Thinking it would be a bit rude to sleep without pyjamas...after all, both Issabella and Madame Morphia seemed rather nice about offering to put you up for the night...you look down at the evening wear and wonder, "Will these even fit me?"
Taking the panties, you set the pyjamas on the bed, you finish unrolling them and drop the towel. Nude once again, you hold the underwear up, cast serious doubts about whether they'd actually fit and then start to pull them on.
They fit, but just barely. The front section doesn't cover your penis and testicles at all and you are forced to tuck them between your legs, adding to the tight feeling they already had to begin with. When you look behind you, which is no easy feat, you notice that they just barely cover your backside. Thinking, "I should take these off. They just barely fit," you instead pick up the pyjamas with a hint of trepidation.
Unzipping them...the zipper goes from the neckline all the way to just below the ankle...you slowly begin to put them on, sure that they are going to be too tight. Reaching down, you begin to pull up the zipper with some difficultly, but manage in the end.
They are tight, just not as tight as you thought they would be. Standing in the room, you look at yourself wearing a pair of girl's pyjamas and think, "I look kind of foolish."
Walking over to the bed, you turn on one of the lights on the stand you saw earlier when you entered. Walking across the room, you click off the lights, wondering why the electricity works, but not the phones. No answer comes to you and sliding in bed, you reach over and click off the light.
Outside, you can still hear the storm going and lying in the dark, you realise that the bed is soft and comfortable, as are the sheets. Lost in your thoughts about the events of the evening, you eventually drift off to sleep.
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To say your dream is odd is to say the very least. In your dream you are greeted first by Madame Morphia and then by Issabella.
Telling her daughter, "She will make a fine girl for our place," she tosses something at you and then tells Issabella, "Help her to get dressed," and then sits down in an antique wingback chair you hadn't noticed before.
Issabella approaches you and begins to undo your pyjamas, which are still the pink footed ones you went to bed in. Wanting to protest, you found yourself instead to be compliant and allowed the girl to remove first the evening wear and then the underwear.
Standing nude in front of the two females, you wonder what's going on. Suddenly Madame Morphia points at you and exclaims, "Girls do not have that. Issabella do something about it."
Wondering what the older woman was talking about, you gasp out as suddenly Issabella reaches down and begins to massage your penis and testicles. What amazes you even more is that you weren't getting hard from this touch, but remained rather flaccid. Looking down, you gasp out once again when you see what was happening.
Before your eyes, and under Issabella's careful hand, first your penis and then your testicles begin to shrink. Slowly they move backward until at first you look prepubescent, then like a toddler, followed by an infant until after a bit both eventually disappear. When there is nothing but smooth flat skin, Madame Morphia exclaims, "That is much better."
Walking over to you, she squats down and then says, "But there is still room for improvement," and then begins to rub and massage the area between your legs.
Knowing what was going to happen, you moan out a futile, "Noooo," as the area down between your legs first puffs out and then subtly begins to change as the lips majour and minour formed, followed by the clitoris hood and clitoris and then finally the urethra and vaginal opening.
Scared out of your mind, you watch as Madame Morphia steps back, and then Issabella reaches down for the item that was tossed at you earlier. Holding it up, you see that it is a dress. As she places it over her mother's arm, Issabella reaches down and picks up first another pair of underwear...pink with white dots...and then a pair of tights.
Squatting down, she holds out the panties and without much thought, you step into them. Pulling them up, she begins to put the tights on you as Madame Morphia says, "Soon you shall be pretty. But you must learn how to dress yourself. That a couple of other things."
Taking the dress from her mother, Issabella pulls it on over your head and for a moment all you can see it the fabric of the inside of the article of clothing. When you can see again, Madame Morphia has taken a seat back in the chair and Issabella has walked behind you. As she buttons the one button in the back of the dress, Madame Morphia reiterates with, "Oh yes. A beautiful girl. Suitable to be your sister, if we cannot find anyone to adopt her." At which point she begins to laugh.
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Sitting up in bed, you look around. Outside you can still hear and see that the storm is going on and at first you can't remember where you are. And then slowly the previous events of last evening come back to you as you slowly forget the dream.
Sliding out of bed, you look around the room, noting that the towel you dropped last night is gone. Wondering if someone came in while you were asleep, you start to look if they left your clothes. When you can that they didn't you begin to wonder about breakfast and whether Madame Morphia would say anything about the clothes you are wearing. As you ponder this, you wonder were the dining room is and if should wait for Issabella to return to show you.
Unsure, you open the door and look up and down the hallway. After a bit, you make you decision. You choose...