Charlie's Angels Chapters 1 - 3

Alex was an average teenager, although definitely on the short side. He was 18 years old with brown hair and stood 5’5. Probably as a result of his small stature he was a little more introspective and a little more sensitive than most of his peers. He also ended up hanging around with a gang of nerdy kids: Mike, Tim, and Jason. They were all around the same size: smaller in their physiques, bookish, intellectuals, and lacking any substantial strength. They weren’t particularly into sports or music -- they weren’t the jocks or the bad kids but were an intelligent, if immature, group of young boys. They had been friends since they were about 12 years old and they loved to get together to play Dungeons and Dragons – every Friday night would see them engaging in a campaign. Even as the other kids started drinking and partying, the four guys preferred staying home drinking pop, eating pizza, and playing their fantasy RPG. Other kids would make fun of them and tell them they were being childish but they didn’t care – they loved their world of fantasy and escape. And throughout that entire time, Alex’s younger sister, Charlie, had been asking to play.

Alex and Charlie were raised by a single Mom, Christine. Christine had adopted Charlie at a very young age when one of her best friends had passed away and she had explained their unique family to both kids when they were young. Alex was 7 and Charlie was 5 when they were brought together as a family. For Alex’s part, he had never known his Dad, so as far as the three of them were concerned, they were a family, even if they weren’t all biologically related. Christine worked long hours and so a lot of the time, Alex and Charlie were together alone and Alex took pride in taking care of his kid sister even if she was slightly annoying.

The two siblings couldn’t be more different. Where Alex was introspective and quiet, Charlie was loud and boisterous. Alex was fair skinned with light brown hair whereas Charlie had an olive complexion and darker, almost black hair. Charlie would hang around and ask to play and while he and his friends would tolerate her for a short time, they would eventually make her leave. She was two years younger than Alex and had always been the annoying tag-along, the one who begged to play with him and his friends. They refused and while Alex and while his friends were never mean to Charlie, they never let her join. When she was 10, she was too young, when she was 12 she was too immature, when she was 13 she was too annoying, and so on and so on; they always had a reason for why she couldn’t participate in the D&D campaign or even hang out with them. After he would tire of giving her reasons, Alex would just say, “You’re my little sister so just deal with it!”

She sulked and complained but eventually gave up and started her own pursuits: soccer, swimming, and gymnastics. Charlie was always something of a tomboy and more of an outgoing presence than her older brother. She would continue to ask Alex about the game and the campaign but he was unrelenting in his rule: she wasn’t allowed to play. But in the year leading up to her sixteenth birthday, things began to change.

Alex remembered, very clearly, the moment when she was 14 and he was 16 and things started to shift: it all started when he realized they were the same height. They were standing in the kitchen together and Alex realized he was looking at Charlie eye-to-eye. He didn’t think she realized it, but they were exactly the same height. It struck him as somewhat surprising, his little sister stood as tall as him. He also realized, somewhere in his mind, that with her soccer and other sports, that she was more of an athlete that him – his arms were thin and reedy compared to hers which looked full and strong. But he pushed it out of his mind and ignored it. He hoped no one else would notice.

Lo and behold, around her 15th birthday, the two were brushing their teeth together in the mirror and he noticed she was staring at him strangely. She was dressed in her baggy red pyjamas with shorts and he was in blue pyjamas and a t-shirt. She looked a bit puzzled and then a grin spread over her face while she looked at him. He raised his eyebrow and murmured, “What?” with toothpaste in her mouth.

She spit out the toothpaste and looked at him in the mirror; her grin got broader.

“Stand up straight” she said. He did so, and she grinned wider. “I’m taller than you, Alex.”

His stomach dropped as he realized what she was saying, “What?... No!”

“Yes I am!”

“Here, let’s stand back to back” She shouted and turned her back to him.

He did as she asked and she straightened her back as much as possible; he did the same.

She used her hand to measure the difference between them. It was a small difference – maybe half an inch - but it was evident. He looked in the mirror staring at the two of them standing back-to-back. The top of her head was slightly taller than his and, as he looked down he saw that her legs looked long and he could see some definition of muscle in her thighs and calves. He knew that under his baggy pyjamas his legs were much thinner than hers.

He was beset with a feeling of slight panic. How had this happened? He had always known that Charlie was the loud one, the more outspoken one, and probably the more aggressive one but she was also always the little one. Now he had to wrap his mind around his little sister also being the taller one. Those other qualities all just felt like something different from him, rather than something more than him. Now, as if out of nowhere she had hit her growth spurt and gone from an annoying little sister to a taller, younger sister.

As if to prove that she could still be annoying, she turned to him with a huge smile on her face, looked down at him, and said, “Guess I’m your big sister now, Alex!”

He looked away and walked out of the room, saying “Whaaaatever” to try and defuse the situation but it did feel significant. He even knew that his casual dismissal of the situation was a way for him to run away. He had gone through his growth spurt already and his Mom was still an inch taller than him so he was now the smallest person in the house. Something about that weighed on him.

This first incident set a new pattern of behavior into motion. When they were brushing their teeth together she would, every week or so, sidle up to him and use her hand to demonstrate their height difference. At first he tried to laugh it off or ignore it but she continued to press her advantage, making him constantly aware of how he had been outgrown by her. He would roll his eyes and dismiss it but she was clearly enjoying this inversion in their dynamic. Each day, in the late afternoon, and during dinner, he would worry whether tonight she would subject him to the humiliating experience that evening.

He would move away from her but she would just get closer again and sidle up to him – he felt like he couldn’t escape her constant efforts to show how she was now bigger. At one point he found himself at the edge of the counter and she had cornered him and was pressing her side into his side. He felt how much thicker she was than him and felt positively crushed, and a little intimidated by her strength. Could he have pushed her aside if he dared to try? “Stop running,” she said, with her mouth full of toothpaste. “You can’t hide from me little Alex!” He rolled his eyes in a vain attempt to play it cool but also agreed to her demand. He stood up straight, next to her, feeling her shoulders higher than his and seeing her head a few inches taller.

He eventually learned to stop trying to avoid her and simply submit to her regular measurements. She would ask Alex to measure himself against her a few times a week and in a few months she was two inches taller, and then, in another few months, three. Soon she wasn’t asking him but instead saying, “Measuring time, Alex” and he had been trained to sidle up to her or put his back to her. Now it wasn’t a subtle difference but he found himself looking up at her to meet her eyes. The experience became a kind of ritual humiliation that he gradually got used to.

Eventually he started finding excuses not to brush his teeth at the same time as her but she noticed and challenged him: “Is it that you don’t want to stand next to me little brother?” she said, teasingly.

He denied it and said, “Fine. I don’t care. I’ll brush my teeth now too.”

As they stood side by side he could see the difference in their height, even more pronounced than before. Her growth spurt was making her bigger all around. She stood up straight and tall and looked far more physically imposing than him. Her arms were clearly stronger and her legs looked more powerful too. Where he was bookish and small she was athletic and outspoken and her new body reflected that dynamic. It had been eight months since they first started comparing heights and she wasn’t just a little bit taller now, she was a lot taller. As they brushed their teeth, their eyes met and she gave him a knowing wink.

After spitting out her toothpaste she said, “Don’t be scared, Alex. I’ll stop growing eventually.”

He replied, “Scared! Who’s scared.”

And she said, with a knowing smile, “Well, it must be a little scary to be smaller than your younger sister. To go from the big brother to my little brother.”

His face burned red with humiliation and she knew she had pressed a button. She wanted to press another so she continued.

“Oh, little brother. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” She said and patted him on the head as he left. He felt a strange feeling of humiliation and comfort.

For her part, Charlie now had a taste of being on the powerful side of a dynamic that had troubled her for years. She looked up to her brother, physically and socially, but always felt annoyed that it wasn’t the other way around, that she always sought his approval, that he made the rules. Why should be the small one, the one asking to be involved, the one requiring his permission to do things? Why was she always begging him to be included in things? Now that she had gained height over her so-called big brother, she had a taste of what things would be like if the roles were reversed. Now that they were reversed she saw something in his eyes, when she first realized she was taller: fear, admiration, respect – she also felt that something dormant inside her had been unlocked. When she saw fear in his eyes, she had a sense of her own power. She wanted to stress their difference and, as she got taller, she wanted to assert her power all the more.

One evening over dinner she tested a bit of her newfound power and teased her brother: “Alex, you don’t like measuring time, do you?”

He looked at her, hopefully but tried to downplay his feelings, “I don’t care. I mean, it’s annoying.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think you find it kinda embarrassing.” She smiled. “I’ll give you a deal: if you do the dinner dishes, I won’t make you do measuring time tonight.”

He looked at her with wonder: “But that’s not fair, Charlie. I cooked the dinner.”

“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it!”

“Leave it. You can do the dishes.”

“OK, see you at measuring time then.”

As Charlie washed the dishes that night she thought about she gave him an ultimatum and, rather than push back, refuse to be measured or do the dishes, he accepted her terms immediately. This was a new experience for Charlie: of telling her brother how things were going to be. She liked it.

The dynamic between them was subtly shifting: she had gone from being a tomboyish preteen to a large teenage girl and she was now significantly taller than her brother. She had always been outgoing and chatty but now she had a newfound confidence. In comparison, Alex felt small, constantly chastened, hiding from her and a bit like a wallflower. He found himself listening to her more, deferring to her at the dinner table, accepting her terms as he physically looked up to her. He would think about these experiences of forced height comparison as he drifted off to sleep and he was having to force himself to hate the experience. There was something comforting and even erotic about being treated this way: it was a newfound sensation of being comfortable as he was being controlled.

He would sit in his room, flipping through his D&D manuals and see the images of strong, sexy amazonian warriors. How far was Charlie from these women? His eyes traced the illustrations: their shoulders were broad and powerful, tapering down into a strong, sturdy torso their legs, thick and muscular, and thighs are like tree trunks, strong and unyielding. Charlie wasn’t like these women... was she? He would think about this lying in bed and feel a twinge of sexual desire as he thought about her muscular legs and her humiliating treatment of him but quickly shut it down, saying “No!” Even if they weren’t biologically related, she was still his sister…

Towards the beginning of the summer, about six months into her growth spurt, she asked if he would drop her off at a friend’s house for swimming and he agreed. When he picked her up later in the day he was struck by just how much she had changed. She got into the car in her unassuming black one-piece swimsuit and flip flops and he was amazed by the length and power of her legs. They were tanned and thick, with the apparent strength of a regular swimmer or gymnast. His eyes lingered on her muscles as she got into the car, noting the flexed muscles of her thighs, and he felt both intimidated and awestruck by her size. His mind flashed back to the images of amazons in his fantasy books. He realized that he was witnessing her blossom into just such a woman: powerful and strong. He wondered, how much taller would she get?

It was a long summer for Alex and he coped with his newfound feeling of intimidation by retreating into the fantasy world of videogames and role playing games. Charlie, on the other hand, was playing soccer regularly, swimming with friends, and had even joined a gym. By the end of August, as she turned sixteen, she was a full head taller than her ‘big’ brother and took every opportunity to be in the same room with him and revel in the contrast. His resistance had long been broken and he now accepted her teasing without protest.

She openly teased Alex about their height difference, calling him little brother in front of their Mom. She joked that for Christmas she would get him a stool so he could still brush his teeth next to her. She asked if he would mind if she bought him kid’s sized clothes for his birthday and he worried she might actually do it.

Towards the end of summer, she started wearing platform sandals or with a 2” heel and would stand next to him in the kitchen. He felt completely dwarfed by her presence and, in her heels, he only came up to her collarbone. He was sure she was doing it partially just to lord her height over him. On the weekend before school started again, he was getting food from the fridge, crouching in front of it, and she stood over him to get something from the shelf above the fridge. He was literally in her shadow and could see the light of the kitchen dim as she stood over him. He attempted to stand and move out of the way but was blocked in every direction by her imposing torso.

“Hey, I’m getting something here.”

“Oh, sorry little brother. Just give me a second.”

He looked up and all he could see was her imposing torso above him; he was trapped under her and couldn’t move. It wasn’t just her height: it was her strength and the thickness of her body. Her legs were thick pillars of flesh and in his crouching position in front of the fridge he was only as tall as her knees; her body was a full presence above him. He literally cowered as he looked up at her. After a few seconds, she moved and the light returned to where he was standing. She looked down at him with a wink.

Scenes like this repeated throughout the year after she turned 16. She had an annoying habit of putting his school bag on the highest shelf where she knew he couldn’t get it. She would hear him moving a chair from the kitchen to bring to the shelf and shout, “Little brother. Do you need me to get that for you?” He would ignore her taunt but resent that she was doing that on purpose.

Their Mother, Christine, who was typically too busy and distracted to get involved in their squabbling, She would occasionally, say “Charlie, don’t tease your brother. How do you think it makes him feel?”

Charlie would laugh and say, “He knows, I’m just joking.”

Later that night Christine took Alex aside and said, “You need to stand up to your sister. I don’t like to see her picking on you but I can’t fight your battles for you.”

Christine stood 5’7, slightly taller than Alex but significantly smaller than Charlie. She looked at her son: he was a sweet boy but he didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body.

He looked up at her, “Well, she’s just teasing. It’s not so bad.”

Christine sighed: if he wasn’t going to stand up for himself, what could she do?

The summer ended and they began the new school year together: Alex was 18, in his senior year, and Charlie was 16, in her second year. When they would walk to school together she would wear boots with a thick heel such that she towered 7” taller than him. Her body was, by now, strong and powerful, and he looked positively diminutive in contrast. He was used to being shorter than the girls in his class, but not this much shorter than a girl two years younger than him. As they walked, he would try not to look at his sister because it involved craning his neck up to starie into her face and it reinforced his feeling like a small child next to her.

Alex once asked, “Please, Charlie, would you not wear heels when we walk next to one another.” She turned and looked down at him and asked, “Why, little brother? Does it make you feel even smaller?”

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, “It’s just. It’s weird. I feel…”

She finished his thought, “You feel small. That’s OK little brother, you are small. If you want, you can borrow my heels to feel a little bigger, a little closer to my size. Do you want that?”

He ignored her taunt and tried walking ahead of her but with her longer legs she kept up with him easily, towering over him.

She said, “If you agree to do all my chores this week, I won’t wear the heels anymore. Deal?”

“Come on, Charlie, that isn’t fair.”

“Oh, little Alex. Your little sister is 7” taller than you. I think you know more than anyone, life isn’t fair.”

“Well, couldn’t you just wear them sometimes?” he would ask.

