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. 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 his effeminate tone of voice. "And then, after Ryan left, Dad poked his head into my room and gave me a hug and called me his 'Princess', and I could tell he had a hardon! 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 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 newly-feminized 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. And let me get some sleep!"
Dustin sniffled a little and sashayed back out the door heading towards his own room.