Reinventing Sis
mc; bF; bdom; Fdom; oral; anal; sissy; inc
Nick paced back and forth in his bedroom, the eleven year old boy frowning as he tried to think of a solution to the problem that rocked his young world. He could hear through the vents, his parents voices carrying as they debated what to do about his sister, Evelyn.
Evelyn was ten years older than Nick, and growing up, she had been his idol. She was everything he was not. In high school she had been a track star, fit and toned, and very popular, whereas Nick was scrawny, awkward and shy. He loved his sister, and hearing his parents talk about kicking her out of the house really had his stomach twisted in knots.
It had all started with college. His sister had left for college at the age of nineteen, after graduating high school with a 3.8 GPA. But now, two years later, the girl who returned home was nothing like the one that had left. A college dropout and, to hear his parents say it, a worthless layabout hippy.
Nick needed a solution. His sister had been the guiding light in his life, if she could fail like this, what hope was there for him?
It hit him like a bolt out of the blue… guiding light. Nick knew what he had to do.
He slowly opened his bedroom door and stepped down the hall to his sister’s bedroom, opening the door and sneaking inside. She wasn’t there, and he wasn’t surprised, she spent most days asleep on the couch in the living room downstairs. He dug around through her things carefully. She was a hippy now, right, she had to have something that would work.
He found it in a leather bag at the bottom of her still unpacked suitcase. Home for two months, and her bags still not unpacked from college. He sighed as he shook his head, lifting the necklace into the air to look at it. A simple hemp cord necklace with a big quartz crystal hanging from the end.
It would be perfect.
Nick stepped out of his sister’s room with the necklace and returned to his bedroom to plan. He would need to wait until his parents were gone. That meant he had until Monday to think of exactly what he would do.
Monday, Week 1
Nick looked in on his sister as she lay sleeping in the living room. She wasn’t allowed to smoke inside, but that didn’t stop the whole room from stinking of pot. She lay sprawled out on the couch, wearing a ratty pair of shorts and a loose tank top with a twisted picture of Bob Marley on it. He sighed at what he saw. Her legs and pits were hairy and unshaved, her once pristine blonde hair was in ratty looking dreadlocks, and her once sharp blue eyes were bloodshot and unfocused as she watched morning talk shows.
The drapes in the room were already closed, so the room was lit only by the TV itself. Nick walked over to the end table near his sister’s head and turned on the lamp there to it’s lowest setting. He then grabbed the remote from his sister’s belly and turned off the TV.
Evelyn grunted, “Hey dick, I was watching that…”
Nick held on to the hemp thong of the necklace and dropped the quartz pendant in front of his sister’s face, “Forget the TV, I want to talk about this.” He let it sway side to side slowly, the crystal twisting and sending light flashing in pulses at her eyes.
“My necklace? What the fuck is there to talk about with that, dweeb?” Evelyn asked sourly.
Nick took a deep breath and then said calmly, “I noticed something weird about how the light hits it… take a look.” continuing to let it sway and twist in the light as he watched his sister’s head try to follow it, “Come on, just relax and look at the pendant, see how the light moves, isn’t it kinda relaxing, calming, soothing…” his voice getting softer as he went.
Nick had spent the weekend looking up guides on hypnosis, and studying everything he could, and he put it all to use, keeping his voice calm, repetitive, luring his sister in with the light and the motion, watching as she slowly stilled. He knew it was only the drugs that had her mind fuzzy that made things work as well and fast as they did. It took only a few minutes of talking about how relaxing the crystal was for her to seem to doze off.
“Evelyn, can you hear me?” Nick asked curiously.
Evelyn grunted, “Yeah…”
Nick grinned, it was working. He started in on the speech he had prepared, “Evelyn, I want you to think about why you do drugs. I want you to focus on the reason. The high, the relaxation, the sense of relief. Focus on those reasons. Those are good, right?” he listened as she agreed, “You love feeling that way, right?” she agreed again, “But you can feel that way without the drugs… from now on, I want you to take control of your pleasure. Whenever you feel like you need drugs, I want you to go masturbate instead. A good orgasm will leave you just as high and happy, but more clear headed.”
