"What?!" you gasp out, attempting to struggle to your feet and escape before your brother has a chance to do anything else to you, but your far to slow, and Chris easily forces you back down, and begins swirling the brush back and forth across your body, covering every inch of you from the neck down in a thin layer of black rubber. As the magic begins to take effect, you can fell yourself changing, becoming more feminine. Your legs become more slender and shapely, your butt expands, your hips widen, your waist, already narrow, becomes even narrower, and two mounds begin pushing their way out from your chest, expanding steadily until your left with a set of boobs nearly the size of basketballs hanging from your chest. For a moment, you think the changes are finished, but then you fell a tingling in your arms, almost like the feeling you get when your foot falls asleep, but far more intense. You look to see what's happening, only to watch in horror as your arms become smaller and smaller, steadily being drawn up into your rubberized body, and you start to panic, thrashing around, trying to scrape the rubber off somehow before it's too late, but it's already to late, and you can only watch as the last tiny bit of your arms is drawn up into your body, the tingling feeling fading until you can no longer feel it, or your arms anymore, and your left with nothing but a pair of smooth rounded shoulders where your arms used to be. The changes hadn't stopped with your arms however, though you'd been far to distracted by that particular change to notice the other, as it had been fairly subtle by comparisons, and it's only when you start to speak, intent on demanding to be changed back, that you realize that your voice has changed as well, having become higher, more girlish, and much sexier than it was a few moments ago before your brother changed you.
"Wh-what the hell? What's wrong with my voice? Why do I sound like a girl?" you demand instead, for some reason more disturbed at the moment by that particular change than the changes that have been inflicted on your body, at least until your brother reminds you them.
"Your voice? That's what your worried about? I really thought that you'd give the fact that you've been changed into a girl and that you don't have any arms would be higher on the list than what you sound like." Your brother answered, sounding more than a little puzzled by your reaction.
His comment causes you to glance down at yourself, revealing what you had subconsciously known already, but hadn't quite consciously registered yet, as it all felt like some sort of nightmare that you'd soon be waking up from, but now you were forced to confront the truth, that this was really happening, that you had been transformed into a girl, and a highly sexual, armless one at that, dressed in some sort of black rubber cat suit covering you from the neck down, complete with a pair of pumps with six inch heels attached to the bottom of the suit where it covered your feet, and, though you couldn't see it from your current perspective, you could feel some sort of collar clamped tightly around your neck, with a short leash attached to it, hanging down between your two new massive breasts.
"YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" you screamed in your new high pitched, sexy voice, causing your brother to wince slightly from the piercing quality your new voice had when used at high volume.
"Not so loud 'SIS' do you want the entire neighborhood to hear you?!" you brother cautioned.
"YES! I want them all to know just what a jerk you are, and how you're mistreating me! I also want you to turn me back to normal RIGHT NOW! Or else..." you begin to say, but Chris interrupts you before you can finish.
"Or else what?" Chris asked. "I'm holding the brush, I'm the only one with arms to use it, and Mom and Dad aren't here. Face it sis, your mine to do with as I will for now." he continued. "Besides, you still want to be turned back don't you?" he asked.
"Of course I do idiot! That's what I was just saying!" you shouted angrily.
"Okay, and just exactly do you think would happen to the brush if it's abilities became know to the general public? There'd be panic, that's what, mass hysteria! It' and anyone affected by it would be locked away forever in a lab to be studied, and probably dissected. Is THAT really what you want?" your brother asks.
"No, I guess not." you sigh, reluctantly conceding that your brother does in fact have a point. "But seriously bro, this is too much! You've gotta turn me back, I can't live like this!" You plead, hoping that you can appeal to your brothers better nature, and that begging will work where threats have failed.
"I will. But not until I'm done with you." Your brother replies, dashing any hopes you had of returning to your original form any time soon. "Now come on." Your brother orders, grabbing the end of your leash and helping you to your feet, where you totter for a moment before getting the hang of the high heels your wearing. It's surprisingly easy actually, almost as though you'd been walking around in shoes like this for years. After giving you a moment to get your balance, your brother drags you off to_________________?
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