Chapter 1
Stacy wanted to help her younger brother. He was a geek, and deep down she knew he was made to be feminine, but he kept resisting it. He was, just like most teenagers, a bit confused. So, she decided to help him. She had found a website, one that offered her hypnosis files.
She put the headphones on when he was sleeping and turned the hypnosis file on. It was perfect really, the file would seep into his unconscious without him even knowing.
Sam dreamed. They weren't his normal dreams though. They were...abstract mostly. He walked through a large field of pink.
He felt soft and warm there. And gradually through his confusion, he felt happy. A film reel of random images played on the backdrop, which had also been pink. Now then he saw a random stream of quick flashes. From what he could see the only thing these images could have in common was that they were "girly." Like something a feminine teenage girl might have on a poster on their wall or use for their phones wallpaper. These images felt...kinda good.
When Sam woke up he felt a little strange. He wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it had something to do with those odd dreams. He could have sworn that he saw his sister above him that morning, but that was probably just another dream.
It was several days before Sam noticed anything at all. At first, it was little things. In the various video games, he played he customized his characters a bit differently. He felt drawn to the color pink and often played as female characters, which wasn't too unusual, but the fact that he now had a distaste for playing as some of the hulking, unappealing males were. Playing normal guys was fine, but the ultramacho look seemed...unappealing.
He also noticed he wasn't looking at porn as much. He wasn't any less horny per se, however something about most porn he looked at sorta turned him off, but he wasn't sure what. It worried him a little, so he tried not to think about it.
A couple days later he noticed something else strange. Usually when Stacy's and his mothers shows were on tv, he would either use his laptop or phone or one of his portable gaming consoles. This still remained true, however now he felt himself drawn into looking up. Something about the stories of the drama's, soap operas and chick flicks they watched...it kinda drew him in.
He also realized how pretty women's clothing was in a way he never had before.
It wasn't until he decided to binge watch the first season of Pretty Little Liars on his laptop that he began to freak out.
He started to look up things on google. "How do men become feminine?" "Does this make me feminine" "Does being feminine make me gay" stuff along those lines. He found nothing but garbage from those answers, well, he did find some people being supportive, but that didn't matter to him. He felt like something strange was going on, like he was losing his mind.
Finally, he decided to go to his sister.
"Uh...Stacy." He asked her when she opened the door to her room. She was pretty and wearing cute but casual homewear. Stacy had always been a popular girl and Sam felt like he was in her shadow, but Stacy had also always been nice and most people that otherwise may have been cruel backed off due to her influence.
"Yes, Sam?" She asked.
"Well...I was uh wondering if we could talk?" Sam said. It was clear he was nervous by his voice.
"Of course. What is it?" She asked in a cheerful voice.
"Can I come inside?" Sam asked.
"Sure." Stacy said and Sam entered her room, which was an elegant display of feminine design. Sam marveled at it, noticing for the first time how lovely it truly was.
"I uh...have been uh...feeling kinda...girly lately." Sam said. Stacy chuckled.
"Oh is that all? My brother's getting in touch with his feminine side? That's no big deal." Stacy said.
"It isn't?" Sam asked.
"Of course not. I'd say it suits you, and it definitly will attract hotties to you." Stacy said with a smile.
"It will?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, don't worry. You'll be super popular in no time." Stacy said.
"I...I see." He said.
"So...your feeling girly? In what kinda ways?" She asked.
"Well, I binge-watched Pretty Little Liars." Sam said
"That shows great!" She said.
"I know right...but I uh...also have been listiening to some Lady Gaga and Britney Spears and stuff." Sam said.
"Nothing to be ashamed of there. " Stacy said.
"I also have been uh...noticing women's fashion a bit..." Sam said. Stacy hugged him tightly.
"I think the two of us will be best friends from now on." Stacy said.
Somehow he was almost sure she was correct. And that sounded...great.
"Just please...can you keep this from mom and dad?" He asked her.
"No problem. I totally get it. ' Stacy said and gave him a pat on the head. She was only a couple years older then him but even barefoot was several inches taller then him. It didn't quite feel fair.
"So...where did you get too in Pretty Little Liars?" She asked.
