A trip to the mall

You follow your sister to the car, feeling every step in that skirt make you blush. You slide into the passenger seat, trying not to think about how the skirt rides up as you sit down. Your sister starts the car, and you head to the mall.

On the way, she continues to taunt you, telling you how you look and how everyone will be staring at you. You try to ignore her, but her words still sting. When you arrive, she parks and gets out of the car, expecting you to follow.

You step out of the car, feeling the breeze play with your skirt. You try to hold it down with your hands, but your sister immediately stops you. "Don’t hold it down; you don’t want to look like a guy, do you?" Her voice is mocking. You drop your hands, feeling your face burn with shame.

At the mall, your sister leads you straight to a women’s clothing store. She picks out several new outfits for you, each one more revealing than the last. You obediently follow her, feeling your pride die a little more with each new piece of clothing she forces you to try on.

She selects several dresses for you, each one designed to accentuate your new figure. One is a short red dress with a deep neckline that makes you feel like a prostitute. Another is a pink ruffled dress that looks like it belongs on a teenage girl. You try them on, feeling your body become more feminine with each new outfit.

After you’ve tried everything she picked out, she forces you to buy it all. You obediently follow her to the checkout, feeling your pride crumble with each new item she makes you purchase.

After you’re done with the clothes, your sister leads you to a sex shop. Your heart starts racing as you realize where she’s taking you. You try to resist, but she just grabs your arm and drags you inside.

Inside, she picks out a few "gifts" for you. The first is a metal chastity cage, which she says is "perfect for a good girl." She makes you put it on right there in the store, and you feel your face burn with shame as she locks it in place.

Next, she picks out a few butt plugs and dildos, each one more humiliating than the last. She makes you hold them while she pays, and you feel your pride die a little more with each new item she adds to the basket.

As you leave the store, she looks at you with a satisfied smile. "Now you really look like a good girl," she says, holding the key to the cage in her hand. "And don’t think you can take it off without my permission."

You obediently follow her back to the car, feeling your life become more of a nightmare with each passing moment. You know this is just the beginning, and that your sister won’t stop until she’s turned you into her perfect little toy.