After dinner, Ty asked Dustin to clean up the dishes. He didn't even have to use his wishing powers to get Dustin to obey. The femboy had licked his plate clean of every last drop of cum, then gathered the plates. Even their father's. The way his cute bubble butt swayed when he walked to the kitchen was mesmerizing. He caught his father staring too, before the man looked away quickly pretending he'd been looking at something else. But Ty had seen that lustful look in his eyes. No wonder their father was such a homophobe. He was a closet gay, and now he lusted after his own girly son. All that frustration and denial was poured out in anger against the source of his desire. Ty smiled. He could have fun with this.
Mark had gotten up and was going back to his tv program when Dustin returned, a dreamy look in his eyes. Mark looked down at the girl that was his son, and his eyes saw Dustin's tiny excited boner and something inside him snapped. He slapped Dustin hard across the cheek.
“Stop dreaming about cocks for once in your life, you filthy faggot! And cut your fucking hair! You look like a girl!” Dustin staggered at the blow, and tears welled up in his eyes. He burst out in sobs and ran crying from the dining hall and up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Mark!” their mother said angrily. "How could you do that too Dustin!? You know he's a sensitive soul." Ty left the chiding for her to do. This was Ty's cue to be a supportive brother and help Dustin find his new self. He left the table and followed the Femboy up.
Dustin was laying face down in his pink pillowy bed, practically hidden among all his stuffed toys. His cute bubble butt poked out from between the pillows and teddies. His slender hairless legs nearly reaching off the edge of the large bed. His long golden hair draped over the top of his body like a silk blanket. Ty sat down on the edge of then bed next to him and slowly stroked the sobbing boy's naked butt.
“There there. Don't listen to Dad. He's just jealous and doesn't know it.” The sobbing slowed a little as Ty spoke softly and continued to run his hand gently up and down the femboy's flawless back, butt and thigh. After a few minutes, Dustin sat up and hugged his brother, burying his face in Ty's shoulder.
“Why?” he sobbed, though not as uncontrollably as before.
“Because you're so cute and beautiful,” Ty said, Giving the top of Dustin's head a loving kiss. “You turn him on when he sees you, and it makes him confused, and that confusion makes him angry.” Dustin looked up at Ty with watery confused eyes.
“I turn him on?”
“Of course you do, sis. You turn all guys on. Most of them think you're a girl, of course. But it's not just that Dad knows you have a dick, not that it's much of one, but it's also because you're his son. Be proud you're able to make even your father go crazy at the mare sight of you. Now that's a sign you're sexy if there ever was. And cute as a button.” Ty gave Dustin's nose a boop. Despite himself, Dustin giggled at the affection. But then tears came back to him.
“Does that mean he'll always hate me?” He began trembling and crying again.
“I don't know. Maybe he'll grow out of it. But don't worry. I'll always protect you.”
“But it's my fault for making him angry,” Dustin sobbed.
“Hey, don't ever blame yourself for being too pretty. His anger is his problem, not yours,” Ty said. Dustin just kept his face against his chest, weeping silently. Ty let him get it all out of his system. He'd had a lot of changes to process. It was going to take some time to get used to this new life. Ty wondered if he'd been too meat to him. With all this power he now had to wish reality into any shape he wanted, he also had a lot of responsibility too. And Dustin was his top priority.
“It's okay, little sis. I'll protect you,” he soothed, stroking Dustin's long hair. “I know what will cheer you up. Let's play dress-up. Just you and me, okay?” After a short pause, Dustin nodded, face still buried in Ty's shirt. He was starting to give in to his new femboy identity, if only a little. He was too ashamed to verbally admit to it yet, but he'd managed a nod. In this room, just the two of them, Dustin might finally start letting his defense down and start enjoying this new start Ty had given him.
Ty lead him by the hand over to the huge walk in closet full of costumes, dresses, skirts, swimwear, sex toys, costumes and makeup. Ty's wish prevented Dustin from accessing his own closet for any remotely normal clothes, so he'd have to rely on Ty to pick his clothes out for him. Dustin would only wear the clothes Ty chose for him. And often, like up until now, Dustin would have to be naked, despite how shy he was. Ty could be meant, but from now on, he'd only be mean in the ways Dustin secretly loved.