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Brian threw the pillow off of his face and slammed it on the bed, grunting
with restless frustration. He kicked at his sheets, flinging them off his
legs. Afterwards, his upper body shot up in bed, his eyes glaring forward
into the darkness with fury and frustration.
He had enough.
The loud, obnoxious soundtrack of a wild girl's night in bled through his
thin bedroom wall, preventing him from sleeping. The gaggles of giggles,
the occasional shriek of excitement, the loud singalongs to silly party
songs blasting from their speakers; he couldn't stand it anymore! He had
tossed and turned and buried his head underneath his pillow and blanket,
but the racket of the girl club's crazy antics kept sleep far away at bay.
Now, though, instead of lying back down, he swung his legs off of the bed,
stood up, and stomped out of his room. Upon opening his door, he noise
invaded his ears and the room at a heightened volume. What the hell were
they doing in there?! he thought to himself. Those stupid girls....
He marched down the hallway, the volume of their ruckus rising higher with
every step. He felt as if he were approaching a den of feral felines. Once
he reached their door, he looked it up and down, pondering on what laid on
the other side of it.
After a moment, he just pounded on the door three times.
The noise within continued uninterrupted. He waited. Nothing.
He pounded another three times, then another three after that. After his
last round of knocks, the music in the room quieted down. A moment later,
the door finally cracked open; his little sister, Beth, had answered by
poking her head out of the door.
Brian frowned at the sight of her face, however. Being away at college most
of the time, he hadn't been around to witness much of it himself but, from
casual conversation with his parents, he heard she had become quite unruly.
Puberty and hormones had turned her into a teenage witch. And, now, as he
stood before her, she certainly looked like a witch. Her sweet, fourteen-
year-old face was plastered with makeup and transformed into what looked
like a porn star's high school freshman yearbook photo. Lashes thick with
mascara, curling around heavily shadowed eyes, face plastered with powder,
lips gleaming with gloss and jumping off of her face for attention.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Brian asked.
"It's just makeup," she scoffed.
"But-so much of it?"
"Whatever! You can't judge me!" Her glare deepened with a pause. "What do
you want, anyway?"
After a moment, Brian looked past the whorish makeup to say, "I just want
you and your friends to shut up! I can't sleep! Just because mom and dad
are gone doesn't mean you can go all Coyote Ugly in the house."
"Whatever! You're only, like, visiting, anyway! You're not the boss of the
house!"
Brian opened his mouth to retort but a voice behind his sister, Beth, cut
him off by asking, "Is something wrong?"
Brian frowned. Beth looked over her shoulder at the other person, until the
door opened more to reveal another girl. She stood several inches taller
than Beth. From seeing a brief glimpse at two other girls inside, he could
see she was taller than any of them, also; she towered tall above them all
like a statuesque model among mortals. Her green eyes glowed with outward
innocuousness that had a hint of mischievousness, looking at Brian with
unusual calmness. Once Brian looked at her eyes and her body, however, he
found his heart leaping with lust-at-first-sight. His anger nearly melted
away in the feverish heat of passion he was starting to feel for this girl.
She was hot! Clearly older than his fifteen-year-old sister, however.
Probably a senior. And, with a body like that, a pretty popular one! If he
weren't already off to college, he would've gone after her. But what was
Beth doing hanging out with a girl like her? She was clearly some sort of
alpha female from other social galaxy.
"Nothing, Kelly," Beth said. "My brother's just being a total loser."
Brian inwardly scoffed at his sister's speech. Why the hell was she talking
like that?
The girl looked at Brian with big eyes, outwardly apologetic but with a
hint of mischief. "I hope we weren't disturbing you?"
Bullshit, Brian thought to himself. All the ruckus in there could've torn
the house down. Did this high school girl really think this innocent, doe-
eyed approach would fool him?
Yet, once Brian opened his mouth, he foolishly said "Oh, no, you girls
weren't bothering me at all." The words had just left his mouth, as
uncontrollable as vomit. Brian gritted his teeth and grabbed his throat, as
if he could choke it within his control again, and shot a "What the
hell?!" glare at Kelly, but she simply stood there, with that sweet, soft
smile of hers.
Before Brian could ask what the hell she had done, Kelly said "I'm glad to
hear that!" She looked momentarily at Beth before looking back at him, and
asked "Would you like to come in and join us? Beth's said so much about
you, so I'd love to get to know you better."
Again, that sugary sweet demeanor that somehow reminded him of a kidnapper
trying to lure a child into a van. Was this girl serious? Brian glanced at
his sister, as if to mentally ask her the same question, but he encountered
a permutation of the same bitter expression, as if daring him to accept her
invitation.
And, when he opened his mouth again, he heard himself delightfully doing
so: "Fer sure!"
Brian frowned once more. It had happened again. He now knew for sure
something had happened, but he also knew that, whatever it was, he could
not escape it. His brain told his legs to run but his seemingly deaf legs
did nothing at all. He could only stare forward as Kelly moved aside and
motioned inside the room like an usher leading him to a seat, smiling
sweetly yet knowingly. And his sister just stood beside her.
