,” said Emma, walking over to her dresser. She pulled one thing out of each drawer going down, except for her bra drawer. She layed out the clothing on her bed, motioning at Andrew for him to come over. He looked at the bed and saw a pair of black spandex panties, heather grey leggings, and a white tank top. “It’s going to be the most comfortable if you tuck your penis. Andrew did that, before putting on the rest of his clothing.

“Thanks, this feels a lot better,” said Andrew, glancing over to the mirror to see that in every way except his face and his hair he looked like a girl.
Andrew and Emma spent the rest of the day playing board games and watching movies. Andrew really enjoyed because he felt feminine, and a lot like his sister. He couldn’t help staring in glee at his nails and chest. Emma, on the other hand, was concerned. She was pondering the theory that he might be turning into a girl. She eventually decided that it was ridiculous, and unless there was more evidence she would completely reject it.

One day in the summer, Eric woke up to find that he had no clothing. He hated staying in his pajamas, and he really didn’t want to wear dirty clothing. He remembered that his sister was the only other person home and decided to ask her what to do if she was up. He walked into the kitchen to find she was making an omelette.

“Good morning Alyssa,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good,” said Alyssa. “What about you?”

“Also pretty good. I do have a problem now that I’m up though.”

“Why don’t you tell me over breakfast. We can share this omelette.”

Eric and Alyssa talked for a while. Eventually Eric explained his predicament. Alyssa thought about it for a while before coming up with an idea. “You could wear my clothes while we wash yours. Don’t feel uncomfortable about it, you might find that you enjoy it.” Eric thought about it before he decided to do it.

“Alright, I’ll do it. I’m actually kind of curious.” They went to Alyssa’s room.

“Alright, let’s start with underwear.” She went over to her drawer and got a pair. “These are boyshorts. They’re pretty similar to you’re underwear. Put them on while I get you the closest thing I have to your clothing. I won’t look. Also, it will be more comfortable if you tuck. She went over to the closet to look for clothes while he changed into the underwear. Suddenly, she got an idea. “Hey, you said you were curious, right? How about I surprise you with an outfit?”

“Alright,” Eric said reluctantly.

“I’m going to blindfold you, so it’ll really be a surprise.” She did and then began to look for something to surprise him with. First, Eric felt something go around his chest.

“Did you put a bra on me?” he asked.

“Well we don’t want to see your nipples through your nice clothing, do we?” Eric didn’t respond. “Raise your arms,” she said. He felt a comfortable article of clothing go over his head, then some shoes going onto his feet. She took off the blindfold. Eric saw that he was wearing high heeled sandals and a yellow and white striped dress. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Well I think you could look cuter, if you just let me complete the look.”

“Complete the look?”

“You know, makeup, hair extensions, shaved legs, etc.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, it will be fun. Actually, you’re going to do it, because I know you’ll like it.” She began chanting something, and Eric felt his body changing. His body shrunk to fit the clothing better, breast filling the cups, waist slimming, and hips and butt growing. His penis disappeared, a vagina taking its place. His hair grew and his face became feminine, makeup appearing on it. Finally his nair became perfectly manicured in red. “Don’t you love it, Erica?”

“Absolutely,” she said, smiling. “I can’t wait to have some outfits of my own!”

“WHAT THE HELL,” said Erica. “That wasn’t me speaking.”

“It was, Erica. I gave you a little bit of a psychological nudge when I transformed you so you wouldn’t constantly resist being a girl. If you really hate it, I’ll change you back, but first, go relax in your room, I have something to do, and then we’re going to the mall.”

“Okay. That also explains why I respond to Erica without protest.”

“Indeed.” Erica went to her room, which kind of felt weird for her. She wished it wasn’t so boyish, which was uncomfortable, as ten minutes ago it was fine. She decided that if she liked being a girl she would fix that. “I doubt I will though,” she thought.

15 minutes later, his sister knocked on her door. They went to the car together, Erica walking in her heels like she’d been doing it her entire life. As they were driving to the mall, they got in traffic, so they had tons of time to talk. “Why did you turn me into a girl, it’s kind of mean. Also how?”

“Sorry I just thought it would be a great way to bond while Mom and Dad are in Europe. I learned that spell and its reverse a few years ago from a book. I’ve mostly used it to teach guys a lesson. In fact, I’ve secretly dated guys just to teach them to not be sexist.”

“Interesting,” Erica said, not actually sure how to respond. “So what’s the plan at the mall?”