He took a moment to let that settle in, “From now on, the smell of smoke and alcohol will make you feel uncomfortable, and the taste will make you feel nauseous. You don’t need the drugs, so you don’t need to like them. Focus instead on the real pleasure, take control of your pleasure.” he repeated the whole speech a dozen times, softly, gently, listening to her replies and then he asked her to repeat it back, grinning as she did so perfectly.
“Good, now Evelyn, whenever I show you this pendant, you will grow relaxed, focus on the pendant and fall into a deep, relaxing trance, understood?” she grunted that she did and he smiled, “Very good, you are going to take a nap now, Evelyn, and when you wake, you will be refreshed, you won’t remember that I made you look at the pendant, or any of what I have said, but you will still obey.”
Nick then counted down to her nap, and watched her whole body slump bone limp.
It took an hour for Evelyn to wake from the nap, but he was thrilled to see that when she did, she immediately opened up the room to air it out, and used febreze to get rid of the smoke smell the best she could. He even heard her flushing her pot down the drain. He grinned with his success as he sat in his bedroom on his computer, listening to his sister loudly masturbating in the room down the hall, getting her new fix, one far less expensive, and far less dangerous to her health.
Tuesday, Week 1
Nick was thrilled, it seemed to be working, his sister hadn’t rolled a blunt or cracked a beer in twenty four hours. He found her alert in the living room, relaxing as she watched TV. It was a great start, but he wasn’t done yet, he was going to help his sister completely reinvent herself.
The drapes were open this time, so he had to close them first before turning on the light by her head. She glanced up at him, “Hey, what’s up?”
Nick smiled, “Nothing much, I just wanted to show you something cool…” as he dropped the pendant into the light before her face, letting it weave. He almost laughed with joy as her eyes locked onto the clear rock and the light spilling from it, her body visibly relaxing as her face started to go slack. He let it weave back and forth and once more walked her into a trance.
He started by reiterating the speech from the day before, getting her to repeat it back to him. He smiled wide as he listened, and then launched into the new speech. “Hygiene is important, you know that, body hair isn’t attractive, and being unwashed is uncomfortable. From now on, you want to keep yourself hairless below the nose, you want your hair to look nice, and you want to shower daily, washing with body soap, shampoo and conditioner, and afterwards lotioning yourself to keep your skin smooth. Doing so makes you feel relaxed and happier, and will make your orgasms even better.”
He again repeated everything over and over, making her repeat it back to him to make sure that she had it memorized.
When she came out of the trance and her nap, Evelyn actually left the house, which surprised Nick. She was gone for almost four hours. When she came back, he had to say, the change was remarkable.
Gone were the hairy arms, legs and pits, gone was the mangy dreadlocks. Her hair had apparently been damaged by the dreadlocks, so it was cut into a very short, almost punkish style, with the sides shaved to just leave a broad swath of dirty blonde hair atop her head, brushed to the side and styled with gel. She looked great.
Evelyn grinned as she stood in front of her brother, “I felt it was time for a change, what do you think?”
He looked at her legs, and at her hair, and grinned, “I think it’s a good change.”
She smirked and grabbed his long blonde hair, which was gathered, like usual, into a loose ponytail that fell to his shoulder blades. “Heh, looks like we got our hair switched,” she said, giving his ponytail a teasing tug.
Nick grunted and blushed, shrugging, “Yeah…” he only kept it long because his sister’s hair had always looked so beautiful when it was long.
Wednesday, Week 1
Wednesday morning Nick was surprised to find that Evelyn wasn’t in her usual place downstairs. He peeked into her room and was stunned by what he saw.
Evelyn was stretched out on her bed, the bedding kicked most the way off it, laying naked in what little light came through her closed drapes. A vibrator lay on the bed between her legs, the batteries dead from the bout of lust that left her sleeping peacefully. Lack of exercise had let her toned body soften, which her hairless skin highlighted so clearly. As he had commanded in the hypnosis, she was completely hairless below the nose, and so smooth that he was certain she had to have gone and gotten herself waxed. Her breasts were small, made smaller by her reclining state, but her nipples were huge, each the size of the tip of his pinkie, and surrounded by crinkled pink areola.
Nick licked his lips and reached down to adjust himself in his pants. He then pulled out the pendant and let it hang over his sister’s head. Nervous that she would freak out at him being in her room while she was naked, he started the pendant swaying first, and then gently nudged her with his free hand, whispering, “Evelyn?”
