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Nick was startled awake by a douse of cold water. He found himself in a
sparse yet homey room, like something you'd expect in a motel. There was
a bed, a nightstand, a desk, and windows with frilly pink curtains. For
that matter, everything was pink, or beige, or off-white. It looked like
a girl's room, like something you'd find in a . . . oh, shit! The
sorority! He'd snuck in last night on a dare, and now sunlight was
streaming in through the window. And he was sitting with his back to the
foot of a bed, dripping with cold water. How did that happen?
He looked up and was surprised to see Vicki Plume standing over him, a
metal bucket in her hands, a drop hanging tentatively from the rim. How
had he not noticed her sooner? She looked pissed, too, with her lips set
in a stern smile. "S-sorry," he stammered and stood up, hoping she'd let
him get away. "I'll just be leaving now." He was wearing a hang-dog look
and refused to meet her eyes as he shouldered by. Before he could get to
the door, though, she shouted after him.
"Hold on, sister! We've got to talk." And he froze there with his hand on
the nob as a strange thrill ran through his body. He was suddenly and
intensely aroused. Was Vicki coming onto him? He turned to look at her, a
big lump in the crotch of his pants. She was beautiful in a traditional
sort of way. Tall, curvaceous, big breasted. Hell, he'd fuck her. He
couldn't help but grin at the thought. "Wipe that smile off your face,
sister," Vicki growled, and once again he felt a wild rush of arousal.
Was she trying to dominate him? Because she was doing a great job. Nobody
had ever tried this before, and he was surprised by how turned on he's
gotten.
"What do you want, mistress?" he asked, not really sure how to play this
game but willing to give it a shot. She was much less casual about it,
though, and looked at him with open disgust.
"I'm not your 'mistress'," she hissed. "If anything, I'm your sister."
And then she paused, smiling wickedly, and with the clearest enunciation
he had ever heard, she said, "Sister." His body started tingling again,
like waves of warmth washing over him. It made his nipples rock hard, and
his penis felt like it was about to explode. How could she tease him like
that and not deliver. Was this his punishment for trespassing?
"Come on, sister," he said, flinching at how incestuous that sounded.
"Give a guy a break. What do you want from me?"
She paused then, smiling. "I'm glad you asked." She put a hand on her hip
and pointed authoritatively at the closet. "Go open that, sister." There
was no arguing with the look on her face, which filled him with
conflicting emotions. She made him hornier than he had ever been?even
horner than when he was a thirteen-year-old discovering porn. But the
look on her face was anything but encouraging. All he could do was play
along, hoping that she'd drop him a bone at the end of the game. That, or
a boner. (Ha!) So he shuffled over to the closet and opened the door,
inside of which was a full wardrobe of sorority clothing. Formal wear,
party wear, jogging shorts, high heels. The whole works.
"Yes?" he finally asked, staring into the closet. "What now?"
There was an exasperated sigh from behind him, and then Vicki snapped,
"What do you think, sister? Put on your favorite outfit!" There was that
rush again. It was such a strange feeling, both energizing and draining.
He arms and legs felt unusually weak, even as raw sexual energy coursed
through his veins. It aroused him enough to encourage strange thoughts,
tempting him to put on those clothes out of sheer kinkiness. He could
imagine himself, a big muscled dude in a tight sorority ballgown. It was
ridiculous, but kind of sexy if he thought about Vicki pressing her warm
body against him, those huge breasts flattening against his six-pack. Oh,
how she would wail if she only let him touch her. But as sexy as she was,
he wasn't wearing women's clothing. Not for anyone.
"No way, Vicki!" he finally shouted, slamming the closet shut. He wheeled
around and looked her straight in the eye. "If you want to do something
kinky, just tell me. All this teasing is getting us no where." He stood
there seething at her, but she remained as composed as ice.
"What's wrong, sister?" she finally drawled, Nick's body flushing with
excitement again. "Don't you want to be here, sister? In your home? This
is your room, after all. Sister." And every time she said sister, his
body exploded with pleasure and warmth and weakness. By the last one, he
was doubled over on the floor, moaning softly. How the hell was she doing
this to him? He knew she would never hurt him, that she loved him and had
his best interest at heart?but still, something seemed wrong. His room
seemed different, too. It was girlier than he liked with its pink walls
and white trim, though it was really well painted.
