"That feels so wonderful!" cooed the voice. "Oh thank you so much! Wasn't I right? Don't you feel like a girl now? Don't you feel pretty and feminine? Don't I show off your boobs better? I just love your body. Your cute little arms, your small shoulders, your thin tummy. I'm so glad I can touch you like this. Oooh."

Connor looked in the mirror. He had definitely changed. Gone were his big shoulders and his muscular arms. Now his shoulders were smaller by far. His arms were far from flabby, but now they were so thin! His wrists were tiny too, compared to what they used to be. His whole upper body looked like that of a girl.

The fat in his tummy was gone now though, and as he turned to the side, he admired how flat he was there. That made his new breasts seem even bigger. And the tight sweater really did show them off better. It did make him feel so much more like a girl! He tingled all over. He felt like a girl!

"Very good" said the voice in Connor's head. "But how can you go around wearing shapeless baggy jeans like that? Wouldn't you feel more comfortable wearing me?"

Connor's eye caught sight of something atop the suitcase that made him feel tingles all over: a red plaid schoolgirl style skirt. The kind he loved more than any other. He loved how girls looked in them! And now, there was the one that Brianna owned, calling out to him to put it on!

"Mmmm" said the voice. "If you put me on, I'll wrap all around you. You'll be surrounded by skirt. You'll feel so much like a girl! Ooh, how I want to touch you and engulf you. Don't you want to wear me? Don't you want to show off your legs, and your shapeliness? Please wear me! Please put me on! I want you so bad!"

Connor turned to the suitcase. He wanted to wear it so badly! It was calling to him, and he just ached to put it on. But what would it do to him? His upper body was already like that of a girl. He didn't want to be a girl! He just wanted to feel like one. But the skirt continued with its seduction of him.

"You'll feel so wonderful once you've got me on. I'll gently hand down off your hips, and you'll tingle all over with pleasure, with every step you take. Every time you move, I'll move with you. You'll feel so special with me on. I can truly make you feel like a girl. You want to feel like a girl, don't you. You want to feel feminine. I can give that to you. Put me on, and I'll make everything right. Wear me. Take off those ugly jeans, and put on something that goes with your sweater! How can you go around in an outfit that doesn't match? What kind of girl are you?"

Connor's heart strings were being tugged at. All of his weaknesses were being played on. The skirt promised him that he could feel like a girl, which was what he loved more than anything. It promised to turn him on. It called to him. It aroused him. His mind tried to fight back, afraid of what it would do to him. But his hands were already unzipping his fly.

"Oh yes" said the voice. "Take it all off for me. You need me, don't you? Yes, you do. You want to wear the skirt that has been worn by Brianna, don't you. I'm going to make you feel pretty. I'm going to make you feel girlish. I'll make you feel pretty. You want to feel pretty. You have to put me on. You need me."

Connor's hands were trembling as he took off his jeans. Everything sounded so wonderful, if he would just put the skirt on! It wanted him, as much as he wanted it. He picked it up, and felt the sturdy material.

"Oh yes, hon. I love hot it feels for you to touch me. Let me enfold you me. Touch my pleats. They can be all around you, making you feel so good. Ooh, yes baby. Put me on. Wear me. I want you so much!!!"

Connor couldn't resist. He stepped into the skirt, then pulled it up his legs. The voice in his head moaned and screamed with pleasure.

"Oh baby, it feels so good! Yes, pull me on higher, higher. Yes! There. Perfect. See how I hang off you? See how good I make your hips look? And your pretty legs? And your cute little butt? I make you look so feminine. Don't you feel like a girl now?"

Connor looked in the mirror with a mixture of horror and attraction. The first thing he noticed was his waist. It was so pinched in and narrow! His hips were wider now, going out as wide as his bosom. A perfect hourglass figure. And there, hanging around him was a pleated plaid skirt. Like a girl. He did feel like a girl now.

His legs looked so smooth and hairless as they protruded down below his hemline. He turned to the side, and admired how it made his rear look. Perfect, just like Brianna's. In fact, his body was so similar to hers now, that he could have been her sister.

But there was one thing out of place: in the front of his skirt, he was so aroused that the "tent pole" in his boxers was pushing the skirt out away from him, with an unsightly bulge which didn't belong on a girl. It looked so wrong, that he felt embarrassed to have it.

