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Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt. 01

Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt 01

(Cross-dressing, DS, lesbian, fetish, reluctant) The Winners

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the 'Island Paradise, The Beginning' for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

My version of 'lottery winner' tales... Much of this takes place away from Paradise Isle, but we'll get there...

Jason was tired. It had been a long week, and month, and quarter. Work had kept him so busy he hadn't had time to do anything else. The company was growing, and as a manager in the acquisitions department, his team was at the forefront of that effort. Project after project. But it looked like the C-suite had at last decided to slow things down for the next quarter, or two. Thank God.Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt. 01 фото

Now, he'd be able to actually enjoy living in the Bay area, and perhaps he'd be able to get back out and find someone. He wasn't just exhausted - he was lonely too.

Hell, he didn't even have any family to look to for companionship or support. An only child, and with parents dead, the only sort-of relative he had was a step-sister, the daughter of his father's second wife - she wasn't even a blood relative.

She lived down South somewhere around San Diego, and worked for some fashion publication, but he hadn't seen her since the funeral of their parents a couple sad years ago.

For several years they had shared their parents' home during the last years of high school and then college. There and then, they had been close, real close, but that had ended when they went their separate ways after graduation. Oh well...

Anxious to get away, that Friday he decided to take off early, for the first time in forever, and stop by a bar for drinks and a burger before going home to crash. He absolutely needed both alcohol and sleep.

At least he had tickets to tomorrow's Sharks game, that should be fun, get him out of his condo, and out amongst some normal people. If San Jose hockey fans could be considered 'normal'.

He woke up, mid-morning, still a little hung over from his Friday-night binge, but feeling pretty good, nonetheless. He went for a run to purge his body, and then, after a meal, he did some grocery shopping and laundry before heading out early to the stadium.

He ate dinner in the stands and watched the Sharks lose to the Wings. Bummer, but expected.

Again, he slept in on Sunday, and was just finishing breakfast, still dopey from the long night of ice hockey and the two straight nights of drinking, when his phone rang.

He checked the caller ID before answering. "Hi sis, how are you doing? I was just thinking about you the other day."

"Hi bro," she replied with a giggle. As she too had been an only child, during those times when they had been together, they had jokingly begun calling each other sister and brother. Legally. After their parents' wedding, they were.

"I'm fine down here in Daygo. Actually, I'm more than fine. That's why I'm calling."

"Oh?"

"Yes, but first you have to promise me not talk to anyone about what I'm about to tell you."

"Okayyyy," he said, unsure about what might come next.

"You swear on our parents' grave?"

"What?"

"Swear to me Jason." She said, sounding very serious.

"Okay, I swear on our dearly-departed parents' grave to keep your secret sacred."

"Good, thanks. So, here's why I'm so very good. Have you been following the SuperLotto drawing, you know the one that was almost-a-billion dollars?"

He sighed, waiting for the big secret reveal. "Yes, I bought a few tickets."

"Well, bro, I won it. After taxes, something like four-hundred and thirty-seven million dollars.

"You're kidding," was all he could think to say.

"Nope. I'm not shitting you. I won it all, I'm the richest chick in San Diego County!"

"Holy shit!" - another intelligent response...

"Well congratulations, Aubrey, that's fantastic. What are you going to do with all that wealth?"

"That's why I'm calling you, bro. I don't have any other relative, and I need a man I can trust to help me with everything."

That was a surprise, too.

"No one? But you're pretty and smart and fun and have a lot of friends. There's no one?" As he was saying it, he was wondering why he was trying to avoid helping her. Idiot!

"Jason, I'm also gay and not a business person like you, and I need a wingman to back me up. You're the only guy I can trust. Please?"

She paused for a moment, and he thought he could hear a touch of desperation in her voice. It made him really regret his earlier words.

Before he could say anything, she continued. "I was talking to my accountant yesterday."

"You have an accountant? That's good, it would have been my first move." He said, interrupting her.

"Yes, I got that right. And a lawyer too. But they asked me if I had any relatives, I'd like to allocate money to, and you are the only one I have."

Was she going to share with him? He wondered.

Then, more firmly she continued. "Can you come down here for a couple weeks or even a month, and help me? I already told Morgan, to allocate two-million to you."

"Two million?" he croaked.

She laughed. "Yes, that's less than one percent. I can afford it."

For a moment he was lost in dreams of millions of dollars, but then he laughed himself. "I think I can help you for that paltry sum."

She joined in, laughing. "I'd really appreciate it. I know you have a better brain for money management than I do. And having a man around will stop the assholes from either hitting on me or trying to take advantage of me."

"Aubrie, you're not some weak little girl. And I'm no muscle-bound bodyguard." he scolded. He knew her to be intelligent, fun and independent.

"I know, I know. I didn't mean to sound like that. But this is just so overwhelming. Mind-boggling. I need a man I can rely on. You were always there for me when we were younger."

He thought for only a moment more.

"I'll be there for you.

"I'll set it up with my boss. Actually, it's a pretty good time for me, so he shouldn't give me a lot of grief."

"Great. Thanks. But no telling - remember?"

He sighed. "Yes, I promised."

"I really appreciate it. The attorney told me it's best to keep it quiet as long as I can.

"There's just so much I have to deal with." And again, she sounded overwhelmed and even a little depressed.

"I can imagine. I'll help. I'll call you when I have dates and times."

"Excellent. Hurry. Love you," she said as she hung up.

