Family Reunion

Nicole watched with glee as her brother nervously poked his head into the room, watched as the recognition grew in his eyes,

“Jon,” she beckoned to him, “it’s just me. Come here.”

It wasn’t a lie, nor was it entirely the truth. Nicole was still Jon’s sister, but she was also so much more. The fusion of her soul with that of the Feminizing Spirit had changed everything. Gone was the young college student who hoped to one day become a stay-at-home mom. In her skin was a woman driven by righteous conviction, a holy crusade to right the world, to fix every man who had been led astray by their gender.

Her brother Jon, the first person Nicole’s renewed calling had impacted, was no longer the young man she had grown up with. He was, in fact, nothing like him. Before her stood a transformed man, a new version of masculinity. The proper version of masculinity. Her version of masculinity.

He stepped into the room. Jon was truly transformed. Memories of him as a child, blue jeans, t-shirts, muddy face, skinned knees. The image was incongruent what what she saw before her, but no regret, no guilt found a foothold in her mind. No, there was only room for pride. Girl World was the chrysalis, and Jon had emerged much more than what he had been upon entering. Gone were the antiquated notions of a strong male figure, a leader, an embodiment of physical strength. No more would this man, her brother, carry with him the legacy of **** and control that men had for so long worn like a badge on their flat chests. Jon was free to be what he was meant to be.

What all men were meant to be.

"Nicole?" Jon's all-too male voice asked, grating on Nicole's ear. She flicked her fingers, sending out a powerful but thin tendril of magic, "What are you doing home?" he continued in a sweet, soprano tone, oblivious to the change.

He approached her, moving slowly, his hips rolling as he placed one high-heeled foot in front of the other, his breasts barely contained in the lacy blue bra.

“Can’t a woman come home because she misses her baby brother?” Nicole pulled Jon into an embrace. The affection she felt for him was genuine. Nothing had changed about the familial love her heart held for the young man. By all measures it had done nothing but grown. Her hands felt Jon’s warm, smooth, hairless back as she held him, his large breasts pressing into the much smaller ones on her own chest, and she knew that she would always care deeply for her brother.

“But what about you?” She broke the hug placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him at arms-length, “You look fantastic! Why are you spending the day inside dressed so sexily?”

She watched as colour filled Jon’s cheeks at the compliment.

“Oh stop,” he giggled, “a boy hanging out around the house in his underwear isn’t sexy. I’m just having a lazy day. I was playing some kind of VR game before and I think I lost track of time.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled Nicole away from her before. In the hallway behind Jon stood a vision. Anyone else would have thought it was a beautiful, barely clothed woman wearing nothing but a collar, an apron, and heels, something out of a porn video. But Nicole knew better.

“Kelli,” she said with a smile, “I’m glad you could join us. Come in, I want you to meet Jon.”