Silly Andy Part 1: Girl's Night (Patreon)

Loosely inspired by Silly Candy by TheRealPrincessLink

(MTF Story)

Andy was a prick. No two ways about it. He didn’t treat people very well and in return he didn’t have many friends. He spent most of his time going to parties, getting drunk, doing drugs, and harassing women. He was very famous around town for his tirades about how women had it so easy and how feminism is a trap.

At some point, he got the attention of Kayla. She was a “I can fix him” type. Her best friend Hannah couldn’t stand the douchebags she brought by. But eventually most of them disappeared. Andy had lasted a lot longer than she hoped.

Hannah could deal with jerks. Andy, she could not deal with. He was a next level asshole.

She spent hours working out solutions that she didn’t figure would work. She could give him a stern talking to, but no way that would be effective. Or threaten to stop being friends with Hannah. But she didn't want to abandon her. No, she had a different thought. Maybe she could befriend him.

She had heard this rumor, kind of a tall tail at this point about a sister and a brother where the sister wanted to teach the brother a lesson about how he treated her and all women for that matter. She had gotten a spell from a witch that could rewrite the brother. Now Hannah wasn’t sure if she could actually believe the story but she was desperate. Luckily, she knew of a special shop downtown that had incredulous stories told about it.

When she and Kayla went downtown, she broke off from her friend and went in search of the special store. Initially, she wasn’t sure about befriending someone as trusting as Kayla. She wasn’t the most open person but Kayla was always nice. She’d come to see her as a sister. And she wanted to look out for her.

She found the noted shop quickly enough, almost too quickly. She went in and took in her surroundings. The shelves were lined with oddities in the dark room. At the counter, she found a woman with red hair and brilliant, gold eyes.

“May I help you?” the woman asked.

“Actually yes I heard a story about a spell and I know this sounds crazy, but I was hoping you may be able to help me about a problem I have. I want the Silly Candy spell.”

The woman looked at her with newfound peaked interest.

“Well I suppose we can just skip the formalities. Yes, I can give you that spell. Why do you want it?“

“There’s this jerk who has very little redeemable quality. I’d like to give his life new meaning if possible. I figure that people who treat people poorly are just unhappy, and if I can make his life a little happier, even if in a little different way than he was hoping for than that is energy well spent,” she said nervously.

The woman, likely Celestia, looked at Hannah. She seemed to look into her very soul.

“Usually I attribute magic to simple items, tchotchkes really. Given I have plenty of simple spells. This one is a bit more specific as it alters reality very plainly. I will enchant a necklace with a magic ability that will fade once you feel your mission is completed. You seem familiar with the spell so I figure you know how dangerous it can be to mess with reality on this scale. So some ground rules. Don’t mess with the fate of the universe. Don’t hurt anyone. And don’t forget to have fun.“

She passed her a necklace with a red pendant on it.

“Seriously? Is that all?”

“I can wave my hands and say nonsense if it would make you feel better,” the woman mused.

“That’s all right. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing dear. Just show that jerk who’s boss.”

Hannah met up with Kayla later that evening. She had a unique request.

“Why do you want Andy to come over? I thought you didn’t like him?”

“I just want to give him a fair chance.”

“Even though it’s girl’s night.”

“Why not?” Hannah said with a smirk.

“Okay then! I’ll call him.”

She did just that. Within an hour, Andy was on his way over. He was initially confused. Why would his girlfriend’s best friend want him to join their girl’s night? But then he figured it out. Obviously she had a thing for him and wanted a three way. He could understand that. She wasn’t half bad looking either. He just thought with all the self righteous shit she talked she had to be a lesbian.

He let himself in.

“Hey hot stuff,” he said. He kissed Kayla obnoxiously and slapped her butt.

“Hi, Andy. You remember Hannah?”

“Yeah sure. How’s it going?”

“Do you really care?”

“Ha you’re funny. So why did you ask me to come over, Anna?"

