He put the bologna sandwich into the brown paper bag, along with an apple, and a juice box. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, then returned to the kitchen. The frilly decorations and pretty flowers everywhere were a constant reminder that he was alone in a house full of only girls.

"They're gone for hours! Now is your chance. Try on a dress!" he thought.

No! No way. He had to get out of there, and go fishing before his strong urge got the best of him. He was *not* going to do it!

"You're all alone! Now is the time!" he heard in his head.

"No!" he said aloud.

"Just the panties. Wear them under your clothes" said a voice in his head. A *female* voice. A voice that seemed to be from a dream....

Ken was suddenly aware of the presence of another person. He spun around, and saw a tall beautiful woman, dressed in the purest white, with gold trim. She had a glowing complexion, and it seemed that light was emanating from her.

"Who....who are you?" he said. She seemed familiar too, like from his dreams.

"I am Allina. I am a siren. Do you know what that means?"

"Like the sirens that sang to Ulysses?"

"Yes, those are my sisters."

"You're not real" he said defiantly.

"But we're talking, aren't we? Either I'm real, or you have gone mad. Are you insane?"

"No!" he sad angrily.

"Then I must be real" she said, in her always calm, sweet voice.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"Why do you ignore our song?"

"What song?"

"The one we sing you every day. You resist us, and will not give in."

"Give in to what?" he said. He wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"This" she said, holding up a bra and panties.

"I'm not a girl. I'm not wearing them!" he protested.

"Ah but you will. You cannot resist us forever. Just put them on."

"No!"

He was defiant. Nothing would make him dress like a girl! What would everybody say? There was no way he would ever ever do that!

Allina shook her head. She began to hum. It was a sweet familiar melody, and he was instantly entranced. He wanted to run out the door, but he found himself unable to walk away. His eyes stared wide open at her face. His mouth agape. He was powerless to resist the song of the siren.

Allina now started to sing her song. He could only listen, unable to resist her power. Her words filled his mind.

Imagine yourself, wrapped up in silk and in lace,

The pleasures you will feel, the feelings that it brings.

Your inner woman, now expresses herself in full,

She flows through you, and you rejoice.

To wear a bra, with cups of lace, and straps that pull,

'cross shoulders and your back.

You want so much! You long to feel!

The pleasure flows! The feelings rise!

Ken walked behind her, into his cousin's room. As she sang, he undressed, his eyes still firmly on her. He was naked before her, but felt no shame. His hands shook as he took the bra from her. He had trouble at first with the clasps, but he soon got them in place, and let it go with a snap on his back.

Oh the pleasure he felt! He was wearing a bra! Him! It was overwhelming. All of the desires he had been feeling for years and years, released all at once! He ejaculated, and the orgasm wasn't even close to the pleasure he felt from wearing the bra with the lacy cups.

Allina sang on.

Soft and silky, with edges of lace,

The panties rest, against your skin.

Smooth in front, and in the back,

You long to feel, their soft embrace.

Ken put the panties on, and ran his hands across the soft material. There was no fly in the front like he was used to; they were smooth. He felt across his butt, and they were so soft and silky there, that it sent tingles up and down his spine.

Your legs are long, taught and tan,

But pantyhose will show them off,

The tight brown mesh, it pulls on you,

Each movement makes you shiver joy.

Ken put his foot into the pantyhose, and rolled them on. He pulled the control top up to his tummy, and turned to look in the mirror. His senses were heightened. Every movement made a bit of air move through the tight mesh, and he felt delight. Other than the unsightly bulge in his crotch, his legs looked so wonderful! So feminine!

Allina held up a skirt, and brushed it against his legs. The feel of the fabric rubbing against the pantyhose was wonderful! He wanted to put it on so much! He took it from her hand as she sang.

A skirt, a skirt, you long to wear,

It wraps you up, encircles you.

You feel it drape, against your legs,

You turn and feel it, surround you.

Ken pulled the skirt on, and zipped it up in back. He turned to the mirror and felt a woosh as the skirt spun on him, like in his dreams. Each movement he made caused it to rub against his pantyhose, sending electric signals to his brain. He was in rapture!

A buxom girl, you long to be,

Your chest you cannot stand to see,

To fill your cups, you have no doubt,

You feel a sigh, as they fill out.

Ken stuffed his bra with socks, until the cups were ready to burst. Instead of his flat muscular chest, he now looked like he had breasts. Waves of pleasure flowed over him as he felt the full cups rub against his inner arms. He cupped his hands over his bra. Just like in his dreams! Ah, the pleasure! He never felt so right in all his life! He realized that this what was missing! He was meant to have breasts, and only now did his true inner feeling come through!

