Beauty Pageant - TG

Kris fidgeted a little on the stage, blonde wig sitting uncomfortably on his head. "They're going to find out," he whispered under his breath, the constant mantra running into his head. He fidgeted again, trying to breathe through the corset as the unfamiliar material of his fake boobs rubbed against his nipples. "We're so going to get caught…"

"We are not going to get caught." whispered Jessie behind him, his sister's hand poking him in the back of the ribs. He felt a shudder as the outfit tightened around him, adding a few centimeters to his butt at the cost of his waist as he struggled for another breath. "At least not if you stop fidgeting, she amended, adjusting he tights that made him look feminine. "It's a top of the line suit, alright? Breasts, thighs… You could have sex in that thing, bro."

"But what about the swimsuit option?" he pointed out, voice tinged with panic as the girl before him began to walk off the stage. He felt cold, the tremors coming without pause as the tight suit rubbed against him. "I'm going to have to wear a bikini, and then I'm going to get caught, and then we won't be able to get the money to give mom an operation, and then our college fund will disappear in attempt to keep her healthy which will be doomed to fail because she'll feel eternally guilty and-"

She placed a finger against his lips, rolling her eyes a little as he snapped his mouth shut. "We're going to be fine," she said, firmly. "That's what the sex option is for."

Kris blushed, mouth opening in prost as she snorted. "I knew you should have worn the suit…"

"I can't wear the suit." muttered Jessie, rolling her eyes again. "It only works for boys, remember? Dad probably kept it in the garage for role playing purposes with mom, or something, before he died. Otherwise we wouldn't have anything at all. And it doesn't make you have sex, it just… will you please trust me?" she demanded, a tinge of worry coloring he voice as the announcer called for "Kristy Annabelle."

Kris hesitated for a moment, then nodded, the fake hair whipping across his face. He wondered for a moment if he was making a mistake. The doctors had said it was a suit like this which had made their mother ill. Something about improper prep work - but they'd done that, he reminded himself. Or Jessie had done it anyway.

He felt his cheeks warm at the memory of her "prepping him," her hands darting across his body, the disgust on her face, paired with an eagerness he didn't understand when she had helped him into the suit. "You always wanted a sis," he whispered, a memory pressing into his brain of her yelling that at him when she was a child.

"No. I said you always have been my sis," she corrected, her fingers suddenly at the panties. He felt them slip inside before he could speak, pressing into the fake flesh at his groin and pulling out again before he could speak. He glanced at her, mouth open in surprise as she placed her hands against his padded rump and pushed. "Go!"

He went, feet sliding against the hardwood of the stage as he stumbled forward. His arms flashed in heat as he moved forward, the elaborate coverings melding with his skin as heat pressed through him. He felt the air leave his lungs, his entire body burning as his miniaturized hand gripped into the fabric of the curtain. He clung to it, legs turning to puddles as he felt something peel to him, clinging like duck tape even as it moved

Kris let out a hesitant breath, the motion coming easier than it should have as something rubbed against his nipples. He stared down, mouth agape as a flattened out suit peeled free, the faint imprint of breasts and dress letting loose from his form with a light pop. He tugged the curtain around his nipples with a shudder, shivering as the cloth rubbed against his new nipples. It pooled around him, melting as his skin let loose a soft pulse that sent a shiver down his spine, the rest of the flattened suit falling to the floor.

He gave it a quick glance, watching it glow as it slowly grew back into the form he'd found it on, breast implants and arm tighgteners and butt growers. He glanced at his own form, an exact match of how it had been, a few strands of wig sliding from his hair as he dug it into real blonde tresses. A small "ugh," of disgust passed through his lips as he realized he was covered in red goop from the curtain, his fingers digging into it as he tried to pull it from his thighs. He paused a moment later, a flush creeping across his skin as he realized what Jessie had met by "sex," option, his finger dipping against the new fleshy lips beneath his groin.

She withdrew her fingers from the goop, watching instead as a dress formed across her body, clinging to his new curves seductively. It felt natural when she moved, her hips gyrating softly as she moved forward. The last of the former curtain disappeared as she stepped onto the stage proper, the shadows fading as the spotlight lit on her/.

"Everyone, give a warm hand for the newest Tgirl, in her first pageant… Kristi!"

She wiggled her fingers hesitantly, a small blush creeping across her face as she tried to decide whether to scream at or hug her sister. Maybe both, she decided, giving them a soft smile. "Hiya, boys."