++++++++++

Jason sat there stunned for a while. Then mumbled to no one. "Holy shit! Two million dollars. I can sure put that to good use!"

And as he reviewed the conversation in his head he was also intrigued by her farewell. He really liked the sound of the 'love you'.

Since the day he had first met her, he had harbored a serious crush on her. They had spent a lot of time together, and even went on a couple dates. But they were too busy with school, and it always felt a little weird. With their parents always around they could never get serious; and of course there was that gay thing. She had decided during those days that she preferred girls. And oddly enough, he'd found that aspect of her love life both fascinating and arousing...

Back then she was one of the pretty socialites - always in demand, always busy.

Although he ran cross-country, and had played a lot of soccer in high school and some in college, he was too small for the upper echelons. And he wasn't one of the cool boys.

He was only 5'7" - shorter than most of the guys. And he was skinny. Even she was taller than him, at 5'9".

He still remembered those days fondly. He had really wanted to get closer to her. After all, they were living in the same house, and there was no common blood between them. They did like their parents, and their relationship was nice to see.

They had lived under the same roof for those teen-age years, when experimentation was the norm.

Actually, they had experimented, once, and enjoyed it. Him more than her, apparently. She did go lesbian...

But when they'd graduated, their careers had split them up, and she'd moved away.

Since then, he'd fantasized about her often. She remained the girl of his dreams. For several reasons...

+++++++++

On the flight down he had spent his time day-dreaming. Playing the game everyone plays, the 'what would I do with the money if I won the lottery' game.

Over the years, he had occasionally thrown away a few bucks on the occasional ticket, and then spend a few fun hours imagining how he'd spend the winnings. The game was worth the price of admission. He could buy a big house, a fast car, or two, and move to Maui or Amsterdam or Prague. Find a mate. Live happily ever after.

Now, though, he wondered what Aubrey's list would be like.

Outside the arrivals terminal he called, and ten minutes later a shiny BMW X5 pulled up with Aubrey waving happily. She looked as good as ever.

He threw his bags in the back and climbed into the back seat - there was another girl sitting in the front next to his stepsister.

"God! It's so great to see you!" Aubrey said as she tried to fight her way out through the traffic. "Jason, this is Denver, my girlfriend." She said, then giggled. "My lover."

"Oh, hi." He said as the girl turned in her seat to face him. She was pretty and smiling pleasantly.

"Hi Jason. Good to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

He was attracted to her from the very start. But he knew she was gay, and sleeping with his sister, so he forced himself to push those feelings aside. He was encouraged, though. At least Aubrey and Denver made a beautiful couple. What was the term? 'Lipstick lesbians?'

For a moment he pictured them being bi, and forming a threesome. His cock got hard, but he hurriedly pushed that fantasy aside.

"I hope she hasn't told you everything about me," he replied laughing.

Aubrey laughed. "She knows everything!"

"Oh, oh," he moaned, but he laughed, too.

Once clear of the airport, Aubrey started the conversation up again. "Denver and I have been working through all the planning and paperwork, together. Doing the best we can. But, like me, she's no business wiz, so that's why I called you. I have the attorney and the accountant, but the three of us will be THE Team.

"I think we'll be the perfect squad to deal with my troubles."

"Troubles?" he chuckled.

"Okay. Challenges.

"But sometimes it seems more troubling, than wonderful."

"She worries too much," Denver said. "But now we can handle them like the three musketeers."

"Her degree was in literature," Audrey explained. "I think we'll make a great threesome."

Her declaration stunned him for a moment, and again his cock stirred, the sexual connotation was exciting. He couldn't see either of their expressions from his position in the back seat, so he wasn't sure if he was picking up some vibe that was actually innocent. So, he just stayed quiet and watched the scenery.

Ashley drove them North out of the city, towards La Jolla and then to a nice neighborhood in the hills, where she pulled into the driveway of a large home. Two stories, three-car garage, pretty.

"We rented the place until we figure things out. It costs a fortune, but who cares? We have the money." Aubrey explained as she parked and hopped out.

She met him at the back of the car and jumped into his arms like an old lover. She even kissed him like a lover. He liked it a lot.

"I'm feeling so much better now that you're here to help," she said as she broke it off.

He was still recovering from the kiss, but he was able to stammer. "I'm happy to see you too, sis."

He turned to open the back hatch to retrieve his bags, but Denver intercepted him. She too pulled him into a hug and gave him a quick kiss. He enjoyed that too.

She was tall and shapely, like Aubrey. Very nice.

He did feel a little intimidated, though, she was even taller than Aubrey -probably 5'11". He hated being the short one...

She reached in to help him with his bags. "I'm happy to finally meet you. I think we'll have a lot of fun together."

That time Jason decided that there was indeed something sexual going on here. So, he smiled happily as he turned to pull out his luggage. He had packed for several weeks, and brought along both his work and personal laptops.

Inside their home, the two girls led him straight to a comfortably large guest bedroom, so he could drop off his stuff, and then they took him on a full tour of the place.

The pair shared the big master bedroom that was just down the hall from his room.

The rest of the house was spacious, well decorated, and included all the amenities, including a large patio, a spa and a swimming pool in back.

He thought that the place would qualify as a 'McMansion' even by California standards.

"Cozy little place you have here," he said as they settled into the great room, which just happened to look out onto some forested hills with a view of a tiny sliver of the Pacific Ocean.

