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   A Little too Curious

   My name is James and I am 12 years old with longish blonde hair and blue eyes I live with my Mum and Dad plus my two sisters Michelle who is 18 years old and Alice who is 15 years old. We often moved a lot and when we did we mainly moved to little country towns. This resulted in us having to make our own fun as there wasn't a lot of other kids around to play with. Well one day my parents needed to go to the next town over and this left me and my sisters with the house to ourselves as my parents wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Well my parents left leaving me and my sisters to our own devices and pretty soon they left to get some food for dinner. The shops were across town and my sisters decided to walk this gave me about an hour to my self. Normally I would spend this time playing video games or playing ball outside but today was different on my way to my room i passed Alice's room and sitting on her bed was what looked like a mix of pink and white candy floss, but upon closer inspection it was actually a dress.I remember seeing it once when Alice was a flower girl at a wedding a few years ago.

   The dress itself was very girly it was pink with little white flowers all over it, a peter pan collar and very puffy sleeves it also had a sewn in petticoat with a zipper and a sash which tied into a big bow at the back. I just couldn't take my eyes off it, It was like it was screaming at me to look to touch. I ran to the kitchen to look at the clock good I thought I still had about 45 minutes I could easily try it on and get it off before my sisters came home. I dashed back to my sisters room and stripped down to nothing but my undies. I lifted the dress up and held it against my body it felt wonderful I couldn't believe it the soft material and all the frills against my body felt wonderful. I opened the dress up and stepped inside as I pulled the dress up I slipped my arms into the sleeves and reached around back to pull up the zipper. When the zipper was finally all the way up I then started to work on tying the sash into a bow at the back this was pretty difficult but I finally got something like a bow tied back there. Now for the moment of truth I slowly walked to my sisters wall mirror enjoying the new feeling of the dress and petticoat swishing across my legs when I got to the mirror my cheeks must have turned very red because except for my hair which was a little messy and the fact I was not wearing any shoes I looked a lot like a girl in a frilly dress. I must of spent ages looking in the mirror totally transfixed on the image before me. I started doing little poses and curtseys that I have seen my sisters do a few times then I decided to go for a twirl and that's when it happened my sisters fell from the doorway to the floor in fits of laughter. This gave me a such a shock i tripped and fell to the floor this just made my sisters laugh even harder as i tried to stand up again in the pink and white froth.

   My sisters finally recovered and Alice said "my my my who are you little girl and why are you wearing my dress"

   I was in mix state of fear and embarrassment and all I could get out was a lot of mumbles

   Michelle still giggling said "why Alice I think that's James"

   "What" said Alice in an obviously sarcastic voice "but James is a boy he would never wear a dress"

   "Don't be silly Alice" said Michelle now starting to regain her composure "everybody has the right to be pretty." "But I think he still needs a bit of work don't you Alice?"

   Alice suddenly got an even bigger smile on her face as she realized what Michelle was hinting at. Her eyes then darted at me and began to examine me up and down with Michelle doing the same. They then started to whisper amongst themselves and then Alice ran out the room. I could hear her footsteps down at the end of the hall and in no time flat she was back carrying a couple of boxes.

   "They're in here somewhere" said Alice as she started to toss things from the box left and right.

   I was still trapped in my own thought process as my brain was becoming backlogged from the millions of thoughts that were racing through my mind.

   "Aha here they are" said Alice as if she had discovered gold "Here" she said as she gave what looked to be like white long socks to Michelle.

   "Come here" Michelle said to me as she guided me towards Alice's bed "Sit down princess"

   I didn't even really here what she was saying my body just reacted by its self. She then started to put the tights on each leg.

   "Hey" said Michelle in a fake angry tone "your still wearing boys underwear. Alice go get the matching panties for this dress"

   Alice rushed to her draw and then tossed the panties to Michelle.

   "Here you go princess try these on they will make you feel a hundred times prettier compared to that boys underwear" said Michelle stretching out the panties between her hands.

   They were pink with a bow on the front and rows of frilly lace on the back. My body just took over again and before I knew it my boys underwear was replaced with the frilly panties. Michelle then proceeded to put the tights on me again. When that was done Alice then gave Michelle some white socks with frills on the top and some pink mary jane shoes. By the time that was all done and I got to look in the mirror again the little girl was certainly starting to appear.

   "Not bad" said Alice standing back to look me over again "but look at her hair it's all over the place"

   "I agree" said Michelle as she was running her hand through my hair "and I know the perfect style for her"

   Michelle then led me over to a chair in front of Alice's vanity table

   "Okay Princess keep your head nice and level so it's easy to work with" said Michelle as she started to brush my hair

   "Wait wait wait" said Alice as she quickly threw a sheet over her mirror "we don't want princess to see until it's complete"

   "Good idea" said Michelle as she continued to mercilessly untangle the knots in my hair

   To my great relief she eventually stopped brushing and started to use the comb and scissors to make my hair nice and even around the edges. She eventually got to my fringe which after the combing had gotten quite long well past my eyes and almost touching my mouth. Michelle just cut the hair so it was just touching the top of my eye line. I didn't need a mirror to know how I looked at this point and I started to think of how I was going to explain my new haircut to mum. I couldn't see what else they were doing but my sisters would break out in giggles every now an then. Over the next hour my hair was tugged, pulled, twisted and sprayed in every which way and then finally my sisters declared they were finished.

   "Alice if you would do the honers" said Michelle pointing towards the mirror.

   "Most certainly" said Alice in a bad game show announcer find of way "3-2-1 ta duh"

   I must of turned 10 shades of red because staring back at me was a little girl with spirals of curls seemingly coming from everywhere and atop her head a pink bow that just seemed to make her even more girly. I reached up and pulled one of the curls and it just shot straight back to its original position. This just made my sisters break into uncontrollable laughter. When they calmed down they led me to the wall mirror for the full effect and I must say I looked more like a 7 year old little girl then a 12 year old boy.

   "Come on princess let's go get something to eat and drink we've been in here for hours" said Michelle leading me to the door.

   I managed to stop just before the door giving Michelle a scared look.

   "Don't worry princess it's just us here" said Michelle as if reading my mind. "No one else is gonna see you"

   Not see me I thought I felt like I could be seen two galaxy's over. They eventually convinced me to leave the safety of the room and we went to the kitchen to have some apple juice and a sandwich. My sisters then explained that they had called a cab to come back home from the shops and that when they got home they came across me in the dress I was in such a daze that I didn't even hear them open the front door.

   After we finished eating my sisters suggested we go play in the backyard I was against this but Michelle said it's either the backyard or front yard your call. As if it was a choice I thought and so we went out to play in the backyard I went for the swings and my sisters took turns pushing me Michelle once pushed me a little too hard causing my dress to fly up revealing my panties which Alice rather loudly pointed out. We played a little more outside with games like hopscotch and hide and seek which I thought was a little unfair I mean it was really hard to hide anywhere dressed as how I was. We spent the rest of the day playing other games inside and out with Alice a few times pretending to lock me outside which scared me a little bit. All in all though I had a wonderful day and by the end of it I was having genuine fun. We had dinner and then retreated to the lounge room where we watched a movie.

   By this time it was getting to be pretty late and I was particularly tired and eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke to an all to familiar sound of my sisters giggling. I opened my eyes and I was still on the couch were I fell asleep and there were my sisters with another person. rubbed my eyes for a better view and it was Mum!!!

   "Morning princess" Mum said trying to suppress a giggle "your sisters tell me you had quite the day yesterday well that was nothing compared to what we're going to do today"

   "Mum what are you doing here" I said in a slightly panicky voice

   "What we can't come back to our own house" said Mum while scanning my entire body as if looking for gold "Well before I tell you don't you think that you should take care of that" she said pointing to my waist

   "Take care of what" I thought as I looked down to were she was pointing and that's when it hit me I was still wearing a dress and what's worse is that while I slept the dress rode up around my waist revealing my frilly panties. Well this certainly sprang me up from the couch as I quickly tried my best to smooth the dress back to a presentable position. My sisters all the while couldn't stop laughing even my Mum let out a few giggles.

   "Here let me help you princess" said Mum as she started circling me fluffing out the dress and petticoat and retying the bow at the back "There you go princess pretty as a picture. Now maybe we can make sense of all this"

   Well I started to explain what had happened the previous day and all the events that took place while my sisters made sure to mention the more embarrassing moments. To my Mums credit she listened to everything while sometimes breaking into little giggles. When Mum was finally brought up to date with the story she broke into a very large smile. The thing you have to understand about my family is that they are very fun loving they will go out of their way to make sure that they are not bored. I could now see this in my Mum's eyes it was like she was processing billions of thoughts and ideas on how to make this situation more entertaining. Then something clicked and she snapped back to reality but before she could say something we were interrupted

   "Well what's going on here" came a voice from the lounge room door.

   We all turned our heads to look and standing in the doorway was Dad with a quizzical look on his face, no doubt trying to figure out why there were 4 girls standing in his lounge room.

   "Why it's just me and our daughters silly" said Mum reacting quickly to the new situation "don't you recognize us"

   I could see my Dad's eyes scanning each person in the room slowly ticking off each person he knew. He recognized my Mum and sisters but then his eyes stopped at me he looked for a long time and then it clicked I was James his son.

   "Of course" said Dad finally getting in on the joke "How could I be so blind"

   "Well I'm glad your brain finally caught up with your eyes" said Mum giving Dad a little wink "We were just discussing the possibility of going out for something to eat"

   This comment certainly got my attention along with my sisters.

   "What a great idea" said Dad now really starting to get into the spirit of things "I'll go pull the car around and you girls make sure your all ready to go out"

   My sisters practically flew to their rooms in order to get ready to go out why Mum stayed behind to explain why they were back so early. Apparently instead of staying overnight at the motel Dad drove back through the night in order to come back home and make sure we were okay. My parents were always kind of worrywarts despite their fun loving nature.

   "Now I know you must be scared dear but don't worry I can assure you that no one will will be able to tell that you are a boy" said Mum bursting into a small giggle "Oh I'm sorry dear I was just thinking that when I first saw you that one of your sisters had kidnapped a little girl from somewhere, I didn't even know it was you until your sisters told me. In other words if I can't tell your my own son I don't think we have to worry about other people figuring out your a boy"

   This strangely made me feel a little bit more confident. I still had my doubts but I could see in my Mum's eyes that this was happening one way or the other so I may as well play along

   "But before we go out dear your going to need a name" said Mum now really starting to see the potential fun she could have with this" We were going to call you Mary if you had been a girl and as it turns out you are so it will be Mary from now on okay Mary

   I just dumbly nodded my head as my brain was still to busy processing all that had happened up to this point. My sisters then returned and Mum announced my new name to them this brought a very big smile to both of their faces.