She looked down at him and smiled wickedly. “I’ll tell you what, little brother: I’ll stop wearing the heels but only if you agree that I can carry you to school. Like my little, baby brother. Would you like that?”

“Oh come on, Charlie.”

Her voice shifted to something lower, “You know I could do it. You’re light enough. I’m strong enough.”

Alex swallowed. She continued, “What would the other kids think, Alex?”

He knew she was right and he went red in the face, “OK, Charlie. The heels are fine.”

“So you want me to wear the heels, little Alex?”

“Sure.”

“Say, Yes, Charlie.”

He obeyed: “Yes, Charlie.”

Scenes like this repeated more and more as Charlie got taller. She would push, he would resist, she would insist and he would obey. Alex found himself saying, in defeat, “Yes, Charlie,” multiple times a day. She found the power intoxicating, to see her older brother reduced in status, and would push her demands on him further and further.

To make matters worse, Charlie’s strength grew along her height and she combined this newfound height with more sports and more visits to the local gym. Her new tall stature seemed to fuel her confidence and her desire to succeed and she started working out every day right after school and return home just after dinner. The change in her physique, and her status in the household, was evident. While he was studying at the kitchen table, nose buried in a book, or working on another D&D campaign, she would saunter into the house in a tank top or even just a sports bra flaunting her new size and strength. She kept a few dumbbells in the corner of the kitchen and would curl them multiple times a day. More than once, Alex found his eyes lingering on her swelling biceps and hardening forearms.

Her newfound musculature was evident: his once small sister had rounded shoulders and defined arms and muscles. Her legs were powerful and strong and her neck was thick. After she started working out, her body changed so fast – she took to strength training like a natural – and the differences between the two of them were stark and clear. He was a thin, small, demure, albeit older, boy, whereas she was a tall, strong, and assertive woman. The size difference was so immediate that in the right light he might have been mistaken for her younger brother or even her child. Neither of them would admit it yet but the changes suited their personality. Alex fought himself as he tried to resist the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure he got from his new subordinate position. It felt right to be in her shadow.

In a strange way, as she matured and became stronger, he seemed to do the reverse, accepting her new dominant presence in his life. He seemed to just understand that the power had shifted and knew not to argue and to accept her orders. The phrase ‘Yes, Charlie’ was rolling off his lips all the time now.

Charlie would see Alex at school and say, “Little Alex, could you make me a pasta dinner for dinner tonight? I’ll need the carbs after my workout.”

“Yes, Charlie.”

“Little Alex, could you help me with the laundry? I won’t have time to do it this evening because I’ll at the gym.”

“Yes, Charlie.”

She would ruffle his hair and say, “Good brother,” knowing that her commands would be followed to the letter. She had tapped into his timidity and inherent submissiveness and brought it to the surface of his personality such that he was feeling more and more like her sidekick or servant than her brother.

He realized he was taking some pleasure in ‘helping her’ and even began to anticipate what she might need. “Don’t worry, Charlie, I’ve taken out a meat lasagna from the freezer this morning because I thought you might want it” he explained on the way to school that morning.

“Thanks, Alex!”

Later that evening he had cooked the lasagna for her expected arrival time. She walked through the door, on cue, at 6:30 and entered the kitchen in black yoga pants and a sports bra. She wasn’t a particularly voluptuous young woman but her muscles were evident: large and defined. Her upper body was impressive for any teenage boy, let alone a teenage girl, and her legs were powerful and thick. She had taken to the gym with eagerness and become serious about her weight regime and his eyes lingered over her biceps dancing beneath her skin and her defined shoulder muscles; he was in awe of her power.

The size difference between them was now so stark that he had a hard time remembering when it had been any different. She looked down at him with a generous smile.

As she walked to the kitchen table, Charlie sat down and looked at the Dungeon Master’s Guide that Alex had left open. As she flipped through it she landed on a page where a muscular amazon was wielding a sword at the entrance to a tomb. The illustration highlighted her bulging biceps and thick powerful legs. She had substantial breasts, was wielding a long sword, and was in a rage of attack. Charlie traced her finger along the image of the powerful woman with desire. She called to her brother.

“Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“Take a look at this.”

Alex walked over and saw the image himself. He had paused on that image many times, desiring the powerful woman’s strength and ferocity.

“Don’t I kind of look like her?”

Alex’s heart sped up and he tried to ignore the truth of what she was saying.  She was starting to look more and more like the women in the book. He felt a rush of erotic excitement and strange confusion. He tried to play it off:

“I don’t know… she’s pretty ripped.” 

“Well maybe not yet. But I will…” she said and smiled at him.

“I’ll have my dinner now.”

Eager to get away from the oddly erotic scene, Alex said, “Sure, Charlie!” and quickly fetched her a plate of lasagna.

“Thank you so much, little brother. You take such good care of me.”

“No problem Charlie” Alex said with a smile. Looking at her he didn’t feel like he was being exploited, rather that they had fallen into a natural pattern and that he was OK with it. He had reasoned with himself, in an act of rationalization that surprised even him, that if she was so much taller and bigger, doesn’t it make sense that he help her and support her? In a way he was being a good brother by helping her achieve her goals. He was starting to think of himself as her little Alex and that was fine.

When their Mom returned from work she thanked them both for preparing dinner. She said to Alex, “It’s so nice that you’re growing up so well. You’re really becoming a regular man of the house now.”

Charlie looked at her Mom and Alex with some skepticism and a raised eyebrow. “Um, if we’re going by strength or height, I don’t think Alex is the man of the house.”

Monique replied, “Well, honey…”

Charlie looked at her Mom and then at Alex, raised one arm and flexed her bicep. The room was silent and both Alex and their Mom were cowed by the strength in her arm. Her bicep was like a swollen grapefruit, popping out of her arm. Alex’s mouth dropped open as he looked at the impressive display of strength. She really did look like the fantasy woman in his book.

Her face turned to Alex. “Why don’t we arm wrestle to see who the man of the house is?”

Alex’s face went red. He looked at Charlie, open mouthed, but couldn’t think of the words. His mouth went slightly dry. He was actually scared of her but he also felt aroused by this blatant display of her power.

“No, no Charlie.” He said, looking down at his meal.

Charlie turned to her Mom, “It just isn’t fair, Mom. Why assume he’s the man of the house?”

Alex intervened, his voice quivering, “I… I don’t care.”

Monique interrupted, “Don’t be silly. I just meant he’s a man, you’re a girl.”

Charlie replied, “Yes, but who’s stronger and taller?

Alex jumped in: “You are, Charlie, we all know that.”

Monique, breaking the tension, said “Oh stop being silly. Yes, Charlie, you’re tall and strong but that doesn’t make you a man. You’re a girl and you’re fine as you are. So are you Alex.”

That evening when they were brushing their teeth together, Charlie was wearing shorts and a tank top and Alex was in his usual t-shirt and baggy pyjamas. Charlie spat out her tooth paste and looked at Alex, waiting for him to do the same. After he finished, she looked at him and flexed her bicep. It was large and bulging and she looked down at him silently.

After a few seconds she said, “Feel it little brother.”

He looked at her, his hand shaking, and tears in his eyes. Her face was silent and commanding. He couldn’t have stopped himself from obeying if he’d wanted to.

He reached up and wrapped his hand around her iron bicep. It was incredibly strong and he instinctively wrapped his small hand around it. He couldn’t enclose it in his grip; he felt absolutely dwarfed by her power and dominance and he could feel deep lust in his groin as he touched her muscle.

She continued to look down at him.

“I do look like the woman in your D&D book, don’t I?” she asked.

“Y—yes.” He replied quietly, overpowered by her forcefulness.

“I’m the man of this house, aren’t I?” she said firmly and authoritatively.

He was silent, his hand shaking.

“Aren’t I?”

He looked at her bicep and then at her. Her face was firm and knowing: she had subjugated him and was simply making him say what he already felt to be true.

“Y---yes—Ch—Charlie. You’re the man of this house.” He said, withdrawing his soft hand from her iron biceps.

“Good little brother” she said, returning to her usual voice and patting him on the head. She walked away and he realized that he was breathing heavily, he had half an erection, and his head was spinning with the arousal.

As Alex lay in bed, he replayed what had happened in his mind. He had to admit that there was sexual tension and energy in the scene: he felt humiliated and subdued by his younger sister but he also felt something deeply satisfying about being put in his place by a taller girl... a superior girl. It felt right to be weaker and smaller. He felt good as little Alex and wanted to please Charlie, to please the man of the house. The experience of being subjugated spoke to something deep in his psyche. He drifted off to sleep in something of an erotic haze.

The next day on the way to school Charlie was dressed in boots with a 2” heel, shorts, and a tank top all of which emphasized her height and musculature. Her legs were absolute pillars of strength in her shorts and he was staggered by the muscles in her calves as she walked into the room. She was going from be being tall and fit to being positively amazonian. In her heels, she towered over Alex in the kitchen and, approached him, looking down, and said, “Can you prepare burgers for tonight, little brother? I’ll have two.”

He replied with docility, “Yes, Charlie.”

That morning, as they walked to school she explained, “I don’t like having to confront you like I did last night little Alex, but we have to ensure that we both understand the rules.”

He paused, thinking, and answered in his traditional conciliatory way, “Yes, but it doesn’t really matter who is stronger or taller, Charlie. We’re still family.”

“Of course we’re family, little bro. But the order has changed – let’s face it. I’ve become the big sister and you’ve become the little brother. I had to listen to you when you were the big brother and now you have to listen to your big sister because she knows what’s best. Do you understand?”

Alex was silent.

Charlie looked down at her brother, “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Charlie.”

After a few seconds, she continued. “For example, I know you have a crush on Charlene in your grade. I see how you look at her.”

Alex was shocked – he didn’t realize she knew that he had feelings for Charlene but he had to admit that he did. The two of them had a connection that he hoped would turn into something. How had Charlie figured that out?!? “Well, not a crush. I just think she’s cool.”

Charlie continued, “Call it what you want, but she’s not good for you. I don’t want you dating her, little brother. She seems like trouble and not for you. Besides, you’ve got enough on the go with your studies and taking care of me and Mom. I won’t allow you to date her.” She paused and thought about how she might push him even further, “In fact, if you want to ask someone out, you need to get my permission first.”

Alex was speechless and flabbergasted by her aggression and the level of control she was trying to exert. He realized things had changed but he couldn’t accept this.

“No way! I’m not asking you if I can date someone. You don’t have any…”

Charlie looked at him with a smile, bent her knees, and, without saying a word, picked him up over her shoulder in one quick motion. Alex was amazed at how easily she did it and she began walking to school with him slung over her shoulder.

She gave him a few light taps on the ass as she walked and said, “Alex, if you’re not going to listen to your big sister then I’ll have to teach you a lesson. I think we’ve established that you live under my roof so accept my rules or I’ll start punishing you. Do you want the whole school to see me carrying you like this?” She paused and then asked, “How far do you think it’ll take before we see one of your friends?”

Alex was kicking his feet and squirming but with absolutely no effect. She easily held him in her grasp and was walking towards school. He was hanging upside down but could see the muscles in her legs and her back and feel the strength in her shoulder as she walked.

He cried, “Please… Charlie… please put me down” but she ignored his pleas.

“I wonder if Charlene will still be interested in you when she sees you being forcibly carried to school by your sister?”

He squirmed, to no avail, and then said, “OK, OK, whatever you say.”

She stopped, still holding him over her shoulder.

“OK, what?”

“OK, I agree with you.”

“You agree that you will ask me first if you’re allowed to date someone? That you’ll only date someone I approve of? And you’ll be a good little brother?”

“Yes, Charlie, yes.” Alex felt the simultaneous panic of being seen and an unmistakable arousal at being held in this vulnerable way, pressed against her muscular body while she tormented him with her words.

“And you agree that I’m the man of this family? So I make the rules and decide what you do?”

“Yes, I agree” he said, pleadingly.

With that she let him down to his feet and gave him a smile. A girl who had once been smaller and looked up to him who had now conquered him completely. She commanded him and she controlled him. There was something deeply emasculating in having to ask her if could date someone, such a level of control. It was humiliating, disturbing, and undeniably hot.

“Good, little brother.”

As luck would have it, later that day, in the last period of class, Alex and Charlene were paired together by their teacher for a project. Charlene was a pretty blonde girl who was about Alex’s height, laughed at his jokes, and was generally friendly. Alex didn’t know if this was just her being nice or if she liked him but he had always felt a connection to her. At the same time, Charlie’s warning was ringing through his ears as they spoke.

To make matters worse, as he and Charlene were walking through the hallway together they walked past Charlie’s class and she saw them. As soon as she saw them walking together, she furrowed her brow at her brother and gave him a long stare. His stomach sank. She knew. He was dead.

When the school bell rang, Alex made a quick excuse to get away from Charlene and rushed home. The last thing he wanted was for Charlie to catch him and humiliate him in front of everyone. He thought that if he explained the situation to her at home she might understand. The thought did cross his mind that the whole situation was absurd: that he shouldn’t need to explain to his younger sister why he was talking to a girl, that was his right. But that thought was washed away when he remembered being thrown over her shoulder earlier that morning. If she could do that as a warning, what would she do as a punishment? He was nervous and sweating and felt wracked with worry as he hurried home.

She returned home earlier than normal that day, still in her shorts and a tank top. He was in the living room and she walked in, looking at him sternly. She crossed her arms in a manner that emphasized the muscles in her forearms, making her look even more imposing. Her voice was deep and commanding: “I’m very disappointed in you, little brother.”

He looked up at her with a pleading look in his eyes, “Charlie, listen, nothing was happ-“

She cut him off: “Come into the kitchen” and turned on her heel. He watched her powerful legs, her tight, strong back, her round shoulders, her thick neck, her olive skin, and her tall body storm down the hallway. He felt small and scared.

He obeyed, following her. She sat at the head of their kitchen table and looked at him. “Sit.”

He sat down in front of her, feeling genuinely scared and concerned. He was too nervous to speak and further disappoint her. He felt like a child about to be chastened by his parent -- how had he got into this position so suddenly?

She looked at him from across the table.

“I’m most annoyed that you decided to disobey me the very same day I told you the rule.” She paused and looked at him. “It’s like you want to be punished, little brother.”

The size difference between their upper bodies made him feel so intimidated that he was almost speechless. He felt like a child as he tried, and failed, to argue.

“Char… Charlie… I … it wasn’t what it looked like.”

Charlie could sense that he was scared and intimidated and she was revelling in the feeling of her power, her superiority. In the span of a year she had broken this boy and reduced him to quivering nervousness. It seemed like a lifetime ago when she had idolized him. Where was the big brother she had once looked up to? Now she looked at him and saw his weakness, her pliability, and his need to be guided and mastered by her.

