Don’t Touch My Stuff! (TG/AP)

              Danny
loved to mess with his older sister’s stuff, much to her frustration. He would
always hide her belongings just to watch her freak out. He got a kick out of
her storming around the house and yelling “don’t touch my stuff, you little brat” as she looked for whatever he took
from her. One day, she grew fed up with Danny’s behavior and decided to teach
him a lesson. She had a goth friend who was super into witchcraft and hexes,
and she asked her to come over and lay a trap for her brother. She knew he
would try to hide whatever new item she flaunted around the house, so she had
her friend place a hex on a new red hairclip and wore it around the house,
making sure Danny saw her wearing it. She placed it right on her dresser before
leaving the house to hang out with her friends, laying the perfect trap for
Danny. Little did she know that the curse was going to change both of their
lives forever.

              Danny
waited until his sister was gone before sneaking into her room. He saw the
hairclip sitting alone on her dresser. He picked it up and examined it,
wondering what to do with it. Deciding to tease his sister a bit, be placed it
in his hair and pulled out his phone to take a selfie. It clicked satisfyingly
as it clipped his hair, but before he was able to snap a pic and send it to his
sister, he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He looked in the mirror
above the drawer just in time to see his hair begin to grow. In a matter of
seconds, his hair had turned jet black and grown down to his waist. His scalp
tickled as his hair grew long and silky. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating,
but a moment after his hair stopped growing he could feel his body beginning to
stretch. With a sudden burst, he grew nearly six inches in height, stretching
his boyish clothes and revealing his maturing midriff. He watched himself in
the mirror as his abs tensed up, becoming toned and athletic. With a few
cracks, his shoulders and hips expanded outwards, tearing his already stretched
clothes. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his sister was gone and
his parents were still at work.

              His
tattered clothes drifted off his rapidly maturing body, revealing the smooth,
pale skin that now covered his body. He looked over his new frame, realizing
that he looked strikingly feminine now. In fact, the longer he stared at his
changing body, the more he noticed how much he was beginning to look like his
sister. The revelation made him want to puke. He had always seen girls as some
strange creatures from another world, and the idea of becoming one was not
sitting well with him. Before he could ruminate on the idea of being a girl
more, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his nipples. He watched
his chest in the mirror as his nipples began to expand, growing larger and
darker, and beginning to protrude uncomfortably from his chest. He felt the
cool air of the room making his nipples harden, and while it seemed utterly
wrong, the feelings coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. He
suddenly let out a girly moan as he arched his back and pushed his chest
forward, watching in horror as two large breasts began to grow beneath his new
nipples. He knew that older girls had boobs, but he had always been grossed out
by them. Now he knew that he was definitely becoming a girl, and while the idea
of living in a girl’s body made him want to cry, he couldn’t help but moan
louder as his new breasts swung freely off his chest. The mounds of flesh on
his chest finally stopped growing, allowing to regain his composure as the
pleasure coming from his chest subsided. He was breathing heavily, still
disgusted by the weight hanging off his chest, but also noticing how much his
voice sounded like his sister’s. The thought of becoming his sister sent a
shiver up his spine, causing him to panic and plead to an empty room to make
these changes stop.

              “Please,
I don’t want to be a girl! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken Stacey’s stuff! I
don’t want to be Stac- EEEYYYYYY!” he squealed in his sister’s voice as he felt
his butt beginning to inflate. He turned around and faced his ass to the
mirror, staring at the cute peach shape it had taken. He squeezed it briefly,
noticing how soft and round his butt cheeks were now, but quickly stopped as he
realized that he was touching his sister’s body. This all felt wrong, and he
would do anything to make it stop, but before he could do anything else he
suddenly felt another tingling sensation coming from his chest. He began to
sweat as he realized that girls have different parts between their legs. He
didn’t know what was about to happen, but he watched his crotch in terror as
his boy parts began to retract into his body. He felt his insides shifting
around, making room for a bunch of new organs that he didn’t even know the name
of. With a final slurp, he was left with a pair of fleshy lips between his legs
and an alien dampness that called for attention. He didn’t want to touch the
new thing between his legs, but the feelings it was sending through his body
couldn’t be ignored. It felt itchy, but in a weird, exciting way, like it
needed to be filled. Reluctantly, he reached a feminine hand down between his
legs and began to rub the moist lips where his member used to be. A flood of
pleasure coursed through his body as his fingers made contact with his new sex.
He knew it was wrong, that he was a boy, but these feelings were unimaginable.
He screamed in pleasure and plunged his fingers deep into his new clit, rubbing
the fleshy cavern between his legs and the pleasure continued to build. His
eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. He could
only hear his moans and the schlicking sounds of his hand sliding in and out of
his new sex. He could feel his face shifting and cracking, becoming a perfect
replica of his sister’s, but he didn’t care at this point. The only thing he
cared about was the ecstasy coursing through his veins.