   "Come on then Mary let's get you to the car" said Michelle putting a lot of emphasis on the word Mary

   Alice quickly came next to me and took my hand. She then started leading me towards the front door. Michelle then swept around to the front in order to open the front door. I was then blasted by a cool breeze that hit my rather exposed legs. This was a new sensation for me because I've pretty much worn pants my entire life.This sensation was short lived as Alice tugged me from the safety of our home to the not so safe front yard. my eyes quickly darted left and right trying to see if anybody was out and about, luckily for me there was no one around but I still ran as fast as I could for our car in the driveway. My Dad couldn't help but laugh as I practically dived into the back seat, my sisters quickly followed making sure that I had a window seat. The seat belt came next and with the petticoat blocking my view I couldn't even see where the belt buckled in Alice had to help me, at this point I felt a bit trapped because I didn't think I could unbuckle myself without help. Soon Mum was out the door and in the car and we were off, now our car rides are rarely quiet as we normally play eye spy and this time it was no different Michelle started off with eye spy with my little eye something beginning with F. This caused everyone to look around for things that begin with F, now we have a rule for playing eye spy and that is the object must always be present, no yellow letterbox that we passed a half mile ago. It didn't take long before Mum yelled out flowers, which made me automatically shout out our rule that the object must always be present.

   "But they are present Mary they're all over your dress" said Mum pointing to the flower pattern that covered most of my dress.

   This got a good laugh from everyone and made me turn about ten shades redder then I already was. The worst part was that is what Michelle was thinking. which made everyone laugh even harder. The game continued for a while longer with about every second object being about something on my outfit.

   We eventually arrived at our destination which was just a little fish and chip shop in our town. Mercifully only my Dad went in to get some food we could eat. It didn't take long and soon we were off again, it was a short trip this time and when we stopped I looked out the window and noticed we were at the park. To say I was a little nervous about this would be the under statement of the year, But I figured I was going out there one way or the other so I may as well go. However my worst fears were confirmed when I couldn't undo the seat belt by myself Alice noticed my predicament and came to help out.

   "Don't worry Mary one day you'll be older enough to do this your self" said Alice in a playfully mocking tone.

   I didn't say anything because I was busy turning another 10 shades of red. I was finally released and joined the others who were setting under a couple of trees. I was glad for some cover at least and the park was mostly empty except from the odd jogger or couple walking through the park. My shelter was short lived however because as soon as we finished eating my sisters insisted we go play on the playground. They made sure that I played on every piece of playground equipment, the most embarrassing being the little hoarse on a spring that goes back and forward when you ride on it. This was made even more embarrassing when an older couple came past and gave me a little wave and a smile. Eventually it was time to leave after what seemed to be a lifetime or two. We all bundled into the car and I again needed help with my seat belt, which Alice was all too happy to help with.

   Dad seemed to take the very long way home as if he was trying to parade me around the entire town. Well the events of the day had taken their toll on me and I was soon drifting off to sleep. I awoke alone still inside the car I looked around out the window and noticed we were home at least I opened the door and went to get out but I was still buckled in and the belt pulled me back to my original position. I had no other options so I had to try to get the belt of myself, well half an hour and many failed attempts latter I finally managed to get the damn thing off. From there I got out the car a made a quick dash for the door only to find that is was locked, felling exposed as I was I started to knock on the door quite loud and quite fast.

   "Who is it" came a voice that I recognized as Mums

   "It's me James open up" I said in a very panicky voice

   "James? I don't know a James" said Mum in what had to be the most sarcastic tone ever

   I instantly realized what she wanted me to say so I took a deep breath and said "It's me Mary please open the door"

   "Ah Mary are you awake at last well come on in" said Mum keeping up the sarcastic tone

   The door magically opened and I rushed inside much to the amusement of everyone who was listening in on our conversation. The rest of the day passed with the occasional teasing at my expense,until it was time for tea. We had tea at the kitchen table and then watched a little T.V. After that it was time for bed and I was finally released from the dress and slipped into some good old fashion pj's everyone came and said goodnight and said what a good sport I was for going along with it. I finally got some real sleep that night and woke up the next day bright and early in fact only my Mum was up.

   "Good morning James" said Mum who started bursting into fits of giggles "I like your new hair style but I don't think it's made for a boy"

   I turned red almost instantly as my hair was still full of curls and the bow was still tied in as well

   "Sit down precious and we will straighten them out" said Mum pointing to a chair in front of her "Now sit here and I will be right back"

   She wasn't gone long and when she came back she had a hair straightener.

   "You know I think you look very cute as a girl" said Mum as she started straightening each curl "Maybe Mary could come out to play a bit more in the future"

   I thought about all that had happened and everything that transpired and said " You know what I would like that too" We both broke into laughter at that and to think it all came about because I was A Little too Curious.

Just a short little story I did a long time ago and decided to put it up :) It's more lovey dovy then my other stories but I still quite like it :) and I hope you do too :) :) :) :) :)
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This story is told in the 3rd person. The main characters name is Gabe.  He is a 14 year old boy. He has brown hair that covers his ears and covers his forehead and a little of his eyes. he is 5 foot four and weighs only 107.

Gabe was walking home from school with his best friend, Joseph.  Joseph deceded to invite Gabe over to his house for dinner. Gabe did the normal he called him mom and she said he could go. So they just continued walking until they reached Joseph's house.  They opened the door and let themselves in.  They preceded to walk up into Joseph's room.
"Black ops?" Joseph asked.
"Why not?" Gabe responded. They played Black Ops for a good half hour, until Joseph's mom walked in.
"Hey Gabe! I didn't hear you come in.  Man! your hair is getting long, tell your dad to get it cut before I do it for you!" Joseph's mom is a strong believer in boys have very short hair and girls have longer hair.
"Yeah sure."Gabe responded. Joseph's mom walked out the door.  The two boys continued to play Black Ops, until they were called for dinner.  Joseph's mom and sister had salad while we had hamburgers.  They ate for an hour, and then it was time for Gabe to go home.
Gabe and Joseph walked home for the next few days until Joseph invited Gabe over to his house again.
"We're having Hamburgers again! Wanna join us?" Joseph questioned. Gabe brought up to Joseph the fact that he didn't get a hair cut.  "So what?" Joseph said "She was just joking with you dude" Joseph reassured him.So Gabe checked with his mom and got the OK.  Once again they headed over to Joseph's house and let themselves in.  
As soon as they started to go up the stairs Joseph's mom called the two over.
"Joseph can you go take care of the neighbors house? They are out of town again."  His mom asked him.  Joseph dreaded taking care of their house, he had to vacuum, mop, take out the dog, feed the dog, water all the plants, and mow their lawn.  By the time he did all of this it would be time for dinner.
"Mom do I have to? Gabe is over." Joseph tried to argue.
"Yes Joseph you know the rules, Gabe can stay here and do some chores for me, I'm sure he wont mind. Now will you Gabe?"
Gabe was not the one to say no to an adult.  "Yeah sure, that's fine"  Gabe responded. So Joseph stormed out of the house and went to work.  "What chores do I need to do?"
"You aren't doing chores Gabe.  I wouldn't make my son's friends do chores.  But I did notice one thing, you didn't get a haircut.  I never lie," He tone changed from friendly to demanding "now sit down."  Gabe, frightened, sat down. "Don't worry I cut my daughters hair all the time, you'll be fine"
"Your daughters hair?" Gabe questioned.
"Yeah, and doesn't she turn out pretty?" pretty was not the word Gabe was hoping for. "Now I only have this cutting cape(The cape they put around you when you get your hair cut.) She held up a cutting cape that with bright pink and said in the center "I'm a pretty princess."  "It's ok" Joseph's Mom said "Joseph wont see you he's at the neighbors house."  She placed the cape on Joseph and started cutting away. about 10 minutes passed and Joseph's mom said she was done.  She held up a pink mirror and Gabe gasped.  His apperanced changed, his hair no longer looked like a boys, but like a girls. He had a bun in his hair with no bangs.  "Aww now don't you look pretty?"  
"I look like a girl!" Gabe shouted.  
"I know, but I'll make it better follow me to my room."  Gabe took off the cape and went up into her room hoping she could improve it.  She closed the door, locked it, then put the key in her pocket so they couldn't leave unless she wanted them to.  In a demanding tone she said "Ok take off all of your clothes but your boxers."
"WHAT?!" Gabe shouted.
"I'm going to make it better, so unless you want me taking a picture right now and sending it to your entire school, you better behave."  Gabe took off all of his clothes but his boxers. "Now put these on"  She handed Gabe a pair of red panties.  Gabe obeyed and went in the bathroom to swap his boxers for the panties.  The panties barely covered his penis but it did not cover any of his pubic hair.  "Now you are probably wondering why i had you do this."  She picked up a razor and shaving cream.  "Now hold still"  She turned on the shower and started applying shaving cream to the boy.  She would then shave him bit by bit, including his pubic hair, and then stick whatever area she shaved into the water.  The boys skin was then clean of hair.  Joseph's mom then applied lotion to Gabe's entire body.  
"Now sit down at my makeup table"  Gabe obeyed and found himself sitting at a table filed with all sorts of makeup, different kinds of lipstick, nail polish, curled his eye lashes, and so much more.  He also saw a large mirror in front of him.  Joseph's Mom then brought out a pair of tweezers and picked at Gabe's eyebrows until they were feminine enough.  "Perfect!" she said.  She then grabbed a bright red tube of lipstick and applied it to Gabe.  Gabe just sat there frozen, frightened.  And after a while she stated that she was done.  She had applied, lipstick, mascara, foundation, lip gloss, nail polish(on his toes and hands), and a lot more.  "Now stand up" He did so and she put a white corset on the boy and tightened it.  This corset pushed some of the boy's skin up and created breast.
She then stepped into her closet and pulled out a red pencil skirt and black blouse.  She tucked the blouse into the skirt and added a belt.  Afterwards, she pulled out black 6 inch high heels. he put them on and became 5'10".
She put him infront of a full mirror and he saw what he had transformed to.  With all the makeup and his new hair cut his head looked as feminine as it could be.  with the corset, and pencil skirt he naturally stuck his but out and breast forwards. He started to cry until Joseph's mom said "If you cry I'll have to redo your makeup!"  
30 more minutes passed and Joseph's mom called joseph and told him to come home and eat dinner as it was ready.  Joseph did so, but as he walked in he saw a girl staring at him from the table.  Joseph, meet Gabi.  Joseph just started laughing, until his mom said "Watch out, you're next. and you're getting your ears pierced."

                                                         The end
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All five girls slept soundly in the king size bed as the sun rose. Tucked under the pink sheets was Beth and Brittany on one side of the bed, and Haley and Kelly on the other side. Their new baby Trixie was safely placed in between them.

Trixie had a little trouble falling asleep. She kept trying to get out of bed, but her arms were tied to her side, her feet were covered in thick pink slippers, and the comforter was tightly pulled over her. But eventually, she gave up and finally fell asleep.

Once the first girl woke up, she shook everyone else awake, except for the drowsy Trixie.

"No what do we do?" asked Haley.

"I don't know." said Beth. "She'll be hungry, I know that. We should be prepared to feed her."

"Ya" said Brittany. "And she can't stay in her pajamas. She's going to needs some real clothes."

"What do you think if we move her past the baby stage and move her up to a big girl?"

"I like it!" cheered Beth.

"Me too!" said Haley.

"What did you have in mind Kelly?" asked Brittany.

"Well first of all," she said, looking over Trixie. "I don't like her hair. It's too flat. Too boyish. It needs volume. I'm thinking curlers!"