Hannah cringed at his way of speaking.

"No reason really. Just figured you and my best friend have been dating for a couple years now so it was probably time I get to know you."

"Is that right? Yeah you can get to know me. I figured you wouldn't be able to resist for too long."

"That's not what I meant."

She turned away disgusted at the thought of being with this lump of a guy.

"Sure it isn't. So what’s for dinner?”

“We usually do sushi when we get together,” Kayla added lightly.

“Ew fish. Let’s get a pizza. Or burgers,” he said as he got comfortable on the couch.

Hannah was already over his proto-masculine behavior. But this would be the perfect opportunity to test the spell.

“You sure you want such messy greasy food?” she asked him.

“Did I stutter? Gosh, some bitches.”

“All right, you asked for it.”

“Asked for what?”

“Silly Candy, you’ve never enjoyed greasy messy food. You actually like sushi, a lot. In fact, you have it for most meals.”

Andy’s brain felt very foggy. Suddenly pizza sounded gross to him. It almost made him nauseous thinking about the meals he’d eaten the past few nights. And yet, sushi sounded really good. Which was odd because he never cared for raw fish. But he was easily craving it.

“Well yeah, like I said, sushi sounds great. And my name is Andy. Not whatever you said.”

“Oh my mistake, must’ve been a slip of the tongue.” Hannah smiled. It was working.

“Well, great I’m glad we could all agree on something. I’ll place the order,” Kayla said.

When she left the room, Andy stared daggers at Hannah.

“What did you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. One minute I want pizza. Next I’m craving girl food. Did you do something to me?” he got up and loomed over her.

“Sit back down, creep.”

“Nah, you’re gonna tell me what you just did. Or else.”

He balled his fists. He knew he could get away with threatening smaller people. He was strong and this girl was feeble.

Hannah wasn’t planning on torturing him this fast but he was asking for it. Literally. She couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Silly Candy, you are not as threatening as you think you are. Especially being such a small and diminutive woman.”

“The fuck did you just…”

He stopped mid sentence when he felt his body cramp and crunch inward. His beer belly was on fire. His effort filled biceps stung like the worst workout ever. And his manly jaw hurt. 

He tried to brush off the pain and focus on the crazed chick in front of him. But he couldn’t ignore it any longer as she began growing. Somehow Hannah was shooting up towards the ceiling. Except the room was growing too. Unless he was shrinking. He went from far above Hannah’s head, to eye level, to staring at her chin, to being face level with her boobs.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he squeaked out. “Is that my voice?”

He sounded much more high pitched.

“Yeah aw it’s so cute.”

“No it’s not. Are you some kind of fucking witch? Just cause you made me younger doesn’t mean I can’t still kick your ass.”

“Younger?” she asked.

Andy was beyond confused. How this lady had done this was out of his depth. But he’d watched enough manly tiktoks to know that some women were supernatural freaks. And she had made him younger. But he’d grow… probably.

That’s when his pants fell down from his massive change. His jeans and boxers fell right down to his ankles. His eyes went wide as he reached to pick them up. But before he could, he noticed a major difference from his usual manhood. He didn’t have a manhood. Where his dick had been was replaced with a womanly slit.

Now that he (she) took the moment to take in his body, he noticed the other less obvious differences. He had real curves. His hips jutted out slightly from his tiny waist but not enough to catch his men’s jeans. He had little breasts poking out under his now dress sized shirt. And his hair tickled the back of his neck as it fell softly around his head.

“Oh fuck no. You made me a bitch?” he yelled in his falsetto voice.

“It took you long enough. I’m frustrated that you’re so cute. It makes that misogynistic  language sound so out of place.”

“Cute? I am not cute.”

Hannah bent down with her hands on her knees. She was enjoying this.

“Silly Candy, you are my cute younger sister. You’re a few years younger than me so probably 22.”