"Vicki," he finally moaned, catching his breath. The waves of arousal had
passed, but he still felt woozy. He cradled his stomach, and looking down
at his hands he was surprised to see that they had changed. They were
tiny, like a boy's hands. And so were his arms. All the muscle had
thinned away, leaving long, lanky limbs. Their hair had even changed,
lightening from black to a downy yellow. And worst of all was his chest.
It was once so brawny and big, the pride of his GYM workout. Now his t-
shirt hung limply around a thin ribcage, as delicate as a girl's. It was
enough to make him scream frantically, also embarrassingly like a girl,
until he got off the floor and started running for the door.
"Wait, sister!" Vicki called after him, but he kept running. He had to
get out that door, even if his body, like, felt really good. "Are you
leaving us? Do you not want to be part of the sorority anymore?" Of
course he didn't want to be part of a sorority! He was fucking man! But
at the same time?even as he reached for the door?he was shocked by the
tenderness in her voice. It was as though she truly wanted him to be
here. And as wrong as he knew it was, a part of him wanted to stay. She
was such a lovely sorority president. A true friend even. He could feel
it in his heart. And he loved the others, too. Patti, Laura, Ami. All of
them! He loved all of them!
And even though he was certain this was just another manipulation, he
pulled his hand away from the door knob. He turned to look at Vicki, his
eyes brimming with emotions he'd only felt for his family. He was
terrified by how quickly he'd fallen in love with them. It was so fucking
wrong! But at the same time, the thought of tearing himself away was
heartbreaking. He was even starting to cry! Oh God! She was turning him
into a sissy. A snot-nosed sissy! He wanted so badly to escape, but-- No,
he couldn't bear life without his sorority sisters! His hand kept
reaching for the doorknob and then cringing back. He had no idea what to
do. He was, like, really, really confused right now! And nobody was
helping him! Where were his frat brothers! He wanted them so badly! He
wanted somebody to rescue him! Because Vicki was just a . . . a. . . .
And then he looked up at her, her eyes twinkling with a stern love. And
he knew. He wanted to stay here forever. He belonged here, with his
sisters. And looking Vicki in the eye, he murmured the choice that would
damn him but that he couldn't resist. "I'll stay here, Vicki." If they
were going to turn him into a sissy, then so be it. He couldn't let them
go.
Vicki seemed to understand his choice, and for the first time all morning
her tough facade melted and she smiled from the bottom of her heart. He
wanted that moment to last forever, but she quickly put on her stern face
again. "Well, sister. Does it feel good to be here?" And it did feel
good! Warmth was coursing through his body again. Vicki's voice was a
drug, a powerful aphrodisiac?especially when she called him sister. "I'm
glad you like it here. Sister. And I want you to do another favor for me.
Come stand in front of this mirror." Nick did as she asked, walking
gingerly across the white carpet to stand before a simple dresser mirror.
Vicki stood behind him, her hands on her hips, tapping one foot. And as
Nick stared at himself, he was overcome with conflicting thoughts. On the
one hand, he had withered away into a lanky, boyish frame. His face
seemed younger, too, and he was shorter. It was like he was regressing
through time, though he didn't look like his twelve-year-old self,
either. His hair was getting shaggy and turning a lighter hue, a sandy
blond. And as much as that worried him, he was also concerned about his
clothes. There was something about their cut that seemed wrong. The shirt
was too square and the pants were too baggy. His shoes suddenly seemed
very boring, too. And dirty. "Do you see what I mean, sister? You've got
to put on better clothes. Those don't suit you at all."