"Great idea!" Beth left the room to ask her mom if she could borrow her curlers.

"Sure Beth. Is Trixie going to the hair salon?"

"Sort of. We're giving her a big girl makeover, but her hair is boring, so we're fixing it!"

"Well, I can't wait to see how she looks when you're done. Be sure to show her to me when you're finished! Here you go sweetie." she handed Beth her pink curlers."

"Thanks mom!"

Beth got back to the bedroom to find her friends hard at work.

"We decided it would be easiest to work if she was asleep. So we put some earplugs in her ears."

The baby bonnet and slippers were off, and they had already begun to give Trixie a pedicure. First they applied an undercoat for a clean shine. Then they put on hot pink nail polish. And finally, another clear coat to really make it sparkle. Then they did the same for her hand nails. Beth put the curlers in her hair and started getting a big girl outfit ready. She got a light green top, a mini denim skirt, pink panties, a push up bra, and pink flip flops. She laid it all out on the edge of the bed, ready to be put on.

"Ok! Are we ready to wake her up and finish getting her ready?" asked Beth.

"I think so!" said Brittany. "Lets do it!"

They took out the earplugs and brought her back over to the chair. Two girls grabbed a leg each, while a third carried Trixie's upper half. The fourth girl grabbed two pink fuzzy hand cuffs from the main dresser and set them next to the clothes. They then re-tied Trixie's ankles to the front two chair legs. Kelly took off the night gown, and Haley used make up remover to get the makeup off of Trixie's face. She was just starting to wakeup, and started to squirm again when she realized what was happening.

"She's going to make noise when we take out her pacifier."

"Its ok" said Beth. "Go ahead and take it out." the girls removed the pacifier, and Beth quickly glued Trixie's lips together before she was able to make a sound.

"I don't like that lipstick color. Do you?" Haley asked

"No" said Kelly. "It was good for a baby, but now I think she needs a sparkly light pink!"

Kelly applied the light pink lip gloss to Trixie's lips.

"Now" said Beth "Lets put some proper makeup on her!"

The took off the fake eye lashes and used some black mascara instead. Then they applied foundation, a very light pink blush, and eyeliner.

"She's starting to look a little more presentable! Don't you think ladies?" Beth asked.

"Except for the diaper." said Kelly.

"Ya" said Brittany. "Her make ups done. Lets get her dressed!"

Haley and Kelly each grabbed one of Trixie's arms and held them behind her back. Brittany untied the ankle braces, and Beth got the panties. Brittany then removes the diaper from Trixie and sniffs it.

"Good baby! No pee pee!"

"Now Trixie." asked Beth. "These are big girl panties." she said, holding up the frilly pink lingerie. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Trixie squirmed some more, and the eyes behind the makeup begged for attention.

"I'll take that as a yes!" she exclaimed.

Brittany lifted up Trixie's legs one at a time and let Beth place the panties around her ankles.

"You ready Trixie? It feels really good."

Beth slowly pulled the panties up Trixie's legs and up into her crotch. Winking at her when she snapped them into place around her waist. She grabbed the push up bra and, with Haley and Kelly's help, slipped Trixie's arms through the straps. She hooked the bra and adjusted the cups. Trixie now had two little perky A cup breasts.

"So cute!" said Brittany.

"But no girl should be seen in her underwear." Beth said as Trixie shivered.

"Are you cold darling? I'm sorry. Lets hurry and get her dressed."

The girls forced Trixie to step into skirt that was lying on the floor, and when she did, they pulled it up to her waist. After the skirt was secured, the girls forced Trixie's arms through the armholes of the green top and pulled it down over her. Trixie continued to make muffled noises.

"I'm hungry!" said Haley.

"Me too." agreed Kelly.

"Lets go get some breakfast" said Beth. "Trixie's curlers need a little more time to finish."

They used a set of the fuzzy pink handcuffs and attached Trixie to the bed while they went to eat breakfast. Trixie tried to get out of it, but they were strong handcuffs, and they weren't budging.

When the girls got back from breakfast, they all got themselves ready to go. Putting on makeup and doing their hair. When they were ready to go, they took the curlers out of Trixie's hair, which now had more volume due to the many fluffy curls. Then they slipped her into her pink flip flops.


"I love it!"

Beth put the handcuffs in her purse and walked Trixie down stairs to show their mom.

"Oh Trixie!" their mother exclaimed. "You look simply wonderful! I love your hair! And what a cute outfit!"

"Tell me Trixie." she continued, putting her hands on her knees and leaning towards her. "Do you enjoy being a girl? Do you wish to remain pretty? Because I'm more than ok with that. You can stay a beautiful girl if you want."

Trixie just looked down at the ground silently.

"I'll take that as a yes!" their mother looked very pleased. "Beth, why don't you take her to the park? I'm sure she'd have fun there. She might even make a few new friends!"

"Good idea mom! Lets go guys!"

The girls took Trixie out to the garage and sat her inside the wagon, and handcuffed each arm to the sides. Then they rolled her over to the playground, where many cute boys were playing.
Trixie gets a makeover from her sister and friends.
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'Little Dress of Horrors!'
Written by Da Bunnyman.
Ably assisted, and edited by Raven Child.

Alvin Seville lay back on the bed. He relaxed as he continued talking about his favorite subject, himself. More specifically he talked about his newest stage costumes and how great he'd look in them performing onstage with what he called his backup group, The Chipmunks. Being that he's been performing for 18 years now, Alvin considers himself an expert in choreographing their act.

As he talked about a jumpsuit he was planning that would make everyone forget Elvis, he looked around the room and the bed he was lying on.

"So much pink," he thought to himself as his eyes took in the lacy curtains, the quilt he was on and even some of the plush animals he had pushed out of the way before he stretched out on the bed.

The color was not surprising since the room in question belonged to Brittany Miller who took the concept of 'pretty in pink' to an extreme. She had the same regard for her group the Chipettes as Alvin had for the one he belonged to. She was the star and her 2 sisters were her backups.

She was also talking about her favorite subject, herself. Fortunately neither of their ego's needed anyone to actual listen to their speeches to be satisfied.

Brittany was currently adding to the pink in the room as she attempted to select an outfit for an event she was attending. Alvin watched and became fascinated with her changes. She would go to a huge pile of boxes, all of which bore the label of 'Timeless Outfitters', a costume company that specialized in historical costumes.

She would then, step behind the dressing screen to change, emerging from the other end with a different outfit on. To Alvin it was like watching a time machine in action, as she would emerge a glamorous woman from a different era.

But it seemed no era's fashion satisfied her. Each new outfit was quickly scanned in her full-length mirror. She would first say how great she looked in it but then she would start into its faults and why it'd be a problem for her to wear.

Each box was labeled with its time period from the 1920's to the present.  Her latest one showed she had reached the 1960's. Brittany was a resplendent in a VERY short mini-dress and go-go boots. A quick look in the mirror had her satisfied, for a second at least. Showing off her lovely legs would be nice.

"No way am I going to wear this?" She blurted out in a disgusted voice.

"I'd be showing my panties more than a Japanese cartoon." So back to the boxes and a quick change and she emerged as a disco diva from the 70's in a gauzy gown and glittering high heeled sandals.

A quick trip to the mirror and some posing brought a smile to her face.

Followed by a frown, "Yech, all this polyester fabric is so itchy.  I'd spend the night fighting the urge to scratch."

Alvin was laughing now, and loud enough to break through to Brittany's little self-absorbed world.

"You're not helping me Alvin," she said with an angry growl. "I wanted your opinion on which outfit I look best in. This is a big event I'm going to.  I've been invited to the annual 'Retro Glamor Gala' a huge formal party where everyone comes dressed in movie star fashions from the past. Cheryl Van Ascot is organizing it, so you see why it's so important to me."

Now Brittany's concern made a lot more sense to Alvin. Cheryl was the 'big-girl-on-campus' at Bradford College, which the Chipette hoped to attend next year. Cheryl was rich, blonde, beautiful, and making friends with her guaranteed Brittany a place with the college 'in' crowd.

Alvin may have now understood why she was doing it but that did not mean he didn't find it amusing.

"Gee Brittany, you looked great in all the outfits, why did you complain about them so much?"  He asked.

Brittany fumed and Alvin could see she was frustrated by the search for the perfect outfit. Finally she answered with more than a little anger in her voice.

"Because every outfit I have tried on has had something about it that would make it troublesome.  I do not know how women wore these fashions and still looked so good in them." She continued, "they're horrible to wear!"

While he was a little concerned with her frustration, Alvin was enjoying it even more and could not resist taking a jab at her over inflated ego.

"Gee, the way you talk you'd think it was a major skill to just stand around looking pretty" he said with a smirk.

Brittany now grew visibly angry. "You men, you complain just because you have to put on a tie at a formal affair, you have no idea what we women go through to look beautiful."

He smiled and said, "yeah I'm sure it's a major problem to stand around while your date gets you everything and you complain how we don't compliment you enough."

As you may have guessed, these comments led to a major clash of two over-sized egos. It was a silly argument but neither one was going to let it drop.

Finally Brittany said, "Alvin, if you were a girl you would not last five minutes in one of these dresses."

Under any other circumstances the argument would have stopped there and they both would have a good laugh at how crazy an idea that was. Not these two though. Brittany was sure she had just made a fatal attack on his ego that he would never dare reply to. However Alvin's ego only heard a challenge that he could not do something and being Alvin's ego responded without thinking.

"I could wear any of those dresses the entire party with no trouble at all." He heard someone say. It took Alvin a moment to realize that HE had said it.

Now it was Brittany's turn to smirk. "Oh really" she purred "think your acting skills are up to being a glamour girl for a night?"  

She could see Alvin blushing as his mind, which was a second or two behind his ego, comprehended what challenge he had accepted. Brittany figured he'd just shot off his mouth and would be embarrassed enough to back down if she pursued the matter. So of course she did.

"Here's the bet," she said with a superior smile on her face. "I pick an outfit, you wear it to the party, you survive till 11 o'clock without anyone finding out your real gender "

Alvin was getting nervous and scared, but again his ego took control, "and what does the winner get?"

Brittany suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She picked up a costume catalog and brought it over to him.

"Loser has to be the winners' servant for a month AND when you're my butler you will dress the part too." She showed him a picture of a formally attired butler in white tie & tails.

"I can't wait to see you answering my door and greeting my guests.  I think I'll call you Jeeves," she said with a giggle.

Alvin gulped when he saw the outfit and almost backed out, till he saw something on another page of the catalog that brought a smile to his face.

"Okay Brittany, and when I win, you will be wearing this outfit."

She frowned as she saw that the catalog had a picture of a classic French maid complete with frilly apron, VERY short skirt with multiple frilly underskirts, gartered stockings that the skirt barely covered, feather duster and black spike heeled pumps.

"No maid really wears an outfit like that," she said.

"Mine will." He answered with a smile."

They both looked at each other and slowly they realized that this bet was insane. The idea of Alvin pretending to be a glamor girl, and Brittany selecting an outfit to challenge him was nuts. Each of them thought that it might have been best to back down and admit to their foolishness. Naturally, of course they shook hands and the contest was on.



