Dustin was pouting in his room, looking at his new body in the mirror. Ty had to be behind this. And somehow, it seemed that only the two of them could remember that Dustin had been bigger and stronger than Ty just an hour ago.
He pulled off his shirt and flexed his muscles and was annoyed at the loss of his abs. Still, he had just been regressed. He had grown up before and worked his way to manliness. He could do it again. He pulled down his pants too, then his underwear. He felt like a perv for looking at himself like this. It didn't feel like his body. But it was, just one from many years ago.
As the boy examined himself in the mirror, he noticed that his body was beginning to change again, but not back to how it was supposed to be. Instead, his hair was growing longer. Like really long. It tickled his lower back which suddenly felt really sensitive. In fact, all of him was getting super soft, smooth and sensitive. The little body hair he'd had left vanished, and he could swear he was getting even smaller.
Damn Ty! What was he doing to him now!? Dustin made to reach for his clothes, but they vanished into thin air. And now, Dustin's whole room was changing and becoming distinctly more pink and girly.
A tingling in his dick made him look down to see his penis shrinking. Was Ty turning him into a little girl!? Looking back into the mirror, Dustin saw how his face had become more feminine, yet still recognizable. Though to anyone who saw him, he was clearly a chick.
His chest remained flat with only the slightest of bumps, and his nipples became stiff, cute and pink and hyper sensitive. Just moving them threw the air was a tease. Some of his long hair brushed past one nipple and Dustin gasped in a girly voice. And then it was over. The changes stopped.
Dustin looked at himself in the mirror again, expecting to see a little girl staring back, but between his legs was still a tiny dick. He wasn't a girl. He was just the most girly boy in the world! A femboi. A trap. A sissy. A tomgirl. His face was flush with the cutest blush as he felt a swell of shyness fill him to the point that he had to turn away from the mirror and dive into his pillowy soft pink covered bed to hide. Even seeing himself was too embarrassing.
What ever Ty had done to him, he'd done more than just mess with his body. He'd played with his mind as well. Dustin would get him for this somehow. The little trap kept his duvet wrapped around his slender body like holding onto a pink cloud with only his hairless feet and girly face poking out of either end.
He made his way to the wardrobe, careful not to look at himself in the mirror lest he have another blushing panic. He also had to keep his hands, hair or duvet from caressing either of his nipples. The slightest touch made him moan involuntarily.