Aubrey chuckled. "I know, right? It'll do until we make final decisions on where we want to live, and how much space we really need.

"It's not like we need room for a bunch of kids, or relatives either for that matter."

Denver chuckled. "Yes, I don't have any family either, so you're our only family."

They spent the next couple hours just catching up. Aubrey had a successful career going, but she didn't expect to keep at it.

She and Denver had been living together for better than a year, and they agreed that their relationship was strong and would remain long-lasting.

Denver was an only child also, and although her parents were still alive, they lived on the East coast, and didn't approve of her sexuality. She didn't want anything to do with them.

As he listened and watched the two girls, it seemed to him that Denver was the leader in their little life-partnership.

He was a bit surprised by that. Aubrey had always seemed like the strong one. He remembered living under her spell.

He did get the impression though, that Denver did defer to Aubrey when it came to plans for the lottery winnings. There's was a complicated love affair...

The two girls also pumped him for details of his life, his career, and his relationships. They were surprised that he didn't have a girlfriend.

"Not even a boyfriend?" Denver had chided him. He had laughed it off. "I'm strictly into girls."

"That's good," she replied.

They broke off their discussions when it was time for dinner.

Aubrey and Denver worked as a perfect team to assemble a very nice, celebratory meal. They allowed him to help a little, but for the most part he just sat and watched, and admired. They made a very attractive pair.

Over dinner they started working to bring him up to speed on all the plans and arrangements they'd been working on, but after a while he shut them down.

"Girls, I feel like I'm drinking from a fire hose. Data overload. Can we stop now, and resume in the morning. I already have enough of a feel for things to keep me up half the night analyzing the things you've told me.

"After a good night's sleep, I'm sure I'll have a ton of questions."

The pair laughed. "I understand. We'll slow things down. You do deserve a chance to settle in, and time to digest it all," Audrey said as she reached over to lay a hand on his.

After he received a friendly hug and a light kiss from both girls, he went to his guest suite, cleaned up and collapsed into the soft bed.

It had been an unbelievable day, and an intriguing one. Aubrie looked as good as ever, perhaps better. And Denver, tall and leggy, was certainly fashion model material.

+++++++++

He woke up early, rested and energized; took a quick shower in the en suite, and threw on some casual clothes, before heading down to find some food.

He met up with the pair in the kitchen, having caught a whiff of bacon. He'd woken up hungry.

After breakfast, they all gathered in the home's office to really get down to business. He couldn't help feeling both curious and excited.

The two girls filled him in on everything they'd done and were doing, to deal with the challenges of Aubrey's sudden wealth, and they answered most of his questions as he posed them. With some though, they were clearly clueless.

Several aspects concerned him, but nothing seemed terribly wrong, and that was good. They were all relieved.

Aubrey and Denver had, of course, already quit their jobs, just days after they hit the jackpot, and had been struggling with the complexities of money management on the grand scale. Aubrey was hugely relieved to have Jason, and Morgan and the newly hired team take over most of that burden.

That afternoon the three of them drove back into town to meet with Morgan, the accountant.

She was considerably older, very professional, and also gay. To him she seemed a little dykey, and he also detected that she was a bit wary, of him.

He understood. She was just being protective - a good thing. He was, after all a half-brother and a potential gold-digger.

Morgan confirmed his suspicions. "I aim to be very protective of her, and her new-found wealth." She said, eyeing him sternly and distrustfully.

"I understand, I feel the same way." He replied. "I am her brother, you know."

Aubrey reassured her. "Morgan, you can relax. I trust him and love him, too.

"Just like I feel with my Denver," she added.

Morgan nodded, and loosened up, a little.

Jason, actually harbored his own concerns about her. Wondering if she was more interested in protecting Aubrey or her own expected share of the millions.

The four of them spent three hours, together that day, discussing new and old business, and making certain he understood and agreed with their decisions and plans. He did make several contributions that impressed the accountant and pleased Aubrey.

Working together they had reviewed and selected an investment firm, and a couple of banks and made plans for splitting the majority of Aubrey's money amongst them. They also agreed to begin examining options for further diversifying the investments into areas outside the stock market.

Aubrey, with Morgan's agreement, also insisted they gift a couple million to worthy charities and medical research.

Finished, mentally exhausted, and hungry, they said their farewells. Kisses between Morgan and the girls, and a hand-shake with Jason, the three of them left to visit a restaurant for food and drink.

They shared a pleasant meal, their conversations focused on each other. Aubrey and Jason were still catching up, and Jason and Denver wanted to learn more about each other. The discussions also got them away from talking about boring topics like money and the management thereof.

Jason was impressed by Denver. She was just as intelligent, outgoing, confident and fun as Aubrey. And she was just as pretty as his step sister. He thought they made a perfect pair.

After dinner the three of them went home and settled into the big family room to watch its huge television. He had a difficult time getting into the shows and movies his hosts enjoyed. But when he complained, they worked hard to convince him that it was all nice, sexy material and spent a lot of time and energy explaining the storylines and the beauty of it all.

 

He did enjoy their attention.

That night he slept better, but couldn't help dreaming of Aubrey sleeping with her lover in the rom down the hall.

And he also spent some time imagining a naked Denver...

In the morning, he went for a run, to clear his head. That exercise always helped him focus and forget. Focus on the challenges of the future and forget the trials of the past. And he felt he needed that relief...

The area around Aubrey's house was typically California pleasant, but hillier than he was used to. He returned feeling good and tired.