Her eyes cracked open in confusion, but then locked on the pendant, with light flashing into her eyes from the reflection through the crack in the drapes. Nick sighed in relief as his sister went from slumbering to tranced smoothly and without a freak out.
As before, he went through the previous speeches, reinforcing the need to take control of her pleasure, and maintain her hygiene. He then launched into his new speech, “Clothes makes the girl, you enjoy dressing in a manner that is clean and confident. Your clothes should make you feel sexy, and just a little naughty, from your panties to your outerwear. You should dress for what you want out of life. You want to be in charge of your life, not a follower. Your clothing should reflect that…” again he repeated it over and over, making her repeat it back, and once done he left her napping to flee her room before she noticed that he had seen her naked.
When Evelyn woke, Nick could hear the frustrated exploration of closets and luggage, as things were tossed around, and he heard her declare loudly, “Why are all my clothes crap?!” A few minutes later he heard the front door slam, and risked peeking into her room. The luggage was empty of clothes, as were her dresser drawers and her closet. She must have thrown out her whole wardrobe.
It was hours before Evelyn came home, and what Nick saw when she stepped through the door stunned him. She was in tight black fishnet stockings, modest black heels, a leather godet miniskirt, and a black vest top with red piping. She looked… stunning. She had also dyed her hair a vibrant blood red.
“Hey Nick… help me bring everything in from the car, okay?” his sister asked.
“Sure.” Nick said, following her out to the old Suzuki she drove.
They spent the next twenty minutes carting her new wardrobe from the car to her room, as she hung things up, folded others, and got everything into place. Nick was stunned. He had wanted her wardrobe to be confident and powerful, but what she had come home with skirted the border between CEO sheik and dominatrix. There was a lot of leather and faux leather, and most things were in black or strong jewel tones.
Thursday, Week 1
Nick couldn’t stop thinking about his sister’s naked body. The sound of her masturbating down the hall didn’t help. He had jerked off three times during the night to the memory of it, but it still felt lacking. He sighed as he changed his script, realizing that he needed to make some changes. He then went in search of his sister.
He found her once again in her place in the living room, sprawled on the couch watching TV. As he had before, he made sure the drapes were closed and the light he needed was on, then he dangled the pendant in front of his sister’s eyes, putting her into a trance before turning off the TV.
He spent the first twenty minutes of the trance once more reinforcing the previous days in her mind, making sure that they were etched into stone within her mind. He then launched into his new script. “Exercise is key to your health, you want to be healthy and fit. You should exercise no less than an hour, every other day. Yoga, jogging, stretching, cardio… you want to be fit and toned, and keep your body perfect.” thinking back to how she had been in high school, he smiled as he repeated it over and over. He then let her drift off in a nap, and then went to jerk off again.
After he was finished, he glanced out the window to see his sister in yoga shorts and a sports bra top, doing yoga in the backyard under the summer sun. It was a hot enough sight that he almost managed to get hard again, even though he had just cum.
To say that the parents had noticed the change in Evelyn was an understatement. They were confused, stunned, and pleased by the sudden change. When they asked Nick what he thought happened, he just said, “I think she’s reinventing herself,” and they seemed satisfied with that answer.
Friday, Week 1
Friday morning found Nick pacing his room again, though this time he wasn’t worried about what his sister was up to… he was worried about what he was up to. He couldn’t get her naked body out of his mind. He had only discovered masturbation a few months prior, but now all he could think about when he jerked his cock was his sister’s naked body, her mind held captive under his control. He wanted more, and he felt so guilty about the script he had written for her today.
He spent all morning worrying about it, debating if he should or not. He had finally decided to throw the script out, and left his room to go get lunch when he heard his sister scream in orgasm in her bedroom. She had apparently spent the whole morning masturbating. The smell of her arousal hung in the air almost as heavily as pot smoke used to.
Nick’s resolve broke.
He waited for her to come downstairs, and as soon as she was on the couch he pulled out the pendant and held it in front of her eyes, once more dropping her into a trance. He didn’t even bother to reinforce the previous days, only one thing mattered now, the new script.
