"Girls, can we talk...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Ryan screamed out as one of the girls, he wasn't sure which one, violently ripped his shirt off and another forced a blindfold over his face.
Giggling could be heard and lying on the floor, all Ryan could see where shapes. A voice called out, "Let me do his hair," and suddenly Ryan could feel someone's fingers and fingernails running through his hair, twisting and pulling ever so gently.
Another voice, he was sure this one was Stacy cried out, "She needs some make-up," and then something was being pressed to his face.
How long this went on, Ryan wasn't sure. He felt his shoes and socks pulled from his feet and shortly after his pants and underwear. After the make-up had been applied to his face, he felt something hot touch his torso, his armpits, his legs and finally his groin region while a female voice explained, "No need for all this hair."
"Let me put the underwear on him," a feminine voice squealed out as Stacy retorted with, "Fine, but I get to put the bra on him."
More giggling as Ryan felt the undergarments put on him. A pressing sensation in his groin, combined with the tingling sensation in his chest made him want to scream out. A voice asked, "Can I get that extra pair of pyjamas you brought? The ones with Hello Kitty on them?"
An Asian voice giggled out, "Good idea," and suddenly Ryan felt something being pulled over his legs.
When it got to his groin, Ryan groaned out as he felt the tight fabric press against his crotch, which for some reason felt off. As he contemplated this, shadows moved about and Ryan realised he could just barely see through the blindfold as somebody forced him to sit up.
Thinking that it strange his chest had an odd weight to it, Ryan felt something slip over his head, catch on his chest and then somebody cried, "Put her arms through the arm holes."
"She's pretty," a voice that sounded like Stacy's exclaimed.
"We should do this with all the boys we find," an Asian voice answered back.
Ryan felt himself being forced to stand as a third voice countered with, "Bad news girls. The make-up kit only had enough for one makeover. So unless we find another kit, Ryan, or should I say Riayn spelled R-I-A-Y-N, is our only guinea pig."
Several moans and Riayn felt herself being moved. Something soft that felt like a terrycloth robe was draped over his - he still was coming to terms that maybe, just maybe these girls had switched his sex and gender - as something was placed over his feet. Stacy giggled and then exclaimed, "Have a good evening and good life Riayn," as a door opened.
Another voice replied, "Yeah. And maybe we'll be your friend."
Several voices cried out, "NOT!" as a door slammed shut and suddenly Riayn found that she could move.
Ripping off the blindfold, looking down, taking in the pert swell of a B cup sized breast, Riayn exclaimed, "No way," as she slowly touched first her chest and then reached down and traced the outline of what was clearly a thong.
Not feeling any sign of a penis and testicles, Riayn thought, "I need a mirror," and not wanting to go back into the room, sure the girls would do something horrible, Riayn began making her way down the corridor, stopping every once and again to open a door.