Andy felt himself mature slightly. His hips jostled and set as they would for a woman his age. His dimples on his cheeks became deeper which added a more adorable aspect to him. His hair gained a light red hue to match Hannah’s. He looked similar to her just younger and cuter. And wearing a huge shirt as a dress.

Meanwhile, his head felt irritated. Memories of growing up in an all boy family, playing football and arguing over sports, shifted to growing up with Hannah, playing dress up and arguing over clothes. He was fighting it but he couldn’t help his confusion.

“How is this happening? Did you curse me? Change me back. Change me back now!” she whined.

“I don’t think I will. At least not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

“I have nothing to learn. I’m just a man trying to make his way through the world. A world out to get him. Men have it rough.”

“Whether they do or don’t doesn’t concern you anymore.”

“I’ll say it one more time. Change me back.” He tried to sound tough. He even put his hands on his hips for emphasis. But it only made him look feminine and small.

“Sorry little sis, I don’t take orders from my kid sibling. Remember mom asked me if I’d let you tag along. She wanted me to rub off on you I guess,” Hannah said. She was rambling but it felt true somehow. Must’ve been the spell working out the details.

“That’s not true. You’re a liar. I hate you.”

Andy felt especially angry. He hated when Hannah got like this. He felt a familiar anger that seemed to come from a history of fights.

Then Kayla came back in the room.

“Will you two stop fighting? I barely got the food ordered over your shouting. Hannah, bestie, when you said you wanted to bring your sister, I thought you two would be more friendly than this.”

“My bad, Kayla,” Hannah apologized.

“Wait what? You don’t know me? Kayla, please, what about our relationship?”

Kayla stepped back in surprise.

“I remember you saying your sister was a bit crazy but what is she talking about?”

“I’m your boyfriend, Andy!”

“Silly Candy, you’re a woman and your name is Candy.”

“No, it’s not! I’m a woman and my name is Candy. What? Candy. My name is Candy. Fuck. Candy!”

“Jeez I get it, your name is Candy. Calm down, kid. I thought you were graduating college. Shouldn’t you be smarter?”

“Community college. And she’s barely graduating,” Hannah added.

“That’s not true. I’m a great student. Women are the dumb ones. I graduated with honors from business school,” Andy complained.

“Silly Candy, you’re as dumb as it gets. You have trouble with complicated thoughts. In fact, you prefer not to think too much.”

Andy felt the command hit his brain like a wave. His awareness collapsed. He was thinking of how stupid these girls were. But now he couldn’t quite place why.

“What was I saying?”

“I’m sure it wasn’t important,” Hannah returned.

The doorbell rang and Kayla went to get the sushi. Andy was struggling to focus on what was going on. He knew Hannah was messing with his brain. He was supposed to be a he. His name was Andy. But he couldn’t say that. He’d have to figure out a way to trick Hannah into changing him back. Maybe he could pay her. Women liked money, right? He was struggling to come up with a plan on an empty stomach. Luckily he was starving for sushi because of that jerk's first command.

When Kayla brought over the food to where they were sitting on the floor, he chowed down. He loved the taste of the salmon and crab. And especially avocado. All things that he got annoyed about women usually obsessing over. But he had to admit, his palette was ablaze with enjoyment. He barely noticed finishing the first wave and started shoving more down his throat. Despite having a vagina, he still ate like a man.

“Your sister is kinda gross,” Kayla whispered to Hannah.

Hannah looked over in between bites.

“Yeah she’s a pig.”

“It’s impressive she’s so skinny. She’s like a peg. She must have an incredible metabolism.”

“Not for long.”

“What was that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Hannah scooted across the carpet and sat next to Andy.

“What do you want, bitch?” he said between mouthfuls.

“You know sushi is supposed to be eaten with chopsticks right?”

“I eat with my hands. Like a man.”

“Silly Candy, you act like a lady. When you eat, you use utensils.”