As he uncontrollably stepped inside, he immediately wondered: where had all
this new furniture and redecorating come from? The room looked completely
different.
"Oh, this is, like, your first time in my new room, right?" Beth asked
Brian, stepping in front of him. "Kelly and her friends helped me do it!
What do you think?"
Brian stood in the center of the room, looking at the walls, the curtains,
her bed, its sheets, and even the room's entire carpeting. "It's-it's-so
not cool" was all he said.
"Why?" Beth asked with a pout.
He stared blankly at the walls again: bleeding pink and covered with
posters of all sorts of nauseating female pop stars, the zoo-like
collection of stuffed animals everywhere. "It's, like, so-so-so-pink" was
the best he could come up with.
"Well, Brian," Kelly said, sauntering up to him as he stood motionless,
"Beth is, like, growing, y'know. Maybe you should be less of a loser?"
"Yeah!" one of the other two girls chirped, at which Brian then frowned at.
"Beth's told me a bit about you," Kelly said accusingly, making him feel
like he was in an inquisition conducted by a teenage prom queen. "You, like
her parents, don't listen to her, talk to her, or buy her pretty clothes."
Brian fumed inside with rage, yet could say nothing.
"I think he needs a makeover!" the other of the two side girls shouted.
Beth's eyes lit with surprise. Brian caught it and held onto it like a
twinkling star in a dark chasm, hoping his little sister would feel some
family responsibility to save him somehow, but this light of hope quickly
expired when she asked with happy curiosity, "You can change him, too? Like
you did everything else?"
"Of course I can," Kelly said. "Your parents won't notice it, either. Like
I did with this room."
Brian's eyes darted around the room in panic, from the two side girls, to
the bright pink colors of the room, and to Kelly and his little sister.
With great effort, he forced his mouth open and said, "What are you guys
talking about?"
They all looked at him with devilish grins, like a herd of Cheshire cats,
as if collectively hiding an unpleasant surprise from him; he could only
look back at them like a scared mouse.
"You'll see for yourself!" Kelly said and clapped her hands thrice.
Then Brian felt his body stiffen suddenly, as if her claps were claps of
thunder and lightning struck him. His sweats suddenly felt suffocating, his
skinny legs sweating like chicken legs baking in an oven, incubating
curves, hip bones buzzing with life. His penis sprung with pleasure,
creating a conspicuous, embarrassing dent in the front of his sweats. He
would have shielded his raging erection from the eyes of the watchful
witches, yet the same, electric shock had shaken his arms, rendering them
as frozen as his legs. He could only twist his neck as he threw his head
back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder, looking down in horror at his
paralyzed body.
"The hell?!" he screamed, his head feeling like a floating balloon
connected to an anchor.
"He's so confused!" one of Kelly's lackeys squealed.
"And hard!" the other one giggled, pointing at his crotch.
"Nice to know you're so excited for your makeover, Brianna!" Kelly said.
The left lackey clasped her hands together."Where should we start?
Kelly squinted her eyes at Brian, glancing up and down his frozen frame. "I
think we should start with that ugly tee."
At that, she snapped her fingers. And, like a pet obeying a signal, his
shirt started to shrink, as if going through a dryer. His sleeves rolled up
from above his elbows, tightening around the tops of his thinning biceps,
and going even further. All the while his neckline declined, lowering down
his flat chest, meeting his thinned sleeves at the tops of his deltoids,
forming thin straps, leaving his soft, rounded shoulders and his girlishly
slender arms bare. His shirt now looked more like a white camisole. Its
cotton texture softened to shiny, stretchy velvet and its color darkened to
a jet black as ruffles wrinkled and rippled its surface.
Brian gawked at the glossy camisole clinging snugly to his slender upper
body.
"So, Beth," Kelly said, arms cross, keeping a keen eye on Brian, "tell us
about your big sister, Brianna!"
"Oh, Brianna?" Beth said sneeringly, gazing into the bulging, bewildered
eyes of her soon-to-be former brother, mouth gaping but silent. "Brianna's
a bad girl. A very bad girl. A bad, rebellious, brainless girl always
getting into trouble, while I have to clean it up."
Brian's eyes darted back and forth between Kelly and Beth as his panic
rose. The heat and tingling flared up within his legs and hips, legs still
baking; inside his sauna-like sweats he could feel his bum ballooning like
buns in an oven, rising from behind him in a bulbous bubble, his cheeks
slowly swallowing his brief's seat beneath his increasingly snug sweats,
hips spreading and swelling as his thighs thickened and his calves curved.
In the heat he could feel his penis wither like a flower in the winter,
and, like a flower in reverse, it rescinded to its seed, his testes
climbing inside his body to join the triangulation deep inside his scrotum.
The with the leftover hole morphed into a sensitive slit that left his snug
cotton completely rounded.
