Charlie awoke the next day, still in shock at what had happened the night before. He was no longer in a state of denial, thinking it might have been a dream. He was now in full blown acceptance. The bra that was keeping his breast forms in place, and the tight white panties that were flattening his cock, served as a reminder of his new reality.
He sat up in bed and scanned his room. While he was doing the washing up last night, the girls had once again been through his room, only this time they weren't emptying it, they were filling it.
His wardrobe was now stuffed with dresses, skirts, and low cut tops. His dresser was filled with panties, bras, and pantyhose.
On top of the dresser sat a box, which he hadn't seen before. He opened it up and saw it was full of jewellery. Rings, necklaces, bracelets. He felt dejected. Not more stuff to worry about? Sat next to the jewellery box was a bottle of perfume. He sniffed it briefly and detected floral scents. It wasn't unpleasant, but he didn't want to have to wear it himself. Beside the perfume bottle was half a dozen bottles of nail polish. Red, pink, white, blue, green, and lilac. He looked down at his already painted red nails, wondering when he'd next see them unpainted.
His eyes then turned to his desk, which had now been converted into a makeup station. All of his possessions had been removed, replaced with a mirror, and several makeup bags filled with lipstick, mascara, and products he couldn't even name. He was just looking at the pot full of brushes, wondering what on earth they were all for, when he heard...
"Oh Charlieeee" sang a voice from the kitchen.
He rolled his eyes and prepared himself for another day of torture, quickly throwing on a loose fitting t-shirt dress to cover his annoyingly feminine body.
He walked into the kitchen and saw the two girls, both with big grins.
"Oh isn't she lovely" beamed Sophia.
"Just divine" replied Abby "The ginger hair was a great choice. And the nails? To die for!" she laughed.
Charlie stood there, not sure what to do next, staring uncomfortably at the floor.
"What's the matter baby?" teased Sophia. "I thought you liked women's underwear? You liked it enough to steal it from us didn't you? You should be happy that we've helped you realise that. Aren't you happy Charlie?" she asked, with a stern quality to her voice.
"Yes. Very happy" he replied sheepishly.
"Awww bless. She's so happy with her new look isn't she" laughed Abby.
After a quick breakfast, the two girls were ready to head out to work.
"Annoyingly, you did a pretty good job with the chores yesterday, so there isn't much house work to do" said Sophia.
Charlie couldn't help but crack a little smile. Maybe he could have a day off. He'd have time to start looking for a new job that could help him pay off his debt and get him out of this mess.
"I wouldn't get too excited", said Sophia, noticing his smile, "there may not be housework to do, but there is plenty of work!"
Charlie looked confused.
"We told you last night. We can't spend every morning doing your makeup. I'd suggest you spend the day practising. Your desk is stocked full of makeup, and there are plenty of tutorials on YouTube. We want to come home and see you with a glamorous face of makeup." said Abby.
"And you'd better get good, because you'll be wearing makeup every day, and you don't want to look ugly now do you?" said Sophia, teasing him.
"No. I don't" replied Charlie with a submissive voice.
"There's my good girl" whispered Sophia, giving him a smack on the bum as she walked past.
The two women left the apartment, but Sophia quickly poked her head back round the door frame.
"Oh, and Charlie. Don't forget the heels!" she said, as she disappeared with a wink.
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Sissy Revenge
Narrativa generaleCharlie was struggling to make ends meet, so in a desperate attempt to make money he decided to steal from his flatmate. When she found out, she took it upon herself to teach him a valuable lesson that would have lasting consequences.