Straps so thin, and neck of "V",

Your top shows your femininity,

Your shoulders bare, and all the rest,

Makes a man stare at your chest.

Ken put on the black tank top with the thin straps. They were barely enough to cover the bra straps, but having some strap showing looked sexy. The V-neck made they eyes wander down, to where it puffed out in the two perfect rounded mounds held up by his bra. He felt so sexy! He felt alive!

Your feet are bare, but not for long,

As shoes you seek, with heels so high.

Your foot slips in, it makes you feel,

So pretty and so girlishly.

Ken's feet barely fit into Annabelle's shoes. She was older than him, so their feet were almost the same size. He was amazed at how it made his legs look so much sexier in the mirror! It took a few moments to get used to wearing a shoe with a heel, and the tight toe pinched a bit. But it was worth it, for the look it gave his feet. He smiled as he spun around.

A girl you've always wished to be,

Today your female side, is now unleashed.

And you are glad, today I came,

Because now *Lisa* is your name!

Ken didn't feel like a boy anymore. Now that he was dressed in his cousin's clothes, he felt pretty! He felt feminine! The name 'Ken' just didn't fit him anymore. He was Lisa! Yes, Lisa was his name, now that he was dressed like a girl. The name rolled off his tongue. Lisa!

Allina reached out to 'Lisa'. She touched him on the forehead, then gave him a kiss on the lips. Lisa's eyes closed as excitement tingled up and down her spine. She really felt like a girl! She had to touch herself between her legs to see if it was real or not.

She felt so feminine! She was a girl in every way, except in body!

"Please Allina, please finish the job! Make me become a woman!" said Lisa.

But Allina smiled, and began to fade from sight. As she faded, Lisa heard a door open. The girls were home!

* * *

Lisa walked out of the bedroom, calmly and coolly.

"Ken! What are you doing!" said aunt Abigail.

"I'm not Ken. I'm Lisa" she said confidently.

"Look Anna, he's wearing your clothes!" said Colette teasingly.

The women were all beautiful from their trip to the beauty salon. Lisa was jealous of their long pretty hair, and their finely manicured nails, painted bright happy colors.

"You look wonderful" said Lisa. "That nail color is perfect for you Bianca. And your hair looks so nice like that Annabelle. Aunt Abigail! Did they pluck your eyebrows? They make your eyes just glow."

"Uh, yes Ken. I never knew you were so observant about beauty. Most boys don't see things like that."

"I'm not Ken. I'm Lisa now."

"Okay 'Lisa', what is going on? How long have you been doing this?"

"This is my true self. This is the real me" said Lisa. "I want to be like you."

"This might be fun" said Bianca. "Can I put makeup on him?"

"Her!" scolded Lisa.

"*Her*!" said Bianca, sticking out her tongue. Lisa stuck hers out back.

"Then you can do my nails" said Lisa. "And I want to get my ears pierced."

Abigail was exasperated. This boy was in her care. If her sister came home, and her boy was now a girl, she would blame Abigail for doing something to him. She wanted to punish him, ground him, but what could she do? If he was like that, then it must be something that had been going on for a long time.

She decided that the best thing to do would be to let him get this out of his system. It must just be a phase. Or maybe she could scare him. He *was* a boy. Perhaps if she pushed him far enough, he would reach a point where he would realize that this was wrong. She would push him until she found that point.

"Listen up girls. You are to treat Lisa like a girl from now on, at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes mother" said the three together.

"We are going to do everything we can for her to make her feel pretty and feminine."

"Yes mother!"

"Lisa, you look ridiculous with that outfit. Take it off, shave your legs, and meet us in Annabelle's room."

"Yes Aunt Abigail" said Lisa.

Lisa went off to shower, and shave her legs. She also shaved her chest and her underarms. She felt ashamed looking at that *thing* between her legs. And her small breasts. She wished she had a body like Annabelle did.

After her shower, she put her panties and bra back on, then the bathrobe that Abigail had given her. she walked into Annabelle's bedroom.

"Sit down here at the vanity" said Abigail. Lisa complied.

Colette went to work on Lisa's toenails, cutting, filing and shaping them. She pushed back the cuticles too, then put cotton balls between her toes. She started to paint them a bright red.

Meanwhile, Bianca applied 'press on' nails to Lisa's fingers. She used a glue so that they would stay on a long time, and not come off easily. She cut them to a perfect oval shape, filed them, then started to apply nail polish.

Lisa was loving the attention. While Bianca was going at her hands, Annabelle had applied a goopy green mask to her face, and had wrapped a towel around her head after applying some sort of mousse to it. While the mask dried, she dug through her drawers. She pulled out several pieces of jewelry.

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