“Then what was it, little brother?”

He collected himself and slowly explained, “We were paired together in class, Charlie. I didn’t ask her out, I wasn’t trying to date her. I did what you said, Charlie. I promise.”

He was blushing and his neck was turning red as he tried to collect himself. He was legitimately scared of her. It was intoxicating watching him like this.

She assessed him silently and then said, “I don’t know. It really looked like you were getting close. In a way that says to me you’re intentionally trying to get punished. Like you want me to carry you to school.” She let the last statement linger.

“I promise, I wasn’t. You know me, Charlie. I’m good! I wouldn’t disobey you like that.”

He felt a mixture of humiliation and erotic energy as he submitted to this young girl in this way, trying to convince her that he had followed her ridiculous rule. Any thought of disobeying her was out of his mind and he now just wanted to convince her he was being good according to her measurement.

For Charlie, his last phrase sent a thrill through her body. Her older brother, now smaller and definitely weaker, but still older, begging her to believe that he would never disobey her commands – it spoke to something deep in her being. His weakness, his soft arms, his light features, his willingness to please… she had an image of him on his knees, before her, actually begging for her forgiveness -- she felt her nipples harden. It touched some unknown and unspoken part of her being and her developing sexuality that she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. I wouldn’t disobey you like that – it ran through her mind again and again like an electric charge. He had gone from an older boy she to this subjugated boy that now sat next to her pleading for her forgiveness. Such humiliation, such a reversal, such power.

“What would the woman in the D&D book do?” she asked, suggestively, and looked at him. He averted his gaze and looked at the table.

“Maybe, I believe you…” “but you still need to be punished. But I’m willing to give you some credit. I have to acknowledge that you didn’t ask her out, or so you say.”

“I didn’t! I swear!”

She thought for a moment and continued.

“If I find out that you did ask her out, that you defied my instructions, then I’ll carry you to school and spank you all the way there. I’ll make sure that everyone sees, that everyone knows how far you’ve fallen. I’ll slap your ass until you tell the whole school that you’re my little brother.” She paused and then said, “You’ve seen my biceps, you know I can do it” she saw his eyes look down to her thick upper arms and she continued: “But if you are telling the truth, then it’s a lighter punishment. A punishment that will show you I’m serious, ensure that you don’t disobey me in the future, but will let you save face at school.”

His eyes brightened and he looked at her. “OK, that, that sounds fair. Thank you!”

“It’s not about fair, Alex. It’s about what I decide.” She stood from the table and said, “Follow me.”

She led him upstairs into her bedroom and turned to him. In the small room the size disparity between the two of them was clear and she stood close to him. He felt like he was looking at a solid wall of muscular womanhood. Looking directly at her defined lower jaw, he felt like a child being chastised, fearful of what punishment she would dole out to him.

“Go into that drawer at the bottom of my dresser and take out five pairs of panties.”

He did as she instructed, pulling out a pair of five panties, some blue, some pink, some purple.

He looked up at her and said “Should I wash these? I can do that!”

She smiled at his eagerness.

“Yes, you should wash them, but not for me. Those are my old underwear. They don’t fit me anymore, but they’ll fit you. You’re going to wear those as a reminder of what happens when you defy my instructions. I’ll decide when you can go back to your old boy underwear but until then, I want you wearing those. This will also help ensure that you’re not trying anything with Charlene or any other girl.”

He was speechless again – wear her old underwear?

“But I… I’m a boy” he said in protest.

“Yes, I know, little brother. But this is our secret way of you telling me that you accept me as the man of the house, you accept my rules and you’ll follow them properly. That you won’t try anything silly like asking a girl out without getting my permission first.”

He looked at the girlish underwear in his hands, feeling the silky material and imagining the humiliation of putting it on each morning. He looked up at her and felt completely subdued and a mix of arousal and submission. In the span of months she had transformed into a force in his life, a force far more powerful than him and one to be obeyed.

She said, in a sultry voice, “This is an important symbol for you. A recognition that we’ve swapped roles, that you’re my little sister now. That you’re a good, chaste little sister.”

She let her words sink in and placed a thumb under his chin and tilted his head to meet her eyes, “You can agree to be my little sister in private or I can show the whole school that you’re my little sister. If I show everyone at school, you’ll never get a date again. If you agree to these terms, I might let you out of them once in a while. I might give you back your masculinity if you’re a good enough girl.”

His eyes watered slightly and he felt his knees almost give out. It was an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness combined with a deep sense of unfairness, “But Charlie, please, you can’t. Please, don’t make me.”

She smiled and stroked his chin possessively, “I can and I am” and she said to him what he had said to her so many times “You’re my little sister so just deal with it!”

The week continued and Alex found himself going through the ritual of putting on Charlie’s underwear each morning. Although he found it degrading, he didn’t entirely hate it as he found the fabric sensual and the experience somewhat erotic. He to admit to himself that even amidst the strange feeling, the friction he felt as his penis rubbed against the soft material was arousing.

The bathroom became a new space of humiliation as he would find himself staring at the soft pink and purple fabrics under his pants. It also meant that he had to hide his underwear at school in the bathroom and ensure he was always wearing a longer shirt or a hoodie and higher pants. For her part, Charlie would see him at school, raise her eyebrow with a knowing look, and he would nod to signal that yes, he was still wearing the panties.

On Tuesday morning at lunch she approached him in front of his friends. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red sweater – the sweater highlighted the width of her back and he could see the strength of her legs in the contour of her jeans. She walked up to the table and his friends went silent; they had noticed the changes in her and had asked Alex about it. The other day a kid in math class bugged him, “Hey Alex, what’s it like having a sister as big as Charlie?” Alex had deflected and laughed off the question, hoping that no one would notice the new dynamic between himself and his younger sister.

His heart began to race as she approached the table -- he was worried about what she might ask. She said, “Hey Alex, could you help me with something in the back theatre?” He quickly leapt to his feet and said, “Sure Charlie.” He jumped to his feet and walked with her, only coming up to just above her shoulder.

Together, they walked to the back theatre and few kids turned their heads at the contrast of the tall, muscular girl and her short, smaller ‘big’ brother.

When they got to the back of the theatre, Alex was relieved to see that it was empty, save the two of them. Charlie turned on a light in the dark theatre and them turned to him: “Spot check.” She looked at him coolly and waited.

He knew what to do. He quickly unzipped the front of his pants, revealing the pink panties beneath.

She smiled, “Good, little sister. You’re behaving well and not disobeying. I’ll do spot checks every once in a while to make sure you’re following the rules. OK, Alex?”

“Yes, Charlie.”

By now, he knew better than to try argue or defy her will. He was well aware of her new physical strength and she had convinced him that she would use it to get her way. Their new dynamic was simple: she commanded and he followed. If he objected, he risked being physically punished.

He asked her, “How long will we do this, Charlie?”

“Until I think you’ve learned your lesson. But so far, you’re being a good girl” and she turned on her heel; he followed. “By the way, I’m running low on workout clothes. Could you do a load of laundry for me sometime tonight?” As always, the answer was, “Yes, Charlie.”

That night, Alex found himself folding Charlie’s laundry while she was at the gym. He felt a mixed sense of satisfaction and humiliation at having to do her laundry now and then: humiliation because he was a boy, her older brother no less, but satisfaction because he was aware of her power and strength and some part of him fell easily into this submissive role. In a strange way he respected and admired her dominance and he felt satisfied as he helped her – knowing that it would put him in her good books. He thought of her power and felt the need to please her.

This latter feeling was reinforced as he folded Charlie’s workout underwear and red top: black plain underwear and a large workout top. Standing there in the much smaller pink panties beneath his pants, he was aware that he wouldn’t have fit into any of her clothes. They were so much larger than the panties he was wearing and if he tried them on, he would look like a small child in his mother’s undergarments. They would hang off him further demonstrating his weakness. The feeling of shame and arousal blended together as he envisioned Charlie standing next to him in her red top and black underwear and him in the pink panties. He envisioned her muscular, physique towering over him and commanding him. Her olive thighs layered with muscle and her taut biceps in contrast to his soft, white arms and thin legs. Her knowing gaze as she looked down at him and called him little brother… His breath was heavy as he found himself aroused by the contrast between them… He quickly folded the laundry and brought them to Charlie’s bed. He noticed that her bed wasn’t made so he tidied it up for her. This will help her see that I only want to help, he thought.

Later that same evening, as they were having dinner, Charlie and Alex’s Mom explained to them that she needed to go on a business trip and that she would be gone for 10 days. She explained to both of them that she didn’t want any wild parties, that curfew was still in effect, and that they should stay on top of their homework.

She smiled at them both, “I trust you two and you always do such a good job helping out around here. I know I have nothing to worry about.”

Alex and Charlie smiled at her, reassuring her that everything would be fine.

On Thursday evening, Charlie found herself at home early, having decided to skip the gym. She was alone in the house – Alex was still at school and her Mom was on her business trip. Sitting at the table, she started flipping through Alex’s D&D manual again. She looked at the amazonian warrior that she had seen the previous week. She thought to herself that she really was starting to look like that tall, muscular woman in the book. As she continued looking through the book she saw more images of tall, muscular, savage women: women wielding swords, pinning monsters to the ground with their powerful arms. In one image, a redhaired woman with a broadsword had her arm possessively wrapped around a much smaller male. In another image, a woman with black hair a nose ring carried a man over her shoulders like she had carried Alex – her subtle smile indicated what she was planning for the small man.

These images of powerful women asserting themselves and taking what they wanted appealed to her in a deep way. She wondered to herself if she had seen these as a kid and if that experience had somehow shaped her, making her want to become those women rather than the weakling being thrown over someone’s shoulder. Regardless, she knew that Alex looked at these images of busty amazons with swords and felt desire for them. Did he want to become those weak men, controlled and dominated by a powerful amazon? How must he feel, she wondered, to see his own sister become one before his very eyes? Her thoughts wandered on what she images must be his mixed feeling of humiliation and desire…

She flipped to the front of the book and began to read about how characters are created, how to run a campaign, and the kinds of characters in the world. She was intrigued. All those years that Alex and his friends wouldn’t let her play, she had a sense that there was something cool about the game. Now she was discovering it and she was reminded of the feeling of wanting to be involved in playing with Alex and his friends.

She read about the different races, spells, and classes. But what caught her eye were the systems by which attributes were assigned in the game. She saw the various attributes different characters could have: intelligence, wisdom, strength, and dexterity, and so on. She was reading the section on strength and found herself fascinated with the complex systems for determining a character’s strength:

0 – 2 – Extremely weak. Can barely open doors.

2 – 4 – A weak young girl. Able to lift objects but fatigued easily.

4 – 6 – A weak teenage girl. Able to curl 5lb.

7 – A week teenage girl. Able to curl 10lb.

8 – 9 – A strong young woman or young man. Able to curl 25lb and carry 140lb comfortably.

10 – 12 – A strong young man. Able to curl 30lb and carry 180lb comfortably.

12 – 14 – A very strong man. Able to curl 50lb and carry 200lb comfortably.

15 – 16 – A very strong warrior. Able to curl more than 50lb and carry 240lb comfortably.

16 – 18 – A titan of strength. Able to curl 80lb and carry 300lb comfortably.

The list intrigued Charlie and she realized that she, herself, was something between Strength of 11 and 12. She could easily curl 25lb, could curl 30lb with some difficulty, and was working up to 40lb. How much more powerful could she get?

Next to the list of strength was Alex’s character sheet. She picked it up and skimmed it over, seeing that he was a warrior named Alex the Righteous; Charlie nearly laughed when she saw that he had given himself a Strength of 15. Alex!?! A strength of 15… Forget magic and mythical creatures… Alex having a strength of 15 was the least believable part of whole the game. Describing Alex as “A very strong man” made her roll her eyes in amusement. She thought of her brother’s thin, weak arms – could he even curl 10lb? She wasn’t sure. She closed the book and started hatching her plan.

After dinner that night, she decided to talk to Alex about the game. He was sitting at the table doing homework when Charlie sat down next to him.

“Alex, I was looking through the D&D manual and I noticed something. Can I ask you about it?”

He looked up from his homework and said, “Sure, Charlie.”

“Well, I notice the table on page 12 that tells you what the different numbers for Strength mean.” She flipped to the page and pointed at the table.

“Yeah?”

“And I noticed that your character has a Strength of 15.”

“Sure, he’s a warrior.”

She paused and then continued. “Yeah, but, well… look at your arms.” He looked down at his arms in his t-shirt. As he did so, Charlie reached out and wrapped her hand around his weak arm. She encircled it easily with ample additional space in her strong grip. His bones felt so weak in her hand, she could squeeze them easily. She held her arm for a moment and said, in a slightly lower voice, “You’re not even close to being a Strength of 15.”

Alex pulled his arm away and was blushing. “Yeah, but it’s not about me as a person, it’s about the character I create. It’s a fantasy game,” he said, pulling his arm out of her grip.

She looked at him skeptically, “Mmmmhmmm but little Alex, don’t you remember when I wanted to play and I was young? What you guys used to say?” She paused for effect and said, mocking their voices, “You’re too small to be a cleric, you’re too young to be a wizard, you’re not strong enough to be a warrior.”

He looked at her waiting for the next blow of her argument to land.

“So it seems that it did matter how big someone was. When I was a little girl I was weak so I couldn’t be a warrior in the game. Why are the rules different now that it’s you guys?”

“Well … I…”

She let his confusion hang in the air.

He sensed that she was trying to stop his game, to pay him back for the years where she wasn’t allowed to play. He pleaded with her:  “Look, Charlie. We love this game. It’s really important to us.”

She smiled, “I understand, Alex. And I don’t intend to take it away from you but I need to change the way the game is played. If you’re going to play a warrior, then you probably need to be someone like me.” She said, flexing her bicep. It was swollen and large, like a firm baseball under her olive skin, and he felt immediately intimidated. The strength of her muscle was a physical reminder of the irrefutable nature of her arguments. Staring at her at the table he was struck by just how much of a force she was – her size and her strength -- the sight of her bicep pushed a button in him that made him back down.

She looked at him with her eyebrow arched, her dark eyes penetrating him. “See, I probably have a strength of 12 or 13. What about you, Alex? What do you think your strength is? Can you curl 25lb 10 times?”

He spoke weakly, “You know I can’t.”

“Well can you curl 10lb 10 times?”

“I’m… I’m not sure.”

“OK, well I think you can curl 5lb, 10 times. You can at least do that, can’t you little Alex?”