“I’ll tell you as we go along.”

They finally got to the mall and parked, and walked in. Erica followed Alyssa from the entrance into the mall, taking a left, and beelining to a store. When they entered, Erica saw it was a lingerie store.

“So, you need some bras and panties. You’re the same size as me for panties, but a cup bigger than me, so I’ll help you look. You’re looking for 34DD bras. They bought bras, some practical, some more flirty. Alyssa secretly switched all the boyshorts Erica tried to get with thongs and cheeky panties.

About half an hour later they went to the next store. It was a big clothing store, which pretty much everything she needed. As they shopped, Erica genuinely found that she really liked skirts and dresses. Her favorite dresses all had flower prints on them. She couldn’t believe it, but she was really enjoying it.

“Are we going to get makeup?” asked Erica, almost excited.

“Yeah, but it’ll take only ten or so minutes, I know what to get for you.” About ten minutes later, they were done. They headed to the car and drove home.

“Did you enjoy your day?”

“Yeah! And that’s half me actually thinking that!”

“Well, this will only get better...”

The next morning, Erica woke up with uncertainty on her mind. She was excited to wear her new clothes, but at the same time had become uncomfortable wearing girls clothing. She decided to wear the clothing closest to her boys clothes. She changed into a new bra and pair of panties, both of which were turquoise. She a pair of skinny jeans, which her ass looked really nice in. She then found a white shirt with the Led Zeppelin logo on it and put it on. Looking in the closet mirror, she found that she could see her bra through the shirt. She kind of like the way she could see the lace, but hated the pants. She change into a white shirt that drooped of her shoulders and a baby pink pleated skirt. “Much better,” she thought. “I guess I shouldn’t have doubted my situation.

After breakfast with her sister, they began makeup lessons. Erica learned very quickly. Everything from simple to complicated, casual to formal, she learned. She was a natural. She ended up going casual, just some eye makeup and lip gloss.

“You look gorgeous,” said Alyssa. “You should wear your pink heels when we go out today!”

“That’s a great idea! Where are we going?”

“To the park, we’re going to the park to meet up with some of my friends. Some of the boys are single…”

“No way do you think I’m going to date someone. Also won’t your friends know that you don’t have a sister?”

“The spell alters reality so no one ever remembers you being a boy. If you change back that’s reverted. By the way, we’re leaving at 3:00.”

When they arrived at the park, they walked over to a gazebo to wait for Alyssa’s friends. 10 or so minutes later, they arrived.

“Hi Chris, Hi Adam, Hi Alice. You remember my sister Erica, right?”

“Yeah,” they said. Adam looked really uncomfortable. They all talked for some time before splitting up into seperate conversations. Erica was left alone with Adam. After talking for a while something weird began to happen.

“You look really nice in that outfit,” he said.

“Thanks,” Erica responded. “Omg is he hitting on me?” she thought. She texted Alyssa a they made small talk and Adam kept subtly hitting on her. “What do I do?” She texted. A minute later her sister responded.

“Just go along with it, you are straight and he’s really hot.”

“Uhh okay.” Erica did kind of like Adam, but she wasn’t sure if it was in that way.

“Want to go on a walk?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, playing along. They began walking when Adam tried to hold her hand. She let him, in fact, she really liked it. They stopped in a different gazebo. Adam turned to her.

“Hey, I really like you. Do you want to go get lunch sometime?”

...

Erica wasn’t sure what to say. “Should I say yes? I kind of like him,” she thought. She kept thinking. At this point Adam turned away in shame.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?” he said.

“No, I do,” she said, making her decision.

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad. There’s no way you can tell me otherwise.”

“Well maybe I can show you.” She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. They began making out. The feeling of a strong man’s embrace on her petite body was incredible. A minute or two later, they stopped.

“That was incredible,” they said at the same time.

“How about I pick you up at your house on Thursday?”

“That’s perfect!” They met up with the rest of them and hung out for a while before they all went their separate ways. As soon as they got in the car, Alyssa began questioning Erica.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” she asked enthusiastically. “How’d it go?!”

“We kissed,” Erica responded. “We’re going out on Thursday

“OMG OMG OMG! Maybe you do like being a girl. Adam sure does like it!”

“Maybe… I don’t know.”

