sister and bra

I followed Teia into her room, and as I entered, I recognized that familiar mischievous smile on her monstrous face—the first familiar thing I'd seen all day.

"Are you trying to humiliate me again or something?" I asked suspiciously, meowing.

"Relax, I've always wanted a little sister," Teia smiled, her fangs gleaming.

"Did you torment me because I was a guy?" I almost cried.

"I envied you, brother—or should I say, sister now. You didn't face the same pressures I did. You can't imagine the expectations on me. I was just a girl who wasn't supposed to amount to anything, but I decided to push through. I took control of my popularity and how people treated me. I couldn't do it any other way, and I couldn't let you be a threat to me in school or anywhere else."

"Meow, you still have a nasty personality," I replied, unfazed by her confession. "You step on people to be the queen because you're afraid to be ordinary."

"Here, try these," she said, handing me a pair of small women's panties, changing the subject. "They should fit, and there's a great matching bra."

I held the panties in my hands, feeling humiliated. I understood that I was a girl now, but I hadn't fully accepted it yet. And now I was holding my sister's panties, which I apparently had to try on.

I stood in Teia's room, holding the small women's panties, feeling completely lost. These weren't just panties; they were a symbol of how my life had changed forever. I slowly lifted them in front of me, examining the lace patterns and soft fabric. My hands trembled, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or the unfamiliar sensation.

Teia watched me with a mischievous smile, but there was something else in her eyes—sympathy and understanding. She knew this wasn't easy for me but couldn't resist teasing me a bit.

"Come on, sis, don't be scared. They won't bite," she said, approaching me. "Let me help you."

I looked at her with distrust but realized I couldn't do this without her help. I slowly pulled down my boxers, feeling my tail getting in the way under my feet. Teia took the panties from my hands and knelt in front of me.

"Lift your leg," she commanded, and I obediently lifted one paw. She slipped the panties onto one leg, then the other, and slowly pulled them up. I felt the soft fabric embrace my thighs, and the sensation was both strange and pleasant. And then I started to notice a scent—strong, musky, like salty jam and something else.

"There you go," Teia said, standing up and looking at me with satisfaction. "Now the bra."

She handed me the bra, and I looked at it with the same bewilderment as the panties. Teia helped me put it on and fasten it in the back. I felt the cups embrace my breasts, and the sensation brought a strange feeling of satisfaction and unfamiliarity.

"How does it feel? Comfortable?" Teia asked, looking at me with a smile.

"Yes, thank you," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. "It's... strange but nice."

Teia laughed, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You have a very beautiful body, Tyler," Teia said, smiling and appraisingly. "Let's not hide it too much." With these words, she handed me a pair of skinny jeans and a revealing red crop top. I managed the top without any issues, but looking at the jeans, I thought about my tail.

"Teia, do you have any scissors?" I asked. Teia made a confused face, and I held up my tail to show her.

"Oh, right. I'm just standing here thinking about what to do with my wings," Teia smirked.

Together, we cut a rough vertical hole, and even so, putting on these tight jeans was quite a task. My butt was fuller than Teia's, and my tail made it hard to pull them over my new rear, but the result was stunning.

"You look amazing, sis," Teia concluded.

"Yeah, just one simple question," I thought aloud, looking in the mirror. "If I need to pee, I'll have to go through the whole circus of pulling these pants down again."

"We'll figure something out, or you can just wear a skirt," Teia suggested. "Anyway, go check on Mom. I'll find something to wear too."

I left Teia alone and went to check on the newly transformed harpy downstairs. Mom was sitting in the kitchen, acting strangely, twitching. And there was that enticing scent again, almost the same as in Teia's room, but slightly different, with a different undertone, yet still incredibly delicious. The closer I got to Mom, the stronger the scent became. Suddenly, it all clicked. Mom saw me and quickly placed her hands on the table, as if I had caught her doing something. One of her hands glistened with moisture, and her bird-like eyes were wide with feigned innocence, as if she had been sitting like that the whole time.

"Tyler, you look amazing, as if you were born this way," Tracy said with a smile, trying to distract me.

"You'd be surprised if you had given birth to a kitten," I smirked, continuing to approach the source of the delicious aroma. "Mom, I think I've developed a superpower."

"What kind of power? Moving objects or reading minds?" she guessed.

"I can smell things very keenly," I smirked. "For example, the scent of sex—it's very pleasant and attractive to me. So, go to your room, change, and finish what you started, Mom."

She wanted to say something but wisely remained silent, quietly standing up and leaving, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward. Although, I thought as she brushed past me with her wing, it's not even clear what could be more awkward than this.