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The days started to drift on, Aaron had started to get better sleep, he still wouldn’t call it comfortable. Every time he climbed into bed, looking at his smooth legs with those heels on, he couldn't help thinking about how there was only ever one reason a girl would wear shoes like this to bed and that often led to thoughts of Dalila wearing them to bed. It was a sexy thought, but an uncomfortable one now that he was wearing the tuck kit, the tape-like material holding his balls up inside his body while his dick was bent back and hidden, making the front of the panties he wore smooth like any girls. The new item in the mix was the stupid bras his sister got for him, her being oh so helpful with helping him adjust it. The magic bra, the magic being that it promised to increase a girls cup size by two with how it pushed things up a padding. The contraption seemed to work, pulling this body fat and pecs up enough that it made him look like he was endowed, not greatly, but a boy should not look like he had tits and every night when he went to bed he had panties on with no sign of his dick and wearing a bra that made him look like he had tits. Aaron couldn’t wait for this month to be over.

This morning he had been sitting on the floor with his little sister playing the children's game about a group that made a company to solve ghost mysteries. It had a few characters, a tall blonde man that was the leader and had an ability called “I have a plan!” Where he could **** the monster or ghost they were after to appear. Then you had a tall brown haired man with a look as if he had slept in his clothes for a week, he didn’t have an activated ability, but just a higher chance to find items or run into the monster they were looking for. The character that Dotty loved was a large brown dog with a few black spots and blue collar. She found it amusing that the dog could talk. She would say things like “He smells it!” or “Smelt it delt it!” When using the dogs scent ability to find clues or food that gave more health to the characters. They also had two female characters in the game, which was loosely based off a tv show that kept getting rebooted over the years. The first was a short brunette girl with thick glasses, her ability was to be able to actually look for clues with her magnifying glass. The last was a tall redhead in a purple dress who didn’t have any abilities of her own, but could for a short time have one of the other characters appear to help and use their abilities, to basically borrow their power. It wasn’t as strong but it gave versatility and Aaron always chose her, much to Dot’s delight. It was a fun enough game for Aaron, but his little sister loved it.

Aaron wasn’t able to enjoy the game as much as he would have, as he was more worried about someone noticing the panties he was wearing under his sweat pants and a bra that made his chest look all too feminine under his hoodie. Baggy clothing was important not to get caught, much like locking his bedroom door was for when he was wearing the heels that his stepmom so far hadn’t noticed were missing and much more so when Eve had him practicing with the dildo like she had done the night before just after he had went to bed, she had sent him a text commanding him to get to work on his oral skills. He couldn’t help thinking how his sister was turning him into a sissy, but he could at least count down the days till it was over… at least he hoped it would be, she said this would be done at the same time his punishment was done.

His thoughts were interrupted when a knock came to his open bedroom door, standing there was Dalila wearing a half length dress of browns and oranges along with what she called her fall boots. The very sight of her as she stepped just into his room made his eyes dart over to his closet, the door firmly closed. His thoughts fretted about the possible scenario of her opening his closet and picking up the towel he had over the shoe box that contained her shoes.

Dalila had stood in the doorway for close to five minutes as she watched her little one play the video game with Aaron. Without thinking about it she bit the tip of her nail on her index finger as a sense of pride welled up in her. Since that day in the living room Aaron had changed, he wasn’t overly friendly with her overnight, but he was at least respectful. The most important thing was how he was treating his little sister, the two of them spent time together every day. Him reading her stories, playing together. She had even caught them in Dotty’s room once with her little one using her toy makeup kit on him. The teen looked embarrassed enough that he could die, but she hoped one day that would be a memory both of them could cherish. Moving just into the bedroom she knocked on the door, having indulged herself enough. “I love seeing the two of you having fun, but sadly that has to come to an end for now. Come on Dotty, it is time for your playdate with your friends at the park.”

Putting down her controller Dorothy paused the game, giving a toothy smile to her mom. Two of her friends had birthdays the day after one another and had decided to celebrate together at the park. “Okay.” She said happily to her mother before looking at her brother. “Do you want to come?”

“Not this time, squirt.” Aaron said, giving the seven year old some playful pats on the head. “Next month the fair is coming to town, how about we make a deal. If you don’t cause any trouble for your Mom today then I will take you and one friend there when they come to town?” Every year for as long as he could imagine he went to the fair when it came to town. He didn’t feel the need to go on any rides anymore or necessarily do anything, just be there. Be in the place that had so many memories, like running face first into a clear wall in the fun house when trying to run back to his mom or the year they had a haunted house, that is laughable for how scary it was, but to a boy the same age as Dot was now, it was enough that he clung to his mothers skirts. The smells, the sounds all transported him back to a happier time. If he was going to go anyways, why not use it to earn some bonus points with the family.

“For realz!” Dorothy said her mind thinking over her classmates and friends for who she would want to bring.

