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PART 1

After a long day of humiliation, Jason finally retreated back to the girly bedroom that was now his own. The giggles and teasing from his stepsisters echoed in his mind, as he eyed himself in the mirror. He was every inch the girl, from his pink heels and fluffy skirt, to the blonde wig that now adorned his head.

He still couldn’t believe how easily his sisters had dominated him, but at least he now had a chance to finally free himself from this feminine prison.

With a sense of urgency, he reached for the heels that had been tormenting him all day, but was met with a horrifying revelation. A small dainty padlock sat atop the strap, refusing to budge at each futile attempt to remove them. They were locked to his feet! Jason felt a growing sense of panic.

Removing the makeup proved no easier, meticulously applied by his stepsisters, it was waterproof and clung stubbornly to his skin. No matter how much he rubbed, it wouldn't come off, leaving him with rosy cheeks and long, dark lashes that accentuated his femininity.

And then there was the wig. The long, girly strands of hair, styled into soft curls. He tugged at it, trying to pry it from his scalp, but it clung tightly, as if it were a part of him. The sensation was both disorienting and horrifying, making him feel as though he had truly transformed into the girl before the mirror.

Next, Jason turned his attention to his clothing. He quickly undid the zipper and let his skirt fall to the floor. At least it was off, he thought, sighing with relief, only to squirm at the sight of his own silky underwear below.

However, when he looked around for something more suitable to wear, he realized with growing embarrassment that there was nothing in the room but more skirts, dresses, and the silky pink nightie the girls had left him.

Reluctantly he slid the nightie up his legs, and laid down on the pink bedspread. The night was filled with restless thoughts as he grappled with the overwhelming embarrassment of his situation. At every toss and turn, the silk held him in its grasp like a second skin, while his new hair tickled delicately at across his makeup clad face.

When morning finally came, he opened his eyes slowly, hoping to wake up in his own room, back to being the confident boy he was supposed to be. However, when he opened his eyes, the reality remained unchanged. He was still in the silky nightie, and surrounded by pastel pinks and girly paraphernalia.

Just as Jason thought it couldn't get any worse, the bedroom door swung open, and his stepsisters, Lily and Emma, entered. Their gym clothes were now paired with two of his old sweatshirts, which they had gleefully stolen from his old closet. The oversized sweatshirts hung loosely on their muscular frames, making them look even more powerful and dominant.

Lily, with a smirk on her face, pointed at Jason and said, "Well, well, well, look at our little Jess, still playing dress-up in her nightie."

Jason blushed furiously, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson that matched the lacy curtains. He tried to protest, to regain his lost dignity, but his voice faltered as he looked up at his imposing stepsisters. They seemed larger and more formidable than ever, towering over him with an air of confidence that he had never seen before.

He had no choice but to accept his new reality, surrounded by pink and pastels, dressed in a nightie, and constantly reminded of his humiliating defeat.

They led him to a closet filled with an array of dresses, but they specifically chose a frilly blue and white dress.

Lily held the dress up to him and said with a smirk, "Blue is for boys, right, Jess?"

Emma added, "So, let's see how adorable you'll look in this one."

They stripped him of the silky nightie and, with a mix of amusement and determination, dressed him in the frilly dress. It had a delicate floral design, with a sleeveless tightened bodice and a soft flowing skirt to accentuate his new, feminine figure.

Lily couldn't help but tease, "You know, Jess, if I didn’t know better, this dress might actually have been made for you. It adds a touch of elegance to your new persona."

Next came a pair of dainty white ankle socks and patent leather Mary Jane shoes to complete his outfit. Jason, now "Jess," could only look on powerless as he fell further under the feminine spell of his dominant stepsisters. He didn’t even have the power to resist anymore, he looked, and now felt like a weak little girl. Without thinking, a pathetic little tear began to trickle down his cheek.

Emma sauntered closer, patting him on the head as if he really were a little girl. "Don't worry, Jess, we'll be sure to get you some new clothes soon. There’s really no need for tears. It will only ruin your makeup.”

