Revealing clothes

Under his mother's instructions, Martin put on a fishnet body suit, a black t shirt with a plunging v neck to reveal his new cleavage and two skeleton hands gripping his small breasts, and a pair of black denim shorts that ended flush with the hem of his panties.

His mother sat him down, brushing out his hair. "I always thought it would be easier to raise two daughters, you know. I suppose it isn't too late to start, is it, Martha?"

Martin cringed. "No, Mommy."

His mother braided his long hair and put his hair back with a headband. "Try these on. You're going to be learning to walk in proper heels eventually, but these will do for now."

Martin put on the black boots with six inch wedges, looking at himself in the bedroom mirror. He looked like the kind of girl him and his coworkers would make lewd jokes about in the break room.

"This is your purse." Martin's mother handed him a black purse. He opened it to peek inside. There was a compact mirror and makeup, a handful of tampons, his wallet and keys, a packet of tissues and, somehow even more humiliating than everything else, a vibrator. His keys were different too - he had a keyfob with his name, which his mother had replaced with one reading "Martha." There was also a gym membership card.

"Let's go." His mother grabbed his hand.