Nodding his head, Aaron took hold of his younger siblings shoulders and turned her to face the blonde in the doorway. “For real, realz. So long as you are good for your Mom.” Looking up from the girl he saw his stepmom mouth the words thank you, followed by love you. Triggering him to automatically respond in the same. Eve had been telling him that she loved him, loved her little sister both in the house and over text in an attempt to get him to miss it just once so she could have an excuse to buy that other thing and he wasn’t going to let that happen if he had a say in it. “Love you too.”

Waiting for them to leave the house he reached over to turn off the tv in his room and the game console, not daring to actually get up and give either of them a chance to see him not hunched over, something he had been doing since he had to wear the pushup magic bra. With them gone he had one more task to do before he could initiate plan: Get **** Material on Evelyn Bright. Clapping his hands together he stood up and pulled off his hoodie and sweatpants, the house really was too hot for them. Tossing them on the floor in front of his bed he did his best to not take note of how he looked in his… underwear. His body was smooth, nothing under his armpits or even on his junk, something he was thankful for after he started to have to wear the tuck kit, having hair down there would not have been a pleasant thing. Still, his skin was looking healthier than ever thanks to the creams he had been using and thanks to the aforementioned tuck kit his panties looked… well his overall appearance he was sure could make it so he could walk through the girls locker room, even with his short hair.

Today his pops was taking his car to the dealership to get it looked at, Eve was hanging out with friends and now the last two remaining Brights were out of the house, leaving him alone. Sure he needed to take care of the task Eve left him, her being well aware he would be alone and insisting on a selfie. So pulled one of his tank top undershirts on a pair of his running shorts before going to his closet to pull out the shoes he had been wearing for way too long. The tanktop shirt didn’t do much to hide the illusion of his feminine assets, but he needed that for the photo. Not daring to go against his controlling sister, not until he had something on her at least. The last time he had talked back he ended up having to suck on a dick, a fake one, but still it literally haunted his dreams. He had woken up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where the thing was suction cupped to a wall in any room he entered, the lifeless object asking if it was blow job o’ clock. He had run from room to room, trying to hide in his fathers room, though in the dream it wasn’t the room in their current house. It was the bedroom that belonged to his dad and real mom. No one was in the room so he slammed the door shut and right there at crotch level was the dildo there on the back of the door telling him if it wasn’t blow job time then maybe they could do the what what it the butt butt. It had been horrifying enough to wake him up and show he had rolled around so much in his sleep that all of his blankets were gathered up at the foot of the bed, exposing himself to the world or would have if anyone had checked in on him.

Slipping the heels on Aaron picked up his phone and set it on the dresser with a timer set to take a series of photos. Walking back to his bed he touched the little nameplate necklace as he turned back around to face his phone, moving one hand up and behind his head to strike a pose. Capturing himself looking like this was just adding more ammo to what his sister had, but that was the thing about ****, so long as someone had it and you weren’t willing to face up to what they had, then you needed to do as you were told.

When the selfie train of photos had been sent off the feminized teen tossed his cell phone on his bed. He was sure his sister would send a follow up request, like take another photo winking at the camera or blowing a kiss, but he didn’t have all the time in the world and needed to focus on the task at hand. So venturing out of his room he heard the click clack, click clack of his steps in the hallway as he made his way to Eve’s room. A place he had spent a lot more time recently, her wanting to have girl talk, gossiping, making him tell her what boys he had a crush on and other such nonsense. Entering her room he went right to her vanity and opened the drawer, his target clearly in site a pink book with pictures of lavender flowers across it. Sitting down he crossed his legs, one leg over the other like he had practiced hundreds of times, some of them on video, as he opened the book.

Aaron’s eyes skimmed across the pages, looking for something, anything she had admitted to in the privacy of her little diary. ‘There has to be something in here, she isn’t close to being a saint.’

Page after page went by, some of them Aaron stopped skimming and fully read, some juicy details, not something **** worthy, but interesting enough to read. He wasn’t sure how long he had sat there, his heeled foot bouncing when he thought he had found something. His not so innocent sister had gotten drunk on a camping trip with her friends, that by itself wasn’t that big of a deal, their dad let them have some wine or beer at home if they really wanted, saying it was better they did it at home where they could have help if needed then do it behind his back. Aaron had found he liked some wine, but did not like beer at all, it tasted awful. Not that he or his sister ever drank enough to get drunk at home. Heaven forbid that happened as it was if he even reached for a wine bottle at dinner Dalila gave him the stink eye. No the real meat of what he was reading was that she had also done mushrooms. Aaron didn’t know if this would be enough for her to call it even, but it was a start. ‘Push on a little more and then go grab my phone to have some proof of my own.’

It was when Aaron was looking for more misdeeds when things took a drastic change. Aaron was still sitting on the small bench seat by the vanity, his back straight, his sister threatening extra dildo time if he couldn’t maintain a feminine posture, had sold his slouching problem or did so when he wasn’t consciously making an effort to do so. That was how Gerald Bright found his son, sitting there crossed leg bouncing his heeled feet. He sees for the first time Aaron's smooth shaved legs, his eyes going wide at the very feminine assets on his son's chest. “Aaron?” Gerald asked, confused.