“You love your brother, Evelyn, you trust your brother, you want nothing more than to make your brother pleasure you. To enjoy sharing everything with him…” Slowly, nervously, but with a throbbing erection, Nick worked to reprogram his sister to develop a kink for incest in general, and him in particular. He then let her nap, taking a last look at her body in the tight faux-leather stretch pants and a wine red sleeveless corseted top.
He let out a groan of need as he left the living room, running up to his bedroom to fret over what he had done.
His fretting came to a halt when he heard a knock at his door, and heard Evelyn ask, “Hey, Nick, can I come in?”
“Uh… yeah.” he replied, swallowing hard.
She pushed the door open, and his eyes bulged at the sight of her, she had taken off her clothes, and strode into his room naked and confident, saying, “You love me, right Nick?”
He stammered out, “Y… y… yes, of… of course.”
She grinned, “Good.” she then pulled him against her naked body, kissing him hard enough that it left him breathless. He found himself pushed down on the bed as she pulled his clothes off, getting him as naked as she was as her hands caressed him and she kissed her way down to his stiff dick.
As small as he was at his age, she had no trouble taking his whole erection into her mouth, suckling over the four inch long stiffie with a low moan of pleasure that sent vibrations through him that caused him to moan as well. He’d never felt anything but his own hand down there, and the warm, wet suction of her mouth was amazing. She bobbed her head, flicked her tongue at his uncircumcised tip, then used her lips to force his foreskin back so her tongue could spiral around it.
Nick couldn’t imagine pleasure like that, he gripped the bedding to either side of himself with white knuckles and gasped out as his body hit orgasm in record time.
Once he was done twitching and started to go soft, Evelyn giggled softly, licking her lips, “Still cumming dry, hmm? Don’t worry, it’s okay. I think it’s sexy.”
Nick panted for breath, watching as she crawled up over him on the bed, until she was straddling his face, “Your turn to return the favor, Nicki.” She lowered herself down, letting her ruddy pink and dripping wet flower part over his mouth.
Not knowing what to do, he started to kiss, and then lick, nervously at first, but then with more and more pleasure and enthusiasm as he heard his sister moaning above him, her body undulating as she squeezed at her breasts with her hands and threw her head back. His hands went to her tight ass, rubbing and caressing as he watched how she reacted to his tongue.
It felt like it took forever for Nick to bring his sister to orgasm, as he learned what she liked, and when she finally came, it was more of an explosion, her juices soaking his face as she bucked against him over and over. His tongue was aching and exhausted, but she was aglow with pleasure.
She smiled and slipped off him, kissing him on his quim soaked lips before whispering, “Thanks for that, Nicki.”
Nick didn’t talk much that weekend, it seemed like every time his sister could get him alone, his tongue ended up between her legs, enough so that it ached and throbbed all the time. But she sucked him off whenever he could get hard, so he wasn’t about to complain.
Monday, Week 2
Nick woke to the sound of his door opening, blinking in surprise as his sister slipped into his room. She grinned at him as she walked to his bed, crawling up over him, pinning him under the covers, “Hey there Nicki, Mom and Dad have already gone to work… you know what that means, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer, she just turned around and planted her bare pussy over his face, grinding down against him.
Nick grunted as she pushed her weight down against him, his nose pressed against the puckered crinkle of her ass as his jaw was forced painfully open by her weight. He started to lick, listening to her moaning and rocking, but then started to struggle.
He couldn’t breathe.
He tried to squirm his face out from between her butt cheeks, but she was heavier and stronger than him, and with his arms pinned under the bedding by her weight, he couldn’t do anything to express his growing concern as his lungs began to burn.
She knew though, he knew that when she said between moans, “Mmm, I’d better cum before you pass out, or there will be hell to pay…”
His eyes went wide and he struggled in greater panic, his tongue moving frantically against her pussy as he tried to get her off… so that he could get her off.
He could see spots in his eyes, and his lungs felt like they were on fire by the time she started to buck and gasp in climax, but what brief moments of air he had were broken by the explosion of fluid from her hot pussy, making him choke and cough it back out, leaving him feeling faint. He was so ready for a breath of fresh air, his chest heaved and his body squirmed, but she just settled her weight down on him harder as she came down from her bliss, moaning out, “Sleep well, little Nicki…”
He came around slowly, feeling something cold and firm around his genitals, and then he heard a click, lifting his head as his eyes opened blearily, groaning out, “Wh… what?”