He looked up at her with pleading eyes and said in weak voice, “Yes, yes, I think so.”

“OK, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. So you’re as strong as a weak teenage girl. That seems about right.”

She held up his character sheet and picked up a pencil and then proceeded to erase the ‘1’ in his strength, reducing his character’s strength to 5.

“And since you’re a weak, teenage girl, well then you can’t be Alex the Righteous. Hmmm.” She thought for a second and then erased his character name and wrote something else in its place. He looked down at the new sheet in dismay: Alice the Helpless.

“OK, little Alice. That’s far more appropriate for you..”

“Charlie, please. My friends will all see…”

‘Fine, how’s this,” and she changed his character to Alice the Meek

“Please, Charlie” he pleaded, but she continued:

“Oh, Alice, don’t worry. I’m going to do the same thing with their characters. I think Mike might be slightly stronger, maybe a 6, but those other wimps are 4s or 5s.” She looked down at him with a wicked smile. “It’s amazing to me that I ever listened to the four of you and looked up to you. You’ve been pretending to be tough guys for so long.”

She gestured towards the dumbbells in the corner of the living room. “Maybe each of your friends can show me what they can curl and we’ll adjust their characters accordingly. It’s good that I’m here to ensure you aren’t getting above your station. The four of you little guys hiding out from the world in your fantasy of power and strength when in reality, you’re all a group of weak little girls. Isn’t that right, Alice?”

“I… OK…” he sighed. “So you don’t want us to play on Friday?” he looked up at her, ready to accept her control over yet another aspect of his life.

She smiled, “Oh, I definitely want you to play. Make sure your friends come over. But I’m going to make the campaign more realistic.”

“Please, Charlie, don’t. We love our campaign.”

She smiled at him and placed an arm around his neck, pulling him into her like the amazon in the book “Little Alice, don’t worry, you’ll still have your campaign. I think you and your friends are going to love it even more.”

Later that evening, Alex came down from his room to find Charlie splayed on the couch in front of the TV, reading through the Dungeon Master’s guide, on her stomach in her pyjama shorts and loose fitting tank top. He was awestruck by the size of her body: her legs were like two long, toned tree trunks and her upper thighs were easily wider than his torso. Her legs took up more than half the couch and her upper body took up the rest. Her ass was firm and strong and her back was like a wall of muscle that danced every time she flipped a page or wrote a note on her paper. Her whole body filled the couch and took over the space. He approached her timidly, like a small child approaching an grown woman, and asked, “Hey, what are you doing?”

She turned her head and smiled. Even as she pushed herself up from the book he could see the taut muscles in her forearms and shoulders pop ever so slightly. She was looking more and more like the images of fantasy amazons in the manual.

“Just working on the campaign a bit. I’m going to run it tomorrow and I want it to be really good for you boys.”

His heart was racing as she said this: he had been OK with this new dynamic so long as it was just the two of them, but now she was bringing his friends into it and he felt worried. He had to find a way out.

“Charlie, maybe you don’t have to do this” he pleaded with her. He couldn’t even bring himself to really object to her will, just to plead with her to change her mind.

“Little Alice, don’t worry, it’s going to be fun.”

“Well, we like our campaign how it is.”

“But this will be better” and she turned back to the book to end the conversation.

He attempted to speak but she held her hand up and said, “Alice, don’t argue with me.”

He was silent.

“If you DO continue to argue with me, I’ll take away your boy pyjamas too and make you sleep in a pink nightie tonight. Do you want that?”

“N—no, Charlie.”

She turned her head back to him, “I could do it very easily. I’ve taken your boy underwear, and I’ve stopped you from being with any girls. Should I take more of your manhood?”

He felt a mixed sense of arousal and humiliation, “No, no Charlie.”

She smiled, turning back to the book, “Good girl.”

He was worried that he’d angered her and said, “Could I sit on the couch too? I was going to watch TV.”

His question delighted her – he was asking if he could sit on the couch in a sign of total submission. She decided to push him. “I’m kinda using this space, Alice. Can you sit on the floor?”

He looked at her with a crestfallen expression. “OK, Charlie.”

He felt chastened and emasculated, reduced so easily by his younger sister. As he sat down on the carpet and watched TV from his lower position, she felt a bit guilty but also secretly excited at just how obedient he was becoming. He was sittig on the floor because she had told him to and he hadn’t even resisted. His will to argue, to resist, was almost entirely gone.

As they watched TV together me mentioned, “Oh, by the way, I made your bed when I finished your laundry.”

She thought for a second – was he actually trying to win her approval? He wasn’t just accepting her dominance, he was trying to show just how submissive he could be!

“Thank, you Alice. That’s a big help because it gives me more time to work out and get stronger. To be more like the women in the D&D manual. That’s a good thing, isn’t it Alice?”

“Y---yes, Charlie.”

That night, lying in bed, she was thinking more and more about the thrill she felt when she did take things away from Alex. There he was, her once big brother, shaking before her, and accepting her commands without question. She made him sit on the floor while she took the couch. She made him go to bed early. She had him wearing panties, she had him asking her if he could go out with other girls. Now he was trying to suck up to her. Tomorrow she would have him and his friends all together, playing her campaign. What else might she be able to get them to do?

She had drifted off to sleep when, in the middle of the night, when Charlie was awoken by Alex shaking her in bed. She slowly opened her eyes and said, “What… what is it?

Alex whispered, “I heard something. Downstairs.” He sounded nervous.

Charlie swung legs out of the bed and stood up next to Alex. She stood much taller than him and he was so close that his nose was almost touching her collarbone. He was struck by just how much larger than him he was. She was in the black underwear he had folded that night and a tank top and he could see the outline of her breasts and imposing torso in the dark.

He explained to her that he had awoken in the night to the sound of a bang downstairs and his heart was racing. He had to admit that he felt comforted now that Charlie was awake too.

“Let’s go and look” she said and marched out of the room. Alex followed her closely.

They went downstairs in the darkness and Charlie let out a loud, deep “Hello? Who’s there?”

Alex was silent, holding his breath as he listened.

Charlie moved into the living room: he could see her sizeable body moving in the dark.

“Ah ha” she said, and he saw her approach a window. She pulled the window shut and then turned to him.

“I think we left a window open and the wind was making it bang open and shut” she said, as she walked towards him.

She turned on the light and he found himself looking up to her. Her underwear and tanktop clung to her body and she looked like a young amazon with toned, powerful arms. She dwarfed him, and looked down at him, smiling.

“Were you scared, Alice?”

“I just… I wanted to go down together.”

“Sure. I understand. A little girl needs to get her big sister to check on the noise.”

Alex felt wounded but also felt that, in part, her words were right.

“It’s not like that… I just wanted to check the noise together.”

“Well, Alice, I don’t know. You looked pretty scared when you came into my room.” She put a hand on his shoulder and he felt the strength in her hand. She said teasingly, “Maybe you should wear my old nightgown to bed? It might make you feel better, having a reminder of me there.”

He turned to her with an upset look, “No! I’m going to bed.”

He marched off and up the stairs and she watched him disappear. She’d had her fun but she was surprised by the intensity of his reaction.

For his part, her threat had touched some part of him that he wasn’t ready to acknowledge yet. He had felt scared when he heard the window slam shut and he did feel safer when she was there. He also recognized that storming out of the room was, in part, an effort to escape her and her words. He was following her commands so much now that he was scared that she would just decide that he should wear her nightgown and he would end up doing it. There was part of his mind that rejected her words and her suggestions outright while another part felt that what she was saying was true.

The following evening, Alex had some building anxiety as he waited for his friends to arrive. He knew he couldn’t find an excuse to get out of the game – Charlie had forbid him from doing that – but he also expected that she had new humiliations in store for him. It was getting close to 7:00, their scheduled meeting time when Charlie came down the stairs. He looked up at her and she smiled from the top of the landing. He was awestruck by her appearance: she was dressed in short black tight workout shorts that came about 3” down her thighs. Her legs looked bronzed and powerful and he could see plates of muscle rising to the surface of her thigh as she descended the stairs. On her top she wore a black halter top that was easily one size two small: it revealed the abs in the lower part of her stomach as well as her bare, powerful arms and thick shoulders. She was also in black riding boots, a shiny leather – they came up to her knees and had a 3” heel. Her black hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and she had subtle makeup on, accentuating her cheekbones. He stared up at her in awe: she was a vision of teenage amazonian strength. She looked like she could easily scoop him up and break him in two. Alex was speechless and overwhelmed with just how incredible she looked.

She descended the stairs with a smile on her face before standing in front of Alex. She looked down on him with an imperious expression.

“How do I look”

She stood 8” taller than him and his head was level with her upper breasts.

“You… you look… amazing.”

“Thanks, Alice.”

Alex felt some momentary relief, thinking his night was saved: “Are you going out?”

“Oh no, Alice. This is what I’m wearing as your dungeon mistress tonight.”

“You’re going to be the Dungeon master?”

“I think the term is dungeon mistress. Don’t I look the part?” she said and twirled. “And if any of your little friends object, well I’ll find ways to make them behave. Do you think they’ll behave?”

“Yes, Charlie.”

She looked down at him and said, “Good. I’m going to set up in the living room. Can you order the pizza?”

He gulped… “sure.”

His friends arrived about half an hour later and were greeting Alex in the front room when Charlie walked in. She towered over the group of them and looked down at them with a smile.

The group of guys were speechless. They hadn’t seen Charlie in some time and while they certainly knew she had grown, they had no idea that she had gotten this big. They had never seen her wearing anything like this outfit – her muscles, her size… it was as if a muscular teenage dominatrix had entered their midst. The smallest of them, Mike, found that his head was level with her breast – he was almost staring right into her abs and the tallest, Nick, was looking into her lips. There was a sense in the room – they all felt it – of a far more powerful and intimidating being entering their presence. The experience was made all the more acute by the fact that she was younger than him.

This group of smaller, bookish, quiet guys were already intimidated by girls but this was something else: they stared up in silent awe at the amazonian, woman in front of them.

Tim blurted out, in surprise “Charlie!”

She looked at him and said, “Hi Tim.”

She then turned to the group. “Boys. I’m going to play with you tonight.” Charlie said with a smile.

There was some silence as and then Nick asked, “You are…?”

“Yes, Nick. In fact, Alex here has agreed that I’ll be the DM tonight.”

Alex swallowed and was silent.

Mike spoke out, “Isn’t Alex the DM?”

She turned to Mike and looked down on him, “I’ve taken his position. I’ll be the Dungeon Mistress tonight. Any objections, Mike?”

Her eyes bore down on him and Mike was struck by her intensity of her gaze. He took her in: this picture of strength, power, muscle… the strength in her legs, the power in her body… he felt his dick come to life… how had little Charlie turned into… this?

“Dungeon… mistress?” Nick asked

Charlie looked down at him, “Yes, little Nick. Is that a problem?”

He could feel sweat forming on his brow as he took in her incredible body. He felt totally intimidated “No.” He looked away, meeting Alex’s eyes. He saw the desperation in his friend’s eyes and then looked at the ground. His eyes traced Charlie’s powerful legs to the top of her black leather boots. He could see her calves pushing against the leather: the boot was straining to contain her muscular lower leg.

She continued, “Good, anyone else?”

They stood there together staring at each other, wondering if someone else would challenge her, but they were all silent. In a matter of moments, they were all looking away from each other, embarrassed that they were submitting to this young girl so readily. Their bodies all told what the story they didn’t want to say out loud: she had established herself as the undisputed alpha of the group. Her body was strong and tall, her muscles lithe and powerful; she was clearly their superior and they felt it without having to say anything. These four older boys were cowed and stood ready to follow her next command.

“Before we begin, I want everyone to do a little strength test. Follow me into the kitchen.”

She walked past them, her legs looking long and powerful– Nick was enamoured with the strength of her body and was tempted to reach out and touch her thigh. She stepped into the kitchen and said, “Follow me, boys” as she sank into a chair next to the stack of dumb bells. They trudged in after her and she picked up the 30lb dumbbell in her hand and looked at them. “If you want to be a warrior in this game of D&D, you need to show me you can curl this 10 times.”

As she spoke she began curling the weight and her iron biceps popped out of her thick tanned arm. She was a vision of amazonian strength, muscles popping and the veins in her neck appearing. Her clean skin, her blue eyes, her black hair… she had transformed before their eyes into a vision of a young dominant goddess. She was lifting a weight that none of them could budge with two hands yet she seemed calm and continued speaking to them as though she wasn’t straining at all. It was an impressive display of power and confidence that made the four boys feel totally aroused.

Nick could feel himself getting erect as he stared at her: he had always harbored secret submissive fantasies and had, more than once, masturbated to the images of muscular women in his fantasy books. He had dreamed of lying under one, feeling her powerful thrusts and her granite muscles. Here was Charlie, a woman straight out of his fantasies, demonstrating her power and dominance right before his eyes.

“I read the manual and I think you boys have been taking shortcuts, trying to boost your male egos. A warrior needs a strength of at least 12, which means you should be able to curl this easily.” She finished the tenth rep, smiled at them and stood up, rising above the group of them as she flexed her bicep.

Nick’s was almost fully erect staring at the thick, baseball-sized bicep popping out from her arm. Nick audibly inhaled at the size of her muscle. His eyes traced her body: her breasts were small but perky and attractive, her legs were thick and tanned – he wanted to sink to his knees, lick her powerful legs, take out his dick and masturbate in front of her. He was in a haze of lust.

“See, boys. That’s what a warrior looks like. If you can’t do that, you can’t be a warrior.” She put her hands on her hip, tauntingly. “Now who’s first?”

No one volunteered until she locked eyes on Mike. “Come on, Mike. Let’s see what you can do.”

 He bent down and managed to get the 30lb weight off the floor, but with a grimace and a tremble, he could only lift it a couple of inches before dropping it. He didn’t even attempt the other weights.

“Looks like you’re going to be a weakling rogue, Mike. What do you say?”

“Wh—what do you mean?”

“You’re not strong enough to be a warrior. Maybe a sultry girl character would suit you better? Someone who seduces powerful men with her charm. Do you want to be that?”

“No!” said Mike.

“OK, how about a thief. Someone small and cunning.” Mike agreed.

Nick went next, his cheeks red with arousal and determination. He grunted and strained, but couldn’t even get the weight off the floor.

“Try a lighter weight, Nick.”

He picked up the 10 lb. weight and curled it once, twice, but then his arm, shaking and in pain, could do no more.

“Oh Nicky… try the lighter one.”

Humiliated, he picked up the pink 5lb weight and lifted that. He got to the 8th rep before his arm started to shake.

