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Alex stood in front of the mirror, completely defeated. His favorite t-shirt clung to his heavy C-cups like a second skin, stretching the fabric so much that a cold draft hit his exposed lower stomach.
His new, silky black hair fell past his shoulders, framing a face that was way too pretty and flawless to belong to a guy.
Just when he didn't know what to do, the bedroom door opened. Elena entered the room, already ready for her work as a city guard.
Her tough leather armor was strapped on tight, and her sword hung casually at her hip.
However, she had a very reluctant face. It was obvious she didn't want to do guard work today; she looked like she'd much rather take Alex around to do shopping.
She stopped in her steps, her eyes scanning his half-dressed state. A slow, playful smirk spread across her lips.
"Heheehe, are you worried about what to wear?" Elena asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Alex jumped, quickly crossing his arms over his chest to hide his projecting curves.
His face burned bright red.
"Elena! Knock first!" he cried, his voice betraying him with its naturally soft, airy tone. "And... I'm not worried. I just... nothing fits right anymore. I can't even pull my pants up!"
Elena clicked the door shut behind her. She didn't turn around to leave. Instead, she took a slow step into his room.
"Of course nothing fits, Alex," Elena murmured, her mind still under the control of the faint pheromones.
She walked right up to him, closing the distance until he could smell the faint scent of her. "You're trying to shove a beautiful woman's body into a skinny boy's clothes."
She reached out. Her warm fingers brushed lightly against the stretched hem of his t-shirt, right above his exposed belly button.
Alex gasped.
The skin on his stomach was impossibly smooth and so sensitive that even that light touch sent a jolt of electricity straight down to his toes. "Elena, you have to go to work..." he whispered weakly.
"Work can wait," she replied softly.
She stepped even closer, her leather armored chest almost bumping into his soft, heavy mounds.
She slid her hands slowly up his sides, her palms resting firmly over his ribs, right beneath the swell of his breasts.
Alex's breath hitched. He tried to step back, but his legs felt like jelly. His hips naturally swayed forward, leaning into her warm hands without his permission.
"Look at you," the Empress purred smoothly in his mind, her voice dripping with amusement. "Your body knows exactly what it wants. Such a good, sensitive girl."
"Shut up," Alex muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the ghost in his head.
"Did you say something?" Elena asked, her thumbs shifting upward to gently squeeze the soft undersides of his breasts through the tight cotton.
"N-No!" Alex let out a high-pitched whimper.
"Elena, stop... Uncle John is downstairs," he pleaded, though his body instinctively leaned into her touch.
"He already left for the forge," Elena whispered, her face leaning in close.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, intoxicating scent of his pheromones that still lingered heavily on his skin. "I'm supposed to go on patrol... but looking at you like this, I really don't want to go to work today."
His nipples, already highly sensitive from rubbing against the tight shirt, hardened instantly.
They poked sharply against the thin fabric, making two very obvious, embarrassing bumps.
Elena's eyes dropped down to stare directly at his chest.
"You need a bra, Alex. A real one," she said, her voice dropping low into something thick and husky.
"Your nipples are practically poking through this shirt. If you walk outside like this, it's going to drive every man in the market crazy."
"I can't let my little cousin walk around looking like a tasty snack for everyone else."
"I am a man!" Alex protested. He tried to sound angry, but it sounded more like a desperate, breathless plea.
"Are you sure you are? You do have a big dick, but you look like a horny woman." Elena teased.
"Your waist is too small, your hips are too wide, and your breasts..." She let go of him, leaving Alex feeling strangely empty and cold without her hands on his body. "...they are definitely not going to hide in a regular men's shirt."
She walked over to his closet, rummaging through the back until she found an oversized, thick black hoodie she left there a few weeks ago.
She tossed it onto the bed. "Put that on over your shirt. It's baggy enough to hide your new assets for now."
Alex let out a long sigh of relief and quickly reached for the hoodie, pulling it over his head. It was huge, swallowing his upper half completely.
But as it fell, it still draped heavily over his C-cups, giving a distinct hint of the soft weight underneath, before settling snugly against his newly widened hips.
"I think I'll call in sick," she murmured, looking directly into his dark, liquid eyes. "I'd much rather take my cute little sister out shopping."
"You need a completely new wardrobe. Bras, panties, tight jeans... things that actually fit those pretty new curves."
"I'm not wearing panties or any of those you mentioned!" Alex protested weakly, his face flushing a deep crimson. "I just need bigger shirts and... baggy sweatpants."
"Don't be stupid," Elena laughed, her grip tightening on the denim. With a swift, smooth motion, she pulled the jeans forcefully down his thighs, freeing his trapped legs.
As the jeans dropped to the floor, Alex was left standing in only his black hoodie and a pair of plain boxers.
But the boxers were doing a terrible job at hiding his other little brother, that's already throbbing, pitching a hard, noticeable tent against the front of his underwear, stimulated by Elena's touch and the intense heat of his own body.
Elena's gaze dropped to the bulge, her eyes sharp. She reached out and lightly tapped the hard tip right through the fabric.
"Nnngh!" Alex jerked, his hands flying down to cover his crotch. "Don't touch it!"
"You're so sensitive," Elena teased, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You have such a beautiful, soft body, huge breasts, and yet you still get so hard when I touch you. It's driving me crazy."
In the back of his mind, the Empress's dark laughter echoed loudly. "Listen to her, my sweet vessel. Let her dress you up like a doll. You belong in silk and lace, not these dirty male rags."
"Shut up," Alex hissed internally, though his physical body was melting under Elena's heated gaze.
"We are going to the inner commercial district. I know a few high-end boutiques that sell exactly what you need. And don't worry about the credits; I've saved up plenty."
Alex looked at his reflection one last time. The beautiful, curvy girl staring back at him was undeniable.
He couldn't hide it forever; he had to accept his new reality.
"You're going to look so gorgeous today," Elena breathed into his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. "I'm going to buy you the prettiest, tightest clothes I can find. I want everyone to see how beautiful my Ally is... but I'm the only one who gets to touch."
Alex closed his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest as he surrendered to the warmth of her embrace.
He was terrified, embarrassed, and intensely aroused all at once.
The line between man and woman was blurring faster than he could comprehend, and as Elena's hand slowly slid down to squeeze his firm, round ass, he knew there was no going back.