"If you've got it.... you've got to flaunt it." She tells you, as your clothes change. The last vestige of futile masculinity are ripped away. Your overstuffed T-shirt was familiar from your youth. Even if it never quite fit like that! But, now you were wearing a shimmering silky material that clung to your flesh.
It was thin, and icy cold to wear. It clung to your body, emphasizing curves that really, really didn't need any more attention.
"Mom!" you whine. Instantly stopping, as you hear your new voice. So sultry and seductive, even with that one word.
- - - - -
"You can go... but, you'll go as her." She tells you, crossing her arms resolutely.
Daring you to attempt the same, the girls already pulling at your shoulders. The relentless weight sure to be a pain with any significant duration. Behind you, you're trailing an equally succulent ass. Too full, and firm to be anything other than a punishment, to attract the lewdest, loudest, examples of masculinity.
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