He tried to fight the order. He really did. But his hand reached down for the chopsticks and opened them gracefully. He’d never used them before but his fingers did the work and easily picked up a roll and placed it in his mouth.

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter how I eat. I still eat like a man.”

“You know, it’s a bit ironic isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“How you shovel food down your gullet and prefer greasy shit that gave you that disgusting potbelly.”

“I did not have a…”

“I’m not finished,” Hannah interrupted.

Andy froze. He was starting to realize the gravity of his situation. At least subconsciously. Hannah could ruin him. He had to get on her good side for now.

“Fine.”

“As I was saying, you were a fat turd. And yet when Kayla had anything other than a salad, you scolded her. Called her a, what was it? A fatass?”

His eyes widened in horror.

“I think you’re taking that out of context. What I meant was that Kayla had a nice ass.”

“Well now so do you. Silly Candy, you have a fat ass from eating so much. You can’t stand to diet.”

Andy had enjoyed feeling lighter in the belly region for a bit. Sure he hated losing all of his hard earned arm muscles. But he wasn’t thrilled about the constant weight on his stomach. That familiar weight returned to his belly but less so. Fat rolled into his folds and became a cute perch where his belly button was underneath his shirt dress.

Where he had placed the oversized boxers around his tiny body, he felt skin stretching. He felt a painful yet tantalizing pressure in his thighs as their fatty muscles pushed against each other. The pressure built and built until it became nigh unbearable. As if on cue, his hips popped outward, emphasizing his womanly figure. His thighs jostled into place. And just as he attempted to catch his breath, he felt the sensation return tenfold in his butt. Fat launched into his bubbling rear. It filled out his boxers as it rounded behind him. He was lifted off the floor as inches of thickness filled his formerly flat behind. He was now sitting on comfortable pillows.

He reached his hand under his shirt and felt the rounded soft flesh that was now attached to him.

“Fuck. Why did you do that? I was behaving. Now I’ve got a fat fucking ass because you’re all bent out of shape about your lesbian culture.”

“May I remind you, little sister, at the moment you like women. That makes you a lesbian. Unless you’d prefer I change that.”

Andy gulped.

“That’s what I thought. Enjoy your fatty.”

She smiled a devious smile and moved back to Kayla.

“Gosh I wish I had a sister. You must learn so much from each other.”

“Ha yeah sure. I’m learning a lot.”

“Your sister is so cute. I’m impressed by that thick butt she has. A little jealous too. It’s a shame that she hides her body like that. Oversized shirts are not flattering.”

“You are so right, Kayla. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Most definitely.”

“Hey Candy. How would you feel about a makeover?”

Andy looked over at the two giggling women. He was in pure distress.

“I don’t want to do this,” the new woman whined.

“Aw come on, it’ll be fun,” Hannah encouraged.

“Absolutely not.”

“You know I could make you. Maybe I will. Here, Silly Ca…”

“Fine! Fine. I will do what you want. Just stop with the silly Candy crap.”

Hannah smiled and led her little sister over to a makeup chair.

“Kayla, I think you should do eyes. You’re good with mascara. And your eye shadow is killer. I’ll do contour and blush. Then we’ll do hair and clothes.”

“Ooh yeah! I’m so excited. I never had a little sister to do girl’s night stuff with.”

Kayla got her brushes out for her and Hannah to use.

Andy couldn’t believe his situation. Here he was in a barely five foot tall 20 year old girl’s body. He couldn’t act like himself or even say his name. Just an hour ago he was the toughest guy around. Now his vagina was itchy from the boxers he had on. Not to mention they were wedged in his butt crack between his round cheeks. But to pick it out wouldn’t be very ladylike and he was under a command.

‘Why me? This isn’t fair. I don’t deserve to be a woman. I’m probably dreaming right? I mean I tried to spy on a few girls’ sleepovers. Maybe this is some weird dream version of that.’