++++++++++++

For the rest of the week, their routine remained pretty much the same. Planning and money management meetings, calls and paperwork during the day, all under his supervision, and relaxing and entertaining evenings at home.

The more time they spent together the more comfortable they became with each other. Aubrey and Denver were very much in love, and he hated to admit it but he was jealous of that relationship. Both of them treated him well, as best friends, with an underlying feeling of family and affection. And they clearly valued his expertise and advice. They also laughingly proclaimed that they enjoyed having a man around the house.

He couldn't deny that both of them drove him crazy with lust, but that wasn't something he could complain about.

His daily runs kept him in shape and burned off his frustrations. He needed that.

Each night though, he had trouble, watching his two girlfriends disappear into their bedroom. His imagination went wild picturing the two beauties, making love in their big bed, while he laid lonely in his.

+++++++++++

When Friday evening arrived, they were all relieved that their work-week was over and they could take a break from the planning and decision making.

With a party atmosphere, they gobbled down a delivered pizza and consumed much more alcohol than usual. They laughed and played in the family room as some silly movie droned on the big TV, pretty well ignored in the background.

By midnight, they were all feeling pleasantly drunk, and ready to call it a night.

Their goodnight kisses were a bit more passionate than usual, but once again Jason watched his girlfriends disappear, staggering a little, down the hall to the master bedroom.

A few minutes later, sighing disappointedly, he headed for his own bed.

There, he discovered that he was too wound-up for sleep, so he turned off the lights, turned on the television and got comfortable.

He was lying in bed, only half-awake, watching the late-night news, when there was a quick tap on his door, and then it opened to reveal Denver standing there, naked. And in the dim light, she looked magnificent.

"Hi," she said, brightly, as she stepped into his room, closing the door behind her.

"Um, hello," he mumbled, feeling dumbstruck, but certainly interested.

She giggled as she stepped over to his bedside.

"I prefer loving girls, but I do still like the occasional cock. I like you a lot, and you do have a functional penis, right?"

"Yes," he replied weakly, not used to being seduced by girlfriends. At least not like this.

She giggled again, and crawled onto the mattress next to him. He made room, like a gentleman should.

"But Aubrey." He finally muttered.

"She knows. We even used to share a guy, once in a while. It was really fun, and rewarding," she said with a laugh.

She ran a hand down his bare chest - he slept in only boxers.

At the touch, he shivered, and she smiled, alluringly.

But then she got serious, and a small frown appeared. "Until she was raped by that ass-hole."

"What? She was raped?" he growled, shocked.

"You didn't know? For a while she went bi, as in fifty-fifty, girls and boys. But leaving a club, late one night with a guy she'd just met and liked, he went all ape-shit and dragged her into the bushes."

"Damn!" he muttered upset and angry.

"Much of it was caught on security cameras, so the bastard is now doing time, hopefully as the bitch of Bubba or Juan, or some such.

"But it happened just after the funeral of her mother, your step-mother, so it hit her really hard. She was a mess for quite a while. We did finally get over it - mostly.

"She totally avoids cocks now. No matter who they're attached to."

"Shit!" he said, not sure if he was so very upset because of the rape, or because it meant that Aubrey wouldn't consider hooking up with him.

He was also frustrated that during those days when she'd sampled men, he wasn't provided with the opportunity.

Denver shook her head sadly. "I really thought you knew. I didn't mean to upset you. But since I'm here, and interested in sex with you, can we put that ugliness aside and have some fun?"

He almost said, 'no', but just then she rolled onto him and kissed him, and at the same time she wrapped a hand around his cock. That changed his mind - or his libido changed it for him.

She remained the aggressor, for the next couple of hours as they worked their way through foreplay and then oral sex - she orgasmed and he almost did. Then they moved onto a good fucking where they both came, in unison.

He wasn't shocked or put out, when she climbed on top to ride him for the main event. She had, after all sought him out, and given him a great session.

Afterwards, they cuddled for quite a while like two happy lovers before she finally disengaged and climbed out of the bed.

Standing there, looking down at him she smiled wistfully.

"Enjoy?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"Again sometime?" she asked lovingly.

"Any time you'd like."

"Good."

She turned to the door, but he stopped her, asking, "Um, Aubrey?"

She turned back to face him. "You needn't worry about Aubrey. She loves me, and I love her. You know, she's not the jealous type. And she really isn't interested in men any more.

"She understands that we're just having fun.

"Good night lover."

And she turned and slipped out.

He laid there for several minutes, treasuring the images of what had just happened. Then he mumbled 'Damn!' to nobody, before climbing out of the bed to washup before returning and finally surrendering to sleep.

+++++++++++

In the morning, there was no mention of the night's fun. He certainly didn't say anything, and all he got from Denver was a wink and a sly smile.

Over breakfast they made plans for a fun, carefree weekend. They spent hours walking around the zoo, the better part of a day at the beach and ate well at a couple nice restaurants.

Jason relished being the one guy accompanied everywhere by two pretty girls wherever they went. And chuckled at the jealous stares he got from other horny guys.

And everywhere they went, and everywhere they settled, both Denver and Aubrey were very touchy-feely. They clung to him as if they were all lovers. Which more-or-less they were.

He was only a little disappointed that Denver didn't visit him again on either Saturday or Sunday nights. He cautioned himself to be patient, and wait for her. Hoping and praying that it would happen again soon.