"Now it's my turn" said a voice in Connor's head. He looked at the suitcase. It was the panties talking to him now. They too wanted to be worn.

"Put me on, and let me wrap you in soft silkiness" cooed the voice. "You don't want boxers under your skirt, you want panties. You'll feel like a girl if you wear me! I want to cover your cute little rear in the back, and I want to lay flat in font of you, hiding your special spot from view. What girl doesn't want to wear panties? Let me wrap you in my arms. Let my softness make you truly feel feminine."

Connor was already pulling down his boxers, having to get them over the incredible hard-on he was having. Now he was pulling the panties up his soft hairless legs. True to their word, they did feel incredibly soft, silky and made him feel even more like a girl. They laid flat across his front now. There was no more "tent pole". Now there was nothing between his legs to push the skirt out. Now he was a girl.

Connor spun around, making the skirt fly. He felt so free. He felt so good. He felt like a girl. When the shoes with the high heels called to him to be worn, he didn't even hesitate. His seduction had been total now. His mind offered no resistance anymore. He put the shoes on, which made his feet become tiny.

Now he walked with the stride of a girl. It was more of a flirty strut than anything else. Every movement designed to attract the opposite sex. He moved with feminine grace over to the mirror. The brush was calling him now. He picked it up, and started to run it through his hair. With each stroke, his hair became longer and fuller. He continued to brush his hair out, until it came down past his shoulders. He laughed, and tossed his head, so he could see his pretty hair flying all around.

Now Connor looked down at the counter. There was a necklace that wanted to be worn. A choker. He put it on, then giggled. Now his voice was high in pitch, like that of any other girl. His Adam's apple had disappeared completely. Now only his face looked like that of a boy.

But that wouldn't last long, as he started to apply the cosmetics he found before him. He put on foundation first, and his face quickly changed. His skin became smooth and soft, like the rest of his body. His chin became more pointed. As he put eye shadow on, then mascara, his eyes changed from gray to a seductive green color. They became wide and pretty.

He brushed his eyebrows, which went from being full and bushy, to thin and finely plucked. He put on rouge, which altered his cheekbones to become higher, like that of a girl. The lipstick he applied made his lips become full, and very kissable.

Now he put on a ring he found, which changed his hands to become tinier. He picked up a set of earrings. As he moved them towards his ears, piercing holes appeared, and he put them in. Nothing visible changed this time. But there was an inner change. Now, Connor would listen like a girl.

Connor stood before the full length mirror now. From head to toe, there was nothing left of the old Connor. Now everything had become female. A complete, total transformation from a boy, into a very, very sexy girl.

"I knew she'd be here" said a voice.

Connor turned around to see Brianna standing there, along with Sophia and Madeline. He noted that Brianna had used the word 'she' to refer to him! Instead of making him feel upset in any way, it felt like a grand compliment. She thought he was a girl! What could be kinder words to say than that?

"Hello Brianna. Hello girls" he said, in his new high pitched sexy female voice.

"Hi there, Alexis" said Brianna.

She looked right into his eyes, and waved her hand.

"Your name is Alexis now. You will answer to that name only. You were never named Connor. You have always been Alexis. You were never a boy. You have always been a girl."

She waved her hand again, and her orders went right into Connor's brain.

Connor just stared, his eyes blinking. No, her eyes blinking. She wasn't a boy at all. She was a girl. In fact, she had always been a girl, hadn't she? That seemed right. Oh yes, she could remember now. She was a girl, and always had been. Her name was Alexis. That was her.

Alexis's mind was in chaos though. Thought patterns and memories that had been in place for all her life were now in conflict with her new identity. She had always been a girl. So how could she remember being a boy? She was unable to speak, as the newly dominant female part of her mind started to slowly erode the male mind that had been there before. Female hormones in her bloodstream were also at work on her brain, shifting the very way she thought.

The boy who had been Connor was being erased. Alexis was beginning to take his place instead.

In her current state, Alexis could barely think. Brianna took her by the hand, back to the room she lived in. When they got inside, the girls closed and locked the door. Brianna looked around for a while, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She waved her hands dramatically, and then started to point to one end of the room. She moved her hands slowly, pointing from the far wall, to the near end. As she did so, things started to change in the room. The sheets on the bed turned from white to pink. The posters on the wall changed from chicks in bikinis, to guys wearing only thongs, their muscular chests oiled and tanned.

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