When Ty got back to his room he thought, why just limit the female clothing preference to just Dustin? Ty smirked at the plan formulating in his mind.
“Let's make this town a little more interesting.” He thought aloud. He then wished for all of the guys who had bullied in him to have a wardrobe filled with girl clothes similar to that of what happened in Dustin’s closet and that they wouldn’t be able to wear clothing made for men unless Ty allowed it. He smiled at the thought of seeing the captain of the football team coming to school in a bra and panties and maybe even a skirt on. Ty started to get hard at the thought.
Speaking of his dick that could use some adjustments. He looked it over for a second and silently made his wish. Suddenly, his small penis grew into a nine inch cock when soft and a twelve inch monster when erect. He even had a bush around it thanks to more testosterone pumping into his system.
After he got that adjusted, he was about to make more changes to himself, but he heard yelling coming from downstairs. Ty wished to be invisible so that he could investigate without being yelled at also or sent back to his room.
As Ty got to the bottom of the stairs the conversation seemed to be ending.
“I don’t know where this behavior is coming from young man, but I’ve had enough, you’re grounded go to your room!” shouted Mark.
When Ty was about to walk back into the living room he almost ran into Dustin, but he quickly side-stepped. As Dustin passed him, Ty turned to admire his new clothes. Dustin was wearing black and white striped booty shorts with a black halter top and what looked like a neon pink training bra underneath. With his new underdeveloped body it suited him. Ty snickered at the sight.
Turning back to the living room and walking in, Ty was met with a surprising sight. Mark was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse with black heels on! Ty was stunned by this new change. He knew that his foster father never treated him like part of the family and sometimes would say rude things to him, but he always brushed that off as just regular behavior that his other foster parents had given him before. He never really counted it as bullying!
Ty started laughing really hard but he made sure to keep it quiet. He wasn’t too worried about his foster parents wondering about the strange laughter though; they had already turned on the TV so he used the high volume to hide his laughter.
Ty decided that was enough excitement for the night and decided to call it a day. But as he was leaving the living room he heard his foster father groan loudly –
“These heels are killing my feet!” this sent Ty into another fit of laughter as he climbed the stairs to his room.
Before he went to bed, he wished to be able to control his invisibility and with that he made himself visible and went to bed dreaming of all the possibilities Saturday would bring.