+++++++++++

On Monday they had another long session with Morgan and Aubrey's Attorney, Theresa, another competent and older gay woman. They worked together on the paperwork that would establish a trust, a charity and a corporation, 'A&D Enterprises LLC', to host their business endeavors.

Aubrey complained that her signature was slowly deteriorating to just a scribble, comparable to a doctor's, as she was signing it so many times over the hours it all took.

But it was all necessary, and approved by Jason and the two professionals.

+++++++++++

After a couple of weeks away from his real job, with things going well with Aubrey's millions, Jason convinced his boss to allow him to stay in San Diego, and work remotely for a few weeks more. From that point on he spent half his time working for his employer, and the remainder working with Audrey's finances.

It seemed a viable solution. Aubrey didn't want him to leave and go back North. Denver wanted him to stay too. He didn't really want to leave either, but despite the money his sister had given him, he still felt the need to hold onto his career.

It worked, kind of. But it grew tiresome. When he wasn't huddled over his work laptop, he was involved with Aubrey and Morgan on the financials, and with more plans for diversifying Ashley's portfolio. Initially all her money had been placed in the stock market, but he and the accountant agreed that some of the millions should be split off and invested elsewhere.

They began researching property, and buying into growing businesses. And vetting those types of investments took time.

Denver also wanted his opinion on homes. Not just in San Diego, but in other attractive locals, like Maui and Amsterdam.

And, of course his limited leisure time was spent with the girls, who were fun and energetic, and insisted on his participation; going to restaurants, clubs and shows.

Those times were fun, but he soon closed in on mind-numbing exhaustion. He even slacked off on his regular runs, and that hurt him too.

Denver came to him once again, twelve days after her initial visit (he kept track), and they had another lovely time. She was really good in bed, and again he had no issue with her riding him. It was actually easier for him than the traditional missionary position. And as she seemed to enjoy it, he was happy to oblige her.

The next morning, Aubrey gave him his morning kiss on the cheek, and then followed it up with one on the lips, surprising him. "I'm glad you two are having a good time," she whispered as she backed away, smiling.

He had been told that she knew, but he still felt guilty. He wished he could be spending those sessions with her. Although Denver was a very acceptable alternative.

After that breakfast, the work day progressed as all the days before.

+++++++++++

He'd been there with Aubrey for a little over a month when his double work life came to a head.

Denver, anxious to find a permeant, local home for them, had found a place she thought perfect, but when, over breakfast she invited him to meet with Aubrey and the real-estate agent at the place, he had declined.

"Sorry, I have a ZOOM meeting with my boss and the staff."

"Can't you blow that off?" she had replied, frustrated.

"It is important, Jason. I'm getting tired of this place, and the house seems perfect," Aubrey added.

He shook his head. "Sorry, I can't," he replied, firmly. "I still have my job."

He was trying to make the point that both Aubrey and Denver had quit their jobs to dedicate full time to their new lives, while he still had his career.

Denver though, blew her top. "Why the hell are you still working like that? You have enough to do here, with us!

"How much do you make there, anyway?" she asked.

"They pay me a lot," he replied, defensively.

"How much?" she challenged.

Proudly, he answered. "$400K per year."

Denver nodded, but looked unimpressed. Then she looked meaningfully at Aubrey, expecting her to contribute.

Aubrey understood. "Jason, I'll put you on salary, as President of A&D Enterprises, or some such, at twice that.

"I need you to focus on us."

He was shocked, while Denver nodded happily.

"You already gave me two million," he sputtered.

"And you've already earned that," Aubrey replied.

"You can shut down that old part of your old life. Get away from the crazies up North. Sell your condo and just stay with us, in the new house. The one we'll be visiting this morning." Denver said, victoriously.

Audrey leaned over to rest her hand on his, squeezing gently and encouragingly. And that alone almost pushed him over the edge.

Denver, for her part, reached over and rested her hand on his thigh, and slowly slid it up to his crotch.

"Please," Aubrey asked him. "I need you, and I want you here."

"Me too." Denver added, with a giggle, and a gentle squeeze to his groin.

It was an offer he couldn't refuse, on many levels, so he nodded his agreement. "Okay let me make the calls."

"Yea," Denver laughed, victoriously.

+++++++++++

Jason spent the next couple weeks breaking away from San Jose, ending his employment, and closing down his home there.

He spoke with, his friends and colleagues, and his disappointed boss, explaining that he was moving away to continue helping his sister.

He made a short trip up there to back out of his job, pack his cloths and treasured personal things, and ship them down, immediately.

He even sold his car. A&D Enterprises leased a new one for him, back in San Diego.

Jerry, a real estate agent and friend agreed to oversee the final packing, cleaning and sale of his condo. The contents to be shipped down and deposited in a storage locker - Jason would sort through them later.

When he returned, after just a few days away, San Diego was his new and only home.

He returned to work exclusively for Audrie and Denver, and their companies. The girls were happy, and he was only a little homesick.

He was less tired, though.

++++++++++++

The more time the three of them spent together, the more comfortable they became with their little threesome.

Jason did settle in to be the low man on the totem pole. He had always considered Aubrey to be the leader, when they were younger and living under one roof. He slowly figured out that in the relationship she had built with her lover, it was Denver who was the strongest one.

Although Aubrie had all the money, and therefore owned the financial decisions, it was Denver who ran the roost - made the day-to-day life decisions for them all.