“Come on, Nick. I could lift that when I was a little girl!”

His arm was pained and shaking and he could see how just thin and weak he was, his tiny arm was soft and girlish compared to her thick powerful arms. But he managed … just barely … to curl it 10 times.

Charlie clapped and then put her large, strong hand on his back. “Good work, Nick. Well, you’re definitely not a warrior. I see you as a Cleric.”

Nick smiled and said “That’s not so bad.”

Their other friend, Tim, was so nervous he could barely grip the weight. He managed to lift the 5lb weight 5 times before giving up.

Charlie sighed, “Well good try, boys.”

“What about Alex?” asked Tim

“Oh, Alex already tried and like you guys, he wasn’t able to even come close to being a powerful warrior. Isn’t that right little brother?”

Alex smiled weakly, “Yes, Charlie.”

His friends all noticed the new name she had given him but didn’t comment on it. They understood: they all felt a shared sense of humiliation in her presence along with a feeling of erotic pleasure in submitting to this woman’s will. Theirs was a shared experience of submission and not one of the boys could judge the other.

Alex looked at his friends with a mix of pity and relief; at least he wasn’t alone in his weakness.

“Well, as little Alex knows, the rules of this game are that if you can’t lift like a man, you can’t play as a man. I’m the only one here who can lift weights like a man.” she let that challenge and humiliation hang in the air for a moment.

“So my rule is that all of your characters are being transformed from powerful male warriors to weak girls” she said with authority and her hands on her hips. “Remove 10 points from your strength scores.”

Tim objected, “Hey – but that brings me down to strength three!”

She leaned down and squeezed his soft arm with her powerful hand while looking into his eyes, “That sounds about right for your weak arms, Tim.” She held his arm and said, in a lower voice, “And if you argue with me again, I’ll take off another point. Do you want that?”

Tim was silent for a second… “No.”

“OK, then do it.”

They all looked at their character sheets and began making the changes. Charlie interjected again: “And since you’re becoming weak girls, you need new names. Nick, you’re Nikki the Weak, Tim, you’re Tina the Soft, Mike you’re Mel the Meek.”

Nick sighed but knew better than to argue. He asked, “Is this a temporary thing?”

Charlie said, “I haven’t decided yet” and she turned on her heels. “Hurry up girls, your dungeon mistress awaits!”

As the game began they looked at her at the head of the table. She sat confidently at the head of the table, her commanding presence impossible to ignore. Even seated, she sat nearly a head taller than the boys and her powerful muscles danced in the candlelight of the room. With her muscular build and toned physique, she exuded power and authority, while her intense gaze sweeps across the room, daring anyone to challenge her. No one did.

The campaign began and the four boys played as four small girls charged with navigating a difficult world of warriors, sorcery, monsters, and magic. They were charged with retrieving a stolen crown from a thieves’ guild but the weakness of their characters and their inability to fight became a major obstacle. At first everyone was hesitant to accept these new roles but Charlie was amazed at how quickly the boys adapted to their female personas.

Early in the campaign, they were at an inn and they needed to retrieve the location of the entrance to thieves’ guild from the female bar owner. The bar owner would not help them and they couldn’t take the information forcibly. Charlie suggested the female seduction to retrieve the key from the bar owner.

Charlie: “Nikki, you have the highest Charisma, why don’t you try seducing him?”

Mike, “Do it Nick!”

Nick hesitated and then, “Uh… OK. I try to seduce the bar owner.”

Charlie: “Yeah but tell us, what do you do?”

Nick, “I go up to the bar and smile at him. I lean over the bar and begin to chat to him.”

Charlie: “I’ll be the bar owner – What do you want, wench?”

Nick: “Please sir, I wonder if I could chat to you.

Charlie: “Nick, you don’t sound like a girl. You’ll never get it that way.”

Nick paused for a second, and then continued in a higher, sweeter voice: “Please sir, may I have a moment of your time.”

Charlie smiled “Yes, what is it girl?”

Nick: “I put my hand on his hand and lean in. ‘Could we speak somewhere privately?’”

Charlie: “You’re a sweet little thing aren’t you?

Nick: “Yes, sir. I can be.”

Charlie: “He stares down your bodice and then smiles. Come behind the bar.”

Nick: “I follow him behind the bar.”

Charlie:  “The bar keep leans into you and presses his strong body against your weaker one. You feel his erection. What do you do?”

The three boys were hanging on every word as the sexual energy of the scene suddenly increased. Mike licked his lips. Alex could feel himself getting aroused, envisioning the scene.

Nick: “I put my hand on his leg and feel begin to rub it.”

Charlie: “He smiles and pushes your head down beneath the bar. He pulls his hard dick out and puts it in your face. Are you going to suck it?”

Nick: “I do. And as I do, I try to steal the key out of his pocket.”

Charlie: “Roll to check for Dexterity.”

Nick rolled and got 20 and the group cheered.

Charlie: “Looks like you’re a natural at this Nikki. You slide the key out of his pocket and stuff it into your bra. As you do so, he finishes in your mouth. Well done, Nikki”

The room was silent and the boys knew something had changed in their midst. Nick had been transformed into Nikki and had willingly sucked the bartender’s cock as part of the game. Charlie was clearly revelling in this new degree of humiliation.

From there, Charlie continued the campaign, putting the boys through ever more humiliating experiences. As they continued, Charlie invented a new rule: “Anyone who rolled a 1 has to sit, for the rest of the day, in my lap when they roll their dice.”

Inevitably, all four boys ended up sitting on Charlie’s lap. Alex was first, he rolled a 1 and felt his stomach drop. He looked up at Charlie and silently mouthed, “Please.”

She wouldn’t budge: “A rule is a rule, little Alice. Come here and sit on your big sister’s lap.”

He stood up and walked over to her. Her saw that thighs looked thick and powerful and he sat down on the side of one of her legs.

“Oh no you don’t. I want you fully on my lap” she said, as she pulled his body into her with her powerful arm so that his legs were atop both of hers. He could feel her small breasts in his back and her muscular arms moved around him. Her legs dwarfed his and he felt like a small child sitting on her thick legs.

“OK, Alice. Roll from here now, sweetie. Be a good girl.”

He could feel himself getting aroused at the experience of being so dominated and controlled by his muscular younger sister. His penis was getting hard and he was so aroused in his panties he was worried he would cum if he sat there for long so he quickly rolled his dice. He went to stand up but she grabbed him with her powerful hand and pulled him back into her lap and leaned him back so that his head was lying on her strong shoulder. He felt so vulnerable and weak. She looked down at him.

“Not so fast, Alice. Say thank you, Charlie.”

He had never felt something like this before: a combination of being physically dominated, humiliated, controlled, and aroused. His penis was rock hard and he felt on the edge of cumming. He was at a loss and submitted completely: He said, weakly, “Thank you, Charlie.”

She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Good girl” before she released him. He leapt out of her lap quickly with red, blushing cheeks.

When it was Nikki’s turn, she sat in Charlie’s lap and felt Charlie’s strong hand squeeze and then caress his ass. “Go ahead, Nikki. Roll your dice, honey.”

He followed her instruction and then, like Alex, he was pulled into her embrace. Unlike Alex, however, when he said, “Thank you, Charlie,” she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, hard and strong. His head was spinning and he was rock hard in his pants. She looked down at him, this vulnerable, weak girly boy -- her nipples were hard watching him look up at her. “Good girl.”

Towards the end of the night, as they approached the final boss, Charlie told them, “In a corner of the cave, you discover 4 amulets of protection. Do you put them on?”

The group shouted “Yes” and with that Charlie pulled out four necklaces from behind the DM screen. Each necklace had an amulet in the shape of a pink heart with embossed jewels that made them sparkle in the light.

“Good girls. These amulets will signify that you belong to me and that you accept your weakness but, in doing so, also accept that I will always protect my girls. Now, put them on.”

She also pulled out pink braclets with the letters ‘CA’ engraved in them and passed them out to the group.

Nikki took his willingly, as did Alex and Tim but Mike was resistant. He said, “You actually want us to wear these?”

Charlie looked at him with a fierce look “Not only wear them. Wear them all the time. If I catch you without these on, I’ll pull your pants down and spank your ass and put it on you myself. You better have them on all the time. Understand, Melanie?”

Up to now Mike’s character had just been Mel but Charlie’s further feminization of him affected him deeply. He quietly put the locket on around his neck.

She continued looking at Mike: “That means the shower too, Melanie. I don’t want you ever taking it off. Got it?”

He looked and her and nodded silently.

“Good girls. Now you’re all Charlie’s little girls, Charlie’s angels. Got it?”

“Yes, Charlie” they said in unison.

After the end of the game, Charlie insisted on hugging all of the boys individually, pressing them into her strong powerful body. When Nikki went to hug Charlie, she said, “Nikki, can you help me clean up the game?” He thought for a second but she didn’t wait for him to answer: she simply used her arm and pushed him into the living room, indicating that it was an instruction and not a request.

Mike, Alex, and Tim looked at one another before Charlie said, “Bye girls. Time for you to go home” and pushed them out the door. When they were gone, she looked at Alex and said, “Well, that was fun, Alice, but it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“But Charlie, I can stay up later than this. Mom let’s me!” He realized, as he spoke, how he sounded, pleading with his younger sister to be allowed to stay up.

“Not when I’m in charge. Bed, now, Alice. Don’t make me tell you twice.” And with that she slapped his ass in a firm way. It stung and he found himself leaping upstairs.

He brushed his teeth and had gotten into bed when he heard Charlie’s voice downstairs. He walked to the landing and slowly crept onto the top step and tried to watch what was happening. He saw Charlie standing in front of Nick next to the gaming table. In her boots she was absolutely statuesque in front of him – her breasts were pressed into his face. She looked like a vision of muscular power and sexuality compared to the quivering boy standing before her. He could see the flexing muscle of her legs in her boots and she looked almost twice as wide as him. The dynamics of their relationship were crystal clear. Alex’s heart was pounding as he listened in on the scene.

Charlie: “Nikki, you’re a good little girl aren’t you?”

Nikki: “Yes, Charlie.”

Charlie: “You’re one of my angels?”

Nikki: “Yes, Charlie.”

Charlie: “Speak in your higher voice, like the girl in the game.”

Nikki said, “Yes, Charlie. I’m your little angel.” in a girlish voice.

The two of them were a study in contrast. Nikki came up to Charlie’s upper breast and looked like a small girl in front of the larger Charlie. She spun Nikki around and, towering over the smaller boy, began kissing his neck. Mike realized that Charlie had put lipstick on his friend; with the locket and lipstick Nikki looked like a small girl being ravished by her far larger and more aggressive lover. It was hard to envision that Mike was older than her.

Charlie: “Pretend I’m the bar owner. Seduce me you little slut.”

Nikki understood and began pushing his ass into Charlie and spoke in a weak, feminine voice: “Please, I’ll do anything for you. Please. You’re so big and strong and powerful. Let me service you.”

Charlie changed her voice so that it was gruffer and deeper: “Good girl. Call me sir…”

Nikki: “I’m such a small, weak girl. Please sir, show me what a man you are.”

Charlie: “You want me to be your man? To show you what a little slut deserves?”

Nikki, speaking in a high, feminine voice, “Yass… yasss.. please.”

Charlie: ”Beg me for it, you weak little slut. Tell me how weak you are.”

Nikki let out a sensual moan before saying,: “Oh please, Charlie. You’re more of a man than I’ll ever be. I’m just your angel, your weak, servant. Please, let me be your girl.”

As Nikki was speaking, Charlie had begun rubbing her crotch into his ass and was fondling his penis. Her thick arms were wrapped around the much smaller boy and Alex could see her muscles and veins popping as she stroked him.

Charlie: “Do you like that girl?”

Nikki: “Oh yes, sir. Please, fuck me like the girl I am. I need you, Charlie. You’re my big man.”

Charlie pressed Nikki against the wall and humped him from behind as she fondled her tit and stroked his cock through his pants. Her moans had turned deep and guttural as she had her way with the smaller, feminized boy. Their talking had ended and they were in the throes of fucking with the much larger Charlie fucking Nikki like a girl.

As he witnessed the scene, Alex realized he was rock hard and completely turned on as he watched his younger, dominant sister fuck his feminized friend. He tiptoed into the bathroom, shut the door quietly and began to masturbate furiously. His mind focused on Charlie’s powerful muscles, her legs bursting out of her black leather boots, the feeling of her strong thighs as he sat on her lap, the image of her lifting the dumbbells in the kitchen, her biceps firm and swollen, her absolute mastery of all four of the boys, and her increased dominance towards him. He felt less and less like a brother and more like a weak, dependant girl. As this flood of images went through his mind, he came hard, fast, and silently.

After cleaning up he stepped out of the bathroom only to find Charlie coming up the stairs. She looked at him with a knowing smile and said, “Everything OK, Alice?”

“Yes, Charlie. Just getting ready for bed.”

“Do you want to sleep with my nightie? So you don’t get scared again?”

“No Charlie, thank you.”

“OK, Alice. Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. I definitely want to do that again.”

Charlie went to bed that night with other visions in her mind – visions of the four boys serving her and accepting her as their dominant, muscular goddess. She reflected on the experience that evening and was struck with just how easily she had bent all four of them to her will. By the end of the night she had the four older boys – boys she had once looked up to, physically and socially -- wearing girl’s pendants, sitting in her lap, and accepting her as their leader. She had snuffed out any of the small amounts of resistance they had offered and took control of the four of them very easily. By the end of the night they were happily being led through the game by her. Gone was the younger small girl who had wanted to play with these boys and join their games and now she was turning into a younger woman, bigger, stronger, more powerful and dominant who played with them like they were her little girls, her toys.

Lying in bed, under the cover, she stretched her strong body, feeling her tight abs and the strength in her calves and legs. In a strange sense, she found her own muscles and power intoxicating and arousing – she knew the effect it had on others, on her older brother, his friends, the boys in her class, even her teachers. Now that she had unlocked this power in her own body, she wanted more. Her body was so strong and it let her become more and more in control over the harem of weak boys. Every sit up, every crunch, every weight she lifted pushed her further ahead of them and gave her more power.

She remembered earlier that week when she was speaking to her math teacher, Mr. Rawlins and she noticed that his eyes shifted, ever so slightly from her eyes to her exposed and noticeable biceps. Looking at him eye-to-eye she could see that he was trying, and failing, to not at her muscles. He was like so many other men who talked a big game, asserted themselves as powerful males, but, when confronted with a woman like her, sensed her innate power and dominance. She knew that if she wanted to she could bring Mr. Rawlins to his knees, lacing her fingers in his, looking into his eyes and pushing him to the ground. This sense of power was intoxicating and she wanted more of it in her life.