…

That Thursday, Erica got up relatively late. After breakfast, she immediately began getting ready. After a shower, she began looking through her closet. She settled on a black floral print dress with daisies and lilies on it. https://www.forever21.com/images/1_front_750/00278014-01.jpg She put it on and then began doing her makeup. She did it very carefully as to make it perfect. As soon as she put heeled sandals on, there was a knock on the door. Adam was there.
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“Hi Adam!”

“Hi Erica, you ready to go?”

“Yes,” she said, excited on her own while walking out the door.

They arrived at the restaurant. It was a little Italian place. They both ordered a pasta dish. They talked for a while, and as they talked they found that they had more and more in common. They had the same favorite movie, comedian, and more. Suddenly Adam said something odd.

“It’s like you never existed until the day I met you!”

Erica hesitated. She was shocked. Had his sister not changed reality as much as she thought? “Uhhh, you’ve probably seen me before in the hallway, you probably just don’t recognize me. I glowed up a lot over the year and also started to wear much more feminine clothes.”

“Oh,” he responded. Erica felt relieved. She had to ask her sister about this later.

After the meal, they were about to step into the car when they began making out. As they did, Erica realized that she was gladly ready to go further than this. This freaked her out and she pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with a worried look on his face.

“I don’t know, i just suddenly panicked.”

“Alright ,” he said in a questioning tone.

They got in the car and had a relatively quiet ride back to her house. The entire time Erica was just waiting to talk to her sister about this. She was really freaked out. When they got there she awkwardly left the car. Her sister was waiting at the door.

“How’d it go?” She asked.

“It was pretty good for a while. But then I started freaking out.”

“Why?”

She explained as they sat on the couch. “He mentioned something about me not existing until recently. I told him that I just glowed up a lot. Then when I was kissing him I realized that I would go further willingly. Was that your nudging?,” She asked, deciding on how she would respond to what Alyssa said next.

“On the first thing: it’s just a coincidence. Your response is what people who know you better think, like Charlie and your other friends.”

“Okay…”

“And I stopped nudging you after you went shopping!”

“HOLY SHIT! Maybe… maybe… maybe I do enjoy being a girl.”

“I guess I should ask, do you want to stay a girl?”

“I-I-I’m not sure. I’d have to think about it... ”

Hey, before the chapter, I want to say that I've scrapped the two versions idea because it was dumb.

After Julian left his sister’s room, he went on with his day. On occasion, he would stop to stare at his nails, and appreciate how cute they made him feel. Over the course of the week the week his nails wore out. He was staring at his nails more, this time with disappointment.

“I really wish they hadn’t worn out,” he thought. Suddenly, he had a realization! “I could just ask Anna to do them again, but I don’t know. At least it wouldn’t be a problem considering mom and dad are away for the summer.”

He walked out of his room to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. As he finished making it, his sister walked in. Anna noticed his nails.

“Hey, do you want me to remove the polish after you eat?” she asked. “It’ll be quick.”

“Yeah, that’d be good.” They talked for a while, and after he was done, they went to her room. She pulled out the box again, this time pulling out a bottle full of a thin purple liquid and some cotton balls. As she removed his polish she struck up a conversation.

“So you didn’t remove it the day after like you said you would,” she said. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know, I just kinda liked it,” he said. He went quiet for a moment, nervously debating whether to ask. He decided to go with his gut. “Hey,” he said nervously, “could you maybe paint my nails again?”

Anna smiled. “I would love to do that! Why don’t you go wash your hands to get any remover off, while I set up.”

When he returned, his sister was ready, though she had a few other things out. There was some weird foam thing that Julian couldn’t identify, and a large nail clipper.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, I was wondering if you maybe would let me paint your toes too?” she said, with a goofy smile on her face. Julian considered it for a moment, before agreeing. He couldn’t think of a reason he shouldn’t in fact, it was quite exciting! “Alright, I’m going to start with the pedicure, why don’t you look for a color while I begin!”

Julian looked through the box again. It was hard to decide. He took out the yellow immediately, but he didn’t want to rule other colors out. There were so many good ones! He ended up with five just in time for his sister to be ready.

“Hey, Anna, can you help me decide on a color this time? I’m really not sure what to go with.”

“I’d be delighted to!” she said. She began to look through the five. He had the yellow again, but also chose some brighter and darker colors. He had the coral she wore last time, fuschia, a dark blue, and metallic pastel pink. “Wow,” she thought, “these are some really cute colors, no wonder he can’t decide.” After moments of consideration, she made a decision, “I think that the pink would be super cute!” She began painting his toenails. He was smiling the whole time during the manicure and pedicure, even though he tried to hide it.