And he was fine with that. The two girls were intelligent, fun and beautiful. He had loved Aubrey for years, and he was learning to love Denver, too.

Certainly, it helped that he and Denver had their occasional trysts. She was a glorious lover, but Jason still longed to make love to Aubrey.

These days, their weekdays weren't bothered with work. The big money decisions had all been made. And Jason was able to show reports to the girls that showed how Aubrey's millions were now actually growing - making money for her, and them, despite their spending. They were actually seeing a positive cashflow, thanks to Morgan and the teams of investment managers they'd hired.

With extra time on their hands, the threesome snuck in a couple of long weekend mini-vacations to New York, and Vail, chartering an executive jet for the longer NY trip.

It was great fun and it brought them even closer together.

They were finalizing the purchase on the girl's dream house that Audrie and Denver intended as their primary residence. And they made it clear that they expected him to live there, with them, too.

That astounded him. He hadn't planned on staying with the two women forever, but the idea was without a doubt, intriguing.

He no longer had any concerns over his own long-term financial wellbeing. He'd been living with his girlfriends for free, and was banking his new salary, adding it to the two million Sister Aubrey had already awarded him for his help.

If he didn't stay, he was confident he could find his own dream home, somewhere.

But when he thought about leaving, he always returned to the question of why. Why should he ever leave? The women he loved were there with him, and they wanted him to remain.

++++++++++++

They'd just signed the deal to buy a beautiful home overlooking the beach, just up the coast. It had taken them months of searching, but they'd finally found the one Aubrey loved. Denver and Jason agreed that it was practically perfect in every way.

"Let's celebrate tomorrow night at the club. It's girls' night." Denver said, happily. "We missed the last one; haven't been there in a while. It'll be perfect."

"Great idea!" Aubrey replied enthusiastically. "You'll love the place, Jason. It's where Denver and I met. Every other month they have a party for just us."

"Us?" he asked.

"Gay women. Lesbians only."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Um, girls' night..." he said, his tone pointing out the issue.

"Good point." Aubrey said. laughing. They were so used to him being just one of their little clique, his gender didn't matter.

Denver looked from her to Jason, and then chuckled, devilishly. "I bet we can fix that."

"What?" Aubrey asked.

Still staring at him, she explained. "He's small enough, and attractive, and with a wig, makeup and the proper clothes, we can make a great femme threesome."

"Oh, wait a minute." He protested.

But Aubrey laughed excitedly - she was already enamored with the idea. "You're right, I'm sure we could pull it off. He'd look better than half the girls who show up at those events. And we could have an epic celebration."

She jumped up out of her chair and then knelt next to his.

He was just sitting, sputtering and shaking his head.

"Come on bro. Be a good sport and play along. It's not like there will be any men there to try and pick you up."

"Just a bunch of women, some of them pretty, like us." Denver added, giggling. "You can see how the other half lives."

"But what if I'm caught out?" he whined.

"Trust me. You won't be. We can pull this off." Denver promised.

"Please, sis." Aubrey said, giggling delightfully as she leaned in and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek."

"Sis?" he said for the lack of anything else to say.

"Well for that night you'll be my sister."

"That's settled then. Let's go get some dinner, and afterwards we can do some shopping for your little sister," Denver said delightedly. Then she stood up and pulled them both to their feet. "Come on, we have a lot to do."

With a girl on each arm, they dragged him out of the house and to their car. Aubrie and Denver were giggling like teen-aged girls. While he was still trying to figure out what was happening.

As they drove to the mall, he spent the time debating with himself. He was enamored with the two pretty girls who were fussing over him, and their attention always made his cock hard. What guy wouldn't feel that way?

These days, he always found it almost impossible to refuse either of them anything. And when the pair ganged up on him, he was, what was the old saying? 'Putty in their hands.'

But to go out in drag, in public? That was something he'd never expected to be doing.

Over dinner in a quiet little bistro, he tried to talk his way out of it. There were plenty of places they could go to celebrate that wouldn't require him to dress as a woman.

"I can't," he mumbled.

"Of course you can." Denver said, happily. She was clearly the one in charge for this project. Although, Aubrey was certainly enthusiastically in favor of the adventure and the makeover.

Reluctantly, after the meal, he accompanied them over to the shops. He did his best to impersonate a disinterested boyfriend as the two girls shopped for clothes.

As he refused to try anything on, it took Audrie and Denver a while to decide that he was a size ten. Based primarily on his waist measurement.

In one quiet place they borrowed a tape measure and snuck all together into the fitting room. He didn't go willingly, but to avoid making a scene, he did go.

Inside the tight space, they succeeded in verifying that ten was their best choice.

During the next hour they visited several women's stores, until while Aubrey took him outside. Denver bought two 'cute' dresses, without allowing him to see.

They followed the same approach for lingerie at Victoria's Secret, and at a shoe store that only sold sexy, high-heels.

Their final stop was in a wig shop, one that only sold 'the very best', and again he wasn't allowed to see what they had selected for him.

They then, at last, headed for home, with Denver commenting, "Between us we have enough make-up. But we may have to buy her some of her own."

 

Audrie laughed, he didn't.

He rode home muddled and frightened. What am I allowing myself to get roped into?

That night, Denver visited him again in his room. He didn't think he was in the mood until he saw her standing there at the foot of his bed.