And then there was the experience this evening with Nick, now Nikki. After the other boys had left and she had shooed her obedient brother upstairs, she pulled Nikki onto her lap. He actually shook, like a frightened rabbit, as he sat in her grasp. She stared at him for a few seconds before he looked away. He was so light, so soft and weak compared to her. She had a thought of standing up and carrying him around the room but, instead, she whispered, “Nikki, can you be a good girl for me?” He looked at her silently and simply nodded his head. She took out a tube of lipstick and ran it along his lips. “Don’t resist, Nikki. I don’t want to have to punish you.”

She put the lipstick to his lips, applied it slow and thick to ensure he remembered the experience of sitting in her lap, the feeling of her warm, thick thighs under him, the strength in her grasp and she pulled him to her and the feel of the lipstick running against his lips. She took her time doing it, slowly running along his yielding lips. From there she had forced him to role play again, being her girl and she had played the role of the innkeeper. She reveled in recreating the scene of him playing the girl, seducing her. He was so weak and so pliant as she humped him from behind. He didn’t put up any resistance, just accepted her as she rubbed and rub on his ass until she felt her engorged clit hot and wet. She could remember feeling his soft ass and he had moaned as she masturbated him. When he left she kissed him and he wrapped his arms around her powerful neck. There was something so hot, so sexy about seeing this older boy turned into her feminine plaything like this. Even as he wrapped his soft arms around her powerful neck she could feel her nipples harden and she almost wanted to cum again. 

And her brother. She didn’t know exactly how Alex felt about the new dynamic, but he offered little resistance anymore. He had gone from her big brother Alex to her little sister Alice, wearing panties, following her instructions, and taking care of her chores at home. Her threats of physical punishment had quieted any complaints he might have once had and he now seemed to walk around the house continually afraid of her and predicting what she might want or need. It was clear that she had accepted her mastery over him and he really was feeling like her little, doting sister. Thinking of how weak he was, she ran her fingers along her chiseled abs and felt the strength of her biceps. Her physical superiority to her brother was now so clear, so pronounced, that he almost cowered in her presence. She needed to continue pushing him in this way, to devise new humiliations for Alex and push him further along the path to feminine submission. As she drifted off to sleep she had an image of him as a little girl looking up to her with his weak, doe eyes.

The next morning, Alex was in the kitchen when Charlie came down the stairs. Gone was the teenage dominatrix from the night before, replaced instead by a large, powerful teenage but regular looking girl. She was dressed in black biker shorts and a tight workout top. Her breasts were small but noticeable and they contrasted with the size of her biceps which, even unflexed, looked huge. Alex’s eyes traced the boulders in her arms, the strength and musculature of her shoulders, and her strong neck. Even barefoot she was 5” taller than Alex and was an imposing presence in the kitchen. Standing next to him in the kitchen he felt like a child next to her.

“Good morning, Alice.”

“Good morning, Charlie.”

“I hope you slept OK.”

“I did, thanks. Did you?”

“I did. Did you enjoy last night?

He paused before answering, “It was different but I don’t know if we should do that again, Charlie.”

She delighted at his response. He didn’t even put up resistance to her taking over his game – he just suggested to her that maybe they shouldn’t do it again.

“Oh, I think we should, Alice. All your friends seemed to like it.”

Alex was silent as he tried to think of a response.

She continued, “Actually, I think you liked it to. But I was thinking that maybe I could help you, and that we could change things up a bit for your benefit.”

Alex was cautiously hopeful about the change in her tone. Maybe she was relenting in her desire to continually humiliate him?

“Change, how?”

She looked down at him with a smile,  “Well, I think it’s clear that you’ve been a good little sister, haven’t you?”

Alex, hesitated, cautious about the path he was being led down.

“Y-yes..” he said weakly.

“But I do worry that maybe I’ve pushed you too far – that you’ve decided to become a girl because you want to be like me, to emulate your big sister.”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“I worry that I’m having an oversized influence on you. That you see me as someone to look up to, someone to model yourself after.”

“No, Charlie.”

“But you do, look up to me, don’t you Alice? You have for over a year now and now that I’m so much bigger, you always will look up to me.”

“But maybe that’s affecting you Alice. Maybe you see your big sister and think, I’m your role model and you want to be like me.”

“No, I…”

“But you can’t be like me, Alice. You’re small, soft, and weak. I’m tall, strong, and powerful. Aren’t I?”

“Yes, Charlie. You’re bigger, taller, and more powerful.”

“That’s right, little Alice. But you’re a boy, and I’m worried that you are emulating me, that you’re becoming a girl because you want to be like me. You sense my power, you know that I’m in control and you want to be just like your big sister.”

“Well, I think it’s because you’re forcing me.”

“Oh, Alice. I can’t force what isn’t already there. Let’s face it, you’ve always been a bit of a little girl. I’m just helping you see it.” She paused while looking down at him before continuing: “You know, I think I knew I was stronger than you for a few years now. I could just see it in your weak body. Since I was 14 or so and you were 16, I knew that I could’ve beaten you. I didn’t allow myself to really see it but as soon as I was taller than you by a little, and then so much taller than you, well we couldn’t pretend anymore.”

Alex was silent and Charlie continued.

“If you were more of a man, you would have protested, fought back, found a way to assert your masculinity. Even if I was bigger, you would’ve fought and made it difficult to me. You would’ve shown that you have balls, Alice. But you didn’t do any of that. Instead, you’re following your little sister’s orders, dressing like a girl, and taking on a girl’s name. You act sweet, Alice. While you were never much of a big brother, you’re actually really good at being a little sister.”

Alex was silent.

“I think you’re even starting to like it. To try and guess what I might want you to do next, to guess my needs and my demands. You’ve become a good little sidekick, helping me with my laundry and other things. You’re eager and happy to please Alice, because deep down, you really are a dependent little girl. You’re like a small comet orbiting around a big planet: you sense my power and you want my approval.”

Alex was a storm of emotions and feelings. Part of him did want to rail against what she was saying, to protest and push her away, but part of him also knew he didn’t have that in him, that he couldn’t bring himself to confront her and challenge her. He knew deep down that she was right, that she had conquered him and his resistance was completely broken and that secretly, he liked it.

“It’s not your fault, sweetie. I mean, look at the contrast between us. You’re 18 years old, supposedly an adult male, and you’re wearing panties at the command of your younger sister. Your younger sister who is 2 years younger and half a foot taller than you.” As she said that, she rolled up her sleeve and flexed her bicep. It came to life immediately: a strong, hard muscle, swelling with power, just inches from his face. She continued as he stared at it: “Face it, Alice, you’re small, weak, and you feel the natural desire to submit to me… don’t you?”

Alex was breathing heavily , his chest was panting, and was intensely turned on. He felt an erection growing between his legs.

Charlie whispered: “Kiss it, Alice. Give my bicep a little sisterly kiss to show you appreciate it. You appreciate my strength and how I protect you.”

His body obeyed immediately: he leaned towards it and she raised her arm slightly, pulled her arm slightly away from him so that he had to go onto his toes to reach it. He did so, and kissed her bicep softly.

“That’s a good girl. You see? So obedient. Maybe you are meant to be my little sister.”

She paused for a second and continued, “Then again, Alice, what chance did you ever have? What male role model did you have to learn from? That’s probably how you’re in this situation.”

“But, Charlie…”

She continued, ignoring his protests, “Maybe what you need is a male role model. Someone to look up to as the man in your life.”

“I think I’m OK..”

“Oh really?” she said with some sarcasm. “Would most people look at your situation and say, he’s OK. He’s knows how to be a man. Dressing like a girl, acting like a girl. No, I think if you’re ever going to return to being a boy, you need a male role model.”

“But, who, Charlie?”

Charlie smiled and looked into Alex’s eyes: “Me, of course. Look at us: who could confuse who the man of this household is? You said it yourself: I’m the man of the house. I have all of the qualities that make a good male role model for you: I have muscles, I’m tall, I’m powerful, I’m commanding – look at how I took control of you and all your friends last night. Look at how I’ve bent you to my will. You literally just kissed my bicep because I commanded you to. I made you step on your tippy toes, like a small girl, to do so. Look at my power and strength and aggression. I’m the man in your life and I can teach you be a man in ways that you’ve never been able to be yourself. Look at this.”

She turned around casually and flexed both of her arms. Her biceps were thick and strong but her back was incredibly impressive: a wall of strength with knotted muscle. I was so wide and powerful and he could see muscles extending from her back to her neck, making him feel even smaller by comparison.

“Feel my back.”

He reached out with his dainty hand and touched one of the muscles. It was like iron and he involuntarily pressed it with his small finger. It didn’t even move -- his hand looked girlish in comparison and he felt an innate desire to worship her powerful muscles.

“You see, Alice?”

Her aggression and nonchalance in describing the situation was completely intoxicating to Alex. He was totally erect in his and breathing heavily as he listened to her. Alex was speechless at what she was saying and was overwhelmed with erotic humiliation. His own younger sister was challenging him, saying she was more of a man than him. And it was all true.

Finally, he found words, “But, Charlie, no.”

“Don’t act so surprised, Alex. I might be your younger sister biologically – not even biologically, just in terms of the family. But in terms of the social life of our household, I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be.” She turned around and looked directly at him.

“I’m the man here and you’re the little girl. If ‘man’ is just a title we have for the leader, for the aggressive, strong, dominant, alpha… then I’m the man of this household. I’ve taken whatever place you might have had in our pecking order and demoted you to the status of a little girl. And what does that make me?”

Alex was silent.

She repeated: “If you’re the little girl of the family now, what am I?”

Alex looked at her and finally said, “The man?”

Charlie smiled and said, “Yes, sweetie, but in terms of the family.”

Alex was speechless. He looked at the ground. “You’re my big brother.”

She took his chin in his hand and forcefully directed his gaze back to her face. She looked powerful and commanding and he was completely submissive to her. “No, Alice. I’m not the boy of the family, I’m the man. Every girl needs a daddy, and I’m yours.”

He looked at her in silence. He couldn’t.

“But, please, Charlie. No.”

“Yes, Alex. I can teach you how to be a better boy, how to be stronger and tougher, how to live in the world. But you have to treat me like any girl would treat their daddy, as the strong, dominant leader of this household. If you can accept me as your daddy, I can show you how to rebuild your masculinity. I can teach you to be a boy again.”

He was silent, tears were welling up in his eyes.

She rubbed a hand along his cheek, “Oh, little Alice. Don’t be upset. Is it too much? To admit I’ve become your daddy, your male role model? Do you want to go back to being my little sister? To forgetting all this nonsense about being a boy?” She was genuinely moved by how upset he was.

He nodded silently.

She continued, “OK, sweetie. Forget I said anything. You want to go back to being Alice? And I’ll just stay your Charlie?”

“Y—Yes, yes, please.”

“OK, sweetie, we can go back to you being my little sister and me being your big sister.

He looked up at her and with a weak, wavering voice said, “OK, Charlie.”

“Good girl, Alice. Now thank me for teaching you to be a good little sister.”

His voice was wavering with fear and emotion but also arousal, “Thank you, Charlie.”

“And you love being my little sister?”

“Yes, Charlie. I want to be a good little sister.”

“OK, sweetie.” And with that she pulled him into her chest and hugged him tight to her body. He felt safe and secure against her strong, muscular chest.

Later that day, Alex was reading in the living room when Charlie came downstairs with some clothes in her hands. She was in her black tight workout shorts and a sports bra – the shorts clung to her and had a wet PVC look that accentuated her muscles. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat and Alex was sure she had been working out. She looked like a female adonis, toned olive skin covering thick muscle and a tight body. She looked down at his small figure on the couch: “Alice, I was thinking.”

Alex looked up from his book. “Yes, Charlie?”

“I’m fine with you giving up the role of brother and becoming my little sister but if you’re going to do it, I want you to dress the part.”

With that, she handed Alex a pile of fabrics. He took them in his hand and pulled them apart to discover sundresses in various colours: pink, off-white, floral prints, and more.

He held them in his hands and looked up at her from his seated position before looking up to her with pleading eyes. From his vantage she looked like a tower of strength and confidence, her skin radiating strength and confidence; she stared down at him with her powerful arms crossed over her chest.

“Do I have to Charlie?”

“Yes, Alice, you do. Didn’t you say you wanted to be a good little sister?”

He replied quietly, “Yes.”

“Well you have to do more than just say it. While Mom is gone and when you’re here I think you should be in these little dresses all the time. If you won’t call me daddy, you can show me you’re a good little sister. I’ve brought you these ones. They’re my old ones.”

He was aghast at what she said but as he checked the tag on the off-white one, he saw that they were for a 12 year old girl.

“Try it on.” She said firmly.

He looked at the dress and at her again. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do. And stop questioning what I’m telling you. Try it on. Here. Now.”

He spoke nervously: “Can’t I at least get changed in the bathroom?”

“No, Alice. Now stop testing my patience or I’ll spank you right here. Do you want that?”

“No, Charlie, I’m sorry” he blurted out quickly.

“Then be a good girl and get into your dress now.”

Alex looked at her for a second, could see she wasn’t joking and stood up. As always, standing next to her was such an intense experience of humiliating contrast: a feeling of being absolutely diminutive and servile. He pulled his black t-shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans, and slid out of them. He knelt down and pulled off both of his socks. Standing in the room in just his panties he looked up to her: “Can I keep my underwear on?”

Charlie looked down at him with an inner smile: this frail, slight boy, cowering in her presence was once someone she looked up to, someone she would’ve once asked permission from. Now he looked up at her like a shadow of a boy. His arms were thin and weak, his legs were small and pale and his hips even had a feminine curve. She was using her power to remake him into a pliable, feminine girl. She had taken his masculinity completely and he was completely in her power. She stared down imperiously at him and felt a charge of sexual thrill at his request, asking his younger sister if he could keep his underwear on.

Alex, for his part, felt tiny compared to his muscular sister, he could see just how small his arms were compared to hers. Her thick, tanned biceps, her immense legs, layered with muscle – she looked tanned and athletic while he looked weak. Even his pale panties signified weakness in comparison to her black, glistening shorts. He thought she looked like an amazonian warrior towering over a much smaller girl. He had a vision of himself as her weak servant girl, wearing her rags, kneeling in front of her, preparing her meals and cleaning her home when she returned from battle. It turned him on as much as he felt shame.

She corrected him: “You mean, can you keep your panties on?”

He repeated, “Yes, please, can I keep my panties on?’

