My sister warned me not to mess with her or make fun of her, but I never listened. One day, I saw that she was on her phone taking a selfie, and I told her she looked stupid while doing it. She got really mad.
“Okay little brother, I warned you!” She yelled at me. She pointed her finger right at me. “I know you like black hair, so let’s go with that for color.” My hair started to grow longer, just a bit past my shoulders. It’s blonde color turned a dark black.
“What are you doing to me!” I yelled at her.
“Oh no, that won’t do. Your face and voice don’t match your new girly hair color!” She pointed towards my face and it started to feel very tingly. My face started to reshape and squirm until I had a cute little feminine face.
“Please stop,” I pleaded in a seductive voice any man would lust for.
“I don’t think so Charlie, although you won’t be Charlie for long!” She waved her other hand and my entire frame started to shrink. My arms and legs lost muscle mass and I lost almost an entire foot in height! I went from 6’2 to a dainty 5’3. I was now looking up at my sister.
“Please, I don’t want to be a girl!” I moaned at her, looking up at her for the first time in 6 years.
“I don’t care,” she said with a smile. She pointed her finger at my crotch “Everything about you is so feminine accept for your chest and dick. Lets fix that!”
I squealed as a pain entered my crotch. After a second, it just felt empty. I shoved my small and feminine hand down my pants and was greeted with with a slit.
“Ah, now that the little cock is gone, now for the part that will define your femininity. ” I closed my eyes. My chest started to feel heavy. Two orbs of fat started to grow while my nipples became bigger. They continued to grow and jiggle, making my back arch a bit each time they pulsated on my chest. The growing stop and I now had two full and feminine breasts. I was now a complete, attractive girl. I felt more changes coming. My black shorts shrank and became a tiny pair of black work out shorts that didn’t cover anything. My shirt than shrank and wrapped around my new breasts and became a grey push up bra that brought my new breasts together.
“Do you like having breasts, Charlie? No, I’m going to call you Charlotte now. That’s a much more feminine name for a girl like yourself. How can you not be a girl with that figure and those breasts. You will forever be a girl, Charlotte. Also, just to add insult to injury, you will need to post a picture of yourself in revealing clothes at least once a week to Facebook or else every week you don’t, your cup size will go up. Start today, Charlotte and enjoy your new life!”
With that my sister walked out, leaving me in this new form. I was going to have to spend the rest of my life as an attractive girl. I looked at my breasts and didn’t want them to get any bigger, so I guess I’ll upload the first picture tonight.