He lost his train of thought as his unfocussed mind wandered to women’s sleepovers. That’s when he felt the cool touch of makeup brushes.

“Hey what’s the big idea?”

“Sit still, Candy. Or else.”

He stopped his fidgeting.

“Wow your sister is so well behaved. This dark eyeshadow will make those boring brown eyes pop.”

“Boring?” he asked. “You always liked my eyes.”

Before Kayla could even question Andy’s comment, Hannah chimed in.

“Silly Candy, you have stunning green eyes. We are sisters after all.”

Andy felt the light in the room get brighter for a moment as his eyes grew more sensitive with the color change.

“Oh how weird of me not to notice. You have beautiful eyes,” Kayla complimented.

“Gee thanks,” Andy responded sarcastically.

They worked on his makeup for nearly an hour then started on his hair and nails. Despite his boredom and frustration, he had to admit it was fun having the attention on him. He usually had to fight to get people to pay attention to him. Being a girl was easy. They got all the attention. He wouldn’t realize how painfully true that was until later.

“How much longer?”

“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Hannah said.

“Don’t turn me into a baby.”

Kayla responded, “Your sister says the weirdest stuff. Anyway we’re about done. Your hair is totally adorable and that nail color is fabulous. Honestly you look hot.”

“I do?”

“Yeah even I gotta admit you look good, little sis.”

Andy moved over to a mirror and was shocked at his appearance. Staring him in the face was a gorgeous redhead with waves of warm hair framing a dolled up face complete with cute blush, highlighted cheekbones, and brilliant green eyes staring out in a mixture of appreciation and horror.

“That’s not me.”

“Oh don’t be so bashful. Don’t you look great? We did a great job,” Kayla said.

“And we’re not even done,” Hannah added.

“We’re not…?”

“Nope, we haven’t even tried on any clothes. Kayla, do you have anything that’ll fit my adorable younger sibling here?”

“She’s a bit smaller than me but I’ve kept some older clothes I grew out of. Pants will be tricky because she’s shorter than me but also thicker so we’ll have to stick to skirts.”

“No way, no skirts.”

“I think skirts are a great idea. Let’s browse.”

Unfortunately for Andy, Kayla found a box full of her old clothes. And ironically they included plenty of clothes that he remembered commenting on. He called some too girly, too gaudy, too emo, even too whorish, and so on until he’d made Kayla change to a much safer fashion sense.

“Wow jackpot,” Hannah said.

“Yeah I can’t believe how much of these I kept. I guess I never really wanted to get rid of them. I wonder what made me so self conscious for so long.”

“Maybe it’s cause some of these pieces make you look slutty,” Andy said out of angry instinct.

Kayla looked offended and held her head.

That wouldn’t fly for Hannah.

“That’s cheap coming from you. Silly Candy, you always dress showy. You only like to wear bold and bright outfits. You like how they make you feel.”

Andy realized his mistake too late. It was just a little comment. Yet he was about to pay for it.

Instantly the clothes that were barely hanging onto his body felt all wrong. He knew that the plain oversized men’s shirt was boring. And he felt uncomfortable by how much skin it was covering. His boxers had felt odd before with all the breathing room. Now they felt almost painful the way they itched. If he wouldn't have been naked and have to see his girlish body up close and personal, he would’ve ripped his shorts off right then and there.

“I didn’t mean it. Please don’t make me wear these totally cute clothes.”

He put a manicured hand over his mouth. Had Hannah messed with his words again? She was taking away his freedom of speech, how could she? He deserved to have an opinion about these clothes and now he was stuck saying that he liked them.

“I don’t get you. You say my clothes are slutty then you say you like them?” Kayla asked.

“Yeah so?” He figured it was best to say as little as possible.

“Fine then. I guess if you like slutty clothes so much, we’ll find you the best ones. But first, get that shirt off. You’ll need a bra for some of these. And what underwear are you wearing?”

“Boxers.”