Alvin entered his brother Simon's room and threw a bunch of odd shaped boxes marked 'Timeless Outfitters' on his bed.

"Simon, I need your help getting into a dress," he said bluntly.

After years of Alvin's crazy schemes Simon simply put down the project he was working on and said "okay."

"Aren't you even going to ask WHY I need help with a dress?" Alvin asked suspiciously

"Why should I Alvin, I always end up assisting you in your schemes anyway.  I figure by skipping all my questions and lectures it'll be over that much sooner and I can get back to my art class project" he said with an resigned smile on his face.

"Art project, huh?" Alvin's mind pondered the supplies Simon had out. An idea quickly formed. "What kind of project are you working on?"

"It's a monster mask I'm painting for an extra curriculum mark in art class."

"Say Simon, could you make a mask of a female face with that kit of yours?"  He asked.

Simon thought for a moment and answered "sure, but why do you need it and why are you going to wear a dress in the first place?"

Quickly Alvin brought his brother up to speed on his latest bet with Brittany.

Simon just sighed, knowing trying to talk Alvin out of anything was futile, and said, "all right, I'll help you." He said flatly.

"Oh you'll do more than help." Alvin answered, "You're going to be my date.  Brittany had two tickets which were supposed to be for her sisters, since they're out of town she gave them to me. I figure having a date will help me look more like a girl and also you can keep me in character if I mess up.  Not that a consummate actor like myself would need any help." Alvin said with pride.

Simon just shook his head wearily, but he was committed to helping Alvin in this latest crazy scheme.

"So, what era costume did Brittany select for you?"

"It's from the 40's; there was a big name designer from that time called Mr. Hell." Alvin explained.

Simon looked puzzled at that information, "who told you that?"

"Brittany did, that was the reason she called it the ensemble from hell when she handed it to me."

Simon shook his head wearily again and told Alvin to go take a shower. While he did that Simon started work on a simple face-mask for Alvin. By using a female mannequin head he had, Simon covered its front with a thin coating of liquid latex. He then set it aside to dry.

While Simon waited for the latex to dry he started opening the boxes to see what Brittany had picked out for his brother. Each box brought a frown and more head shaking.

Forty minutes later, Alvin finished his shower and came back into Simon's room with a towel wrapped around his waist.  

"Okay Simon, lets get going on my makeover."  He said with a cheery voice.

"This is insane Alvin, you're never going to pull off this female impersonation."

Alvin just smiled and told his brother not to worry.  "Acting a part is all about getting the right attitude." He reached down and moved the towel he was wearing higher so it covered his chest and in a soft feminine voice with a slight southern accent he added, "and getting Brittany into that embarrassing maids costume is giving me the right attitude, sugar." He added a fluttering of eyelashes to the end of the sentence.

Simon just shook his head and reached into a box.  "Do you have the attitude for this?"

He held up a strapless, black corselet with four garters dangling from its bottom and shaped like an hourglass. For a moment the smile left his face as he thought about having to wear it. Simon hoped that his brother was coming to his senses. He should have known better as Alvin quickly said no problem, let's get to it.  

Simon knew all too well the hopelessness of changing Alvin's mind at this point. Better to help him out and try to avoid a complete disaster. And if need be, duck and cover, when the disaster happens.

"All right Alvin start with this." Simon handed his stubborn brother a small cloth device.

Alvin recognized it as a dancer's gaffe, a device meant to keep dancers private parts from showing under tights. He frowned as he took it and slid it up his legs; he knew they were uncomfortable to wear but would be needed so that his glamor girl disguise did not have a bulge in the wrong place. Of course this was a good example of his sense of un- reality since the gaffe was likely to be the MOST comfortable thing he wore that night.

Next he unhooked the back of the corselet. Alvin then wrapped it around himself. At this point, he discovered that he could not hook it up in back.

"I'll need a little help with this Simon."  He said while turning his back to his brother.

A little help was putting it mildly. While Alvin was thin, this device was made for a woman's figure. Simon was able to get the top hooked around Alvin's chest with a little tugging and the bottom, which would fit on the top part of a woman's hips, also closed with a minor struggle. However, between those two areas there needed to be curves that the chipmunk did not possess, at least not yet.

The quest for an hourglass figure began as Simon used all his strength to pull the two sides of the corselet together. Each hook was more of a struggle as the device tried to give Alvin curves he was not meant to have. But the tough elastic fabric at last triumphed over nature. When the last hook was fastened the chipmunk's boyish body had been forced into a very feminine shape, but at what price? Alvin gasped for breath as the confining corselet prevented him from expanding his chest.

Watching his brother try to catch his breath Simon asked, "sure you don't want to give up this foolishness now?"

"No way will I let Brittany win."  He managed to say between panting for air. Leaning against a table he slowly got his wind back after discovering he could expand his chest upwards instead of outward.

Simon let out an exasperated sigh.  He opened a package in one of the boxes and unfolded a pair of sheer nylon stockings.

"Lift your leg Alvin and I'll get these on you."  He said as he rolled up the stockings as he had seen women do in the movies. Soon his brother's legs were encased in the soft material and Simon attached the stockings to the garters.

"Not bad," he said admiring the shapely results and quickly coming back to reality as he realized they were his brother's legs.  

Alvin had regained his breath and looked down at his nylon encased legs. He smiled, satisfied with their appearance

"But what about these?" he asked.

Simon looked where his brother was pointing, 'these' turned out to be the empty cups of the corselet's attached bra. Simon studied them for a moment and signaled he had a solution with a snap of his fingers. Grabbing some items from his desk he walked over to Alvin.

In a comic English accent he said, "please forgive me madam." and put his hands into the corselet's cups.

Alvin gave a startled "yipe" as he felt his brothers hands grabbing his chest"

"Uhm Simon, I know I look good but I am still your brother."

Simon blushed for a second as he realized what Alvin was implying.

"Don't flatter yourself Alvin." He said as he kneaded his brother's chest, "I'm just trying to move some of the body tissue compressed by the corselet into the bra cups."

Alvin watched fascinated as Simon managed to pull up some of his flesh from under the incredibly tight garment. Once free of confinement it settled in the cups producing small breast-like protrusions.

"Hmmm, not as impressive as I hoped" Alvin said.

Simon just smiled and produced some rounded silicon forms. He sprayed the insides with an adhesive and quickly fitted them over Alvin's chest and into the bra cups. Alvin shivered as the cold adhesive touched his flesh but smiled when he saw the results.  The forms filled out the cups which also hid them perfectly leaving only Alvin's own flesh showing and the illusion made him rather nicely stacked.

"Simon you're a genius!" Alvin said as he bounced up and down watching his new cleavage jiggle.

Simon smiled but thought to himself that there should be a better use for his intellect than giving his brother breasts.   

The last item to complete his female figure was a tight girdle, which Alvin wriggled into. This had pads sewn in which gave his hips and rear more feminine proportions. Simon had to admit that the curves Alvin's body now displayed was impressive, he might just pull this off. He also saw that it was getting late.

"Alvin, we better finish this up at the hotel.  There's no time for a dry run before the party."

Alvin nodded and quickly put on his regular clothes over the lingerie he had on as Simon gathered up the rest of the things they'd need for Alvin's transformation and his own tux.

"I'm telling you Simon this is going to be perfect" He exclaimed with confidence.

Simon still had his doubts, especially as he saw the 'A' on Alvin's shirt distorted by his brother's new female dimensions.  

As the two brothers passed the living room heading for the front door, a small voice caught them off guard.

"Where are you two going?" Theodore called out to them. He was sitting on the couch watching a cooking show on TV.

"Uhm, out" Simon answered quickly.

"Yeah, out, don't wait up" Alvin added before pushing Simon out the front door.

Before Theodore could ask any more questions, Alvin & Simon left the house. Looking out the window he saw them running to the car and driving off with a squeal of tires. Theodore shook his head. Would there ever be a time when he would understand his older brothers actions?

He also made a mental note to be more careful when doing the laundry, "looks like Alvin's shirt got all stretched out of shape."



Luck was with them as they made it to the hotel without meeting anyone. They also found a small storeroom that contained a table and a few chairs, just what they needed.

Alvin undressed down to his lingerie and they made a quick inspection to make sure everything was still in place and his stockings not damaged. Simon brought out a long silken slip, this would smooth out his brother's new feminine lines. He slipped it over Alvin's head, which giggled a bit as the soft material tickled his arms & shoulders.

"I think your face is ready for you to put on now." Simon said as he checked the mask he had made.

Alvin sat down and nodded in agreement. His brother then applied a special adhesive and then carefully started fixing the artificial skin mask to his face. Alvin felt the mask subtly molding his nose & face to produce a more feminine shape. Simon then used a special makeup to hide the edges of the mask.

"So far so good," he said, "now for some regular makeup.

He then started in making Alvin up as a glamor girl out for a formal evening. After what seemed an eternity for Alvin, Simon finally stopped working on his face with makeup brushes. Now he added the redheaded wig that Brittany had provided. It had been pre-styled so it only required a quick brushing.  

"Perfect!"  Simon cheered as he handed his brother a small hand mirror.

Alvin had to agree, the face that looked back from the mirror was the essence of 40's glamor.  The wig's 'peek-a-boo' hairstyle partially covered half of his new face in a most alluring fashion. Alvin blinked a few times fluttering the long artificial lashes he now wore and watched as the full red lips of the girl in the mirror formed a half hidden smile.

Time was growing short so Simon unzipped the evening gown. Carefully Alvin stepped into it then started to pull it up his new body shape. Despite the slick fabric of the slip it was still slow process. Alvin had to wriggle like a snake to get into the strapless dress. Finally it was at the proper level and Simon closed the short back zipper. It had been a struggle to get into the gown but from a disguise point it was worth the effort.

The tight, black, satin fabric showed off every one of Alvin's new curves. A perfect framework for the hourglass figure his body had been forced into. And the front was just high enough to show what little real cleavage he had but clung snugly to the padding and produced the illusion that fuller breasts were contained therein. Simon couldn't resist giving a wolf whistle at his brothers' new look Alvin, starting to get into character, smiled and blew his brother a kiss.

Simon knew he had better start getting into his tux to wear so he opened up the small accessories box and handed it to Alvin.

"You can put these on while I get dressed." He said.

While Simon changed his brother struggled with some clip-on style earrings. Finally Alvin got them on straight and almost wished he hadn't as the clips pinched his ears.

"They're gonna be the least of my problems." He muttered as he took a breath that the corselet fought letting in.

The next item in the box were some black satin gloves. He squeezed his hand into them and pulled them up his arm, and up and up and up. The tight gloves reached almost to his shoulder. After getting the other one on he buttoned the 2 buttons that closed them at the wrist. Not that easy since the gloves had been made for a delicate female hand and fit very snug.

But Alvin had to admit they did add to his starlet appearance and as he added a fake diamond bracelet, over them, he could not resist practicing some feminine hand gestures.  The final item was a choker necklace made from a band of black satin with a single fake diamond in it. Alvin fastened it around his throat and then adjusted it in the mirror.

Seeing how it hid his Adam's apple perfectly he said to himself, "I am gonna win this bet with no trouble.

Looking in the mirror he shook his head, then getting into character he purred in a soft feminine whisper. "I am going to win this li'l ole bet with no trouble."

