Leave Caitlyn Hanging

While contemplating your next move, Caitlyn continues to struggle in front of you, whimpering and pleading for your help as she tries, and fails, to escape her shirt prison. You enjoy watching her, especially her exposed chest as every movement seems to make her breasts jiggle in the most enticing way. But, just as you decide she's had enough and it's time to leave, she does something that gives you one last idea.

In her struggle, she somehow manages to turn away from you, exposing her backside once more, with her panties still slightly wedgied between her cheeks. A wicked smile crosses your face as you decide on one last activity to perform with your sister; one which, as you approach, you think might be more fun if your sister were more a Y-front, tighty whitie girl.

As you think that, you watch as her panties slowly morph. The black lightening to grey, then to a pure white, as the fabric seems to thicken, from something lacy to cotton in nature. The change gives you pause for a moment, wondering if your sister noticed the change before you remember she's a little busy right now.

Deciding there'll be time later to figure out what happened, you carry on with your plan, grabbing the now thick waistband of your sister's underwear. You feel her stiffen up, her light thrashing stopping as she feels your cold fingers graze her lower back. You can almost hear her mind whirring as she turns to speak, although whether to plead or ask you never discover as your hands launch up, taking her undies with them.

Caitlyn exclaims, a noise somewhere between a shriek and a moan as her feet leave the tiled floor of the kitchen. You enjoy the moment, looking down as her ass devours the white fabric of her now less-than-tighty whities. You enjoy the moment, watching your sister squirm and kick her feet, before dragging her out into the hall towards the front door. There, right inside, are the stairs leading up to your rooms, the hand rail up bookended by to balusters. The one by the front door is a good foot and a half off the floor, perfect for your purposes.

Dragging Caitlyn over with little difficulty, you hoist her up with surprising ease, hooking her undies over the top of the baluster and securing them in place. Certain in it's security, you step back to admire your handiwork, Caitlyn now dangling off the ground, her joggers still around her ankles as she whines and moves her feet, trying to find some purchase. "P-please, John, let me down. Don't just leave me here." Your sister pleads with you, although you can sense some other emotion under her words.

Ignoring her plea, you chuckle. "Sorry sis, but duty calls, and I don't want you to feel left out. But don't worry, I'll be back to let you down....in a few hours." With an evil cackle, you stroll out the door, ignoring Caitlyn's protests to stop playing around as you step into this new yet familiar world. "Now, where to go first?"