April Fools Payback (Patreon)

Ryan had always loved April Fools. Last year he’d gone after Lauren, Emma and Olivia with vicious little pranks — swapping Lauren’s shampoo for green hair dye, gluing Emma’s clothes, heels and jewellery so she couldn’t get them off, and replacing Olivia’s cosmetics with permanent makeup that wouldn’t wash away for weeks.

This year, the three girls decided it was time for payback. They just needed one person on the inside. That person was Ryan’s little sister, Sophie.

Sophie was best friends with Lauren, Emma and Olivia. When they told her what Ryan had done last year, she didn’t hesitate. The four of them came up with the perfect trap.

The girls lived together in a luxurious high-tech villa with auto-closing smart rooms. While Ryan was out late, Sophie let the three girls sneak into the house.

They cracked the code on Ryan’s bedroom auto-closet and reprogrammed it with new settings: MTF transformation, Height: 4'11", Long hair Jewellery & earrings, Permanent makeup, Elaborate female clothing

They left the room exactly as they found it and waited downstairs. Ryan came home drunk and tired, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed straight into bed. He never noticed the tiny red light on the auto-closet had turned green. The next morning he woke up with a strange feeling in his body. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and headed straight for the auto-closet to grab fresh clothes. The moment he stepped inside, the door slid shut behind him with a soft hiss.

“Good morning, Miss Lila,” a calm female voice said. Ryan frowned. “What the fuck…?”

Before he could finish the sentence, mechanical arms shot out from the walls. Strong, padded grips seized his wrists and ankles. He shouted and thrashed, but the arms were relentless.

“Stop— let go of me!” A warm, stinging wax was applied across his entire body in smooth strokes. The arms held him perfectly still while the wax hardened and was ripped away in one go. Ryan screamed as every hair on his body was stripped clean. In seconds he was completely hairless from the neck down.

Next came the lotion. Thick, glossy, and strangely sticky, it was rubbed thoroughly into his skin. It felt like it was bonding with him. He tried to twist away, but the arms simply adjusted their grip. Then the bodysuit.

A glossy, skin-tight female bodysuit was lowered over him. The moment it touched his lotion-covered skin it began to shrink — slowly at first, then faster. Ryan gasped as the material tightened around his chest, waist and hips, forcing his body into a dramatic feminine shape. His height dropped rapidly. The world around him grew larger as he shrank down to 4'11". He kicked and struggled, but the shrinking suit only gripped him tighter, moulding his new petite frame.

A delicate facemask was pressed over his face. He felt it seal and tingle. When it was removed, his features had been completely reshaped — soft, pretty, and unmistakably feminine. Permanent makeup had been applied: flawless foundation, long lashes, perfectly shaped brows, and glossy pink lips that would never come off.

Long, dark wavy hair was fitted and styled into an elegant half-up look. Sparkling earrings were clipped into his newly pierced ears. A delicate necklace and bracelet followed.

Finally, the dress.

The machine lowered the most elaborate, princess-style ballgown Ryan had ever seen — a breathtaking light blue off-the-shoulder gown covered in intricate blue floral appliqués, glittering beads and sequins. The massive layered tulle skirt was lifted and settled around his tiny new body. The bodice was laced and zipped tight, pushing up his new chest and cinching his waist dramatically. The skirt was so full and heavy it rustled loudly with every tiny movement.

Strappy high heels were forced onto his small feet and secured.

“Have a nice day, Miss Lila,” the voice said pleasantly.

The door slid open and the arms pushed him out of the closet.

Ryan stumbled forward on the unfamiliar heels, the enormous blue skirt swaying heavily around his short legs. He caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror and froze.

Staring back at him was a stunning, petite girl in a magnificent light blue princess ballgown. The dress hugged and flared in all the right places, the tiara sparkled in her dark hair, and her face looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

And she was him. “No… no no no—” he tried to say, but the voice that came out was high, soft, and completely feminine. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

He immediately began fighting the outfit. His small hands grabbed at the heavy skirt, trying to rip it off. He kicked his feet, trying to shake the heels loose. He rubbed at his face with both hands, desperately trying to smear the permanent makeup away. Nothing worked. The dress stayed perfectly in place. The heels wouldn’t budge. His face remained flawless and girly.

At that exact moment the bedroom door opened. Sophie, Lauren, Emma and Olivia stood there, eyes wide.

“Oh my God…” Lauren breathed. “Who is that lovely girl?” Ryan spun around, the massive skirt swirling dramatically. “It’s me, you bitches! It’s Ryan! What the fuck did you do?!”

The four girls stared for a second… then burst into laughter. Sophie stepped forward, grinning. “Morning, Lila. Or should we still call you Ryan?”

Ryan tried to lunge at them, but the huge dress and tiny heels made him stumble. He grabbed the skirt with both hands again, yanking hard. “Get this fucking thing off me! And this makeup— it won’t come off!”

Emma tilted her head. “That’s because it’s permanent, sweetheart. Just like the rest of it.”

Lauren folded her arms, smiling coldly. “Remember last year? The green hair dye? The glue in my clothes and heels? The permanent makeup you gave Olivia? We told you we’d get you back.” “And we did,” Olivia added. “With a little help from your sister.” Sophie shrugged, not even looking guilty. “You deserved it.”

Ryan’s new high voice cracked with panic. “This isn’t funny! Change me back! I can’t stay like this— I’m a fucking guy!”

Olivia walked over and gently fluffed the enormous blue skirt. “Not anymore, Lila. The auto-closet made everything permanent. The bodysuit is bonded to your skin. The makeup won’t wash off. The height, the voice, the hair… all of it. You’re Miss Lila now.”

Ryan looked down at himself in horror. The beautiful light blue ballgown sparkled under the lights. The skirt was so big he could barely see his own feet in the high heels. He was tiny. Feminine. Trapped. He tried one last time to pull the dress off over his head, but the off-the-shoulder design and tight bodice made it impossible. He kicked at the heels again. They stayed glued to his feet.

The four girls watched him struggle, smiling. “Welcome to your new life, Lila,” Sophie said sweetly. “April Fools.”