"Someone's growing a booty!" one of the girls laughed. This caused Brian to
throw his head over his shoulder and look down his back to behold the grey
globe of soft, corpulent cotton his butt had blown into, and still
ballooning as the cotton darkened to black and softened and thinned to
spandex. The black leggings he now wore cleaved to his voluptuous lower
half, gripping his thick, lengthened legs and hugging his butt, even
cleaving to his crack.
"Yeah," Beth sneered, "she's prolly gonna go shake it at some club or
something, like she always does."
"Club?!" Brian scoffed, his fingers brushing a short fringe away from his
eyes. "What're you, like, talking about Beth? I so don't go to clubs.
They're, like-really lame!" He frowned. He wanted to ask where the girly
lilt in his voice had come from, and why the word "like" left his mouth
every few words. Yet, he could only say "Beth, please-eeeeek!" before the
heels of his slippers suddenly shot up, seemingly shooting a bolt of
lightning up his legs and up to his butt, causing him to lurch and bend
forward and jut his butt behind him as it burst and bulged outward one last
time with a juicy bootyliciousness, legs lengthened, hips exploding out
from a small, curved in waist. He shut his eyes with his ass thrust out,
strobe lights and glow sticks lighting up the darkness in his mind, tummy
warm with vodka, his heart and hips pumping to the beat, ass wagging behind
him as his hair flailed everywhere. Flashes of a teenage dream in skin-
tight jeans, swinging hips hypnotizing boys into her web.
"Oh-my-Gawd." one of the side girls said. "Kelly, look at her butt! It is
so-huge!"
"Totally! I didn't see all that junk Brianna was packing on the way in."
"No!" Brian cried, his pretty face blushing as his pulled his camisole down
to his thighs conceal his incredible butt. While it hid his butt in his
leggings, the camisole now further cleaved to his hourglass curves like a
ruffled, skin-tight minidress, and the black, bulbous bubble bulging behind
it still left no doubt that his butt was indeed huge. At the bottom of his
black spandexed legs he saw his bare feet arched down in black high-heeled
pumps.
"Oh yeah," Beth said. "Brianna's always gotten by off her looks. Mostly her
ass and tits. She would've flunked outta school if not for that!"
"No! I'm-I'm a straight A student!" Brian insisted in his increasingly
ditzy voice, blinking and shaking his head in pain as his scalp throbbed.
"Pu-leaze, Bree. We all know I've always been the smart sister. Your
average letter grade is the same as your cup size: straight D's."
Exactly on the letter D, as if activated as a cosmic cue, his nipples
instantly hardened and swelled in his camisole, his pecs pulsing with a
pleasurable pain as they slowly rose like dough. He gasped and his soft
hands flew from his wide hips and slapped the growing protrusions on his
chest. He felt his hair tickle his cheeks and his forehead as he gawked
down at his growing breasts, pinkening and plumping lips agape at the
billowing breast flesh overflowing in his pretty palms. "N-No! Please, no
D's! Beth, I'm your brother, Bri-"
Suddenly a long, marvelous mane of brunette hair exploded from his head
like a bomb, rising high in the sky, enshrouding his face completely, eyes
closed yet again as the silky brown tresses caressed his cheeks, slinking
between his pink, pouty lips, his earlobes. His hands immediately abandoned
his blossoming bust and grabbed his head as it thrashed through his hair
like water in a pool or fog, having hazy visions of bright lights flashing
on his pretty face as his hair fell from the air, down his shoulders, the
nape of his slender neck, hanging down to a little bit above his big butt.
And his face reemerged from the brown silky cloud of hair made-up, shadowed
eyes closed and glossy lips agape in awe.
Brian's eyes suddenly popped open, as if awakening from a nightmare. A
glance down at the full-grown, heavy breasts hanging on his chest hit him
with reality, however. Their demand for room had pushed the neckline of his
camisole down, creating an eye-catching amount of cleavage framed by
hanging strands of his hair. It nearly made him faint.
"Look at that rack!" Kelly screamed. "I can't believe your big sister's so
stacked!"
"No wonder she got by in school so easily," one of the side girls side.
Brianna's pretty face gazed at Kelly in a silent, murderous fright and
confusion.
Beth chuckled and suddenly screamed: "You had your stupid music too loud,
Bree!"
Brianna could only look around at the three of them, feeling that familiar
disorientation as when she had entered seemingly an eternity ago. Again,
she wanted to dispel these ridiculous assertions. She had originally come
here to-
"Um-I'm-like-sorry?" were her first words, voice high, soft, and as sweet
as it was senseless.
The girls just laughed.
"Whatever, Bree," Beth said, "Have fun at the club."
Brianna stared yet again, dumbfounded yet still dazzling in her outfit and
makeup, before she decided to spare the girls more silent deliberation and
sauntered to the door, hips wiggling in her leggings and under her
camisole, hair waving, a medley of wild girly pop playing in the back of
her mind that she was sure to lose sleep over.
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