“It’s so silly that he’s trying to hide his enjoyment,” thought Anna, chuckling internally. “He literally asked me to paint them again.” When all was said and done, they began talking. Hours passed.

Over the next few days, Julian went about his normal business, being very careful to not chip the polish. He had no idea why, but he loved it so much. On the third day, he was unhappy.

“Hey Anna, I want to remove the polish,” he said.

Anna was surprised. “I thought you really liked it, what happened? It’s not like the polish is chipped or anything, you’ve been so careful!”

“I do like my nails being painted, and I do like getting them painted, I just don’t like the color anymore.”

“Oh! Okay, come to my room and we’ll remove it.” After removing it, Anna asked if he wanted her to give him a mani/pedi again.

“Yes, I would love that,” said Julian excitedly.

Anna stopped for a moment. “Hmm,” she said. “How about I teach you how to give yourself a manicure, so you can always do it, even if I’m not here!”

“That sounds great!” Julian had a big smile on his face.
She showed him how to buff his nails and push back his cuticles, demonstrating on his right hand. After he did it on his left hand, they moved on to filing the nails, which he did with ease.

Finally it came time to put on the base coat. She demonstrated:

“You put a drop of it on the base your nail, then you drag from it to the middle, the repeat on the left and right, before finally filling in an areas that need it,” she said.

After she did his whole left hand, he tried on his right.

“Wow!” exclaimed Anna. “You did it like you’ve done this a million times before!”

“Thanks!” said Julian. He beamed with pride. “I wish that I had done this a million times!” He thought to himself.

When it came time to choose a color, he went with the yellow again. He painted them with even more ease than with the base coat. After the manicure was done and dried, he looked at his hands, even giddier than the first time his sister did them. He hugged his sister.

“Thank you so much for convincing me that first time, it makes me feel so pretty, and now I can do it myself!!” Julian covered his mouth. “Did I just say i feel pretty?” He thought. Looking at the reaction on his sister’s face, he definitely had. He spoke again in an upset tone. “That slipped out of my mouth, I-I-I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud!”

“Oh, don’t be upset. You’re just embracing your feminine side a little more than you already are! And you know what, I want to give something to you.” She went over to her desk and grabbed a box. “In here is all the supplies you need to do your own manicures and pedicures. I really hope you appreciate it!”

Julian was still a little upset, but he could help accepting the gift with as many thanks as possible.

“Also, you can put as many polishes of mine in there as you want! Trust me, there’s plenty I don’t use that you’ll probably use more! Here’s that yellow you love so much for starters!”

Julian looked through all her polishes, choosing a few, as he didn’t want to feel like he was being greedy. He ended up taking 4 other colors alongside the yellow, even though he loved the yellow so much, and he wasn’t even sure he would use them.

For 2 days, he wore the yellow, but he was excited to experiment. When he finally removed the polish, he decided to try something new. He took a neon purple and lilac polish, and alternated them on each nail. He smiled the whole day, it made him so happy. Whenever Anna saw him, she would smile too. It was so nice seeing him so happy.

The next day, he decided to try another color. After going through the whole process of the manicure, he was about to apply the top coat, when he had an idea. He went to his sister’s room and knocked on the door. She opened it.

“Hey Anna, do you have any white polish? I didn’t think I would be using it but I just thought of an idea that requires it,” Julian asked.

“I think I do, but let me check,” she said, getting up from her bed. “Why, what’s your idea?!”

“I’ll show you when it’s done, I think you’ll like it!”

“Well I’m very excited to see it!” she said, rummaging through her box. “Ah, here it is! I really can’t wait to see what you’re doing!”

Julian thanked her and went back to his room. “Now what am I going to use to do this?” he thought. “There’s probably a tool for it, but I obviously don’t have that. Maybe a toothpick will do?” He wandered out to the kitchen, and grabbed a few toothpicks. When he got back to his room, he pulled out a piece of paper from a drawer and put it on his desk, where he had been giving himself a manicure. Sitting down, he opened the bottle of white polish. He created a small blob of it on the paper, using it as a pallette.

“Oop, I should make sure my nails are dry before doing this, i wouldn’t want to ruin them!” he said out loud. He checked, and he was glad he did; they weren’t quite dry yet. After making sure that they had properly dried, he continued.

Taking one of the tooth picks, he dipped it into a new blob of polish he had made, as the other one had dried out too much, becoming stringy. Taking the toothpick, he pressed it down on the nail of his index figure, leaving a small dot. He did this again, before dipping it into the blob again to replenish the polish. He repeated this a few times until he finished the nail. He giggled.