He found himself naked atop his bed, his sister sitting beside him as she pulled her hands away from the padlock she had just closed. Between his legs, instead of the cock and balls he was used to, he found a tight plastic tube, hot pink in color with little vent holes cut in the sides, encasing his cock and tugging it down tight against his scrotum. A ring of glistening steel wrapped around his scrotum before rejoining the tip of the tube. All locked securely by that heart shaped pink padlock. A chastity cage.
Evelyn smiled, “It was such a pain to find one small enough to fit your little dicklet.”
Nick blinked in confusion, “Evelyn, wh… what are you doing, please take that off me…”
She shook her head, “No can do, Nicki, I have to do this. I have to share everything with you, Nicki… and that means I need to take control of your pleasure. It’s for your own good. Now come on, let’s get you into the shower.”
He recognized the phrasing, his eyes going wide. He darted off the bed and ran to his underwear drawer… only to find it empty. The crystal was missing… but so were all his socks and underwear. “The… the necklace… where’s the necklace?” he asked his sister in a pleading voice.
“Oh, right… the spirit channeler, I threw that thing in the trash with your icky clothes. Don’t worry, I’m done wasting my life as some kind of drugged up hippie. I don’t need it anymore.” Evelyn replied with a smirk. She then gave him a soft slap on the butt, and said, “If you ever want out of that chastity cage, get into the shower, now.”
Nick didn’t have a choice, he had to find the key, but for now he had to play along with his sister. She showered with him, taking the time to lather him up with her body wash before letting him rinse off and ordering him to wash her. Then he was made to lather his hair up with her shampoo, and after rinsing it out, use her conditioner. Once she had done the same, they dried off, and then she slathered lotion over every exposed inch of his skin.
The next stop was Evelyn’s bedroom, where Nick found a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt laying on her bed, along with a pair of his flip flops. “Get dressed.” Evelyn said as she pulled on a black pencil skirt and a risque black vinyl top that left all her belly on display. “We are going out to see about that hair of yours, and to get you new clothes.”
Nick swallowed as he pulled on the shirt and then asked, “What about underwear?”
Evelyn just shrugged, “They were all old and gross. Just wear the shorts for now.”
He whimpered as he finished dressing, and then followed her to her car, saying, “Please sis, just give me back my old clothes, and if you can give me the necklace, I can make everything okay again.”
She laughed, “Everything is already okay. Just get in.”
She drove him to a salon, and while getting out she said, “I made an appointment for you yesterday, don’t worry, they are scene friendly here.” Nick had no clue what that meant. Evelyn checked them in, and then Nick found himself quickly in the care of three giggling women.
He was taken to a chair, and his hair was pulled from its ponytail, and trimmed and preened before being slathered with bleach, taking it from dishwater blonde to a shocking platinum blonde, which made his muddy blue eyes seem so much brighter. It was then styled into a pair of very girlish pigtails, making the boy blush horribly.
He and his sister were then taken into a back room by one of the women, and he was told to strip down. He blushed furiously as he obeyed, especially as the woman laughed at his chastity cage. She commented, “That will have to come off too, for the treatment you asked for.”
His sister knelt, pulling the hemp thong necklace out of her cleavage, letting him see that the crystal was gone, and in its place was a key, which she used to unlock his chastity cage, “W... What treatment?” he asked nervously.
The woman said, “Your waxing, of course.”
Being naked in the presence of two women, with his cage off, he was hard in an instant, but after an hour spent being slathered in hot wax and then having it ripped off, removing the peach fuzz hair everywhere on his body below the nose, he was left soft enough for his sister to put the cage back on and lock it soundly again.
The woman commented, “I wish I had gotten waxed at your age. It would have made life so much easier. Waxing while the follicles are still immature ensures that they don’t grow back. You will never need to shave.”
Nick blinked, “W… what?”
His sister just grinned, “Good, hygiene is important and body hair is unattractive.” She paid the women and then once Nick was dressed again, she led him out of the salon and drove to the mall. “Time to get you a new wardrobe.”
She, of course, led him to a girl’s clothing store. Nick whispered, “Sis, I can’t shop here, I’m not a girl, remember?”
