Brian hops to his feet, his cock swinging haphazardly between his legs, and trots up to you. "Step back outside for a second, I gotta get ready. And no peeking until I say you can!"
"But... what? I..." you sputter in protest. There's nothing for it, though, as Brian has you off-balance, forcing you to stumble back out the door, which promptly but quietly closes behind you before you can regain your balance. Once you're back upright, you stand there numbly, unsure of what to do. "Um, Brian?" you ask through the door, keeping your voice down so as to not disturb anybody. "Should I go down and get breakfast?"
There's some shuffling noises, as well as the sound of a drawer closing, followed by footsteps towards the door. "No, this will only be a few minutes," he tells you, before going back to whatever it was. You try not to imagine the possibilities. A futile effort as you picture him setting up bondage gear to sodomize you. Shuddering, you force yourself to think of other things, despite the fact your little pecker is stirring.
The wait is painfully long, and its end a mix of trepidation, curiosity and anticipation. A little relief that the tension was about to be released, too. Swallowing, your hand closes on the knob and pushes the door in.
You blink as you take in the sight before you. Where once a boy stood, now there sat what looked, for all the world, like a little girl. Done up in a light application of make-up, hair groomed into a neat pixie cut, complete with a purple barrette, and wearing a cutesy tube top, frilly skirt, long thigh-high socks and a pair of shiny shoes each adorned with a small heart. You don't mention panties, not because you can't see them but because a foreskin-clad cockhead decorated with a small pink bow peeks out from underneath the knee-length skirt.
You're struck utterly dumb. Brian wasn't the most masculine of boys, but nevertheless, to see him done up like this... He was easily the girliest sibling you'd seen in this house so far. Jailbait, you'd say, were it not for the cock. But your own incomparably small dick was disagreeing on that. It seemed your brain and body were at odds on where you fell on the sexual orientation scale.
"What's the matter, Zack?" he asked, his voice suddenly sounding perfectly feminine. "Struck dumb by how pretty I am?" He shifted his weight onto one hip and placed a finger on his lip. Oh god, you were starting to admit he was sexy. In a... childish sort of way.
"I... I just," you stammer out. "I'm surprised at the transformation, that's all."
"You say that, but your blush says otherwise," she-- he teases.
"Of course I'm blushing," you defend yourself. "It's a natural reaction."
"You say that too," he repeats, then looks down, "But I see something twitching in your pants."
You can't argue with that. You look away and grumble. "I'm just confused, that's all."
"Let me help get rid of that confusion, then." Brian sets his foot down and rises from the bed, his cockhead still visible beneath the hem of his frilly pink skirt. Smiling tantalizingly at you, she swaggers closer, hips swaying provocatively, eyelids half lowered. How did this young boy have bedroom body language so mastered already?
"Brian? What are you...?" You back away, into the doorframe.
"Shhh, just let me help you," he purrs, closing the door and taking your hand. You numbly accept, partially out of shock, curiosity, and willingness you don't want to admit. He locks the door and guides you to the bed, sitting you down and climbing on, himself. You eyes are automatically drawn to the pendulous meat between his legs as he does so.
"See something you like?" he teases.
"No," you insist, too quickly.
"Well then, I have something else to offer." Saying that, he turns around and lifts his skirt to bare his pale, smooth rump at you. A pair of plush cheeks, as girly as any girl's. You find yourself reaching out to feel them. They're as soft as they look. Now you're definitely turned on.
"Don't hesitate," he urges.
"I... can't," you object.
"Who cares if it's gay?" he insists, pushing his ass out more toward you. From this angle, with his thighs hiding his elephant trunk cock, you'd mistake him for a girl with ease.
"I just can't!"
"Ohhh, I get what this is," he says, smiling at you over his shoulder. "You're self-conscious about your size, aren't you?"
"Wha- how?" He knew!
"I'm used to it," he says casually. "I've never met anyone with a cock as big as mine. Well, except M-- Uh. Well, you wouldn't know her. Him."
That's a little relieving. You barely even register the fact he admitted someone was bigger than him. "O.. okay. You got me," you admit.
"Put down your pride," he continues. "You've already lost to my cock, so what good will it do you?" Very rational, and you can't argue with that. "Now go on, ram it home. Don't worry about lubing up, I can take anything the human race can dish out."
You swallow and resign yourself to this. You want to be faithful to Zoe, but...
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