Without an invitation, she climbed onto the mattress and they kissed and cuddled. He did relish these sessions. It was the best sex - actually the only sex he got these days. He never went out on his own; he didn't feel the need. He had two girlfriends, and he loved both of them.

At one point she broke it off and rolled onto her side. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, tomorrow. I used to dream of being a dresser for the stars. Preparing them for grand nights out. Initially I practiced on dolls, but I did dress some of my friends for prom.

"That was so much fun. I selected all their clothes, did their hair and makeup and made them look beautiful. I got pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. They were certainly happy.

"You will be too."

"I doubt that."

"Don't be that way," she scolded as she leaned in and bit his ear. He yelped, and she giggled. "You'll see. Now eat me you fool." And she pushed him down towards her already wet pussy.

That had become her favorite foreplay, after kissing and before fucking. She loved her first orgasm to be from his tongue.

He didn't mind at all, because in the end he got to cum inside her.

Afterwards, she felt happy and excited. He made a satisfying sex partner, and tomorrow she'd have more fun dressing him. "Good night sis, your tongue is a good as any girls, and I should know." she said, giggling delightedly as she left his room.

He was pleased that she enjoyed his love-making, but all this 'girl' stuff scared him.

++++++++++++

They worked a fairly normal day. Plans for their new home were at the forefront of their team effort. So much to do...

But in the back of his mind, Jason worried about that tonight's event.

The girls were clearly excited, about both the night out, and the fun they'd have preparing their darling roommate. They both loved him dearly, and didn't want to hurt him, but they most definitely looked forward to playing dress-up with him.

He was a nervous wreck when Denver declared it time to get ready for the party. It was only four O'clock, and the party didn't start until eight. Why the hurry?

He got even more upset when they dragged him into their suite, and then into their bathroom, where the counter was covered in lotions, potions and make-up, and a stool was now centered in the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked, apprehensively.

"You're far too hairy. We have to get rid of all that man fur." Aubrey explained.

"Strip!" Denver ordered.

He looked at them as if they were crazy. Somehow, he hadn't figured on this.

"Jason. Be a good boy and take off your clothes. All of them," Denver told him, as she reached up to grab his ear with the fingers of one hand, while she and Aubrey began unbuckling his jeans, and then removing his shoes so they could peel them off his legs.

Resignedly, he just stood there as they continued. Removing his shirt, socks and finally his boxer shorts, leaving him standing there naked, and blushing.

He was momentarily distracted when both girls then stripped down to their bras and panties. They were certainly a beautiful sight.

Denver suddenly gave his cock a slap, making him jump. "Down boy," she scolded. He had been so embarrassed, his dick had started out small, but seeing them it had started to swell of its own accord, until that moment when it shrunk back down from the sharp pain.

He did notice Aubrey glance at his prick and then frowning, turn away. He remembered her dislike for men's genitals, and the reason why, and that depressed him.

Giggling, the two girls shoved him into the shower stall, pulled on rubber gloves and then standing in the door began slathering his whole body with a flower-scented lotion.

Aubrey reassured him. "It's just a depilatory. Fine for sensitive skin. In a few minutes we'll rinse it off, and you'll be nice and smooth."

"Just be a good boy, and don't fight us on this. It's part of the process we've devised for your feminization," Denver said matter-of-factly.

"Feminization? I thought it was just a costume for one night."

"It is, silly. But if we're going to pull this off, we have to go all in." Aubrey assured him.

"We?" he muttered, unhappily.

"Yes, we. We all want to have a good time, a proper celebration. And we don't want to get caught. It will ruin everything if you get outed." Denver reproached him.

When he looked at Aubrey, she smiled sheepishly and shrugged. It was clear that Denver was in control. As was usually the case. Aubrey was just along for the ride, although she was most definitely enjoying herself.

After the lotion had burned away all of his body heir, including his pubes, they had carefully also applied it to his beard.

When he glanced down, his cock had shrunken down completely, and he looked like a little boy, tiny dick and hairless.

Thoroughly rinsed and luxuriously dried by two lovely maidens, they positioned him sitting on the stool.

"Okay, one more simple little procedure before you can take a break while we get dressed. You should enjoy that." Denver explained. "Sit here, quietly while I work."

He followed orders, actually enjoying it a little when Aubrey stood behind him, her breasts pushing into his back, and her arms wrapped around his arms.

He was humiliated though, when his cock started to react to the intimacy of the hold.

He cried, "wait, what?" when Denver stepped in front of him with a small electric trimmer and began shaving at his eyebrows.

"Hold still, you fool. Or you could wind up with no brows at all! I'm just trimming them to look a little more girlish. They're far too thick and bushy as they are. A dead give-away."

"Relax, Jason. I can show you how to draw them back in, later," Aubrey whispered in his ear form behind.

He just growled, making Denver laugh.

He watched in the mirror as she trimmed and then even plucked his eyebrows down until they looked much more feminine than manly. He was so screwed!

He knew he should have simply stopped it all and refused to participate any further. But it felt so very sexy, being worked on by the two mostly-naked girls, who he loved so, that he just couldn't force himself to stop them.

And a long-lost part of him liked it.

"Okay, one last thing. The other women at the bar will notice if your nails aren't polished. They don't have to be long, but we need to add some color."

"We can always add extensions some other time," Audrey said, giggling.

"Some other time?" he complained.

"Whatever."

For the next ten minutes they each took one of his hands and painted his nails pink.