“I’m so glad this worked, it looks exactly how I want it to! I can’t wait to show this to Anna!” he thought to himself, a big smile on his face. He continued, until he had made polka dots on every nail. He made sure that they had dried, and then applied a top coat. He was very pleased with the results of his experiment.

He went over to Anna’s room and knocked on the door. He waited for a few moments before knocking again. The door opened:

“Sorry! I didn’t hear you knock the first time! I was listening to music, probably a little too loud” Anna said, headphones resting around her neck. “Did you finish your nails! Show me, I’m so excited to see what you’ve done!!” Julian showed her his hands. She grabbed them and pulled them closer to get a closer look. “OMG, that’s so cute!!! It looks so good!!”

Julian blushed. “Thanks, I’m really proud of them.”

Continuing to compliment his work, Anna finally asked a question “I love them so much, can you please please please please do mine! Having matching nails would be so cute!!!!”

“I’d love to!” he giggled. “Go to the table and I’ll bring my kit and set up!” Julian went into his room, smiling to himself, and put both the blue and the white polishes back in the box, making sure that none of the tools were left on his desk before closing it. Before he left the room he grabbed the paper he had been using, reminding himself to get more toothpicks as he had used them all up. “Alright,” he said, placing the box and paper down, “put your hands out, you know the drill!” He couldn’t help himself from laughing, and Anna joined in. When they finished laughing, wiping tears from his eyes, Julian got to work.

“Your hands are clean, right?” he asked.

“Of course!”

He continued, wiping the nails with polish remover, making sure that there was no remaining polish from the last time she had a manicure. Her nails did not need to be clipped, so he began filing them into the slightly rounded shape that his were in. He buffed the nails, and grabbed the base polish. As he carefully painted her nails, Anna commented on his work.

“Wow, you’re really getting into this! I’ve never seen someone paint nails this carefully, not even at a salon! This is incredible!”

“Thanks,” he said slowly, as he carefully painted her left pinky. “What can I say, I really enjoy doing this, and if I enjoy it so much, why would I not put as much care into it as possible?”

“Certainly makes a lot of sense. I do the same, but I’m not nearly as good as you!” she giggled.

“Can you please stop giggling for a moment? I’m almost done, but if you keep moving it’s going to take a lot longer to get the base on.” Anna stopped giggling as fast as she could, even though she had some difficulty.

After the manicure was done, Anna thanked him many times, complimenting him on his work. Julian blushed.

“Hey…” Anna said, “Can I take a picture of us holding hands and post it? I Promise that all you be able to see is our hands, and I won’t tag you or anything! It’s really okay if you say no.”

Julian sat for a moment, before with some hesitation he said sure. On one hand, he was so proud of their matching nails, but on the other hand, he was scared someone would somehow recognize him. But in the end, his pride outweighed his worries. She took the pictures and posted.

“I love you bro, and I’m so proud of your feminine side!”

Two days after he painted the matching nails, Anna went out with some friends, so he had the house to himself for the day. He read for a while, watched tv, and played games, but he didn’t quite feel right. He didn’t want to paint his nails, they were still perfect, but something felt off. As he walked by his sister’s room on the way to the kitchen to make lunch, he stopped. The door was closed, and even though he knew it was fine to go in, he felt like something would happen if he did.

Shaking himself out of his trance, he went to the kitchen. He decided to make a sandwich for lunch. He cut two slices of ciabatta, and then went to the fridge to get out the fillings. Placing down a cutting board, he sliced up a tomato, and some fresh mozzarella cheese. He spread pesto on both slices of bread, and then began shingling genoa salami, then the cheese, then the tomatoes. Content with the sandwich, he went over to the table and began eating.

After devouring the sandwich, he headed back to his room, but stopped again at his sister’s room. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted, he needed to go in. He went inside. He looked around, not really sure what he was doing. He stopped, he looked down at his perfectly manicured nails. He loved them, but he didn’t feel content, but he didn’t know what to do.

“Maybe if I give myself a manicure and a pedicure, he thought.” He went to his room and grabbed his supplies. He knew he could have just done it in his room, but for some inexplicable reason, he felt like he had to in his sister’s room. He painted his nails and toenails white. Even though he really liked how they looked, he didn’t feel content. He looked around again, before stopping in front of his sister’s dresser. He knew he shouldn’t open it, but he felt like he needed to, like something in there would make him feel content. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t. Opening the top drawer revealed sets of bras and panties.

