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“You know what would be fun? “ Nikki asked her sister Wendy. I had come over simply because I was bored, and I didn’t know what else to do. Wendy was sitting with me against the bed, which Nikki was lying on. Well was, she had gotten up to walk to her dresser mid-sentence.
“What?” Wendy asked. Nikki opened one of her drawers and pulled out one of her bras (D-cup). A wicked smile appeared across her face. Realization struck Wendy, and she got the same grin. I was lost until they both moved towards me, very slowly. Uh oh. I got up to run away, but they tackled me on to the bed and started laughing. Here’s the thing. I’m kind of weak. I could probably overpower one of them, but certainly not both of them. Nikki now had pinned my arms to the bed, and Wendy had my legs. They had dropped the bra on the bed to make sure I didn’t get away.
“What’s all this noise?” Someone had walked in. It was their last sister, Clarissa.
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“Perfect timing! We’re going to put girl’s clothes on Matt! Come help us!” Nikki yelled from the bed. Clarissa looked like she was going to explode from happiness. She jumped on the bed and tore my shirt off, causing me to blush immensely.
“Awww, is lil’ Matt getting a bit moody?” Wendy laughed.
“I guess we’ll find out now, won’t we?” Clarissa replied, as she unbuttoned my pants. I tried to get up, lift my legs, thrash my arms, but Wendy and Nikki had death grips. I struggled and struggled, but to no avail. “You are!” Clarissa shrieked. She had unzipped my pants and pulled them down, causing my erect penis to stand, hard and pointy behind my boxers.
“Well well, Matt, what’s this? Clarissa circled the erection with her finger, finally poking the tip. “Let’s see it.” She pulled my boxers off, showing my fully naked body. Well, almost fully naked. I still had my watch and socks on. Clarissa slowly rubbed her finger across my tip, causing me to cum a little bit. “Oh ho ho!” She laughed. “We better cover this up.” She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small pair of pink panties. I tried to kick my legs, to stop this ridiculousness, but once again, it was proven my legs were no match for Wendy’s arms and grip. She put my foot through each of the holes and slowly slid the panties up towards my crotch. She grabbed my dick and held it down, then slid the panties up over it. My dick pulsated against it, looking like it was about to burst through them, but then something strange happened. It started to shrink.
“Whoa, what’s happening?!” Nikki yelled. Lifting my head, I saw my new panties falling more and more, as my penis continued to shrink. Soon my penis was gone, and the panties were completely flat against my body.
“OH!!!” I yelled and started to squirm again (Causing Wendy and Nikki to regain focus) as I started to feel something happening on my new flat surface, it felt like something was forcing my skin apart.
“Clarissa, can you… uhhh… check it out?” Wendy asked. Clarissa pulled my panties down to reveal a new, slightly wet, vagina. She gasped and put her hands to her mouth. “This… is… amazing!” She yelled. “Let’s continue!” She grabbed the bra sitting on the bed and put it over my head, and forced my arms through it. They turned me on my back to latch it, and then flipped me over again. My nipples felt hot, then hard, then soft again. Or at least, the skin around them seemed to soften. “Is he…?”
“Yes! Yes he is!” Nikki yelled. I lifted my head once more to see why my chest had suddenly started to feel heavier. Breasts had begun to from on my chest and started to fill in the bra. I moaned, but they didn’t stop growing until they filled out the whole bra. Nikki reached over to her bed-side table and picked up a few bracelets, and shoved them on to my right arm, next to my watch. My arms started to slim, and pink nail polish covered my nails. “This is so fun! Clarissa, get my lipstick!” Nikki half laughed-half screamed. Once she got the lipstick she pressed her knees against my arms and sat on my chest, just below my breasts. “Wow, these are impressive, considering they’re my size!”
She grabbed them and jiggled them in her hands, and I moaned. I closed my eyes. I can’t take this! This is so degrading! I felt Nikki release my boobs, and she grabbed my head with her left hand. She began applying the lipstick and I thought to myself, “What’s the point of fighting? They’ve clearly got me beat.” I stopped squirming and let her do it. She stopped and I opened my eyes. “I’m never going to live this down.” OH. Oh. “Shit.” The girls bust out laughing.
“That’s no way for a lady to talk!” Clarissa teased.
“Oh my god, this is hilarious! Say something else!” Wendy asked. I kept silent. “Oh come on, don’t be like that!” I didn’t respond. “Oh hey, grab the Miss Chatterbox shirt! Maybe that’ll do something!” Clarissa got up and pulled the shirt out of the closet. They forced it on me, similar to how they got the bra on me. “Oh my god, look at that mid-riff!” Wendy yelled. “You’re looking sexy, Matt!” I felt the shirt start to kick in, I couldn’t help but saying something.
“I don’t care! I don’t like this! I don’t want to be a girl! Let me go!”
“Buzz kill…” Clarissa said. I don’t think anyone could hear her over me though. “Wait, I’ve got an idea! This bracelet!” Clarissa yelled.
“What bracelet! I don’t want another bracelet! I wanna go home! Let me go! Get me out of here! Why me?! Why me?! Why m-“ Clarissa shoved the bracelet on and I immediately felt… like I was floating? No… horny. Definitely horny. “I like that bracelet. That’s a nice bracelet. Do you think they guys will like it? Do you think the guys will like me anyway? I know I’m not…” At this point I couldn’t even stop myself from saying whatever came in to my mind. I couldn’t control what came in to my mind either. The faces on the girls was priceless though. Wendy and Nikki looked really confused and shocked, but Clarissa looked triumphant.
“I got it off a bimbo.” She explained. “Now let’s get some skinny jeans on her!”
“Oh, I love skinny jeans! Or at least, I think I do. If guys think I look sexy in them, then yes, I love love love them!” She slid the jeans up my legs, and I could feel my curves filling in the appropriate places. I felt my butt expand, lifting me up just a bit. They put a belt on and my hips propelled outwards, and my leg hair receded in to my skin. I rubbed my hand up and down my right hip. “Like oh my god! I’m so curvy! I feel so sexy! But what about my ugly feet?!” The girls shrugged and let go of my arms and legs. Clarissa grabbed some Uggs and shoved them on. At first they were too small, but my feet adjusted. Soon, they fit very snug. I felt my hair fall against my face, and I smiled. “Omg guys, I love you guys for this! You guys are the best!” I pulled them all in for a tight hug, and I could feel our breasts pressing against each other’s. It was so satisfying.
“Aw, we love you too Ma… Maddie?”
“That’s perfect! From now on, I’m Maddie! Now let’s go find some boys!”
too many people do stories with a "and then the new memories came in" cop-out, those just feel like they might as well have killed the victim and replaced them with a different character altogether.
I much prefer when the victim is overrun with uncontrollable urges that crack them mentally.