Something in his mind was screaming as another wave of warmth washed over
his body, settling luxuriously along his hips and thighs. He remembered
opening the closet door just a moment ago and not liking what she found
there. But at the same, she knew it had to contain clothes better than
what she was wearing just then. So she walked over to the closet again
and opened it. Inside was a veritable treasure trove of gowns and
dresses, expensive shoes and sexy undergarments. It felt strange to enjoy
the sight of them so much, but it also felt natural, like she had been
doing so all her life. He was kind of confused by this. And why had she
been disappointed with this selection before? Because these were, like,
some really cute outfits! She sifted through them eagerly, feeling the
silk on the back of her hand, rubbing a pair of cotton panties on her
cheek. They were spotlessly clean, pure white. They delighted her. But
she wanted something sexier, so she sifted around until she found some
white lingerie with frills along the edges and transparent netting across
the belly.
She hastily tore off her other clothes, and then at a more sensuous pace
pulled the silky lingerie up her thighs. It slid so creamily along her
crotch and belly that she couldn't hold back a smile. But as she pulled
the straps around her shoulders, she was disappointed to look down at two
empty cups. Like, where were her tits? She struggled with this thought
for a moment, before suddenly, terrifyingly remembering that he was a
man. Of course he didn't have cleavage! He was about to shout something
when Vicki preempted him: "Is something wrong, sister? Do you not like
that, sister? Because we can always get you something else." He lurched
with pleasure as Vicki said sister both times, nearly losing his balance
in the process. He could feel the warmth twinkling beneath his nipples,
pooling in his ass. It felt so fucking good! And in the next moment,
Vicki made it even better, whispering from across the room, "Sister."
His penis was still alive and kicking, but his balls were starting to
feel weird. It was like they were engorging themselves on blood, tripling
in size and growing intensely sensitive. At the same time, his stomach
was rumbling. "Sister." A cavity was opening up inside of him, right
beneath his crotch. "Sister, sister, sister! Sister!" And suddenly his
penis was contracting and spasming, and right beneath his over-engorged
testicles, a new musculature was coming to life. It grasped one of his
balls with sensitive, gummy jaws. The feeling was incredible and he
started moaning uncontrollably as it gobbled his testicle down. In the
next moment, the organ grabbed his other testicle and swallowed it whole.
He was, like, really, really fucking scared right now! Something weird
was happening to him. . . . But. But it felt really, really GOOD, too!
And that terriefied him the most. What was happening to him that he
would, uhn, enjoy this so much? A new organ was pulling his testicles
deep into his belly with tantalizing contractions, pushing them towards
the curve of his hips. "Sister. Sister, sister, sister." He was wracked
by another intense wave of pleasure, and when she blinked her eyes open
again, she found herself lying sweaty on the bedroom floor. The warmth
was settling heavily across her body, making her feel rounded and pretty.
"Wha-what happened?" she finally squeaked, her voice that of a twelve
year old girl.
"Mmm," Vicki purred. "You blacked out. You were just in the process of
choosing an outfit."
She looked down at herself in her lingerie, feeling like a girl playing
dress up. Her puffy nipples did nothing to fill the C-sized cups, and her
butt was, like, looking really weird. It was definitely cute and
everything, all curvy and smooth, but it was also really small. And,
well, it didn't look like her butt. Her whole body looked kind of weird,
actually . . . though she couldn't really put her finger on it. "Are you
going to put on a dress, sister?" And she wriggled pleasantly on the
carpet as a wave of pleasure spread across her body, swirling around her
nipples like warm galaxies. When she blinked her eyes open again, she
looked into her closet and thought about what she should wear. There was
a cute pink halter top in front, and the sleeve of something silky and
black further back. She stood up to look through her options when Vicki
suddenly tackled her and pinned her small frame to the ground. "Wait a
second. I changed my mind." And Vicki slipped her hand along the lingerie
until it cupped her crotch. She fondled it gently, then said with a
sinister smile. "You know you have a pussy."
She looked at Vicki, kind of confused. That was, like, a really weird
thing to say. "Of course I have one."
But Vicki just shook her head. "Boys don't have pussies."
And then it all rushed back to him. He was a boy! His name?his name was,
like, Nick! He had snuck into a sorority last night and then blacked out.