“They’re so neatly organized,” he thought. “I shouldn’t” He stood there for minutes, trying to restrain himself, but in the end he couldn’t. He looked through until he found baby blue bikini cuts and a matching bra. Each were covered with lace. He stripped down. He pulled the panties up his legs, smiling at their softness before putting them on completely, his penis tucked. He put on the bra, latching it like he had been doing it his entire life. There was a decent amount of padding in it, making it appear that there was something there. He felt better, but he still wasn’t content. He went into her closet, he knew what he had to do.

The wall of the closet were lined with clothing and accessories. On the left, there were hangers that dresses and skirts, on the right there were tops. He opened a drawer and it was filled with leggings, opened another to find jeans. This is what he needed. He went over to the dresses and inspected them, he had to find the perfect outfit. Pulling the first hanger out, he took a look at the dress. It was a black skate dress dress with pink and red roses on it and a scoop neck. He put it back.

“I’m going to have to look through all of these,” he thought. He took out the next hanger, which had a mustard yellow cami mini dress on it that would show his cleavage if he had any. “This definitely would look good with the yellow polish.” He put it back, pulling out another, it was a red t shirt dress with athletic stripes on the sleeve. “Very cute! I’d probably look great in that.”

He continued looking through the dresses, and then the jumpsuit, and leggings, and so on, but he couldn’t make a decision, as if he had to look through all of the clothing first. As he was looking at her sweaters, he heard the door creak very quietly. He froze, but clearly made too much noise. The door to the closet swung open, his hand still on a sweater on the back wall.

“Excuse me miss, how did you get into the house?” Anna asked. Julian stood frozen. “Wait, a minute. Julian. Turn around.” He let go of the sweater and turned towards her, head looking down in shame.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry,” he said, “I just suddenly had an urge. I didn’t try anything on, all I did was put on this underwear…”

Anna cut him off. “You look so cute and girly! Now why don’t you calm down, let’s find you something to wear.”

“You-you-you’re not mad?” he asked in disbelief.

“Why would I be? Would I have preferred if you had asked me first, yes, but I’m not surprised considering how much you are tapping into your feminine side!” she giggled.

“Oh, okay,” he grinned and sighed in relief

“Now what do you want to wear? Hmm, let me guess actually.” Before he could say anything she had made an outfit. It was the cute athletic t shirt dress and a pair of red converse as well as fishnet stockings and ankle socks that were flipped colors of the dress. “You’re going to look so adorable in this! Put it on!”

Julian was amazed, she had found the perfect outfit for him. He took the fishnets first.

“Actually, wait. Come with me,” Anna said. He followed her to the bathroom, still just wearing the cute bra and panties he had picked out.

“Why are we here?” he asked.

“There’s no way I’m letting you wear a dress with even remotely bare legs unless we shave them. Hairy legs would ruin the whole outfit. And you know what? So would hairy arms. Come on, you’ll love how it feels.”

“O-okay,” he said with hesitation. “I mean I guess I do want to look my best.”

“Good!” she said. “Let’s get started.”

Anna helped Julian shave, making sure that no spot was missed.

“Wow, they’re so smooth,” he said, rubbing his legs.

“See, I told you that you’d love it!” she giggled. “I would ask you to trim your bush lol, but we don’t need to do that!” she started laughing and he laughed along nervously “yet,” she muttered under her breath.”

They went back to her room and he began to get dressed.

“Be careful with the stockings! I wouldn’t want you to rip them.”

He very slowly put them on, shivering a few times because of how they felt on his bare, smooth legs.

“These feel so nice,” he said.

“Good!” she said, smiling. “Now let’s get this dress on, you’re going to look so cute when we’re done!”

He put on the dress, looking down and seeing two bumps poking out of it because of the padding in the bra. He then put on mid ankle high socks with athletic stripes, inverse in color to the dress, followed by the shoes that matched the color.

“Why don’t you come over here and take a look at yourself!” she said, smiling.
He went over to the mirror and took a look. He gasped. He looked so cute, but there was still something off.

“Hey, my hair is pretty messy, we should do something about that,” he said.

“You’re totally right,” Anna said. “I’d be happy to style it. Come sit down at my vanity dresser.”

She began to brush his shoulder length hair, getting all the knots out.

“You really need to brush your hair more often, it would be so much better for you.”

