Ty stood at the top of the stairs, smiling and listening to the sounds of his foster parents hollering at Dustin for wearing makeup, and having breasts.
He made a silent wish, and the furor downstairs stopped suddenly. Confidently, Ty strode downstairs and into the living room. Mark, June, and Dustin were all sitting on the couch, silently, looking straight ahead, almost like robots or something. Dustin was back to his normal 16 year old self, without makeup or breasts.
"Okay, you three, there are going to be some changes around here, understand?" said Ty. Mark, June, and Dustin all nodded in unison.
"Mark, you first." Mark stood up, still silently. Ty scratched his chin, and sat down in Mark's recliner, the throne of the living room. "First of all, I'm tired of you ordering everybody around, and acting all macho. So, from now on, you will be forced to do anything anybody orders you to do, no matter how humiliating." Ty waved his arm, and Mark shrank down to an even five feet in height. "Also, from now on you will be responsible for all the women's work around the house, the cooking, the cleaning, and the laundry. You will be completely uninteresting in your old pursuits, like sports, cars, and anything you might think of as manly or macho. You'll replace all that with a desire to do thinks like sew, bake, garden, and girlie stuff like that. Do you understand all that?"
Mark nodded dumbly in answer to Ty's questions.
"Oh, one more thing, Mark." Ty reached over and passed his hand over his foster father's crotch. "There." Mark looked a lot smoother down there than he had before. "June, you're next."
Mark sat down and June stood up, now towering over her husband. "Just as Mark is now submissive and into girlie activities, you are into asserting yourself over him. You'll still do whatever I tell you to do, but aside from that you wear the pants in the family. You like sports, cars, and anything else you can think of that's macho. You especially like ordering Mark around. Making Mark do things he doesn't want to do is, in fact, a big turn on for you." Ty passed his hand over June's crotch, just as he had done to Mark. "And what is Mark's loss is your gain." June now had a bulge at her crotch.
"Dustin, Dustin, Dustin. Last but not least." June sat down and Dustin stood up, robotically. Ty closed his eyes and concentrated. Opening them, he surveyed his changed brother. Where before had stood a relatively normal 16 year old boy, now stood the picture of an athelete. Strong, muscled, and exuding a healthy glow. "Now, Dustin, here is the thing. The thing you want most in the entire world is to be a pretty little feminine girl. You want to look, act, and fit in completely with girls your own age. You love big muscled guys, just like all the other girls your age. You like whatever bands and music they like. You like the clothes they wear. You like the makeup they wear. Everything they like, you like now, too. You'll want desperately to be cute, to be a cheerleader, and get a hunky guy for a boyfriend. You'll want to be absolutely as feminine as possible." Ty smirked at his little revenge. "Okay, plus, you'll always try to be nice and sweet to people, like a nice little girl should. Right, done with you."
The newly masculine Dustin sat back down on the couch. Ty surveyed his handiwork. "Now, everybody listen up. None of you will be aware that any changes have taken place. It will all seem completely normal to you to be acting like you are. Wake up in one minute, unaware that anything weird has happened."
Ty tilted back in Mark's recliner, a grin on his face. This should be interesting, he figured.