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PART 1

After a long day of humiliation, Jason finally retreated back to the girly bedroom that was now his own. The giggles and teasing from his stepsisters echoed in his mind, as he eyed himself in the mirror. He was every inch the girl, from his pink heels and fluffy skirt, to the blonde wig that now adorned his head.

He still couldn’t believe how easily his sisters had dominated him, but at least he now had a chance to finally free himself from this feminine prison.

With a sense of urgency, he reached for the heels that had been tormenting him all day, but was met with a horrifying revelation. A small dainty padlock sat atop the strap, refusing to budge at each futile attempt to remove them. They were locked to his feet! Jason felt a growing sense of panic.

Removing the makeup proved no easier, meticulously applied by his stepsisters, it was waterproof and clung stubbornly to his skin. No matter how much he rubbed, it wouldn't come off, leaving him with rosy cheeks and long, dark lashes that accentuated his femininity.

And then there was the wig. The long, girly strands of hair, styled into soft curls. He tugged at it, trying to pry it from his scalp, but it clung tightly, as if it were a part of him. The sensation was both disorienting and horrifying, making him feel as though he had truly transformed into the girl before the mirror.

Next, Jason turned his attention to his clothing. He quickly undid the zipper and let his skirt fall to the floor. At least it was off, he thought, sighing with relief, only to squirm at the sight of his own silky underwear below.

However, when he looked around for something more suitable to wear, he realized with growing embarrassment that there was nothing in the room but more skirts, dresses, and the silky pink nightie the girls had left him.

Reluctantly he slid the nightie up his legs, and laid down on the pink bedspread. The night was filled with restless thoughts as he grappled with the overwhelming embarrassment of his situation. At every toss and turn, the silk held him in its grasp like a second skin, while his new hair tickled delicately at across his makeup clad face.

When morning finally came, he opened his eyes slowly, hoping to wake up in his own room, back to being the confident boy he was supposed to be. However, when he opened his eyes, the reality remained unchanged. He was still in the silky nightie, and surrounded by pastel pinks and girly paraphernalia.

Just as Jason thought it couldn't get any worse, the bedroom door swung open, and his stepsisters, Lily and Emma, entered. Their gym clothes were now paired with two of his old sweatshirts, which they had gleefully stolen from his old closet. The oversized sweatshirts hung loosely on their muscular frames, making them look even more powerful and dominant.

Lily, with a smirk on her face, pointed at Jason and said, "Well, well, well, look at our little Jess, still playing dress-up in her nightie."

Jason blushed furiously, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson that matched the lacy curtains. He tried to protest, to regain his lost dignity, but his voice faltered as he looked up at his imposing stepsisters. They seemed larger and more formidable than ever, towering over him with an air of confidence that he had never seen before.

He had no choice but to accept his new reality, surrounded by pink and pastels, dressed in a nightie, and constantly reminded of his humiliating defeat.

They led him to a closet filled with an array of dresses, but they specifically chose a frilly blue and white dress.

Lily held the dress up to him and said with a smirk, "Blue is for boys, right, Jess?"

Emma added, "So, let's see how adorable you'll look in this one."

They stripped him of the silky nightie and, with a mix of amusement and determination, dressed him in the frilly dress. It had a delicate floral design, with a sleeveless tightened bodice and a soft flowing skirt to accentuate his new, feminine figure.

Lily couldn't help but tease, "You know, Jess, if I didn’t know better, this dress might actually have been made for you. It adds a touch of elegance to your new persona."

Next came a pair of dainty white ankle socks and patent leather Mary Jane shoes to complete his outfit. Jason, now "Jess," could only look on powerless as he fell further under the feminine spell of his dominant stepsisters. He didn’t even have the power to resist anymore, he looked, and now felt like a weak little girl. Without thinking, a pathetic little tear began to trickle down his cheek.

Emma sauntered closer, patting him on the head as if he really were a little girl. "Don't worry, Jess, we'll be sure to get you some new clothes soon. There’s really no need for tears. It will only ruin your makeup.”