“What, did you just come from sleeping with a guy? Or did you rob a hobo?” Kayla roasted.

“For your information…” Andy started until he saw Hannah’s glare. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit,” Hannah chimed with a giggle.

“Here, I don’t have panties in your size so you may have to go a size down. As for bras, I outgrew all my A cups too fast and had to get rid of them. I saved this C cup cause it’s super cute but it’ll be a bit big on you. Sorry, best I’ve got,” Kayla said as she handed him pink panties with a bow on the front and a lace bra.

Andy knew Kayla had big tits. That’s what he first liked about her. But now it was biting him in the butt.

“It’s fine, I’ll just skip the bra. I’m pretty flat anyway.”

“Aw but that’s the best part. Just try it on,” Kayla said.

“Just leave it already. I’m already wearing your stupid panties. Calm down.”

“Oh Candy, that’s no way to talk. Kayla is just trying to give you the support you so desperately need. I’m still impressed you’ve haven’t been wearing a bra this whole time despite those babies.”

“No, please. Not that. Don’t give me tits.”

“Silly Candy, you already have great tits. Perky and round. And heavy too.”

Andy didn’t even have time to complain. His small frame lurched forward, his hair falling around his cheeks, as his chest heaved with flesh. Breasts surged into his large tshirt with a flop. He groaned as fat filled the two orbs that now graced his chest. He bit back a moan as his already sensitive tits became fuller and soft.

When he stood up, he felt the pain of having his buds unsupported. They were heavy. At least ten pounds right there in front of him. His eyes went wide as he held them aloft in his arms. He always wanted a good view of cleavage, just not his own.

“I know you’re not as big as me but I think this C cup should fit you just fine. Unless you really want a D,” Kayla continued.

“No, no D cups. This is fine,” he said, snatching the bra.

He pulled his arms into the shirt and got the straps of his new bra up onto his shoulders. The shirt had felt cold against his sensitive nipples that poked out, but the bra felt so much more so as it cupped his tender new chest.

“Um a little help?” he said gesturing to his bra clips. He had never done it from the front.

Then he turned around and braced for the lack of penis that he’d worked so hard to ignore. He dropped his boxers. The air felt cool against his womanhood. He wondered if he should refer to himself as a she given the circumstances but he was born a man so he was a man in his mind. He carefully slid the soft underwear past his calves and then up his thighs. It was difficult with how plush his thighs had become but he got it up. Then the final challenge, stretching the thong to fit his wide rump. He pulled it up uncomfortably and stuck it deep into his butt crack. But it was on. His first bra and panties.

“Okay now for a fashion show!”

Andy huffed in worry.

The girls worked through a variety of fun outfits that would work better for Andy’s frame.

He felt very awkward in most of the outfits but his body responded well.

He requested jeans but all of Kayla’s pairs wouldn’t squeeze past his thighs much less his bottom. She had an old pair of jeans shorts instead that she paired with a crop top for Andy. He forced them up his lower body with help. On any other woman, his pear shaped frame would’ve given him a hard on.

He liked the 'safe outfit' but Hannah insisted they try something more exciting and scandalous. He fumed but his body was itching to be in more provocative clothing despite the fact that his belly, arms, and thighs were all showing in the last one.

They put him in a skirt and tank top next. He hated that he could see his cleavage resting comfortably in the lace bra that was peaking out. Not to mention the bottom of his cheeks. Both jiggled when he moved. He wished he could just forget they were there but the extra movement was a constant reminder. He could not avoid feeling the pink flesh sloshing around his chest and rear.

“Oh that’s a little short. I wore that skirt in high school.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind, right Candy? The shorter the better.”

He wanted to disagree, to tear the clothes off and run for the door, but he had no other choice. Plus his body responded well to the showier outfits after Hannah’s last command.

“Can we wrap this up?” he asked as politely as he could manage.