As his cross-dressed brother was saying this, Simon came over to him while he finished tying his bow-tie, "well Miss VaVoom, I'm glad to see one of us has confidence in this loony plan."

This comment brought a frown to the fake female, which then changed to a puzzled look.

"Who's Miss VaVoom?" Alvin asked.

Simon straightened his tie in the mirror as he replied "Veronica VaVoom, a big name actress of the 40's known for her sexy roles, her signature outfit was a black satin outfit like the one you're wearing.

"Veronica VaVoom," Alvin slowly repeated, a smile came to his face. "I like it" he said "that will be my name for the night."

As he said this he pushed his brother away from the mirror and started posing in a very feminine way. Then he turned towards Simon and extended his gloved hand in a way that just begged for his date to take it and kiss it.

In a breathless, southern accented whisper that would delight any man 'she' said, "why hello Mr. Seville, I understand you are going to be my escort for tonight, I must say you are the handsomest li'l ole chipmunk I have ever seen.  Except for your brother Alvin of course."  She quickly added.

Simon sighed as he realized even imprisoned in a corselet and dress Alvin's ego was still active. Going along with the gag, he took his date's hand and gently kissed it, which instantly brought a laugh from them both of them.

Simon had to admit, Alvin did look the part. The gown appeared pretty much skin tight, and showed off an hourglass figure with all the proper curves. And enough cleavage peeked out from the top to convince anyone that what jiggled in her top was looked real.  He did notice one slight fault, however.

"Isn't that dress a little long on you?" Simon inquired.

"Oh yeah, the shoes should take care of that, would you get them for me Simon?"  He located the shoebox and was a bit startled by what he found.

"You sure you can handle these?" He asked as he held them up.

The shoes were some shiny black pumps with a pointed toe, but what worried Simon was the heels, pencil thin and about 4 inches high. Perfect for the outfit Alvin wore, but also perfect for someone not used to high heels to break his neck in.

But the new Veronica VaVoom wouldn't let anything stop her. "Why they'll be no problem at all for a lady to wear." 'She' said with a smile.

With a shrug Simon placed the shoes on the floor for his brother to step into. Or try to at least, even with the slippery stockings on Alvin could not get his feet in the shoes.

After some rather un-ladylike grunting & cursing he said, "Simon, could you give me a hand with these things?

With an assist from his brother, and a lot of pushing, Alvin's feet were finally squeezed into the shoes, which resulted in some more un-feminine mutterings as his toes were jammed into very tight pointed toe of the shoe.

Surprisingly Simon saw that his brother (and yes it was hard to think of him that way seeing him as Veronica) was able to balance atop the slender spike heels. Well with not TOO much wobbling at least.  Simon stood up and turned to check his hair in the mirror.

"Better be careful about breaking character, remember you have to stay acting as a girl all the time we're at the party tonight or you could lose your bet with Brittany."  Simon reminded his brother.

He turned back towards his disguised brother as 'Veronica's' soft-gloved arms wrapped around his neck and brought 'her' into a romantic clinch in Simon's arms.

Simon just gave a half smile and said, "don't overdo it Alvin."

His brother frowned and said, "I didn't mean to, it's this damn dress."

He then showed Simon that the long slinky evening gown was slinky from top to bottom; there was no slit in front or back to make walking easier. The long tight skirt restricted his steps so that when he had tried to walk over to Simon he had tripped with his first step.

This had to be some of Brittany's trickery, the gown had been designed to be sexy and glamorous looking for a film scene, but in that scene the wearer had never had to actually walk in the thing. The "ensemble from hell" she had called it, Simon wondered what other little traps were in it for Alvin. But his brother was too stubborn to give in.

"I'll show her just how much of a lady I can be." Alvin said as he straightened his wig and putting a gracious feminine smile on his masked face said to Simon, "lets get ourselves to that li'l ole party dear.

Simon, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst, put on a false smile of confidence and took his date's arm in his and walked out the door.   

It was a short walk from the storeroom where they had changed to the party but with Alvin hampered by the tight skirt & high heels it was a slow one too.  As they entered the party Simon immediately noticed that he and his 'date' were the center of attention. Well at least his date was. Alvin added to his spectacular female disguise by playing the sexy starlet to the hilt.

While the dress that Brittany had chosen for Alvin was not designed for easy movement, Alvin used that to his advantage. Adapting a slow, sexy walk that that had every man in the place (and a few women Simon noted) admiring Veronica's new feminine assets. 'She' quickly became the belle of the ball with several men trying to court 'her' favors.

Simon finally spotted Brittany wearing a sequined mini dress that he recognized as one of her stage costumes.  She looked pretty much the way she did when they did a concert. He was about to ask her why she did not dress up like a famous star, but then realized that was a question likely to generate a very dangerous response.

He was surprised to see her smiling as she watched his disguised brother flirting with some men.

He finally got the courage to ask, "Aren't you concerned about losing the bet?"

Alvin seems to be handling his disguise perfectly and even blew Brittany a kiss when he saw her looking at him.

"Oh it's early yet."  She answered and her smile turned into an evil grin as she waved back at Alvin.  

"And that outfit has some more traps built into it." She handed Simon a glass of punch "care to watch with me?"  

Since his date had pretty much abandoned him to show off he shrugged and settled in to watch.

Alvin was beginning to really enjoy all the attention of the men at the party. More precise, he was enjoying the sight of Brittany reacting as he easily captured their attention. He laughed to himself at how these guys were drooling over themselves at the supposed sexy female, not realizing she was a complete fake.

"I'm better at being a glamour girl than Brittany is."  He thought with a mental chuckle.

"All it takes to control these guys is a smile, an occasional light touch to their face, or arm." Alvin moved slightly to better show off his hourglass figure and ample bust line, "And a little feminine charm." He thought with another mental giggle.

He spotted Simon standing near Brittany sipping some punch as he watched his brother parading around with all the men.

"Poor dear," he thought, "his beauty queen date abandoned him and so he must settle for a runner up." This prompted another mental laugh.

Simon just smiled and even lifted his glass of punch towards his disguised brother in a toast. Alvin reached over to a nearby table to get the glass of punch one of his new admirers had gotten him in order to return the toast. Remembering to hold his glass with a light touch like a lady, he toasted Simon and the daintily took a sip.

"What lousy punch." He thought, "no flavor at all"

He then looked down and noticed that his hand was empty.

"What happened to my drink?" Alvin asked out loud.

Then he saw his glass still sitting on the table, he reached for it again and was amazed when his gloved hand again came up empty sliding right off the glass.

Brittany giggled as she watched the fake Veronica miss the glass a third time before finally abandoning the ladylike action and instead grabbing her glass tightly.

Simon turned to Brittany, "I take it that's one of the traps you had mentioned?"

Brittany replied with a satisfied smile, "yes, those gloves are made of a very slick material.  They will not grip anything very well, plus they're very tight on him."  

Keeping his cool and remembering he was supposed to be a lady, Alvin finally took a sip of punch.

"Kind of an odd taste," he thought as he drank some more.

Between sips he noticed some of his new admirers were looking at him strangely. A few even wandered off after making feeble excuses.

"Ah well, guess they figured they did not have a chance to capture the heart of such a beautiful woman as me." He thought. Alvin started another mental laugh at how well his disguise was working.

He turned to admire himself in a nearby mirror as he took another drink. It was then he discovered the source for the drinks odd taste and the reaction from his admirers. Each sip of his drink was first being strained through his peek-a-boo hairstyle! The mirror also revealed Brittany & Simon trying to hold in their laughter, and failing.

Quickly drying his hair off with a napkin Alvin decided it was time to show Brittany that he was still master (or should it be mistress) of the situation. He accepted a dance from one of the men still under his Veronica VaVoom disguise's spell.

"I'll really show them," he thought as his partner led him onto the dance floor.

The band started a slow dance and the man put his arm around Alvin's waist. Sneaking a quick peek to make sure his brother and Brittany were watching, Alvin turned on the heat., He snuggled close to his partner who smiled at how friendly his new girlfriend was getting. It took all his concentration to keep in step with his partner, the old cliché about 'backwards in high heels' being true. But Alvin was able to catch a look at his observers both of whom seemed shocked.

"Guess they never believed I'd actually dance with a guy." He thought with a mental laugh.

Actually they were shocked at where his partners' hand had ended up, right on the feminized chipmunks shapely rear. Of course Alvin didn't even notice this through the padding. At least until his partner gave a playful squeeze at the end of the dance, which brought a surprised look to Alvin's masked face.

"Lets sit the next dance out," Alvin said, not wishing to continue the close contact he seemed to be having.

Of course his date figured that meant his romantic advances were being accepted. So Alvin was momentarily confused when his male partner offered his arm. A quick glance at another couple gave him some guidance as the girl entwined her arm around her partners and walked with her body snuggled closely to his. Seeing Brittany and Simon looking his way Alvin knew what he had to do.

"The things I do to win a bet." He thought as he intertwined his gloved arm around his dance partner and snuggled close to him.

Seeing his brother and Brittany with surprised looks on their faces, Alvin added to the show by flashing a bewitching smile to his escort. His new date returned the smile and Alvin turned away in a shy manner. As he turned away from his partner, Alvin stuck out his tongue at Brittany & Simon.  

Brittany and Simon simply looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

As they walked to a nearby table his partner decided to properly introduced himself.
"I'm Dave by the way." He said.

This caused Alvin to flinch a little, "Uh, I'm Veronica" He responded tentatively.

Dave then offered to get some refreshments for them both. As he headed off to the buffet table, Alvin was ready for a much needed rest. The strain of staying in feminine character was getting to him. But mainly he just wanted to get off his feet, a night of balancing in the tight high heels had left them aching. He gratefully started to settle onto the folding chair, and was startled to find himself sitting on the floor.

"What the heck happened?" He asked himself as he stood up and brushed himself off. "I must have missed the chair," he thought.

No one had seemed to notice his fall so he tried again with the same result. He got up again and gave it one more try, slowly. This time he was able to catch himself before he fell and realized what the problem was. The slick fabric of the dress he wore, combined with the tight corselet that did not let him bend. When he tried to sit he had just slid right off the chair.

He looked over to see if Simon & Brittany had seen his tumble. At first he thought they had missed it because they were not in the spot they had been observing him from. But his relief turned to anger as he saw they had literally fallen over with laughter at his spill. .   

As usual whenever Alvin got mad he did something without thinking of the consequences.  When Dave returned with some punch and cake for them both Alvin shifted into total seductress mode.

With a soft purr in his voice he sat his date down. Then, after making sure his two observers were still watching he gracefully sat on Dave's lap.  As he had hoped, his date took the hint and wrapped his arms around Alvin's waist acting as a safety belt for 'Veronica'. Wanting to take it even further to show off, he proceeded to feed some cake to his new boyfriend. Then he relaxed and had some cake himself, as a reward to finally be able to get some relief from the high-heeled torture devices on his feet.

As Alvin rested on his dates lap he noticed the time. "Almost 11," he thought, "I've won the bet."

Dave, meanwhile, droned on with Alvin barely listening to his tale of love at first sight and finding his soul mate. Alvin just enjoyed his cake and threw an occasional 'yes' into the conversation.