“Yeah, I do. I think I will be now, especially if I want to look cute like thi-” he cut himself off.

“Oh, stop being silly. I know you like this, you’re literally wearing a dress, not because I suggested it, but because I caught you in my underwear. You’re being ridiculous.” She smiled at him as he looked into the mirror. Now, what do you think you would like better, a bun, braid, or pigtails?!” she asked.

“Uhhhh, hmmmm. I don’t know,” he said, thinking. “Wait!!! Actually I do!”

“Oooh, what do you want, I’m excited to know.”

“So, uh, girls at school with short hair like mine will braid theirs into two short pigtails, and it’s really cute!”

“OMG, that would look so cute with the rest of your outfit! That’s so perfect!”

Julian beamed with pride from that compliment as she made the pigtails.

“There, how does that look?” she asked.

“That’s exactly what I was looking for!” he said. “You’re right, me still trying to pretend like I’m not enjoying this sometimes is definitely stupid!”

“It’s good to hear you say that! I think we should go out to dinner, you’re so cute that it would be dumb to not show you off!” she exclaimed.

“But what if somebody recognizes me? That would be devastating!” he said in a nervous tone.

“Hmm, we can definitely make you unrecognizable, you’d just have to let me do your makeup.”

“Yeah, I guess I’d be okay with that.”

“Why wouldn’t you be? It isn’t any different than painting your nails in the end! If you like it, I’ll teach you how to do it yourself another time!”

“Alright, let’s do it!”

…. To be continued

What do you gals think?? I'd really appreciate feedback, or even suggestions on where to go next!

Jeff was a nerd. He was very unpopular. Because of this, he was very surprised when he was invited to Emma, the most popular girl’s pool party. He didn’t even consider for a moment that something as up.

The day of, he was very excited. So excited that he forgot to bring his bathing suit. When he got there he realized. He knocked on the door and Emma let him in.

“Hi Jeff!”

“Hi Emma…” said Jeff. He was nervous. Emma was extremely hot and all the popular girls would be here. “I don’t want to be rude, but why did you invite me? It just seems odd to me.”

“Well, we all think that you’re an interesting person, and we want you to be part of the group! Come on, let’s go downstairs where everyone is. When they got there, Jeff noticed that there were only girls. When he asked, Emma said that the other boys were coming later. He talked with the girls, who were surprisingly friendly to him. He was seriously enjoying himself.

About half an hour later, Emma announced that they were going to the pool. Jeff watched as the all took their shirts and pants off, revealing their bathing suits. Jeff just stood there, trying to prevent a boner. At that moment he realized that he had forgotten his bathing suit.

“Hey Jeff, why are you just standing there? Do you not have a bathing suit?”

“Y-yeah,” stuttered Jeff.

“Well I’ll help you.” She disappeared, going upstairs to get him a bathing suit. He continued talking with the girls. They kept saying how they really wanted him to be part of the group. Finally, Emma came down, but to his surprise she was carrying a black one piece swimsuit.

“So Jeff, I need you to wear this. None of us will tell. It’ll be like you’re part of the group!”

“I’d rather just not swim.”

“Well you’re going to wear it whether you like it or not!” All the girls rushed him, pinning him on the floor. They tore off his clothes, and then Emma and another girl forced him into the one piece. He began shrinking. His hair gaining the length he was losing. His penis pulled into his body, forming a vagina, and his butt became juicy. Then, his chest expanded, the one piece revealing her cleavage. Her nails became perfectly manicured and waterproof makeup appeared on his face. Finally, the physical changes were done.

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“Welcome to the group, Jessica!” they all said in unison.

Derek was the next guy to arrive. Unlike Jeff, he was a sexist douche. He hung out with other popular guys, but all the girls hated him. They intended to change that. He knocked on the door extremely loudly. When he opened the door he saw some hot girl he didn’t recognize

“Who the hell are you, bitch?”

“I’m Jessica, i’m new to the group. Who are you?”

“I’m Derek. Nice tits by the way.” Jessica ignored him.

“Lets go to the back, that’s where the pool.”

When they got to the pool, he saw that he was the only guy.

“Sick, all the chicks to myself.” He though. “WHATS UP BITCHES” he yelled. For an hour so he was in the pool, continuously being rude to girls. He kept telling them to shut up, commented on their body, and tried to touch them. Finally, Jessica got fed up.

“Hey Derek, why don’t you stop being a dick and leave?”

