Amanda rapped on the door to her brother’s room and, without waiting for a response, walked in. As she suspected, she discovered Leo completely naked, using a pair of her panties to masturbate. “So, I was right—you are the one who has been in my dresser!” she exclaimed.
“Mandy!” the startled boy dropped the undies and sat upright.
“Oh, don’t pretend,” she castigated him. “I figured it out weeks ago and I’m all set to deal with it.” From behind her back, she produced a pink plastic device. “Lie down on your back and spread your legs, sissy!” Before Leo could object or prevent it, she snapped the chastity on to his cock and closed the lock. She draped the key on a chain around her neck.
She laughed. “You’re a sissy…and now you’ll never be a boy again. Your name is now Leah….and you will be referred to as one, with feminine pronouns and all, from now on,” Amanda explained. “Remember, Mom’s will made me your guardian until you’re 18…and you’re only 15 right now. By the time I’ve completed my plans for you, you’ll be happy to be my little brolita! Oh—and you will refer to me as ‘Miss Amanda’!” She crossed to the door. “Wait here until I return, not that you’re likely to go anywhere in your current state.”
Amanda returned shortly with a basket of clothes. “Within a week or so, all the male garb in this room will be replaced with appropriately feminine attire,” she told the sissy. “Let’s start with these.” She tossed a pair of frilly, ruffled pink panties on the bed. “Put them on, Leah,” she ordered, emphasizing the feminine name. Leah took the undies and pulled them over her encased sissy-cock. “Yes, very cute,” Amanda remarked. “I’ll help you with the next item, this time.”
She knelt by the bed and pulled white knee-high nylon stockings up his legs, then helped Leah to her feet and dropped a pink silk camisole over her body. “Feel that soft silk slither over your nipples, darling,” Amanda purred, as she caressed his chest. “We’ll have to work on improving your bust line,” she giggled. She pulled out a number of pink petticoats and handed them to Leah. “We’ll start with just two pettis, I think,” she suggested. When they were settled over Leah’s thighs with a sibilant rustle, Amanda produced a pair of black-patent mary-jane shoes with a two-inch heel. “Just high enough for you to get used to them, sweetie.”
Leah took a few steps, wobbling slightly. “You’ll find your balance in a bit, dear,” Amanda advised. “But it’s time now for the dress!”
And what a dress! It, too, was pink, covered in lacy frills, and once it was settled over the petticoats, came to four inches above Leah’s knees. “Come look in the mirror, my little sissy sibling!”
Leah did as ordered and when she saw herself, tears began in her eyes. “I look ridiculous,” she sobbed.
“No, sweetie, you look delicious, just the way a newly feminized pansy should look,” Amanda responded, “except…yes, we need to get something done with your face and hair!” She pulled out her phone and dialed. “Allison, it’s Amanda—do you have time for an emergency makeover? Yes, it’s Leo—well, Leah now….you can deal with it immediately? Terrific!” She ended the call and grabbed Leah’s hand.
“Let’s go, you little femboy…the changes aren’t over yet!”
Fifteen minutes later, Leah minced behind her big sister as they entered the House of Femininity, a boutique and salon run by their cousin, Allison. Allison gasped in surprise and pleasure as she realized who the frill-covered figure truly was. “Amanda—is this Leo?” she asked.
“Leah,” Amanda corrected her. “I’ve grown tired of dealing with my brother’s sexist ways and have taken control. Does that shock you, cousin?”
“Shock me? Goodness no,” Allison replied. “I’ve been wondering what took you so long. Surely you realized I am all in favor of feminization?”
“No, I didn’t,” Amanda remarked. “Why would I be?”
“You didn’t notice the posters all over this place?” Allison pointed to one of them.
“It’s an on-line course for transforming annoying men and boys into sweetly feminine creatures. I’ve actually used their program to help some of my clients,” Allison explained. “And myself, of course.” She gestured to the figure sitting at the reception desk. “You don’t recognize Flossie, do you?”
Puzzled, Amanda looked more closely at the over-the-top girlish person. “You mean that’s….”
“Yes, until six months ago, Flossie was my good-for-nothing husband, Frank,” Allison explained. “Now, thanks to FISH, she’s my submissive male lesbian assistant and concubine.” She looked over at Leah. “Now, what do you want done with your little brolita?”
Amanda smiled. “Given your greater experience in all this, I leave her in your capable hands.” With that, she picked up a brochure about FISH Academy, took a seat in the reception area and waited for her sissy to be transformed.
TO BE CONTINUED
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