“But we haven’t tried any dresses! I think I still have my old prom gown around here.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Oh come on, Candy. I’m sure you’d love to try on such a pretty dress. I can help you,” Hannah goaded.

This couldn’t be happening. He was stuck between choosing to wear a dress or forced to. Was his pride worth this? He’d wear one either way. Still he was a man. And he had morals to stick to. Besides she was a woman. At some point, she had to listen to him. He was the dominant species. At least on the inside.

“I said no. I’ve been more than reasonable but that is a line I don’t need to cross.”

“Is that right?”

“Damn straight! Don’t forget who’s in charge here. I’m the man still. And I will be respected.”

“Silly…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Silly…”

“No! Don’t fucking say it or I swear…”

“Silly Candy, there’s nothing masculine about you. You love wearing dresses. You feel more feminine in them which makes you happy. And you are anything but dominant. In fact, I know you to be really submissive.”

Andy had fought hard. But obviously not hard enough. And he never would again. His confidence shattered. His former love for being tall and buff and manly was corrupted as it melted into loving being short and cute and feminine. His posture changed from tough and standoffish to demure and refrained. He even batted his eyelashes.

When he spoke, his already high pitched voice had a new tone. Instead of hard consonants and yelling he sounded almost melodic and sweet.

“You’re the worst,” but even as he said it, it felt wrong. He quivered at the harshness of his own words. “I feel all wrong inside. What are you doing to me? I’m a woman, no, I’m a cute, ditzy woman. No. Please.”

“Oh come on, Candy. Don’t be so dramatic. It’s her time of the month,” she explained to Kayla who nodded in understanding.

Andy felt defeated. He felt like crying despite that being the last thing he wanted to do. How could a manly guy like him want to, no, desperately need to try on dresses? He was yearning to wear one of his former girlfriend’s frilly gowns.

“Okay. Fine then.”

It was an ordeal putting on dresses. Did women really spend this long on their looks? He knew they were vain but this level of effort felt ridiculous.

The bright blue prom dress was definitely too small for his frame. His boobs were the first obstacle as the two girls, one apparently his sister, pulled the dress over his head and down his torso. His breasts got stuck in the waist padding so Kayla taught him how to maneuver his tits up and out around the frame. The ruffles sat on his wide frame so it anyone was shorter than him, unlikely, they would be able to see right up to his butt. Hannah pulled the waistband tight, knocking any breath right out of him. He felt preened and prodded and way overtouched.

He felt ridiculous. Like he looked like a cockatoo.

"Alright, give us a spin."

Andy crossed him arms in indignation but that only made his cleavage more noticeable.

"This dress is super cute," he said but he didn't mean cute, "I don't like it, I don't feel good in it."

"Is that right?" Hannah asked with a bit of frustrated fire.

"Please don't hurt me," Andy squealed.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. It's a pretty crazy dress. I don't know what I was thinking. I think we can find something that suits you a little better. What do you say?" Kayla added. She didn't want her friend to fight with her sister. She adored Hannah but she knew she could be pretty strong willed sometimes.

"Yes, good. And get this thing offa me."

They had to fight with the straps and corset but eventually they pulled the torturous prom dress over Andy's hefty chest. He scratched his sensitive skin.

"Oh sorry, that happens sometimes. I have some chest lotion that is super soft is you want to try some. It helps with irritated boobs," Kayla offered kindly.

"Yeah alright, thanks." It was nice of Kayla to care. She was a really considerate person. He hadn't much noticed that before. But now that he felt a bit more emotional he couldn't help but see her.

As Hannah and Kayla prepped a different dress, Andy squirted some ointment in his hands and lotioned his chest. As soon as the cold liquid touched his soft skin, he yelped. Why were these damn milkers so responsive? He could barely stand to even touch the cool lotion to them.

