After a few minutes, Beatrix hears the door to Jeff’s room open and close, the girl grins, she points a finger at her door and watches as a thin blue glowing string of light shoots from her finger and slithers under her door.
Jeff walks towards his desk, not noticing the blue string of light slithering from under his door, before the teen reaches his desk he suddenly feels a bee sting-like feeling on his back, “what the hell,” he asks himself. The teen suddenly is unable to move, he feels his body go rigid and before he knows it, the teen collapses in on himself as his whole body hollows out, “WHAT THE FUCK,” he tries to yell, but to his horror, no sound escapes his mouth. Jeff then feels his arms, legs and head start to shrink, he also feels as if someone is cutting his torso from his waist. The teen is unable to see what is happening to him, but he can feel his skin take on a more cotton-like texture. In a matter of minutes, and Jeff is gone, and in his place, on his floor, lies a matching blue lace bra and panties.
The teen is shocked and horrified, he tries to speak and yell, but no words escape the piece of clothing he has become. ‘What the hell happened,’ he asks himself, ‘have… have I accidentally selected a transformation without knowing? Why am I a freaking bra and panty’s set?’
Jeff tries to figure out what has happened, when he suddenly hears his door open, “Jeff? I… hu? I thought I heard him,” he hears the voice of his sister say, “um… why is there a bra and panty lying on his floor? Did his girlfriend forget them?”
The teen mentally widens his eyes when the giant form of his sister comes into view, the girl looking down at him with a raised eyebrow. Jeff then gasps when he feels himself being lift up from the ground, “I doubt these belong to his girlfriend, they are way to small,” Beatrix says, “they look more like my size. I wonder what Jeff wants with them… more importantly: WHERE did he get them?”
“BEATRIX! IT’S ME, JEFF,” Jeff yells, even though he knows it’s no use, “PLEASE! YOU GOTTA HELP ME!”
Unaware to Jeff, Beatrix can hear him, the 14-year-old girl mentally smirking to herself, ‘hehe… Jeff sure makes a great set of underwear,’ she thinks to herself, before shrugging, “maybe mom dropped them when she picked up Jeff’s dirty washing. Though… the bra and panty look clean… weird. Oh well, I guess I’ll try them on!”
“NO! DON’T I’M NOT FREAKING UNDERWEAR!”
Beatrix mentally giggles, the sound of Jeff’s terrified screams is music to her ears as she carries the “underwear” into her room and lying them on the bed before stripping out of her clothes.
Jeff is horrified, he’s going to be worn by his little sister! NO! This can’t be happening, and yet he can only watch helplessly in fear as those giant hands once again grab him, first the panties, which had moments ago been his “pride”. Jeff’s “eyes” widen as he feels his sister’s hairless legs slip into the holes of the panties, and slowly feels his crotch being pulled up and soon he feels his sister’s pussy rubbing against HIS insides, and it feels… good!
“NO! BEATRIX! STOOOOP!”
“The panties are a perfect fit,” the girl says, pretending to not hear Jeff, “now, the bra!”
Once again, Jeff can only watch helplessly as his sister grabs what had been his torso, he feels the girl’s arms slip through the bands and feels himself being safely fastened against her back, his sister’s breasts pressing firmly against HIS padding.
Jeff lets out a mental gasp at the burst of pleasure once those boobies make contact with his… “skin”. “This… this shouldn’t feel so good,” Jeff whimpers, “I… I don’t like this! I am NOT a bra and panty!”
‘It feels good because this is what you were made for,’ he voice, which sounds exactly like his, says in his mind, ‘bras hold boobs, without boobs we bras don’t feel complete. And panties need to keep their wearer’s privates secure and protected’.
“Wh… what,” Jeff asks in confusion, “but… I don’t wanna be a bra and panty!”
‘Yes you do,’ the voice says, ‘you’ve always wanted to get closer to your girlfriend’s breasts’.
“True, though… she never let me,” Jeff says.
‘Well… now you are close to your sister’s breasts,’ the voice says, ‘don’t they feel great, especially when they bounce? You can’t let them fall free, you need to hold them up, to secure them!’
“BUT I AM NOT A BRA,” Jeff yells.
‘Oh, but you are,’ the voice says, ‘you have two cups, a strap and you’re holding up the breasts of a girl’.
“True,” Jeff mumbles, the poor former teen feels so confused.
‘You want to be a bra and panties,’ the voice continues.
“I… I want…,” Jeff hesitates, “no… I want… I want to be a bra,” he asks.
‘No, you don’t WANT to be a bra,’ the voice says, “because you have ALWAYS been a bra! And what do bras do? What are YOU currently doing?’
“They… I… hold up br-breasts,” Jeff mumbles.
‘Right, so you are a…,’ the voice asks.
“A… a bra,” Jeff says.
‘Right,’ the voice says, ‘after all, you were made for this purpose, to hold up girls breasts and keep their privates nice snuggly warm!’
“Yes… my purpose,” Jeff says weakly, “NO! I have to… stay focused… I am NOT a bra… I am a hu… a bra… I need to hold… breasts!”
Beatrix grins, knowing that Jeff’s mind has broken, all he can think of now is to hold up breasts, “one down, one annoying brother to go,” she says, “hm… maybe I should head out and have some fun at the zoo, public pool, the beach or park… hehe… I could also call a friend of mine or Jeff for some fun… hmmm…. What shall I do?”