Suddenly Dave stopped talking just after Alvin's last "yes, of course" contribution to the conversation. He started to move closer to Alvin who started to get uncomfortable with this latest intimacy.

Quickly Alvin tried to remember what had been said before. A single word popped into the disguised chipmunks mind, "Wait a sec, did he say something about marriage?"

Before he could form another thought Alvin found himself being kissed by his new fiancee. (Well technically it was the lips of his mask that were kissed) Dave stood up bringing Veronica back to her pained feet too.

Holding her gloved hands and gazing into her eyes, oblivious to the panic they seemed to show, he said, "You've made me the happiest man in the world.  Wait here while I make an important phone call."

Alvin's figured that this would be a great time to make his escape. He had to get out of here fast. As soon as he was gone Alvin walked a bit unsteadily over to Brittany and Simon, both of whom had seen the kiss and were shocked at it.

Simon was the first to speak, "what was that all about?"

Alvin was silent for a second then slowly said, "Uhm, its this way, that is, well...I think I'm engaged."

Simon just covered his face with his hand and slowly shook his head. Brittany on the other hand was laughing so much she could barely breathe.

When she recovered her breathe she said "I offer to set up a bridal shower, and help you choose a wedding gown, Oh one more thing, just between us girls, are you planning to wear white?"

Alvin was about to respond with a rather nasty comment to Brittany when a beautiful girl walked over to them. She was dressed in the costume Marilyn Monroe had worn to sing "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend" except she wore more diamonds than Marilyn did then.

"Brittany darling," she purred, "so glad you could make it, sorry I haven't been by to talk but I have just been so busy tonight looking after things.  Could you introduce me to your friends?"

Brittany regained her composure, "Cheryl Van Ascot, these are my friends Simon Seville and Al-ahem, I mean Veronica VaVoom, Cheryl is the woman who organized this event."

Sensing a chance to taunt Alvin a little more she added, "Veronica just got engaged tonight."

Cheryl smiled, "congratulations Veronica, Dave will make a wonderful husband."

Seeing the trio shocked that she knew who Veronica was engaged to Cheryl explained.

I have been keeping an eye on Veronica all night, her outfit looked so perfect. I saw how much trouble she had with it and also saw how she survived it all with grace, charm and good humor. "Veronica, if you're interested, we're having a little get together at the country club next weekend, I'd love for you to meet some of my classmates from Bradford College"

"Oh... Thank you, no, I have so many plans to make."  Veronica quickly said.  "In fact I may just drop out of sight for awhile to get myself back to normal, but dear friend Brittany would love to go.  She is hoping to attend Bradford next year."

Brittany's eyes lit up as she heard what Alvin was doing for her.

Cheryl smiled, "why we'd love to have Brittany join us, any one who is a friend of a proper young lady like Veronica is bound to be Bradford material."

"Oh Veronica, before I go, let me give you the card for my private dressmaker, she is an absolute wiz at making wedding gowns." Cheryl reached into her purse and pulled out a small card and handed it to Alvin. The card slipped out of his gloved hands and fluttered to the floor.

"I'll get it."  The disguised boy said.

He quickly bent over to pick the card up. As he bent down he received a painful reminder of the tight gown and corselet he was wearing. Not only that he also received a strange sound, like a violin string being plucked.  When Alvin stood up again he noticed everyone staring at him.

His hourglass figure started to come undone. There appeared to be so much pressure on the dress now that it looked like something inside was trying to escape. Simon understood what was about to happen and ducked behind a table.

With a loud pop, Alvin's corselet exploded taking the gown with it. Pieces of fabric scattered everywhere. When Simon looked up from his hiding place he saw Cheryl and Brittany covered with remnants of Alvin's gown, worse yet each was wearing one of his breast forms as a hat.

Alvin was left in stockings, high heels, gloves, panties and no wig.  His mask had stayed on so no one would recognize him at least. Simon took off his coat, wrapped it around his brother and both of them headed out of there as fast as possible.

As they went out they passed Dave whom was still at a payphone. He had witnessed the explosion. In fact Alvin's wig had landed on the phone.

With a stunned but calm expression he spoke to the woman at the other end. "Never mind trying to reach my mother operator, could you please try my psychiatrist's number?" he said.

Meanwhile Cheryl & Brittany still stood with breasts on their heads. Brittany was the first to speak.

"So what time should I be at the country club?" She asked innocently as she carefully pealed the breast off her head and daintily let it drop to the floor..

The look on Cheryl's face banished all thoughts of the country club AND Bradford College from her mind.


Brittany fumed in her room; she hated to wait, "isn't he ready yet?" She demanded.

Simon emerged from another bedroom, "okay, he's done, I still think this is unfair though, he was just supposed to be your butler for a month."

"Oh no." Brittany answered with a smile, "the exact agreement was he would be my 'servant' for a month, and servants wear what their bosses decide they should wear."

She then rang a silver bell, which is a pre-arranged signal for Alvin to enter. Even knowing how his brother was suffering in this getup, Simon had to laugh. Alvin entered dressed in the tightest, shortest French maid dress Brittany could find, his legs encased in net stockings and his feet stuffed into skyscraper heels he could barely balance on. Brittany suppressed a giggle at the sight of Alvin dressed this way.

"Bring me some writing paper 'Alvette', I need to send for some college catalogs."

"Okay," he said but a frown from Brittany made him realize his mistake. "Oui mademoiselle Brittany."

Brittany gave a quick "ahem" letting him know he had forgotten something.

With a sigh Alvin took his short skirt edges between his index finger and thumb. As dainty as he could Alvin added a curtsy. Unfortunately the high heels he wore threw his balance completely off and he ended up flat on his face.

Simon and Brittany both managed a sympathetic look for an entire second before both burst out laughing at the sight of Alvin sprawled on the carpet showing just how much lace was underneath the uniforms skirt.

"It's gonna be a looooooong month." Alvin muttered.

An fun Chipmunks story written with the assistance of Raven Child.
She also did a great pic for this which is on my TGtoons site
and in my gallery here [link]

Its always fun to use Alvins ego and competitive urge with Brittany against him
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I awoke the next morning, hoping that all I've been through yesterday was some sort of horrible dream. I looked down and saw that I was still wearing a pink princess nightie in a pink princess room with my hair in a ponytail. I got up, put on the pair of matching princess slippers and dressing gown that was on the side. I headed downstairs for breakfast, Louise and Melissa were both sat at the table having cereal. "Good morning Philip how are you this morning?", "Not too bad, but it would be nice to be wearing my own clothes". "Thats sad to hear, but I've got some good news for you today..." My eyes lit up as I was starting to think we could be going shopping. "Your going to have someone to play with! My niece I was telling you about is coming over for the day and I told her you can spend the day with her". Great the last thing I wanted was a girl coming over to spend the day with while wearing her clothes. I sat down and began to eat my cornflakes.

Just moments after I finished my breakfast the front door opened and in walked a young girl probably around 12 years old. She was wearing a frilly yellow dress with a yellow head band through her hair. She was slightly bigger than the average 12 year old and had almost the exact same body shape as myself. "Abby this Philip who  I was telling you about, he's agreed to spend the day with you, why don't you to go upstairs and have some fun". Abby smiled at me and grabbed my hand "come on let's get you dressed", she said as she lead me up the stairs and brought me into her room.

I was sat down on the bed and Abby began to search through the wardrobe. "We are going to have so much fun together, *Gasp* how about this dress?" She held out a yellow dress identical to the one she was wearing, "I thought we could both dress the same like we were sisters", "I'm not so sure Abby is there not anything else I could wear?". "You'll wear what I tell you to! And you'll speak when I tell you to speak little missy!" She snapped, "I have been told that you will be playing with me today and that you must do everything I want to do, and I want you to be my sister! Now take off my nightie and put this dress on!". I was in complete shock and felt quite intimidated by her, I slowly took the nightdress off leaving me completely naked. In a almost caring way Abby helped pull the yellow dress over my head and zipped it up at the back, she handed me a yellow pair of panties followed by some white tights. I was also handed some yellow slip on shoes, she sat me down on a chair at the makeup desk and started to play with my hair and apply makeup. After a few minutes Abby stepped back to admire her work, "You look perfect! You are now officially my new sister!" She span the chair around so I could see myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I was looking at in the mirror, I looked just like a girl and surprisingly similar to Abby. She put my hair up in pigtails tied with yellow ribbons and gave me pink lipstick, yellow eyeshadow and mascara which made my eyelashes look long and delicate.

As I was staring in disbelief at myself Abby had put her hair in pigtails just like mine. "Your new name is Emily, you will only answer to it and be my little sister for as long as I'm around", "Your crazy". Abby frowned, she got up and grabbed my arm she twisted it behind my back. "Listen! You are my sister! And you are a girl now! Got it!?", I tried to struggle but Abby had full control over me. "Now look in the mirror, what do you see?......WHAT DO YOU SEE?" ......"Emily", "Good Girl".

School is over and your parents are going away, for the week your to stay with Louise (A friend of your mothers). Unfortunately as you arrive at Louise's house you realise you've left your bags, leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your back......

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I was getting bored. Kristen and I were watching a movie at her house. She was enjoying the movie, but I couldn't care less about Brad's latest sex flair. Then she sighed.

"Whats wrong?"

"Oh... nothing."

"Tell me"

"I just don't understand where this is going."

"Where what is going?"

"Us! Where is this relationship headed? We just watch movies on Friday nights and text. Do you even love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you! Where is this coming from?"

I was getting nervous, I didn't know why she suddenly was in a temper tantrum, but I was afraid it was going to end with the end of our relationship, and I didn't want that.

"Its coming from the fact that we never have any fun! Why don't we have fun like we used to?"

"Well, we can have fun! What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, just something we could both enjoy together!"

"This is obviously coming from somewhere, what is it that you were thinking about?"

"Ok well there is one thing that I wanted to try.... but I'm not gonna tell you what it is."


"I want it to be a surprise! Ok sit down in that chair over there."

I sat down in one of her big cushiony chairs. It always made you sink about half a foot into the cushions.

"Ok, do you promise you will go along with this?"

"You didn't tell me what it is we were doing."

"So is that a no?"

I was willing to do anything to save the relationship.

"No, its a yes. I'll do what you want."

She looked absolutely giddy.

"Yay! Ok, wait here!"

She came back with some black leather thing.

"Stand up!" she said with a smile.

I stood up and she turned me around, then she told me to put both my hands behind me back and clasp my fists together. I did. She took the black leather thing, and slid it up both my arms. Then she did something I couldn't see, and told me to try to move my hands. But I couldn't. My hands were tightly stuck inside the leathery object. I looked into the full length mirror that they had in their living room, and I saw with horror what she had put on me. It was a black, leather mono-glove arm binder. I couldn't move my arms at all. Then suddenly, she pulled out a knife from the kitchen, and started to cut off all of my clothes and underwear. Soon, I was completely naked in front of Kristen.

"He he and now for the fun part!"

"What are you doing!?"

"Uh uh uh! You said you would go along with it! Now where did I put my... oh! Here it is!"

