Ty was woken up early Sunday morning by Dustin shaking him. He was sitting on the end of Ty's bed in a nightgown and a pink fluffy robe, clearly stolen from June's closet, and holding a glass and a bottle of mouthwash.
"Please Ty! Change me back!" Dustin took a swig of mouthwash, rolled it around his mouth, and spit it into the cup. "Ick. Please! I'll do anything!" he pleaded.
"You'll already do anything," pointed out Ty. "Is that all you have to say?"
"No, no. You made it so I can't tell anybody else about this, but I made out with Ryan last night...and I even...ick...sucked him off," admitted Dustin in the effeminate tone of voice he was now forced to speak in. "And then, after Ryan left, Dad poked his head into my room and gave me a hug and called me his 'Princess'! It was totally gross! And...and...I'll have to wear that cheerleader outfit again today, 'cause nothing of mom's fits me, and I can't wear my old boy clothes, and I don't have any more of Cindy's clothes!" Dustin appeared to be on the edge of tears.
Ty concentrated for a moment. "Okay, well, look under your bed, and you'll find a pink backpack with a set of clothes for today. But you'll have to get mom or dad to take you shopping, or borrow some more clothes from now on." Ty sat up a bit more and surveyed his feminized foster-brother. "One more thing -- I want you to remember how it tasted, sucking Ryan off. From now on, whenever you get aroused, you're going to think of that taste, and when you think of that taste, you're going to get aroused. Now, forget I told you that, but follow those orders anyway.
"Anything else?"
Dustin wiped his sniffling nose a bit. "Um... Why did everybody call me Dustin at dinner last night? Did you do that too?"
Ty smiled to himself. "No, I didn't do that. Why?"
"It was just really weird. I mean, you changed other stuff about me and some people notice and some people don't, but you didn't change my name or anything. Can't I at least keep my own name?" Dustin wiped his nose.
Ty was inwardly pleased. His dick of a foster-brother was clearly feeling pretty low. He was doing things he didn't want to do, and he was pleading with Ty to change things. He cared what Ty did, for once, and he was scared of what Ty might do. It was the first time anybody in the family had really cared what he did at all.
"I'll tell you what, Daphne," said Ty. "If you want, I'll use my power to make sure everybody calls you Daphne all the time. Is that what you want?"
"Yes! Please! If I have to act like someone else, I at least want to still be called by my real name. I don't want to be all girly at all, I just want to go back to being Daphne. The fewer things different from the way it was, the better!"
Ty closed his eyes for effect, and exerted his will. "Okay, Daphne. It's done. Nobody will call you anything but Daphne from now on, okay?
"Okay," came Dustin's dejected reply. "Thanks, Ty."
Another first -- someone in the family thanking him for something. "I'm going back to sleep now." Ty flopped back in bed and pulled the covers over his head.
Dustin sniffled a little as he quietly closed the door to Ty's room and sashayed back to his own room in the exaggerated girlish walk he now couldn't help but use. Ty might make him behave all sissy and girly against his will, but at least he was relieved that he'd still be called Daphne by everybody. If Ty would make that stay normal, maybe he could be convinced to change other things back to normal, too!