He tried again and forced his body to comply. Eventually he was rubbing away but the sensitivity never left. As he rubbed his tender jugs, pleasure seeped into his brain. The fog that Hannah had insisted upon earlier kept him from fully realizing it. He just kept rubbing. Rubbing turned into squeezing. Squeezing into fondling. He was playing with himself and didn't even know it. His pussy was alight with warmth. He blushed in his cheeks.

"Do you need a moment?" Hannah interrupted.

He turned red faced with boobs in hand.

"It's not what it looks like!" He was beet red and doing his best to cover himself with his arms.

"Oh calm down. It happens. But we're ready for you. Here, close your eyes."

The two women dressed him again. This time the fabric was a lot silkier. It slid across his curves and settled comfortably like a light cloud.

"Alright, open your eyes," Kayla said.

When he did, he found his pink face still dolled up. He scowled. Until he looks down past his neck. There were his two breasts stuffed into a green silk dress. They were nearly escaping yet looked well lifted and stunning under the thin fabric. Down he went, his curved waist highlighted by the loose falling satin that ultimately fell around his hips. That's where he found the slit that ran up his right leg and stopped just above his hip, exposing his whole thigh.

"I look..."

"Yeah you do. Own it, girl. You're hot," Kayla emphasized.

Hannah had to agree. Andy was very pretty. She felt a little bit of pride. She was having a hard time seeing him as that asshole that tortured her friend for so long instead of as her younger sister.

Suddenly Andy ran from the room in tears.

"What was that all about?"

"I'll handle this. It seems like a sibling thing."

"Good call."

Hannah went into the living room to find Andy curled up on the couch in her beautiful dress crying. She walked right up.

"Go away."

"Aw come on, what's the matter? You look great."

"Yeah but I'm not supposed to look like this. Or feel like this. I'm a woman. A girl. A female. Fuck! I'm not this. I'm not your younger sister. My name isn't Candy."

"It is now. This is good though. Expressing your emotions. That's healthy. If you really want space, I'll leave you alone."

Hannah turned to go.

"No, stay. Tell me something. Did you plan this? Are you ever going to turn me back?" he said through teary dripping mascara.

"I don't owe you anything."

"What do I need to do? To be myself again."

"Prove to me you're not a self-righteous, misogynistic, women-hating asshole. Then I'll consider changing you back. Go along with all this. Learn what it's like to be in our shoes for a change."

"Then I can be a guy again?"

"Maybe."

"Fine, what do you want now, older sister?"

"Now we get you cleaned up and ready for bed. You've earned some rest, little sister. But tomorrow a whole 'nother day of lessons and fun."

"Oh goodie."

Andy had felt defeated staring into the green eyes of his smaller womanly form wearing that gorgeous green dress. But now was time for plan B. If he couldn't intimidate the woman into getting what he wanted, he would have to trick her. And for that to work, he had to play along, at least for now. Then he would strike.

He let her clean up his makeup and teach him to wash his face. It was a laborious process but Kayla insisted that he do it every night so as not to get acne. Then they got the dress off and laid out some pillows and blankets on the floor for sleep. He was disappointed he couldn't share a bed with hot women but Hannah was adamant and he was showing her he was listening.

Then they helped him remove the dress. Part of him felt a bit of emptiness when Kayla took away the soft silken drapery. He had enjoyed the feeling of beauty whether he would admit it or not. He went to put on his men's tshirt, women slept in oversized shirts all the time, but Hannah insisted he wear cute pajamas to match the girls. The shorts rode up in his butt and his bosom stood out in the buttons of the top, but he would deal for now. They were soft against his skin anyway.

As he lied on the floor for bed, he stared at the ceiling and thought of his life. How he missed feeling strong and in control. He worked out how he would manipulate Hannah into wanting to give him his life back and eventually during all his machinations, he fell right to sleep. After all, he needed his rest if he was to outwit the witch. If only he didn't have so many dreams about how sexy he felt.

This is just Part 1! I will publish Part 2 soon! Silly Candy: Girl's Day Out