“No way bitch. Why don’t you suck my dick?”

“Okay,” she said happily. Derek was shocked. That was meant to be an insult. He went with it though.

About 5 minutes later, they were in the bathroom. Jessica kneeled down on the floor in front of him as he pulled it out. After giving it a few tugs, it was erect to its full 9 inches. She began sucking it, her head bobbing up and down. Unbeknownst to Derek, with every bob, his body was changing.

First, he began shrinking in height, from 5’11 to a more petite 5’4. His hips widened and his butt became plump. He noticed the snugness in his pants but didn’t question it. His muscles softened and his body became hairless and feminine. His face changed. He now had perfect casual makeup on his face. He finally noticed changes when he felt hair on his shoulders and as his view of his dick became obstructed by breasts.

“What the fuck is happening?! Stop giving me a blowjob right now!”

It was too late. He orgasmed, ejaculating into Jessica’s mouth. With that the final changes began. His dick rocketed into his body and his testes pulled upwards, forming functional female genitals. His hands became perfectly manicured, and his clothes changed into a pink low cut bikini with a lime print.

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“Wasn’t that great!” said Jessica, standing up.

“Yeah, I loved it!” said Danielle

Charlie and James were twins. They both were very athletic and on the football team. They were both very competitive and manly. But the girls new that they both secretly had a feminine side, and they wanted to bring that out.

When they knocked on the door, Charlie’s girlfriend Ava answered. “Hey boys,” she said, “We’re all excited that you’re here.”

“Yeah, it’s going to be a ton of fun,” said Charlie, James nodding his head in agreement. They walked out back to the pool. Both boys took off their shirts, drawing the attention of many of the girls. While Charlie spent time with Ava and her close friends, two girls approached James. He had never seen them before, and began talking to them. “These girls are super cute,” he thought. They introduced themselves.

“Hi! I’m Danielle! This is Jessica!”

“I’m James…. I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of you before. Where are you from?”

“Oh, We’re close friends of Emma’s. We know her from dance class!”

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” The three talked, Jessica and James beginning to flirt. He swore that there was something familiar about the two, like how Jessica was shy in a way that reminded him of someone at school, he just wasn’t sure who it was. Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by Emma, which disappointed James, as he really thought that he was on his way to hooking up with Jessica. “Guess I’ll try again later,” he thought.

“I think it’s time for some fun! Let’s have a water balloon fight. Let’s say boys vs girls. Before you say anything, boys, you’re both football players! You can definitely take on us!”

The fight began. The boys, despite being hopelessly outnumbered, managed to not get hit for quite a while. About 10 minutes in, James got hit right on his left pec, with another hit soon after. The balloons didn’t pop, however. Instead, they both became fleshy mound, some of the rubber wrapping around his chest and forming a gingham sporty bikini top instead. (https://i1.adis.ws/i/boohooamplience/agg87444_black_xl?$product_image_main_thumbnail$)

After hearing James gasping, Charlie turned around to see what was going on. At that moment, Ava snuck up behind him, two large water balloons in hand. She got as close as possible, which was easy considering that he was distracted by his brother suddenly having boobs, and slammed both of them onto his buttcheeks. Just like what happened to his brother, the balloons became part of him instead of popping. The remaining rubber became a floral print low-cut bikini bottom, which tucked his penis into his body as it wrapped around. He put his hands on his new flat crotch, just in time to feel the slit that was his new vagina form. He looked back at Ava, trying to look shocked, but only smiled a genuine smile. He was already so happy as he was becoming feminized. Ava walked closer, doing the same as she had before, with large balloons becoming his breasts, proportional with his bulkier build, and the bikini being completed. (https://www.forever21.com/images/1_front_750/00274438-01.jpg)

Meanwhile, James was surrounded. One girl did what Ava had done, giving him a smaller but still plump butt for his build, his vagina forming at the same time. He smiled as he was doused in water from all sides, water from above giving him long blond hair, while the rest shaped his body. He could see the same happening to Charlie, his larger build becoming curvy and his brown hair growing out.

After everything was done, they got up and walked towards each other, Ava approaching them along with the rest of the girls.

“That was such a fun fight, wasn’t it?” said Ava. “Jaimie and Carly, you guys looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, it was great!” said Carly, before being interrupted by Jaimie.

“I agree, but I got too soaked,” said Jaimie. “Come on Carly, let’s dry off so we can go tan!”

What do you think? Do you have any suggestions for the next boys / group? Let me know down below