As Cary folded his arms around his new tits, he was struck with the inevitability of the situation. The brunette hair trickling down his neck was an unwelcome addition. The slippery feeling down below was beyond comprehension.
“Look, Sis, please you can’t leave me like this. I am wearing your scarlet skirt and your scanty top and feeling all wet and bothered down in my…my…” he sputtered and couldn’t continue.
“You mean your vagina?” Angelica smirked at the thought of her former brother bleeding and sweating down his new cunt. “Look, sis, you need to start acting like a real girl. Can you do that? Because this is your new life.”
“Yes, I can,” he answered, hugging his breasts. “I will, Sis.”