Dustin wasn't going to let Ty's femboy curse rule his life. He'd get the wardrobe open, get the least girly clothes he could find, then go to the store and buy himself some actual boy clothes and start getting his life back to how it was supposed to be. He'd get his hair cut, start working out. And wait for his body to grow threw puberty and all that again. There wasn't much he could do about how feminine his face now looked, but with a short hair and some normal clothes, he could probably make it work.
Only problem was that first step. The key to the wardrobe. He bet Ty had it hidden somewhere. Probably in his room. And Dustin had to get there naked. He had the duvet, but it was so poofy and large that it was difficult to go anywhere with it. It dragged after him like a royal cape and would get caught in everything.
So, when Dustin finally picked up the nerve to leave his room, he was stark naked. His long golden hair tickled his lower back as he scanned up and down the hallway. He heard someone downstairs. Probably his mom making dinner. Quietly, Dustin closed his bedroom door. He sighed as he saw that it was pink with hearts and unicorns all over it, like it belonged to a little girl. That would also have to go. And he'd get Ty back for all this.
Now that Dustin was out of his altered room, he saw that it was actually the entire house that had changed. His room was still on the second floor, but Ty's room wasn't where it used to be. He had to have moved it downstairs.
The stairs creaked as he tip toed bare foot down it. Each step felt oversized to him now that he'd shrunk down so much. He had to hold the banister for support, and that too was way higher up compared to him than he was used to. Had the house increased in size? It wasn't just Dustin's body that had shrunk. Their house was actually a lot bigger now. No wonder his room could fit an entire walk in closet. And they had an upstairs bathroom now as well.
Dustin reached the bottom of the stairs and began to walk across the cold tiles by the front door, when he heard someone start to unlock it to get in. With a girlish yelp, Dustin dove behind the coat rack just in time. He felt the cold winter wind blow in across his naked skin as his father entered, kicking the snow off his shoes.
The door remained wide open as Dustin's father took his time untying his shoes, and then taking off his jacket. Dustin held his breath the whole time, terrified of being caught naked like this. He tried to hold his hands in front of his dick, but every time he tried, his arms were repelled as if by a magnet, forcing him to reveal his nudity to anyone who might see him.
Luckily, his father didn't notice him hiding there. He shut the door and walked into the living-room with a sigh after a long day's work. Dustin continued sneaking forward in search of his brother's room.
He had to quickly dart past the open living-room door. His father had just turned on the tv, so probably hadn't seen him. Then it was the kitchen. His mother was in there, cooking dinner. Dustin waited until her back was turned before hurrying past.
Dustin searched for Ty's room through the entire expanded first floor, but found nothing. Either Ty had made it so he didn't live here anymore, or he'd made the entire basement his room. Dustin began heading down.
The room he found wasn't really that big or fancy. Just a normal teenage boy's room. A bed. Desk with a computer. And a mess of clothes scattered all over the floor. Bingo! Dustin picked up a t-shirt. It was way too big for him, but it was better than nothing. He slid it on over his head, and it came down past Dustin's crotch like a short dress. The neck hole was so loose on him that it inevitably hung off at least one shoulder.
Dustin caught himself in another mirror. He looked like a little girl who'd put on her big brother's oversized t-shirt. He frowned. He was the older of the two. This was so unfair. And the t-shirt was wasn't clean. It reeked on Ty's sweat. His musky manly sweat. Dustin found his mind fogging up with forbidden fantasies of incest. His tiny dick poked at the front to the t-shirt. He shook his head. Focus. Find the key.
After several minutes of searching and struggling not to think about what his brother would do to punish him if he caught him in here, Dustin concluded that the key had to be somewhere else. There were two doors leading out of Ty's room, other than one up the steps where he'd come down from.
Dustin was about to open one of them when he heard grunts from inside. Peeking through the key hole, he saw Ty inside some sort of ventilated privet training room, pumping weights. Dustin's mouth dropped at the sight of his brother. Ty was topless. His well defined muscles glistening with sweat. He was a god of manliness. Everything Dustin wasn't. Everything Dustin wanted. Dustin wanted to worship at his brother's feet where he belonged. Take his cock in his mouth and just pleasure his brother until he was rewarded with that nectar of life. That cum he craved. That... Dustin snapped back to reality.
No! Those weren't his thoughts. Those were the femboy's thoughts. He was straight, remember. Straight! He wasn't a girl. I liked girls. Liked their dresses and skirts. Liked putting on makeup and flirting with boys, and... No! God, why was it so hard to think straight!?
Not wanting to be caught, Dustin went to the other door instead. It was pitch dark. Dustin went inside, searching for a light switch. He followed the wall blindly until he felt hard steel bars. Another training room? The light flicked on suddenly, and Ty's voice came from behind.
“What are you doing down here without permission, Naughty girl?” Dustin spun around. Ty was standing in the doorway. The light switch was next to the entrance. Dustin had just forgotten that he had to reach up much higher now that he was so short. Ty was shirtless still. A towel over one shoulder. A massive bulge of his penis ran down the side of his left pants leg. His training pants clung to him from all the sweat. The musk that had nearly overpowered him from the shirt now wafted in ten times stronger from the man himself. Dustin felt weak in the knees. He had to look away.
He turned to face the room and his mind nearly broke at what he saw. It was a privet DBSM dungeon. Cages and chains and leather and more. Enough to make Dustin's huge drawer upstairs full of sex toys look like a tiny collection in comparison.
“Stealing my clothes are you?” Ty whispered into Dustin's ear, suddenly right behind him. “I'll have to punish you for this.” All the strength left Dustin as his brother pulled the shirt off of him, leaving the girly boy stark naked and moaning just from Ty's presence. Ty ran two fingers over Dustin's shoulder and slowly down his arm.
“You know you're not allowed to wear anything other than your roll playing costumes without permission, right? After all, you're the one who wanted me to decide, remember?” Memories flashed back into Dustin's mind of giving Ty the key to his wardrobe and begging his brother to decide what he could and could not wear from now on. How had he forgotten that? Why had he done that? No? Something was wrong. That couldn't have happened. He'd only been regressed and changed an hour ago. Ty was changing his mind again. The old memories were still there, but the new ones were just as vivid and clear.
“It's so fun teasing you like this, little sis,” Ty said. “Seeing your confusion and lust and denial.” He ran a hand through Dustin's long hair.
“I'm not a girl!” Dustin managed to quiver out in a girly voice. Even that much defiance was a huge struggle of will. It just made Ty smile.
“I'm going to take my time tearing down your self identify, until you're nothing but a cock hungry gay slut. And you're going to love every moment of it.” Then he kissed the naked femboy, and the world just vanished for Dustin. He was lost in his brother's embrace.