Kyle decided to try the maid's outfit. He really didn't want to become too young and helpless. And changing into his sister or Mom just seemed like it would be a little uncomfortable. Hannah's bag seemed too risky. Who knows what she bought, and who tried it on before she bought it. No, becoming Martha for a while seemed like the best option. Then he could go shopping, buy some male pants, and change back to normal.
He slipped off his shirt but left his boxer shorts on. He slipped the maid outfit over his head, and placed the accompanying white hairband on his head. He began to feel the changes almost immediately. The maid outfit was tight. Martha was a short girl, barely five feet tall with a very thin waist. But his body rapidly changed to accommodate the dress. His skin became softer, and developed a tan hue, matching Martha's South American heritage. His breast blossomed, growing large to fill up the D-cup bra. His nipples turned dark brown, and his areola expanded in diameter. He felt his hair stretch down his back, and he pulled a strand in front of his face. It was the same coal black color as Martha's hair. He vision swam, as he blinked and his eyes changed from blue to brown. His face ached as it become softer, less angular, and more feminine. The room swam as his legs shrank, and he dropped down several inches in height. His thighs grew thicker and more voluptuous. He felt his ass, and was surprised that he had not developed Martha's impressively plump derriere. Then he remembered the boxer shorts. He reached down and felt his dick, still present and at full attention. He looked down, and saw that his calves and feet were the same, too. The skirt of the maid outfit only reached his thighs, so everything below remained unchanged. His long feet and hairy calves looked ridiculous on his otherwise tiny, dainty body.
Martha opened the door, and stared at him.
"Oh, shit, Kyle thought. I thought I was going to become her, and she would just fade out of existence. I guess this isn't considered a complete outfit.
Martha stomped her foot. "Marianne, what are you doing down here? " said Marta, in a South American accent. "Just because you are my twin doesn't mean I am going to let you get away with being lazy and make me do all the work."
Martha stared at his erect penis poking out from under his skirt. "Where you masturbating down here? Jesus, do you want us to get fired? Practice a little self control for God's sake. I don't know why you still have that thing anyway. Why don't you just complete the surgery and get rid of it?"
Kyle blushed. "Sorry, Martha, " said Kyle, surprised by his own South American accent. "I will be right up. I just have to finish the laundry first. "
Martha looked at him with reproach as she ascended the stairs. "And put on some damn shoes. We aren't living in the country anymore. And shave those hairy legs. That's disgusting."
Kyle looked at his new body. Apparently, reality had changed just as Jennifer had promised. He was now Martha's twin. Well, her male twin apparently in the process of some kind of gender assignment surgery. Kyle looked a the laundry, and considered his options. He could go all the way - go upstairs to Martha's room and get some shoes and panties to complete the transformation. Then again, it might be useful to have a sister that could help him go shopping. He could always just use some of Hannah's unworn panties, and he would become a full woman but remain Martha's sister. At the very least he needed to find some shoes and socks to change his feet and calves. He supposed it wouldn't be too much of a problem if he kept his dick. It didn't seem to bother Marta, or his old family. Then again, maybe it was better to try another set of clothes entirely. Otherwise he would have to spend the day with Martha cleaning the house.
Kyle continued to fold clothes and consider his options.