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Frame and Feminized TG
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 11:00:04 +0000 UTCNathan should have known better than to mess with his sister's friends. It had started as a harmless prank—a little joke at their expense. He had swapped out their expensive beauty products for drugstore knockoffs, thinking it would be funny when they found out. But now, sitting tied to a chair in his sister’s room, watching the girls whisper among themselves, he was beginning to realize that he had made a grave mistake.
“We warned you,” Emily, his sister, said, arms crossed. “You mess with us, we mess with you.”
Nathan scoffed. “Okay, ha ha. Let me go.”
“Oh, sweetie, you don’t get it yet,” one of the other girls, Kara, said with a smirk. “We’re about to teach you a real lesson.”
The girls had been planning something since the moment they caught him. He had underestimated them, and now, he was about to pay the price.
Before he could protest further, they began their work. First, they yanked his shirt over his head, exposing his chest.
“Ew, this is gonna take some work,” Jenna giggled, running a hand over his barely-there chest hair.
“Good thing we have wax,” Emily grinned, holding up a box of wax strips.
Nathan's eyes widened. “Wait—”
RIP!
His scream filled the room as the first strip was torn off. They worked quickly, ignoring his protests, yanking away every bit of hair from his chest, arms, and even his legs. By the time they were done, his skin was smooth and red from irritation.
“A little bit of lotion will fix that,” Kara said as she rubbed in something that smelled disturbingly floral.
The Transformation Begins
Next, they grabbed a prosthetic breastplate.
“This will give you the curves you need,” Emily said with a smirk.
Nathan struggled, but they pinned him down, stretching the silicone piece over his chest. It felt uncomfortably tight, like a second skin. Then came the glue—strong and unyielding.
“This stuff isn’t coming off for at least a few days,” Jenna grinned, pressing the breast forms against him.
Once it was set, they pulled out a pink lace bra, stuffing it with extra padding for maximum effect.
“Look at that cleavage!” Kara laughed.
Nathan gritted his teeth, his face red with embarrassment.
“Now for the fun part,” Emily said, reaching for a box of hair dye.
“What are you doing?!” Nathan demanded.
“Blonde suits you,” Kara teased, as they poured the dye over his dark hair.
It took time, but after washing and drying it, his hair had transformed into a golden blonde shade.
“Now for the styling,” Jenna announced, pulling out a curling iron.
They curled his hair into soft waves, brushing it out until it framed his face perfectly.
“Time for makeup!” Emily grinned.
Nathan winced as they primed, contoured, and painted his face, shaping his brows and coating his lashes with thick mascara. Glossy pink lipstick sealed the deal.
By the time they were done, the mirror showed a face that was disturbingly feminine—large, doe-like eyes, full lips, perfectly contoured cheekbones.
The Outfit and The Final Touches
“Now, what should she wear?” Kara mused.
“I have the perfect thing,” Emily said, holding up a pink thong and a blue-and-red flannel shirt.
Nathan’s heart pounded. “No. No way.”
They ignored him, forcing the thong up his legs, adjusting it until it hugged his hips. The shirt was draped over his shoulders, left unbuttoned to display his new “assets.”
As a final touch, they clasped a delicate gold anklet around his foot.
“Now for your punishment,” Emily smirked. “You’re going out like this.”
Nathan’s stomach dropped. “No way.”
“Oh, yes way,” Jenna giggled.
They led him outside, straight to the shopping mall, where they handed him a list of girly items to purchase—lipstick, lingerie, a push-up bra, and perfume.
With no choice, Nathan walked into the store, heart pounding as he interacted with the sales clerks, pretending to be just another girl on a shopping spree.
By the time he returned to the group, his confidence was shattered, and the girls were laughing.
“Lesson learned?” Emily asked.
Nathan swallowed his pride and nodded.
“Good,” Kara grinned. “Because that glue isn’t coming off anytime soon.”