“Dad!?” Aaron said in shock, the book tumbling from his grasp to the floor, sliding under the bed. Not so proficient he could jump to his feet, Aaron stood the way his sister taught him in order to keep his balance without much thought. Standing at six foot one with the heels, Aaron looked down at his five foot nine father for the first time. “Pops… I can explain.” He wanted to explain, but wasn’t sure where to start, what he could say and what he couldn’t without Evelyn following through with her threats, but right now he wasn’t sure he cared. His hesitation though left a void between him and his father, the silence between them making it clear or at least seemingly clear that Aaron could in fact, not explain.

Wringing his hands together Gerald felt flabbergasted, his mind wasn’t jumping to conclusions it felt like it just stalled. “I umm, I finished up early and was coming to see if you wanted to hit up a minor league game tonight and when I umm…” Geralt furrowed his brow, his eyes locked on the tits on his son for a few seconds before forcibly lowering them to the ground. He did a mental check that he wasn’t perving on his child, he just didn’t understand what was going on. “You weren’t in your room and I thought I saw your sister in here but ahhh, you…”

“Dad…” Was all Aaron could find to say, the way his father looked just didn’t fit with the image of the man he had in his head. Sure he was mad at him, not as mad as he was at the beginning of the month, but he still looked up to the man… except at this moment in time where he was looking down. The strong willed man that kept calm under pressure looked like he had seen a ghost and was ready to run away.

“Son…” Gerald said the word not knowing if he should be using the word daughter. “I need you to know that I love you, that is unconditional. You do not need to hide who you are but… I need some time to process this. If you could please go to your room, I will come and talk to you soon.” The forty year old man took a few steps back, unable to believe what he was seeing, his son’s legs looked so long. ‘He shouldn’t have legs that look like that… or breasts. Oh boy.’

“Okay, I ahh, I ahh, I will go change.”

Holding one hand up even as he retreated, Gerald took it slightly before pointing at his child. “No, you, you leave that on. I will be in to talk to you ahh soon.’ He didn’t want his son to look like that, it felt wrong for his son to look like a girl. Still he loved Aaron… it was at that moment his mind made him aware of the necklace that he had seen but hadn’t processed. ‘Erin?’

Watching his father back away from him made Aaron’s stomach feel like it dropped, that kind of feeling you get when you swing too high on a swing set or are on a rollercoaster. Feeling a new low, Aaron made his way back into his bedroom, his previous task forgotten and the sound of the heels on the hardwood floor just drilling home how he looked and how his pops had looked at him. Closing his bedroom door behind him, Aaron sat down on his bed, putting his face into his hands. ‘He didn’t want me to change… does he want to punish me for how I look? Dad look… god he looked disappointed, I let him down by dressing as a girl. I don’t think I have ever seen him look at me that way.’

A few whimpers escaped the dirty blonde haired teen’s mouth as he took in one deep breath after another. He wasn’t crying, he sure felt like it but he couldn’t let his old man think he was some sissy. ‘He already does.’ A dark part of his mind whispered. Taking in one final deep breath Aaron closed his eyes tight before dropped his hands and letting the breath out. “This is all her fault!” he said to himself before grabbing his phone. There hadn’t been any missed commands, leaving him staring at their message history. It would have been an easy fix if he could just show this to his dad so he would see she was making him, but in his paranoia he had deleted every message and picture, even the ones he had sent, not wanting extra proof of any of this. Touching his fingers to his phone he started to send a text to her.

Aaron: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!
Eve: Before I confess my sins, what are we talking about?
Eve: Turn down the caps
Aaron: DAD! HE SAW ME!
Eve: Oof, did he see you with your toy?
Aaron: No he saw me in your room
Eve: No caps that is a start
Eve: What were you doing in my room?

It was at that moment that Aaron knew he had fucked up, his rage wasn’t gone, but some of the wind in his sails had faded. He had found some proof of wrongdoing in her diary, but he had left it in her room and would have to find that exact page again and he wasn’t sure that one entry would be enough, he needed to have it in hand before bringing it up.

Aaron: Practicing, same thing I always do when no one is home.
Eve: Practicing what?
Aaron: Walking, sitting, posture and all that girly stuff
Eve: You shouldn’t have been doing that in my room
Eve: Did Dad say anything?
Aaron: Yeah… that he loved me but he needed to process things
Eve: That sounds good!
Aaron: I didn’t get a chance to tell him what was going on, but the way he looked at me
Aaron: It is bad
Eve: You want my help?
Aaron: What are you going to do!?
Eve: I will talk to him for you, help smooth all this out
Aaron: Why would you do that for me?
Eve: We are family
Eve: And I love my nerdy sibling
Aaron: Thanks… love you too