She smiled: his will bent so easily. “Yes, sweetie. Keep your panties on but hurry up and get into your dress. Quick, little bunny.”

Alex took a deep breath and slid the soft fabric over his head. The dress was a light green with a floral pattern and a cinched waist. It and was tight on him and the skirt barely covered his thighs but the dress had the desired effect: his thighs looked especially milky and plump and his ass pushed out of the back of the dress, giving it a round look. He had no hair to speak of on his legs or chest so he looked the part of a slight, feminine figure. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement as he looked down at his body, his flat chest and his slight curves now framed by the dress. He looked at Charlie and she nodded with satisfaction.

"Good girl," she said, her voice firm and authoritative. "You look so pretty, Alice. It fits you beautifully. Don’t you feel good, knowing that you’re wearing my old dress. You’re barely bigger than I was when I was 12. Just like the little sister I always wanted. You’re learning to be the small, weak girl I never was, the princess of the family. It fits you beautifully. "

Alex felt his cheeks flush as he heard the words 'little sister' and ‘princess’ come from his sister's lips. It was humiliating, but he couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him as she called him that. He looked up at her with a submissive look. The feeling of her power over him was intoxicating, and he felt his cock stir in his panties. He knew that this was wrong, but he also felt something new as he was completely under her thumb. He felt safe, he felt right.

Charlie sat down in the chair and crossed her legs in a masculine fashion as she appraised him. "Now, walk around the room for me, like my girl," Charlie instructed.

He took tentative steps, the fabric brushing against his legs. Each movement felt foreign and yet somehow, right. With every step, he felt more and more like he belonged in this dress, like he was becoming the girl she wanted him to be. His mind raced with thoughts of rebellion, but his body responded to her commands without question. The way she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of dominance and care, it was confusing. He was her plaything, her pet, and yet he felt a strange sense of belonging.

"Come here, Alice," she said, her voice a gentle command. He approached her, the fabric swishing as he moved. "Look at yourself," she instructed, pointing to a mirror on the wall. He glanced up, his reflection staring back at him. He looked… like a small girl with a slightly masculine face. Not very masculine, but enough to be androgynous. Behind his reflection, he saw Charlie – all powerful woman, curves and strength, but a figure of female power and musculature, made all the more impressive in her dominance by the contrast by the weak girlish man in front of her.

Charlie stood up behind Alex and walked up behind him. He watched the muscles dance in her legs, calves, and thighs as she stood up and approached him, dwarfing him with her presence. She filled the space behind him in the mirror and the contrast was so clear and apparent. Her thighs were as big as his waist, her abs were rock solid, her breasts were small but proud, her shoulders were large and pronounced. Even her jaw was more defined, stronger and more cut than his weak, feminine face.

Her black hair, her olive skin, her muscles, and her power made him look all the weaker, all the more girlish. He was so weak in her presence. The top of his head came to her lower jaw and she stared into his eyes in the reflection. She licked her lips, the sheen of sweat on her body giving the encounter a lusty, erotic charge.

She placed a possessive hand on his shoulder and whispered, “Now do you see?”

He was breathing heavily and could feel an erection growing in his panties. His chest was moving up and down and he was overwhelmed with lust and submissive desire.

“Now, do you see, Alice? Do you see who I am?”

Alex nodded, unable to form words.

She stared into his eyes: “This feels so right, Alice. It’s intoxicating to have this power of you and over all of your friends. I want you all to submit to me and know that I’m in control.”

Alex was overwhelmed with desire and a feeling of submission. He was rock hard in his panties and he was sure she could tell.

He felt her hand on his shoulder and felt her firmly press him downwards. His body couldn’t resist her strength and he began to sit down next to her until she corrected him. “No. On your knees.”

He obeyed, falling to his knees before her, looking like a meek servant girl next to an amazonian warrior. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her powerful leg.

“Say, it Alice. Show you’ve finally submitted. Tell me who I am.”

He swallowed and whispered something.

“Say it loudly, Alice.”

Tears welled up in his eyes and his penis was rigid in his panties.

“Daddy.”

"Good, girl" Charlie said, a smirk on her lips. “I’m glad you’ve accepted how things are and how they’ll be.” She said, stroking his head possessively looking at him in the mirror. “I want you to start wearing makeup. You can spend the day watching tutorials online to learn how to make yourself look pretty. Do you understand?”

He simply nodded silently, still clinging to her powerful leg.

She smiled wickedly before turning away from him, “Now, show me you’re eager to help me, little Alice. I could use a massage after my work out.” With that she proceeded to lie, face down, on the couch and said “Start with my shoulders."

Alex took a deep breath, his heart racing as he got back to his feet and approached her. He knew this was part of his training, part of the submission she was enforcing. Her shoulders were strong and thick and he tentatively reached out his small, trembling hands to touch her. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat from her workout, and he could feel the rock-hard muscles as he began to knead them. Her shoulders were so much broader and more powerful than his. His hands were miniscule compared to her strength.

He worked his way down her arms, feeling the thick biceps and triceps flex beneath his fingertips. Her eyes narrowed with pleasure as he worked the tension out of her muscles. He thought of how she was commanding him to become more and more feminine as she took on the male role in the house. "Harder," she urged, her voice low and seductive. He tried to obey, pushing as hard as he could into her bulky arms and into her back, knotted with muscle, feeling the power beneath his hands. “I can barely feel you Alice” she said. “You’re so weak, aren’t you?”

“Yes Charlie.”

She reached up with an arm and squeezed his wrist firmly and painfully. “Use my other name.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Moving down to her legs, he found them to be just as muscular. He started at her calves, working his way up to her thighs. He reached the apex of her thighs and paused, his heart racing. "Keep going," she said, and he swallowed hard, moving his hands to her powerful thighs.

As he massaged her, he couldn't help but think about the previous night, about how she had made him and his friends submit to her will, how she had made him kiss her bicep. It was all so confusing, but he knew he couldn't fight it anymore. He was her little sister now, and he had to accept it.

"Good girl," Charlie murmured, her eyes closed.

Alex continued, working her legs, feeling her muscles relax under his touch. He was in awe of her power, and he felt so small and weak in comparison. It was a strange feeling, but one that was becoming more and more addictive. He wanted to please her, to make her happy, to be the obedient little sister she desired. She sighed in pleasure, and he felt a sense of pride swell within him.

She turned over and sat up, looking at him momentarily before standing up and calling him over to the mirror. They were a study in contrast, with her powerful, sweaty body and his weak feminine torso trapped in her old sundress. “Look at us. You’ve really become the little sister I’ve always wanted.” She let the words hang in the air for him to take in and he knew he had no way out.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being completely owned by her. He knew that no one else could ever make him feel as small and vulnerable as she did, and in that vulnerability, he found a strange sense of belonging.

"You're going to serve me, Alice," she said, "You're going to take care of me and make sure I'm happy. And in return, I'll protect you from the big bad world."

He nodded, his hands moving over her strong, toned legs. "I'll do anything you say, Charlie."

"Good," she murmured, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Because I need a good little sister to take care of me."

Alex felt his cock pulse again at the words. The idea of being her personal servant was so intense, so overwhelming, that he didn't know if he could handle it. But as he stood there in her shadow, seeing her muscular legs, her powerful abs, and swollen biceps, he knew that he was going to try.

It was towards the end of the following week and Alice was making dinner while Charlie was working at the dining table. Alice was in a light white sundress and was wearing his pendant – Charlie glanced at him pirouetting around the kitchen and smiled when she saw that, in the sun, she could see the outline of his slight figure through the dress. In a matter of weeks she had transformed her older brother into this weak, feminine, yet happy, figure twirling around the kitchen. Despite his protestations, he had taken to his new identity and was even thriving as this new girlish version of himself.

Charlie, for her part, was wearing black jeans and a black tank top – she had taken to wearing pants virtually all of the time as an expression of her seizing the male position in their relationship. She had told Alice in no uncertain terms that he was not to wear pants whenever he was in the house. A few days earlier Alice had asked if he could maybe wear her old jeans, from when she was 12 – a question that represented the depths of his new submission. He wasn’t even bold enough to try and wear his own jeans but asked if he could wear hers. She had firmly denied his request, explaining that in the house he was expected to be as feminine as possible.

When he argued she silently picked him up in her arms and sat him on her knee, looked at him sternly and ripped, with ease, the sundress off his body. Her biceps swelled up as she tore the fabric in two, leaving him in white panties and his white 32B bra. He was speechless at what she’d done and he looked at her in shock and fear. His body was small and effeminate and contrasted with her strength and virility: he looked like her disobedient younger sister or even her daughter. She stood up, towering over him and looking ferocious – her thighs muscles thick and pressing against the outline of her black jeans.

“Now, you’ve lost your dress for the day. You can do the rest of your cleaning in your panties Keep arguing with me and I’ll take those away too. That’s what happens when you disobey me. Now get back to your vacuuming.”

He silently accepted her command and spent the rest of the afternoon vacuuming, dusting, cleaning, and washing the house in the female undergarments.

He had learned not to argue with Charlie again and, that evening, had approached her after finishing his cleaning and stood before her with his hands in front of him. He looked at her and smiled and then slid into her lap before saying, “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Charlie. I’ve learned. Will you let me wear a dress again tomorrow?”

Charlie smiled down at him, “Yes, little bunny. You’ve learned your lesson.”

“Thank you, Charlie.”

The transformation was so incredible: any trace of a bigger brother, a dominant male, was completely eradicated and he had transformed into this totally obedient, feminine subordinate who was now asking if he could wear a dress the following day. The power was intoxicating for Charlie who loved transforming her brother into this malleable doll.

Alex, for his part, found it hard to admit that there was a part of him that liked this new dynamic. It was humiliating but in a way it felt right and freed him from the troubles of the world. He had always felt small and inadequate and like the world was a scary place. Now Charlie would protect him so long as he obeyed her. Yes, he had to live under her thumb but in a way he felt that it was right for her to control and rule him. He felt safe and secure, knowing that she was in charge.

Charlie was recalling this scene from the previous day when the phone at the house rang.

“Get that, Alice.”

“Yes, Charlie.” She trotted over in her 1” heels and answered the phone.

Charlie could tell from Alice’s expression that something was wrong and she looked at him carefully.
Alice said, “Yes… oh… oh no… oh… yes…. Ok… thank you…”

She turned to Charlie and looked at her silently as she hung up the phone.

Charlie asked, “What’s wrong?”

Alice stared at her for a second before saying, “It’s Mom. She passed away. A car crash.”

Charlie couldn’t believe it. Their Mom had been on a business trip and now she had passed away? How could this be?

Alice was in tears and rushed over to Charlie to hug her. Charlie pulled Alice into her and surrounded her with her arms, Alice pressed her face into Charlie’s body and was crying violently. Charlie felt sad and shocked too but did not react in the same way as Alice. She realized that she would need to take charge and be the calm one in this situation.

She hugged her brother and stroked his head as he cried and finally said, “It’s OK, Alice. It’s OK.” She guided him to sit down at the table and got him a glass of water. He was bereft at the news.

Eventually Alice calmed down and communicated to Charlie the news that she had received over the phone. Their mother had been on her way to meeting when they were hit by another driver. She had died instantly. The police would visit them soon but in the meantime, they would need to prepare for the funeral.

The news was devastating to the two siblings and they supported one another as they coped with the grief and came to the realization of their situation. The days passed in a strange blur of long, drawn out time. They loved their mom and were very upset to lose her but, after the initial period of shock, they realied they had to make plans. Extended family members visited and Charlie agreed that Alex could return to his boy identity while they were in mourning.

Mom’s older sister spoke to them both and told them how she would always be there for the kids if they needed anything but also said, “Alex, now you’re in charge of the house. You need to watch out for Charlie and take care of her.” A few of the family members commented on Charlie’s size, particularly as she was taller, and definitely stronger, than most of the men in the family, but otherwise just tried to support the kids.

In the quiet weeks that followed, they both found solace in their roles. Alex took charge of the household responsibilities, ensuring everything ran smoothly, while Charlie focused on her schoolwork. Their bond grew stronger as they leaned on each other for support. They talked often about their mother and the memories they had with her. These conversations were a bittersweet mix of laughter and tears, but they helped them both cope with their pain.

When the funeral was over and the extended family was gone, it was decided that Alex, being of age, would take care of Charlie and that they would continue to live together until Charlie was ready for college. Alex and Charlie agreed that this was the best path forward.

A few weeks later, Alex and Charlie sat in the kitchen together. They had sorted out their mother’s affairs and the funeral was complete. They were both sad and continued to grieve the loss of their mother. Charlie looked at Alex and said, “Alex, now that everything is wrapping up, I think it’s time for you to return to being Alice. Boy time is over.”

Alex looked at her, “Well, I thought… you know, I thought with my taking care of you, maybe I would stay as a boy.”

Charlie smiled, “Oh, Alice. That’s so sweet, but let’s be serious. There’s only one adult in this family now, only one man of this household.” She put a firm hand on Alex’s hand, “And it isn’t you.”

“I’m still sad about Mom, I always will be. But sweetie, we need to be clear about one thing. I’ll be taking care of you. We can’t go back to the way things were and it’s clear to me that during this difficult time, I’ll need to ensure you’re taken care of.”

She continued, “I saw just how weak you are when Mom passed away. I was the one who had to comfort you, who had to plan, who had to be the adult in the situation. You were like… like a sad child who needed to be taken care of.”

Alex was a flood of confusion – his younger sister was telling him that she would be taking charge and that he needed to listen to be instructions.

She continued, “This is my home now and while you’re living under my roof, you’ll obey my rules. That means back into your dresses, your panties, and your bras.”

Alex looked at Charlie, sitting at the head of the table. Any sense of play about their dynamic was totally transformed by their new family arrangement. Before it had seemed like a fun game but Alex always thought it would end. Now it was just the two of them, and Charlie was clearly in charge. In a way, it felt disturbing because there was no stopping Charlie now; in another way, he felt good about it. He felt safe and secure, knowing that she was going to take care of it.

“Yes, Charlie,” he whispered. “Should I go and change now?”

“Yes, bunny.” She said and he leapt to his feet and headed to his bedroom.

He returned back downstairs a few minutes later in a plaid short skirt and crème blouse, looking ever the part of a young, feminine girl. The combination of the skirt riding up his white thighs and the silk white panties beneath was somewhat arousing to him. He felt good in his submission and in his girly clothes, like he was returning to his true self.

Charlie looked at him approvingly, “There you are Alice. Can you curtsey for me sweetie?”

Alice smiled, happy to have pleased Charlie. He curtseyed in the way he had learned.