Evelyn casually flicked his pigtails and said, “Relax, Nicki, clothes makes the girl, not anatomy.”
Nick blinked and then blushed, they were his words, but twisted, wrong. He shuddered as she walked through the aisles, picking out micro miniskirts, tight baby doll t-shirts and flirty blouses. He hissed out, “I can’t wear those!” she just laughed as she pushed him into a changing room, “Sure you can, clothes should be sexy, and just a little bit naughty.”
He ended up leaving the store in a skirt that barely came past his butt cheeks, in a soft pastel pink, with a white t-shirt that had a pixie decal on the front, wearing knee high socks and a new pair of deck shoes. His sister paid for enough clothes to fill his dresser and closet, all just as slutty or worse than what he was wearing, with not a single pair or pants in the mix, and only one pair of shorts, yoga shorts in purple with a vibrant pink line down each hip.
The next stop was a lingerie store, where Evelyn fitted her brother with a variety of teasing and sexy panties, from g-strings to hip hugger bikinis. She even bought him a few training bras. With that done, the next stop was a pet store, which left Nick confused until his sister bought a pink leather collar with rhinestones encircling it, which she bought and then strapped around Nick’s neck.
He blushed furiously the whole way home, feeling ridiculous in the skirt and panties, the tight shirt and long socks, and that collar that made so clear what a mistake he had made in tinkering with his sister’s mind.
Once they were home, Evelyn said, “Now then, exercise is the key to good health, and I won’t have my slave being unhealthy. So you will exercise with me every day that I work out. Understood?”
“Slave?” Nick blurted out in confusion.
She smiled, “Yes, slave. I love you, Nicki, and I want to make you pleasure me. So from now on, you’re my cute, sissy sex slave. Nick is dead. Nicki is my new pet and lover. It just feels… so right.” she grinned as she grabbed him by the ring in his collar, “Now come on, I’m going to re-enroll in college, and while I do, you have a pussy to lick.”
Friday, Week 2
Nick paced back and forth in his bedroom, the eleven year old boy frowning as he tried to think of a solution to the problem that rocked his young world. He could hear through the vents, his parents voices carrying as they debated what to do, not about his sister Evelyn, but about him. A week with him dressed up as a girl, acting shy, not saying anything… mostly because his tongue was always sore from licking pussy…
He heard his sister chime in, surprising him, “I think he’s just going through a phase. But I think I know how to help him. Look… I’m going back to college, and I found an apartment. I managed to find my direction in life again, why don’t you guys let me help him the same way. He can move in with me, and I’ll make sure he turns out right.”
Nick groaned as he heard his parents consider that suggestion, and then agree. They would help him pack this weekend.
Tuesday, Week 151
Fourteen year old Nicki hurried home from school, running from the bus stop to the apartment she shared with her sister. The school year had finally ended, and she would no longer have to deal with the stares, the whispers and the giggling. Next year she would start high school.
The day she had moved in with her sister, Mistress Evelyn had enrolled her in a different school under the name Nicki, and had enrolled her as a transexual girl. Three years she had endured boys teasing her, and girls laughing at her chastity cage in gym class as they showered. For three years she had exercised an hour every other day, jogging and doing yoga, toning her figure and giving it a decidedly girlish shape, which the birth control pills her sister had started her on had only aided in rounding out.
Her cage hadn’t been off since the day at the salon, the day it went on. The first year had been miserable, aching with need for orgasm, but then her mistress had bought a strap-on, and Nicki had discovered that she could cum from getting fucked up the butt. It didn’t happen often, only every few months or so, when she was desperately pent up, but each time it was like heaven opening up for her as her whole body exploded around her sister’s increasingly larger strap-on dildos.
And her tongue, of all her muscles, her tongue was by far the strongest, pierced with a simple stud, she could now go hours eating her mistress’s pussy or ass, licking the older woman to orgasm after orgasm without feeling the pain of exhaustion. Sex was as much a part of her life as breathing or eating.
She was obedient. She had to be, if she wasn’t she would get spanked, or smothered under her mistress’s beautiful pussy and ass. She had reinvented her sister in a week using hypnosis. Her sister had taken a different approach, reinventing her brother into a sister, using years of sexual denial, punishment, and training.
The end result was the same. They were both completely different people, and they were both happy.
Fin.