"Just to the second season." He said.
"Well cmon, we need to finish it now." Stacy said.
Sam enjoyed his time with his sister. She kept her word about spending "girl time" with her brother only when they were distracted or had left. He also continued to have dreams. Though they had grown more complex and real. Once he dreamed of going on a shopping spree with his sister. Another time he dreamed of singing Lady Gaga songs loudly at a karaoke place. Another he dreamed of going to a spa.
It was weird, he was a guy, still felt like a guy, still loved video games and all his old hobbies, he just had all these new ones. He knew there was nothing wrong with this, but he still felt a bit embarrassed. Why had he suddenly got so interested in this stuff? Was it, as Stacy said, just his feminine side finally emerging?
Chapter 2
The weeks passed and Sam felt himself grow closer to his sister and become even more feminine. Not very quickly, he just noticed little things. He was more sensitive and found himself crying more during emotional moments in the various media he consumed. He found he was taking more care of his personal appearance and cared much more about fashion. He was beginning to be interested in celebrity gossip, in cooking, in a lot of the things that he considered to be feminine. However, he wasn't losing his other interests. Though truth be told, girly pop music was now his favorite genre of music.His old interests were a bit colored by his new interests. Again he was taking to playing women and less overtly macho men in video games. Occasionally, if there was an ability to do so, he would dress his male characters in women's clothing. Sam wasn't exactly confusion-free. However, his sister's guidance and comfort did help him quite a bit."I'm really proud of you, you know?" Stacy said, on one of their hang out nights. Their parents were gone and they had the house to themselves."Thanks." Sam said."You really accept yourself as who you are. You don't even struggle against your feminine side." Stacy said."What else can I do? It is part of me after all." Sam said."You're exactly right. No use fighting." Stacy said.Sam was pretty sure he dozed off there on the couch. But he woke up early in the morning in his own bed. He felt like something had changed. Like he was only beginning the process. What process he didn't know, nor did he know where it would lead him. He just knew he had to walk it. 'Still, in his bed, he looked around at his room. He felt like something was off about it, but he wasn't sure what.A few days later he had the first nightmare he had in a long time. It started with him alone with a Bikini-clad Kate Upton in his bedroom. Despite this being an old fantasy of his, he felt profoundly uncomfortable by it for some reason he couldn't grasp. She gave him a wink and he felt a shudder down his spine. It felt really creepy and he felt disgusted and a bit horrified. Then she took off her bikini top, revealing her large breasts. He found them suddenly a turn off, gross even, and felt the urge to look away or close his eyes or run, but he found he couldn't. He couldn't do or say anything. Just look at this unpleasant sight as it disgusted him and filled him with more and more dread. Then she sat on his bed and put a hand on his knee and he felt suddenly like prey.He was able to move then, and tried bolting out the door. However, the door was locked. In an act of dream logic he wished himself to be under the bed, his unconscious fleeing their as a childhood remedy to horror. However it didn't help, she soon dragged him out. Then she leaned in for a kiss. Sam woke up in a cold sweat. He took a few deep breaths, confusion and horror griping him. He saw the Kate Upton poster on his wall and felt ill. Suddenly he could find nothing sexy at all about her. This didn't help his sense of discomfort and confusion. He had similar dreams the next couple of nights. After a dream in which Brooklyn Decker tried to rip his pants off, he awoke and ran to the bathroom to vomit. Sam then pulled down all his bikini model posters, ripped them up and threw them in the trash. The next few nights he had much more pleasurable dreams. Dreams about tomboys, about women with pleasant personalities that he felt at home with. Dreams about unconventional looking women who he now found quite attractive. Sam found that he was no longer interested in breasts over a C cup. D cups and above caused him stress and disgust to look at. He found that he liked women with big butts and wide hips. That his interests skewed towards tomboys and MILF's/cougars with kind hearts and mutual interests. He was interested in the dominant woman now. His interests in porn though were decreasing, and he watched far less of it. Now he usually just fantasized about women, only going to porn sites infrequently. Stacy observed his continued changes in behavior with pleasure. Soon she'd have the brother she really wanted. The brother that had been slumbering within Sam all along.
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