She had a pink corset in her hand, and she walked over to me, and fitted it around my torso. Then she pulled the string super tight, until I couldn't breathe, and then she started tying the laces together, until she let go and I was completely suffocated. Then she got a chair and hung a thick piece of rope from the ceiling fan. The string had a hook on the end of it, and I was afraid of where this experience was headed. She placed a pink lacy neck brace around my neck, and then she stood me on the chair. hen she hooked the neck brace on to the rope, and pulled the chair away. It didn't break my neck, because the neck brace was covering a large area of my bones. But I was just hanging there, completely vulnerable, only able to swing my legs around wildly. I was at about her height, my feet inches from the ground. Then she pulled out a pink pair of panties and slipped them on me. It felt silky smooth, and somewhat comforting, but at the same time constricting; they kept my dick firmly in place. Then she grabbed multiple rolls of duct tape, and started to roll it around my body. She started at the top of my shoulders, and rolled it around the torso and arms. She continued to go around and around me with the tape as she moved farther down my body. Shen she got to my butt, she grabbed both of my legs and pulled them back behind me, so they were pointing straight up at the ceiling. My lower legs were parallel with my upper legs, and she started to wrap tape around them too! Once she was done, I was completely covered in silver tape, and about 2 feet shorter then normal, as I lost all the height of my lower legs.

"What is the point of this!?" I screamed

"Oh, you'll see soon enough!"

She pulled out the scissors again, and cut a hole in the front and the back of the tape-suit she had created.

"These are holes so you can go to the bathroom."

"What?! You're just going to leave me here forever!?"

"Not quite... he he he"

Then she had these plastic arms and legs. She used super glue to glue them onto my now wormlike body. Once the glue was dry, and it wasn't possible to take off the plastic limbs, it looked like I was human again, a Human wearing an ugly gray speedo. Then she glued a plastic doll mask onto my face. It was already made up with tons of heavy makeup. It was smiling and had a small hole in the mouth. She grabbed a large petticoat and put it on me. Then she fitted another corset on, and then a bra, which she stuffed with multiple large socks. I was turing into a girl. Then she took a large fluffy pink  lacy dress and put it on me, and zipped it up in the back. Then she put a little bit of glue on the zipper. Then she took a giant blonde wig and glued it on to the top of my head. The wig was even complete with a pink bow.

"He he! I think you're done! Look!"

She put the mirror in front of me, and I looked, horrified, at what she had made me. I looked like I was a life sized doll. Then, completely unexpectedly, I felt a large sharp pain in my shoulder.


"Just one last final touch... This is a paralyzer. You will not be able to move at all. Not your head, or you neck, or your body... forever."

I could feel it kicking it, I felt a tingling sensation running down my boy. And then nothing. I couldn't feel anything. She unhooked me from the ceiling, and cleaned up the room after setting me down against the cushions sitting up so I could watch her. Then she Picked me up and carried me upstairs to her room. She but me on top of a tiny, pink fluffy training toilet that was built into the floor of her room.

"You will be sitting her for the rest of your life. I have a feeding tube, and will be feeding you twice a day through it. You can still go to the bathroom, so thats why you're sitting here. I will empty the toilet once a day, and you will sit here and look pretty for anyone who comes into my room! I hope you like it here! You'll be staying for a while!"

She walked to the doorway, turned out the light, blew me a kiss, and shut the door. It was dark, and I got lonely, but I couldn't move. I was stuck as a doll forever.
Based off of Doll Assembly Instructions by Xanderchan

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Chapter 1 : A New Beginning.

A quiet evening in Kanto region, at the sound of a rumbling washing machine, a single mother is reminiscent of her son's exciting adventures as a Pokemon Master, Delia is looking through the basement window. The sky is bright since the rain has stopped. It's been raining all day, she couldn't hang the clothes outside.

As she fold her son's favorite shirt she remembers when he was traveling the world in search for all Pokemon with his little Pikachu and competing in the leagues. She finishes to fold clothes that was hung in the basement all day, lift the basket and goes upstairs.

As she head to her son's bedroom she notices that it's pretty silent. It's too early for him to go to bed already and he would have told her if he had left. She sneaks a peek in the room, but she does not see him. She moves in and notices a few clothes lying around and the closet door open. Nothing unusual for her messy son and she goes to close the door when she's drops the basket, startled by a movement inside, her surprised son...
"Ash!?" she yells as she sees her son wearing some girl's lingerie. Just as confused, not knowing where to hide, Ash replies : "M...Mom? I can explain!".
- No!

Ash stuns by his mother's sharp reaction. Delia pauses for a moment, she's clearly trying to sort out her thoughts and says: "There's only one thing a mother can do in this situation."
- B..but..

Delia forcefully grabs Ash's wrist and pull him out of the closet, drag him down to the living room, looks for her keys and purse. She turns to Ash with a frown.
- We have to go shopping for girl's clothes.
- W...wait! What? I can't go out like that!

Delia look at her son noticing he's still in lingerie. She blushes and drag him in her room.

She opens the door of her closet, throws out some of her clothes on her bed. Ash blushes at the idea his mom may want him to wear her clothes and was about to comment that they are probably too large when she pulled out a box slightly covered in dust.

Delia appeared so focused at the box that Ash tried slip away. She turned to her son and clearly said : "Stay right there, young lady!". Ash froze and it took a full minute as his mother was browsing her box to notice that she called him 'Young lady'.

"Knew I still had it." Ash pops out of his confusion, his mom pulls out a cute soft blue dress from the box. "I bought this at a lovely stall during Princess Day in Cerulean City." She moves over to Ash and lay the dress over him with a satisfied smile. "It is the perfect size. Lift your arms."

Ash suddenly felt in another dimension and before he knew it he also had his blond wig on, with his mom smiling at him, sitting in the bus heading to the city.

Read chapter 2 : Ashley, I choose you!
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Ash yawned heavily as he wandered the town. He and his friends, Dawn and Brock had stopped off to pick up some supplies, but there was no gym here nor any decent Pokemon trainers. He was bored out of his skull.

As Ash sauntered along the pavement, a bright pink neon light caught his attention. Glancing up, he saw the flashing words: Salon Rockét.

Salon Rockét... that sounded familiar to him somehow. Deciding to check it out and see if there's anything suspicious, Ash opened the door and headed in.

"Ah, this is hopeless..." wailed Jessie, seated in one of the salon chairs. "Who's bright idea was it to use this idea again?"

"We don't have a choice, Jessie." her partner, James, explained. They were both disguised as stylists, both wearing glasses and black shirts. Jessie wore a red skirt and black high heels while James wore red trousers with black shoes. "You know we need money somehow."

Meowth scoffed from his position behind the cash register. "Yeah, but we ain't gettin' any customers. So fat lotta good it's gonna do us."

As if on cue, the three of them heard the bell from their door and immediately stood up straight, the words "a customer!" ringing in their heads. However, the three of them were horrified to see a familiar face and quickly ducked out of sight.

"It's the twerp!" hissed Jessie.

"What're we going to do, he's sure to recognise us!" sobbed James, already crying a river.

"Just keep yer traps shut, and maybe he'll leave..." whispered Meowth.

"Um... hello?" Too focused on arguing, Team Rocket failed to notice Ash had discovered them.

"AAAH!" the trio screamed, jumping away. In there minds, they all thought a collective "busted!"

"Hey... do I know you three?" The three rocketeers blinked. He didn't recognise them? They'd always known he was dense but this...

James was first to act.

"Ah, young man, welcome to Salon Rockét!"

As soon as he said that, Jessie immediately dragged him back over by his ear.

"James, WHAT do you think you're DOING? Get rid of him; he'll realize it's us eventually!"

"Jessie, think about it; he doesn't recognise us. At least not at the minute. Let's take advantage of this..." he grinned evilly as his glasses gained a sinister glint. "Let's show him exactly what we do at Salon Rockét."

Jessie blinked for a moment, before grinning as well. "I get it..."

Ash watched them both giggle creepily from their corner. As if looking for an answer, he looked at Meowth.

"Uh.... Meowth!" shouted the cat Pokemon, leaping back to the cashier desk and curling up on the seat."

"Huh..." muttered Ash. "Guess I was wrong..."

"Oh, good sir!" practically squealed Jessie. "Welcome to Salon Rockét!"

"Wonderful news, young man!" cried an almost-giddy James. "As a prize, I'm proud to announce that you've won a makeover, absolutely free!"

Ash gulped, for some reason images of his adventures in Celadon filling his mind. "Eh... n-no thanks..." he stammered as he inched towards the door; he failed to notice Jessie slink in behind him.

"Oh, but we INSIST!" she shouted, as she booted him in the back onto one of the salon chairs. Meowth, realising his cohorts plans, pressed a button hidden under his desk. Immediately, metal bonds shackled Ash's arms and legs to the chair, preventing him from getting up.

"H-hey! Wh-what is this?" he demanded, struggling futilely against his bonds.

Jessie chuckled as she switched the sign to "CLOSED" and both she and James through off their disguises.

"Prepare for trouble!"
"And make it double!"
"To protect the world from devastation."
"To unite all peoples within our nation."
"To denounce the evils of truth and love."
"To extend our reach to the stars above."
"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"
"Meowth, that's right!"

"You're Team Rocket!" shouted Ash.

"Got that right, twerp!" chuckled Meowth. "And this time, we gotcha right where we wantcha!"

"But don't worry, dear," smiled Jessie with false sincerity. "You'll still get that makeover we promised you." Her smiled shifted to menacing. "Whether you like it or not! You humiliated us so many times, well now it's our turn to humiliate you!"

"Ooh, what should we do first, what should we do first!?" asked an excited James, jumping from one foot to another.

"Meowth!" roared Jessie, the same demonic smile on her face. "You know what to do!"

"Gotcha!" the talking cat affirmed as he leapt at their prisoner, rapidly clawing away with Fury Swipes. Ash was unharmed, but the result shredded his clothes, leaving him in nothing but a pair of white briefs.

"Now then..." grinned Jessie as she loomed over her captive. "James, Meowth! Let's start the fun part!"

"Yes ma'am!" they chorused, standing to attention and saluting, as all three of them immediately got to work.

Leaning the chair back so that Ash was now facing the ceiling, Jessie and James both began to apply heavy makeup to the young trainer's face. Lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, and a host of other cosmetics that Ash didn't know nor recognise. Meanwhile, he could feel that Meowth had set about giving him a manicure, gluing false nails to each finger and filing them to a point before applying nail polish.

After what felt like hours, the three felons finally finished, and adjusted Ash's seat so he was sitting upright and could see their work. And his eyes widened in horror upon seeing his reflection.

Full, black eyelashes that curled upwards. Pale green eyelids that emphasized his brown eyes. Smooth, flawless cheeks with a cute blush. Full, pink and pouty lips. Looking down at his hands, he saw a bright pink inch-long talon on the end of each finger.

Ash actually looked like a girl! And the worst part was, despite this he was still recognizable to anyone who knew him.

"Aren't you just gorgeous?" Jessie's voice snapped him out of his brief shock. "I'm sure all the boys are gonna LOVE your new look!"

Grinning, she pressed a button on the underside of his seat, releasing him from his bonds. The made-up boy tried to make a break for it, but Jessie and James grabbed him before he could, and the child's struggles were futile against the two twenty-something-year-olds'.