Now Vicki was on top of him, forcing him to wear lingerie, telling him
that he had a pussy. "What the hell--" he started to yell, but then Vicki
began fingering him. The shock of that feeling made him stop mid-
sentence, not so much because it felt good as because it felt like he had
a vagina.
"You like that, huh, sister?" And Vicki smiled sinisterly as another wave
of pleasure washed over him. He was terrified of his surroundings, of all
the pink trim and girly clothes in the closet. But at the same time, he
liked them so much. And he liked butterflies. And chocolates. And . . .
what the hell was happening to her! She could feel all these girly
thoughts percolating at the edge of his mind. He was drowning in them and
enjoying them so, so much. If only it didn't feel so good to have Vicki
fingering her! She wanted her to go even deeper, and so she started
moaning needly. "Now, now, now, sister. Don't forget who you are." And
then with her other hand she grabbed his cock, still throbbing strong
beneath his lingerie. It was a really weird feeling because women, like,
didn't have penises. But, like, was he a woman? He wasn't a woman, was
he? Though he really wanted Vicki to take his cock into her mouth, to
give her the best blowjob she had, like, ever gotten.
"Blow me, Vicki," he moaned, his voice that of a thirteen-year-old
girl's. "What's wrong with my voi. . . . Oh, shit."
Vicki chuckled. "Now, now, now. That's no language for a member of our
house. Unless it's me, of course." But after she got her word in, Vicki
was uncharacteristically obliging. She unbuttoned his lingerie and pulled
his rock hard cock out. She gripped it in a fist and squeezed it tightly.
"Sister. Oh, oh, sister. Do you like it when I play with your penis?
Sister?" And Peter's whole body shook with the excitement of each
utterance, until he curled into a ball like a dying bee. He felt like she
was going to explode, the warmth settling heavily in his ass, his thighs,
his chest. Oh, and how his vagina was flushed with juices, Vicki's
fingers exploring deeper and deeper into its folds.
"Uhn-uh!" he gasped as her penis started contracting, like she was about
to cum. "Uhn!"
Vicki smiled, genuinely pleased with her power over him. "Oh, poor
sister. Your wee-wee is trying to cum, but there's no more man-juice in
it. All that's left for it is to shrivel into a nice, dainty clit. Don't
you think, sister? Sister, sister, oh, sister."
Each utterance of "sister" filled her body with coursing pleasure. Her
face was flushed red, sweat pooling in her ears and along her hairline.
Her body was filling out, warmth settling in her ass, her tits. She
peeked down at her chest, two small breasts rolling heavily beneath the
C-cup lingerie. They felt so good, and between mind-blowing orgasms,
Vicki's predictions were coming true. Her cock was becoming a dainty
little clit. It twitched uncontrollably as it shrank. And he was so
pissed off about it. His fucking penis! His manhood! He could fucking rip
her head off! "Stop!" he wailed, appalled and delighted by his voice.
"Stop!" But she only brought his shriveling cock into her mouth and
muttered around the edges, "Sister. Sister."
He thrashed futily on the ground, feeling the warmth pooling in his body,
settling lusciously along his thighs, his rear. He reached his hand up to
massage a breast that was too big for his girly palms, and his other hand
stroked the firm curve of her hips. He felt so earthy. Curvaceous.
Fertile. Images of men, babies, birth, and motherhood were reeling
through her mind. She wanted them all so badly! But he didn't want to be
fertile! She didn't want to have babies, to have sex with men! Even if
she was, like, so fucking hot. Even if she just really wanted to hold a
cock in her hands, to wrap her lips around its throbbing flesh. But, ugh!
That was so fucking gross. He didn't want that. He didn't want hot, sexy
cocks. He didn't want men groping her breasts with big, strong hands,
making her feel so warm inside, like the hottest fucking thing in town!
And she spread her thighs wider, rearing up so Vicki could reach deeper
into her. She wanted to tell Vicki to use her thumb, like he used to do
to other women, but everything came out as a helpless moan. "Uhn! Uhn,
Vicki!"
Soon Vicki was licking her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the
biggest organism of her life. But before she got there, Vicki suddenly
pulled back and smiled at her. "I think we've gone far enough for now."
