Follow her immediately and silently, the hypnosis and the new label still thick in your mind, ready to see what “Mom’s ready” actually means.

You follow her immediately and silently.

The hypnosis and the new label sit thick in your mind. Sissies. Little beta penis means full sub. Obey the women. Follow. Your dad falls into step behind you without a word. The two of you walk downstairs in quiet single file.

At the bottom of the stairs, just before the living-room doorway, your sister stops and turns around.

“Hold up, sissies. Strip. Everything off. Mom wants to inspect her boys before you come in.”

Her tone leaves no room for discussion. The rule already looping in your head—obey women—makes the order feel automatic. You pull your shirt over your head, push your pants and boxers down, and step out of them. Your soft little cock and balls are fully exposed under the hallway light. Beside you, your dad does the same, stripping in silence until he is equally naked. His cock, still larger than yours but clearly soft, hangs in plain view.

Your sister gives both of you a quick once-over, eyes lingering on the two exposed packages with open amusement.

“Good enough. Hands at your sides. No covering. Now follow me.”

She steps into the living room. The two of you obey, walking in completely naked.

Your mom is on the couch.

Whatever video your sister played for her has rewritten her completely. Her usual practical clothes are gone. She’s wearing a tight, low-cut top that pushes her breasts up and together, a short skirt that rides high on her thighs, and a glossy black choker with a small spade charm resting in the hollow of her throat. Her makeup is heavier—lips shiny and plump, eyes lined, a vacant, happy softness in her expression that wasn’t there an hour ago. She looks like a walking Queen of Spades fantasy.

The moment she sees the two of you standing naked in front of her—soft cocks on full display, postures already smaller from the trance—she bursts into high-pitched, breathy giggles.

“Ohhh my gosh,” she coos, voice higher and gigglier than you’ve ever heard it. “Look at my two little sissy boys. You’re both so cuuute like this. Come closer, let Mommy inspect.”

She waves you forward with manicured fingers, still giggling. The spade charm on her choker catches the light. Your sister stands off to the side, arms crossed, clearly proud of the results.

Your mom’s eyes drop straight to your soft little cock, then to your dad’s, and her giggles turn into helpless, delighted laughter.

“Aww, they’re both so soft and tiny. My beta boys. My little sissy husband and sissy son. You’re both so small and obedient for me now.” She presses her thighs together and lets out another peal of giggles. “I can’t stop laughing. Look at those little things just hanging there. You’re both going to look so precious when we get you properly dressed later.”

The Queen of Spades version of your mom is still laughing, eyes bright and empty, waiting for the two naked sissies to come closer so she can finish her inspection.