“Actually, Charlie,” he said quietly and timidly, “there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Yes, sweetie?”

Charlie stood next to his amazonian sister, feeling like a servant appealing to her mistress. He was wearing his 1” feels and that contributed to a general feeling of weakness, tottering unevenly before her. As she surveyed his slight body with her eyes, he felt his confidence crumbling, particularly as the experience of being ensconced in his feminine attire brought out his submissive urges and tendencies. His eyes traced the veins in her muscles and he could feel his heart pounding. He was scared, scared of his own little sister.

“Well, I…”

“Yes? Come on. Ask like a big girl.”

“I was wondering if I would be allowed to go to the prom.”

Charlie pondered for a second, “Oh, I forgot about that. You want to go, do you?”

“Yes, please, Charlie. I would be so grateful.”

Charlie took in her brother in all his weakness and submissive glory. His plump thighs, short skirt, diminutive stature, and the cleavage produced by his bra made him look like a young preteen girl. She had a vision of forcing him to go to the prom in that attire or something even more humiliating. To think that this man had once had her respect, even her admiration, and now he was reduced to a simpering girl.

“And who did you want to ask, sweetie.”

“I—I’m not sure, Charlie. I knew I should ask you first.”

There was something totally arousing about his self-abjection before her. Her desire to please and the ease with which he submitted to her rule. How far could she push him? Now that this was her house and it was just the two of them, there were no limits to her dominance.

She decided to push him: “Yes, that’s right, Alice. Well if you want to ask, why don’t you hop on my knee and ask me like a good little girl?”

She could see that he was considering his options and soon realized that he had none. He climbed onto her powerful thighs, like a weak, diminutive child, looked up into her eyes and asked, “Please, Charlie, may I go to the prom?”

She responded immediately. “Ask in a more girlish voice.”

He raised the pitch of his voice to that of a sultry teenage girl, “Please, Charlie, may I go to the prom?”

She surveyed him again. “Call me by my other name.”

He looked confused for a second and then realized what she meant. He gulped.

He said in his soft, girlish whisper, “Please, Daddy, may I go to the prom?”

She smiled. He bent so easily. A grown man, sitting on her knee like her plaything. The power was so intoxicating she could feel her nipples harden in her bra and her clit tingle. Her breath went heavy. She wanted more of this.

She looked at him for a few seconds and said, “I don’t know. I’m worried you’ll go back to your boy ways, undoing all my hard work.” He attempted to speak but she raised her hand to silence him.

“Let’s see how good a girl you can be. If you can show me that you’re a really good girl and that you accept my authority completely, then maybe I’ll let you go.”

“Thank you, Charlie!!” he said and attempted to get up but she held him in place.

“Stay” she said and rolled the sleeves of her sweater up, revealing her thick arms. She the flexed her biceps and showed the thick muscle beneath.

“Give my muscles a nice girlish kiss and say thank you for protecting you.”

His face was burning with humiliation but he did as he was told, pressing his soft girlish lips against her bulging biceps. “Thank you, Charlie” he whispered each time.

“Good girl. Now go up to your room and get to bed,” she said as she stood up, sliding him off her lap.

“But, Charlie. It’s only 9pm.”

“Well, you can read, but I want you in your room. Now, scoot.” She said and slapped his ass firmly so that he found himself running across the kitchen and hurrying up the stairs.

She sat in the house on her own and contemplated her new life. She and her brother were the only family members remaining and she had completely mastered him, turned him into an obedient little girl. She realized that what had started off as a game could now become far more real, it could be her life. As she contemplated these new circumstances she went down into the basement and began lifting weights. Her muscles were truly spectacular and she had grown, and was still growing, into a large dominant woman. She was intimidating grown men and women and smaller, weaker people like her brother like her brother didn’t stand a chance. Standing in her presence she could see that she didn’t even need to physically dominate him anymore: something about her power, her presence, her being, commanded him deep inside his psyche. She bent his will easily and she could see that he was starting to like it, to find safety and satisfaction in his submission to her.

With these thoughts on her mind she climbed the stairs up to his room and opened the door to his room. He was lying in bed, obediently, reading by lamp light. He looked up at her.

“Alice, I’d like you to do something.”

“Yes, Charlie?”

“Text your friends and tell them to come over tomorrow for D&D. Tell them to be here at 7pm.”

“OK, Charlie. But what if they’re not available.”

“Tell them attendance is not optional.”

He paused for a second before replying, “Yes, Charlie.”

The next day all of the boys assembled at Alex and Charlie’s home as instructed and were all wearing their pendants. Charlie greeted them all at the door wearing black pants and a white dress shirt – a combination that made her look almost mannish.. She was wearing her black riding boots again and she towered over the boys, looking like the only adult among a group of weak young men. As she greeted each one she kissed them on the forehead.

They all gathered in the basement where the table was set with snacks, drinks, and the D&D set. Charlie sat at the head of the table, looked around at them with a mischievous smile, “So, tonight’s campaign is going to be a little different. Alice reminded me that prom is coming up and I thought we could use tonight as a fun way to have our own little prom. You’re all going to be prom-going girls, and I’ll be your Dungeon Master guiding you through a magical night of danger and intrigue. Are you all up for it?”

The boys looked at each other nervously, but they knew better than to argue with Charlie. “And in order to get ready for tonight’s prom, you’re going to need these” and she walked around the table, placing a dress in front of each of the boys. “Take these dresses and change into them. Strip off the old boy clothes you came in and become your new, girlish selves.”

Mike looked vexingly at the light blue dress lain in front of him and began to protest but Charlie simply walked behind his desk and placed her powerful hands on his shoulders. He could feel the strength in her fingers and knew that there was no resisting her will.

“Any complaints, Mike?”

He stammered, “I just… I don’t want…”

“Michelle, be a good girl and get changed. Show the other girls how sweet you can be.”

He felt her powerful arms pressing into him and whispered, “OK.”

As he began to walk to the washroom, Charlie stopped him with her strong arm.

“Here, Michelle.”

“You want me to change here?”

She stared down at him imperiously. “I don’t want you to. I’m telling you to. Do it NOW.”

He jumped at her final instruction. He looked over at his friends who were staring down at their own dresses. He had no choice.

Mike slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt, pulled off his socks and pulled the blue dress over his head. Looking at Charlie standing before him, he felt like a small girl next to her. Her thick arms filled the white dress shirt and he could see the firmness of her thighs in the tight black pants. His arms were wiry and weak in contrast. She was an image of power and domination and she had made him into a lesson for him and all his friends. As the dress came down over his body, he felt like he had finally surrendered to her will.

“Good girl, Michelle.”

He began to walk away but she grabbed him and pulled him in close to her with her powerful arm. He was immediately turned on by the feeling of being ensconced in her muscle, the combined weight of her breast against his head and her firm, strong torso against his pliant weak body.

“The rest of you girls, get changed, now.”

She then turned to Mike and pulled him towards her. “Since you did such a good job getting into your prom dress, you get the first dance.”

She pulled his body into hers and wrapped her arms around his back.

She looked down at him, “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

He did so and they began to dance while the other boys took their clothes off, trying, and failing, not to watch the scene before them.

Charlie pulled Mike into her and placed her hands on his ass. She began to fondle his soft bottom and he felt positively squeezed between her powerful arms and her strong torso. Suddenly, she placed a hand under his ass and scooped him up, pulling him into her while holding him in the air. With his hands still wrapped around her neck, he felt absolutely enslaved, controlled, and full of desire.

“Wrap your legs around my waist” she whispered and he did as instructed. By now, his erection was sticking out from under the dress and brushing against her chiseled abs. Charlie leaned down and kissed him forcefully with her tongue and he let out a soft noise of submission. After a few seconds, she let Mike down and gave him a solid slap on the ass.

“Good girl, Michelle. Do you all see what happens when you’re good girls?”

The room was silent.

Charlie spoke louder, “When I ask my girls a question, I expect you to say, Yes, Charlie.”

They replied, quietly, “Yes, Charlie.”

“Good. Now let’s begin.”

The game began, and Charlie expertly painted a picture of the enchanted ballroom with her vivid descriptions. Each boy’s character was introduced, all of them in beautiful, frilly dresses, their makeup perfect, their hair styled just so. Alex watched as his friends tried to wrap their heads around the scenario, their voices rising in pitch as they played along.

As the night went on, the tension grew. They faced challenges and battles, but Charlie had designed it so that they would have to rely on their feminine wits to survive. As the encounters continued she walked around the table applying bits of makeup and lipstick to each boy’s face. She would then force them, one by one, to stand near her and dance with her, her strong arms guiding their feminine forms across the makeshift dance floor. After the first example, they all understood what was required and they wrapped their weak arms around her powerful neck. The sight was surreal and erotic and by the end of the evening they were all leaning into a feminine identity they didn’t know they had.

And as the clock struck midnight, and the game came to an end, and Charlie told them it was time for them all to go home. “You’re all my girls, now” she said as she watched hem proceed out of the door. They were all relatively quiet as they left the house, awash in a sea of desire and humiliation at what had just occurred. How would they speak to one another again and what would their lives be like now that this all had occurred? As the last of his friends filed out the door, Charlie turned to Alice, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She looked down at him and smiled. “Alice, did you enjoy your prom?”

She towered over him in her black boots, and his eyes moved from her breast up to her powerful jaw and to her eyes. She was an image of female power and strength, dressed in masculine clothes that highlighted her muscles. His heart skipped a beat and he swooned a little inside as he looked up at the dominant figure that stood before him. No longer his sister, more of a gender bending, alpha figure who exceeded masculine and feminine and just exuded confidence and power. He wanted to submit to everything Charlie commanded.

“Yes, Charlie, thank you” he whispered in a soft feminine voice.

In his only act of aggression or agency over the past few weeks, he walked up to her, his eye level with her medium sized breasts. He could feel the heat emanating from her powerful, muscular body as well as the unmistakable energy of their shared arousal. He looked up at her and wrapped his own weak arms around her neck and pulled himself to her. He felt her exhale, the firm muscular arms pulling him into her. “You enjoyed being my girl tonight, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, yes. Charlie. I’m your little girl.”

She leaned down and kissed him, forcefully on the lips, and he felt her tongue invade his mouth. He pulled himself into her and, in with no warning, she picked him up in her arms and cradled his slight, feminine frame against her body. He felt like a virginal bride being carried upstairs by a soon-to-be ravisher. He placed one of his soft, small hands on the muscles in her arms, feeling their girth and strength. He looked at the thick thighs pressing against the tight black pants and the commanding black boots stomping up the stairs. He was where he belonged, in Charlie’s powerful arms.

She brought him to her bedroom and gently laid him on the bed, her large hands smoothing over his soft, curvy hips. He looked up at her, his heart racing, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. She towered over him, her muscular frame casting a shadow across the room, and he felt so small, so vulnerable.

“I know you’ve wanted this, Alice. I want it to. And now it’s time. To become my girl,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm, and he felt himself melt into her embrace. He lay prostrate on the bed and she pulled the white shirt off her body. Her breasts were not huge but looked impressive and perky against her rock hard abs and rounded shoulders. She already looked like the amazonian fantasy women in his novels -- to think that she was still growing, still a young woman, yet as he looked up at her he knew she was already stronger, more powerful, more confident, than he would ever be. She looked down at him with a knowing, lustful look. He watched her thick, taut arms reach down towards him and she pulled his sundress over his head.

Alice was ensconced in the silky material of the dress – he couldn’t see anything -- but could only feel as Charlie manipulated his small body from above.  His inhaled sharply as she slid his underwear aside, revealing his hardening cock. He felt strong hands sliding him along the bed, moving him at will: he was her passive doll and she was doing with him whatever she chose. Her strong hands began to explore his body, tracing the curves of his hips and thighs, her fingers fondling his nipples within his bra. With the dress over his head he tried to say, “Wait, Charlie” but a strong finger pushed the dress into his mouth and another hand pulled his arms over his head and pinned them to the bed. Gagged and with his eyes covered by soft, feminine material, he felt her climb atop him and he inhaled sharply when he felt her mount his hard cock – her strong thighs crushing him down into the bed.

Charlie stared down at him for a moment, his yielding, pale feminine body, his small boy tits in a pink bra, his girlish figure with small hips and a medium-sized cock, his face covered in the dress she had forced him to wear. Yes. This was everything she wanted. The final conquering of this boy, transforming him into a weak, supplicant, squirming at her every touch. She was going to devour him with her strength. She stared at her own thighs, thick and tanned, easily as wide as his torso and she thought of the idea of a man: of power, of dominance, of aggression. She had taken that from him, taken it as her own, and forced him to bend to her in every way. These thoughts flooded her mind as she took him inside her tight pussy and began to ride on his cock.

He had never felt so desired, so owned, so weak as Charlie pounded him into the mattress, muscular arms keeping him pinned to the bed. She leaned into him and he felt positively pinned to the mattress, almost unable to move. Her strength and size was immense and he was immobilized by her, in thrall to her power. She licked his nipple as she fucked him and he squirmed and squealed with delight and desire.

“You see, Alice. You belong to me,” She said as she thrusted powerfully against his cock. “I’m so much stronger, so dominant. I’ve made you my little sister, my little delicate, weakling. Now you’re my little bride. My muscles are so much more powerful than you. I’m so much more of a man than you’ll ever me. Scream for me, my little slut.”

He did as commanded, screaming with desire and lust while she rode his cock. He was so turned on, and he knew he was going to cum soon.

Sensing that he was close, she slowed her thrusts. He tried to fuck her back but could not move under her strength.

“Beg me to fuck you, Alice.” She whispered, her voice low and seductive.

“Please… Charlie… fuck me” he said from under the dress

“Beg me… really beg me.”

“Please… Charlie… make me your bride. Please fuck me like the good slut I am.”

“Good girl,” she said and began to pound him into the mattress as she fingered herself.

Her fingers slipped inside him, and Alex threw his head back with a moan. She started to pump them in and out, her thumb circling his clit with perfect precision. His hips bucked against her, and he could feel his orgasm building.

“Cum for me, my girl,” Charlie commanded, her hand working faster as she watched Alice's face contort with pleasure. He could feel his body responding to her, and with a final, desperate whimper, Alice climaxed, his body spasming with the intensity of his release. Charlie watched with satisfaction as his cum spurted out.

Their eyes locked, and Alice felt a strange mix of humiliation and euphoria as he whispered, "Thank you, Charlie." It was a term he had never used before, but somehow, it felt right. He had been reduced to her girl, her toy, and she was his master, his everything.

“You’re mine now, Alice. Forever and always. My sweet little girl.”