"But," she said between pants, grasping for the words, "please. . . ."
Vicki put on her stern face again, then looked her over. "First you need
to do something for me. Look at yourself." But ohh. . . . She was sooooo
close to cumming! She just wanted to get a little more touching. A little
more. Please, Vicki, please. . . . But Vicki just stared at her all stern
and mean, so she had to look down. It wasn't all that bad, though. She
was hot, you know, and it kind of turned her on. Her chest was all
heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and a small pool of sweat had
gathered in her cleavage The lingerie held her boobs really snuggly, too,
which felt great. And she could see her nipples peeking out the top of
the fabric. Further down, she had, like, the trimmest hourglass ever! And
they flared into hips and ass that strained her lingerie. They were,
like, really fucking hot! She pushed her hands down along them, gripping
the firm flesh. "You'll have such beautiful babies, sister. You're a
regular fertility goddess." And she squirmed with the pleasure of the
word sister again, the warmth filling her chest. She was, like, really,
really happy just then! But at the same time, something felt kind of
wrong. It was like the machinary in her head was grinding to a stop, and
she was really having trouble concentr . . . concentra . . . thinking
hard. But before this could worry her too much, Vicki murmured with a
smile, "Sister." And she felt warmth circulating all throughout her body
again. The cotton of her lingerie slid ever so slightly along her
expanding curves. She could feel it, and it was really good! "Sister, my
dear, dear sister." She squirmed with pleasure, thinking of how cute that
pink halter top would look on her. And how fun it would be to dance to
Brittany Spears, shaking her body beneath the strobe light. And how she
really wanted to talk to that boy in her English Lit class, the one with
the muscles.
But these weren't her thoughts! She had to take control. She wanted to
think about rock and roll and cumming all over Pamela Anderson's chest.
He wanted to think about pickup trucks and dried cherries! About red
stilettos and fur coats! And he wanted so badly for Vicki to put her
fingers in her pussy! "Finger me," she moaned, her voice that of a young
porn star, somebody fresh out of high school and too naive to say no.
"Put your finger in me!" But Vicki instead leapt over to the nightstand
and brought a mirror back with her, shoving it into her face. She had to
blink a few times before she recognized it as herself, her hair hanging
long around her neck, blond. And her eyes blue. And her nose pert and
dainty. Her lips were thick, red, and ready to give a blow job. She felt
like she was about to cry. . . .
Vicki slowly put her fingers back into her pussy, and before she could
figure out why her beautiful face made her so sad, she started moaning.
"Tell me something, sister. What's your name?" And as a new wave of
pleasure washed over her, overflowing her body with hormones she couldn't
control, she struggled to remember. Ni-- Ni-something. Ni, Ni, Ni. . . .
Nick! Nick! Her name was Nick!
"Nick!" she gasped, but Vicki seemed displeased.
"Sister." And there was another flood of warmth. "You've become such a
fucking bimbo. I'm kind of disappointed. But let's try a little harder,
shall we? Use every last muscle in that estrogen soaked brain of yours
and think this through. Nick is a boy's name, right? And you're not a
boy. You're a bimbo who loves cock. Aren't you, sister? Sister?" And the
pleasure coursing through her body was so intense that she had to pull
away from Vicki, to roll across the floor cradling herself. What the hell
was going on! Her name was Nick! Nick! She wasn't a bimbo! She was a boy
with a pussy, and she really loved cock! And she wanted one in her pussy!
And she wanted somebody to massage her breasts! And since nobody was
going to, she massaged them herself, even though they were, like, way too
big for her hands. And all the while, Vicki sat there chanting, "Sister,
sister," and she rolled around, gasping stupidly.
"Fuck me," she finally breathed. "Fuck me." But nobody was touching her,
so she rolled around, sitting on her thighs, her blond hair falling
around her shoulders, her breasts overflowing from the tight C-cups. She
saw all of this in the mirror. She saw a sorority girl, somebody any boy
would want to fuck. But strangely, she wasn't sure if that was really
her. She looked, somehow, different.
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