"Time to get you dressed, sweetie!" sang Jessie as she and her partner began to walk their victim through to the back room. "We have some Pikachu panties that'll look just DARLING on you!"

"And I think I have the perfect outfit in mind, too!" grinned James.

"I got an idea!" Meowth chimed in. "How about we get some glue, to make sure da twerp gets to enjoy his new outfit for a looong time!"

"Excellent idea, Meowth!" squealed Jessie. The poor boy was helpless as he was marched into the next room for the final phase of his transformation.


"Where could he be?" sighed Dawn, as she continued to look around. Ash had went out for a walk, but he hadn't returned in two hours, so she and Brock decided to try looking for him. She turned to the former Gym Leader. "She anyth...."

She stopped mid-sentence upon spotting Brock attempting to woo a young woman, just a little distance away.

"Oh, beautiful fair maiden!" he announced, getting stares from everyone around. "You need not fear the cold grip of lonliness anymore! For I, your Rosenkavalier, have arri-URK!" Brock doubled over in pain as his Croagunk removed its poisoned fingers from his stomach.

"Croagunk..." it sighed, shaking its head.

"Sorry about that..." giggled Dawn, as Croagunk dragged its master away. She looked over the young woman. Her outfit consisted of an elegant, pale green dress with plenty of white frills. A wide-brimmed hat of the same colour with a large white bow on one side was pulled down to hide her face, and Dawn could see white high heels peeking out from just under her skirt. The girl was clearly a Lady trainer judging from her outfit, though she did seem a little bit strange. It was the fashion among Ladies to have long blonde hair, but this girl had short, shaggy black hair. Not to mention she had a noticable tan.

Dawn stopped questioning the girl's fashion choice when she noticed that she was nervously trying to inch away.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dawn asked, concerned. The Lady, however, broke into a run to try and get away.

"Hey, wait!" Dawn shouted as she began to chase after her. She didn't have far to go, as the Lady was clearly inexperienced in high heels and tripped, falling very ungracefully to the ground. Her hat flew away in the fall, prompting a "No!" from her, in a very familiar voice.

"H-hey, are you okay?" Dawn asked, as she approached the "Lady" to help her. As soon as she got a good look at "her" face though, she had to take a step back in surprise.


The second in the New Look series.

Ash discovers a beauty salon run by two familiar individuals and their pet Meowth. When he decides to check it out, however, they decide to give him a 'complimentary' makeover.

Out of my four original stories, I personally feel this one's the weakest. I can't quite place my finger on it, but there's something I don't like about it. I feel that Sonic's New Look and the two succeeding this one were much stronger. But either way, what's done is done, though I might remake this one some other time.

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"Finally!" Ben shouted, "It's Halloween!"

    Ben loved Halloween (and who doesn't?). It was the time of year where he would get to show off his amazing, almost exact, costumes of many different people and creatures that he's done. He was most known for his Van Helsing costume, which almost got the police involved because of the trench coat. Regardless, he has a knack for costumes.

    This year, he was going to go a little more 'child friendly' with costumes. He's decided to base his costume off of a cartoon called 'Ben 10'. He realized the irony and such behind both of their names, but he's been watching the show recently and found it rather entertaining and awesome. So, he went to work on perfecting his costume. It didn't take much, though; it was a simple shirt and jeans with an iconic wrist watch that only fans would know.  He had a week before Halloween, but the chances of finding a watch by this time are quite slim, but he's willing to try to find one.

    After school, he asked his mom if he could go to some stores to find a watch that matched his outfit. The first stop was Toys 'R' Us. He wandered the great isles of shelves, checking quickly for the green watch. Sadly, with no avail, he couldn't find one. He was about to leave the store when he noticed one in the far back of the shelf as if it hasn't been touched in an extremely long time. He reached back and grabbed the casing: it was the last 'Ben 10' watch. But, there was something off about it. The casing felt cold, metallic cold and the watch itself looked relatively real itself. Was this some sort of special edition? He took the box to the front register.

The cashier looked at the box with wide eyes, "My, I didn't know these existed anymore!"

"What?" Ben asked, confused.

"Well, a couple of years ago, they had made legitimate 'Ben 10' watches. Real metal and everything; high quality stuff!"

"Wow... What happened?"

"There were only about 10 ever made because of the resources drained it took just to make one. Surprisingly, they were even given away for free."

"So... will you be willing to stick with that deal, then?"

The cashier thought for a couple of seconds, "Yea, I'll do it. After all, you did find the last one." He winked at him and handed the box over to Ben.
Ben's mom drove him home while Ben eyeballed the metal casing with wide eyes. "This was the last edition." He told his mom.

"What do you mean?"

"This was a special limited edition 'Ben 10' watch that was made with real metal! I got the last one!"

"Cool!" She acknowledged with an 'impressed' tone and turned a head to show that emotion.

    They arrived home and Ben ran into the house with excitement, wanting to open this special watch that he'd just acquired. He ran up to his bedroom and got some scissors, cutting plastic bands and prying open the case to slide out an aluminum plate with the watch prestigiously mounted on a molding, similar to a pedestal. He carefully removed the watch off of the plate and held it up in the light, close to his eyes.

"Wow...!" He whispered.

    The watch was really legitimate: it was indeed metal, and quite light to add. According to the back of the box, it even lit up! The light bulb inside the thing must have been powerful to match the shine from the show itself.. He wanted to try it on and play with it, but it was late and he wanted to get some sleep.

    To his surprise, the next day was Saturday. It kind of shocked him that he'd lost track of the days, but he didn't mind, it was the weekend and he got all the time he wanted to play with his new toy. He freshened up first before playing with a watch that could cost thousands. As he was slipping it onto his wrist, he thought for a second: was it going to withstand constant abuse of his hand slamming the top? After all, that's what he had to do, from what the instructions on the back of the box said. Then, the watch grew tighter on his skin as it compressed itself closer to his skin, almost merging with his skin itself. It kind of hurt, but he blamed himself for having such a big arm.

"Alright... Let's do this..." He raised his arm and slammed the watch. The band made a noise and the light shone to blinding proportions. After a few seconds, the light died down, but nothing was different of him.

"Hmph, figures..." He mumbled in a deflated tone. After all, the thing was just a replica, at most.

    And it wasn't like he could take off the thing anyways, it was practically his skin, now! But, he still tried to take it off. Upon grabbing the black wristband, he noticed that his skin was a tad lighter, kind of like there was barely any coloration to his skin anymore. He assumed that it was starting to cut off circulation, but it felt normal. Soon enough, the lightness of the skin started to spread along his arm, and eventually, his entire body. Was this watch real?
    Ben realized that he was indeed turning into something. When he sat down on his bed, he shrunk a little. Nothing superfluous, but just enough to notice. Then again, he was probably just imagining things, what with all the hype. He waited a little more to see what other changes would happen and to see what kind of creature he would turn into. Small changes, like his hands slimming, occurred and a few more to add. Next, his legs were becoming more shapelier and almost feminine, to Ben's eyes. He couldn't place it, but he had the feeling that he was changing into something else...

    His hair was next to change. He assumed that it was going to be some sort of armor for whatever he was changing into, but instead, it just grew a couple of inches down.

"Long hair?" He question, holding a piece out. As he looked at the piece, the brown hair that was his quickly dyed itself to a nice red. Again, he grew excited, thinking it was going to be something epic, but it turned out to be regular hair.

    He didn't realize what was going on. So, he moved to the mirror in his bed room to review the changes that had happened so far. Apparently, his face had changed to a girl's and his body was beginning to match those changes. Ben was turning into a girl.

"No, no, no, no, no..." He quickly said, backing away from the mirror. "This can't be happening. I thought I was going to turn into something cool, not this... girl!"

    He looked at the wristband again and slammed it once more, making the light brighter than the sun itself. Nothing happened, he was still changing. As a matter of fact, that only sped up the changes! He slammed it again, trying to make it stop, but it only pushed on the changes.

    His lower abdomen was shrinking so fast, he was almost brought down by his knees from the sudden pressure he'd just endured.

    His body continued to feminize itself further: his muscles had faded away into nothingness while most of his other body adapted to the changes. He couldn't take it much more, his body was taking on so many changes at once, Ben actually passed out.
"Sweetie?" Ben's mom was heard as well as his dad.

"I think she must have passed out from the excitement..." His dad said.

Wait, she? Ben was a boy; where were his parents getting that from? "Look, she's waking up!"

    Ben opened his eyes to find both of his parents staring intensely at him, worried to death. He looked down only to find himself a herself. Ben was a girl now.

"Gwen, honey, are you okay?" Her mom asked, placing a hand on her forehead.

"Yea, I'm fine... But, my name's Ben..." She spoke weakly.

"No, you're name is Gwen, you wanted to go as Ben for Halloween. I don't know if you're up to par, though. I mean, you passed out from excitement from that wristband you bought yesterday." Her mom pointed over at the dresser with the wristband off.

"Actually... I think I'm going to go as Ben's cousin." She announced, still weak.

Her mom smiled, "That's fine, honey, but just take it easy from now on." Her parents left the room.

    It turns out, the wristband she had gotten wasn't the same from the show. In fact, it was a gender changer! The only reason why she was who she was was because her name was 'Ben' and it assumed that it was the real Ben. She didn't care; she now had a more open selection as to what she can go for Halloween this year.
For copyrights: Ben 10 is owned by Cartoon Network. I don't take credit nor do I own any of the names used from the show itself. I do not own nor take credit for the picture used, either.

This is my Halloween themed story! I know, it's not Halloween yet, but why not get it out in the mean time :P.

This was the most painstaking story I have written, mainly because I felt tired and couldn't finish it for a couple of days. Also, had closed the story multiple times without saving, so, you can only imagine how annoying and aggravating it was :L, which also explains how short and under detailed it is. So, sorry!

Also, if anything seems off, I'm still getting used to this new submission page because I'm beta testing :P.

Other than that, enjoy! :D
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"Well, my adorable, ticklish brother, it's time for your annual tickling!" Jazz announced.
Danny gulped nervously. "J-Jazz, do we really have to do this every year?" he asked with a
note of terror in his voice. "It's tradition, dear brother. Follow me to the basement."
Jazz said, anticipating the torture she'd be able to inflict on her brother. Danny sighed,
resigned to his inevitable fate. He walked downstairs with Jazz following with the Fenton
Fisher to make sure he didn't try escaping. The basement had been redecorated; now it was
covered in tickle tools and bondage devices. Danny made his way over to the gray table that
was resting by the far wall. He lay down on top of it, and the cuffs snapped his arms and
legs into place. He watched as Jazz withdrew a peacock feather from her toolbag. He braced
himself for the impending tickling. As soon as the feather touched his feet, he started
laughing. Jazz's taunts made it all the worse. "Kitchy kitchy, little brother! You're so
cute when you're helpless!" She abandoned the feather and started tickling his belly.
laughter now, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jazz was still tickling him. Jazz finally
reached the grand finale: a long-lasting raspberry. With a final shriek, Danny passed out.
Jazz smiled and carried Danny back to his room.
This is dedicated to Tickle-Danny!
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