              A sudden
crash of a door closing shocked him back from the brink of orgasm. He regained
himself and looked at his body, disgusted with his actions, but reluctantly
wanting more. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that he was now an
exact copy of his sister, and realized he had to cover himself up before
whoever just entered the house saw him naked. Before he could find clothes to
put on, he heard someone rush up the stairs and burst into the room. It was
Brian, his sister’s boyfriend. He dropped his bookbag on the floor and smiled
upon seeing the naked girl standing there.

              “Hey,
baby. I see you were too excited to wait for me,” Brian said, removing his
shirt and revealing a chiseled masculine body. His olive skin glistened in the
sunlight, and the sight of his attractive physique immediately made Danny’s
heart beat faster. He felt the dampness growing in his crotch again, but didn’t
know why. He wanted to run and hide, but Brian was blocking the only way out.

              “Whoa,
uhhh, I don’t know if we should…um…” Danny stammered as he frantically searched
for words.

              “What’s
wrong, Stephanie? Your sister is out with her friends and your parents won’t
come home for another few hours, right?”

              Danny
recoiled as Brian said the name ‘Stephanie’, his mind filling with new memories
and personality traits. He tried to fight it, he didn’t want to be a girl and
didn’t want to like girly things, but the name ‘Stephanie’ kept growing louder
and louder in his head. The memories he had of playing action figures began to
transform into memories of playing dress-up with Barbie dolls. He tried to
think of his video game collection, but could only think of all the makeup he
had collected over the years. The shirts with comic book logos that he loved to
wear became cute dresses and skirts that revealed just enough to drive boys
crazy. As the thought of boys entered his head, his mind began to change even
faster. He didn’t want to think of boys, especially cute, shirtless,
musclebound boys, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he got,
and the more wet the area between his legs grew. Memories of the cute boys at
school messing around with him and caressing his body gave him goosebumps. He
suddenly remembered Stacy, his twin sister, and how jealous she was when Brian
started dating- NO! This wasn’t him! He was a boy, a nerdy little kid. This was
wrong! He felt like he was going to fall to his knees and cry, but to his
surprise he fell into the embrace of Brian’s arms. He wanted to scream, but he
looked up and locked eyes with the cute boy holding him and suddenly felt
comfortable.

              Brian
laid the naked girl down on the bed without breaking eye contact. He gently
grabbed her legs and opened them. The young couple remained speechless, the
girl simply staring at Brian’s hardening cock as her legs opened, revealing her
tight, moist pussy. The last remnant of Danny’s old life exploded into oblivion
as Brian thrust his cock into her for the first time, sending a shockwave of
pleasure through her fertile body. She was Stephanie, Brian was her boyfriend,
and her twin sister Stacey was always being a bitch to her ever since she and
Brian had started dating. She knew Stacey was jealous of her boyfriend, but
that knowledge only made her hornier as they fucked on Stacey’s bed. Stephanie
threw her arms back and braced herself against the pillow as Brian continued to
pound her. She moaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, shaking her sizeable
boobs with each thrust. The stench of sex filled the room, and she knew Stacey
would know about her playtime with Brian when she came home. With a final
thrust, Brian grunted as Stephanie screamed, both climaxing at the same time
before lying next to each other on the bed and smiling. The sweaty couple
cuddled, breathing sensually into each other’s faces as Stephanie reveled in the
feeling of her pussy being coated in Brian’s cum.

              “That’s
a cute hairclip, Steph,” Brian said, brushing the hair out of her face.

              “Thanks,
babe. It’s my sister’s,” she said with a wicked smile. She had never been
happier, and as the couple drifted blissfully to sleep, Stacey’s goth friend
was sitting quietly at the mall while Stacey shopped. She was still learning
about hexes, and had the sudden realization that she may have used the wrong
spell on Stacey’s hairclip…