"Very girlish," Aubrey said, happily. Now don't touch anything and spoil your polish. It'll take at least fifteen minutes.

Satisfied with her work, Denver gave him a kiss on the cheek and then told him, "we're done for now. You can relax while your nails dry and we get dressed. We'll dress you last."

Audrie pulled him to his feet and escorted him back to the bedroom, and over to a chair setting in the corner. There she kissed him affectionately on the mouth, and he loved that!

"Have a seat, my dear. Relax for a bit, while we get ready."

"Here? Like this?" he asked glancing down at his naked and now hairless body.

"Sure, why not?" Aubrey replied, giggling. "Watch and learn."

"See what you've got to look forward to." Denver said, giving him a broad wink.

He wasn't sure if she was implying that he'd get her body for sex, later, or something else.

Aubrey ducked into the bathroom to shower, leaving the door ajar enough that he caught quick glimpses of her body. He wished that she would treat him to sex, like Denver did, he wanted her more than her lover. But now he understood that he probably never would get her as either a lover or a sex partner. Damn!

His cock got hard anyway...

While his sister was in the bath, Denver was laying out clothes on their bed. He watched, seeing several very pretty and sexy things. He was afraid that some of them were for him.

When Aubrey came out, fresh and damp, wrapped in a towel. Denver gave her a kiss and then took over the bathroom for herself.

Aubrey pretty much ignored him as she began dressing in the things Denver had laid out for her. She smiled coquettishly as she held up a tiny pair of panties, they were red, lacy thongs. Barely there. "These are hardly worth wearing, but she loves me in sexy things. Almost like a guy."

When he groaned and gave her a pained look, her smile faded. "Sorry, bro, but we're going to have fun, and you need to loosen up and play along.

"Just relax and enjoy."

She then proceeded to pull the panties up he long legs and under the towel. Next, she turned her back to him while she added the matching bra. Only then did she drop the towel, still with her back to him. He got a fantastic look at her bare ass! Again, he moaned, and she giggled, understanding what he was seeing.

She was just pulling on a tight, knit T-shirt dress, when Denver came out of the bathroom, naked.

He was dumbfounded, and his cock, which had been hard since he sat down, got even harder. He'd slept with her, but she'd never put on such a display, before.

"Denver, you slut, you're going to kill him!" Audrie cried. "Put something on! We need him alive and breathing!"

Denver laughed. "Oh, sorry, I forgot. I was thinking it was just us three girls."

"Not yet it isn't."

Denver still chuckling grabbed a bra and panties from the bed and slipped them on. Smiling angelically as he stared.

Examining herself in a big wall-mounted mirror, Aubrey complained as she straightened her clothing. "Denver, this dress is pretty racy. I'm going to draw a lot of unwanted attention."

Not only was it form fitting, it was an attention-grabbing bright-red, and was cut very short. Her bare ass would show if she ever bent over.

"Hey. You used to wear things like that before we met. What's the matter? now that you have me, you don't feel the need to be sexy?"

Aubrey chuckled. "This is more than sexy, it's slutty!"

Denver laughed. "Works for me." Then she turned to Jason. "Doesn't she look fantastic?"

"She sure does," he replied happily. In part he was pleased that he wasn't the only one being humiliated.

Aubrey pouted, and pulled at the hem of her dress. She assumed she'd be doing that all night long.

"Consider it a bit of attention-grabbing eye-candy to distract people from looking too closely at our girlfriend," Denver added.

While they'd been bantering, Denver had pulled on her bra and panties, and just like Aubrey's, her underwear was sexy, lacy and skimpy. And black.

Tall and athletic as she was, she looked fantastic.

Jason had trouble tearing his eyes off her, but when he did, he saw that Aubrey was also staring appreciatively at her girlfriend.

Denver then pulled an LBD on over her head, that was also short-skirted, but not as revealing as Aubrey's. Denver's dress though had a deep plunging neckline, that even allowed some of the lace of her bra to peek out. Her cleavage was mesmerizing.

To finish off their outfits, both girls then sat on the bed to slip on similar, strappy sandals with very high, spike heels. Jason guessed five-inches.

When they stood up again, side-by-side to face him his cock seemingly hit new heights. He was powerless to stop it. It was terribly embarrassing, but clearly understandable. Damn! they looked sensational.

Aubrey chuckled. "He approves."

"Now it's your turn, Jess." Denver said, enthusiastically.

"Jess?" Aubrey asked, confused.

"Well, we're not taking Jason to the party. So, I like Jess."

Aubrey smiled and nodded her agreed. "Me too. My sister Jess. I like the sound of it."

Jason growled, but it was an appropriate name.

The girls, towering over him in their heels, pulled him to his feet and dragged him into their bathroom where the cosmetics were laid-out, ready for use in his transformation.

They sat him back on the barstool, but this time with his back to the mirror. "No peeking until we're finished." Denver dictated, and she tapped him on the top of his head for emphasis.

Feeling a little sorry for her brother, Aubrey got serious. "Tell you what, sis. When we're done, if you can honestly say that you'll never be able to pass, we'll let you off the hook. You can stay home alone while we go out and celebrate like we used to with our old friends," she told him.

"Agreed?" She, prompted a moment later, adding a kiss on the cheek - leaving a mark of lipstick, which she promptly wiped off with a tissue.

He sighed, surrendering, "Okay, deal."

"But if you turn us down, you'll be missing out on a wonderful time." Denver said, and to emphasize her point, she reached down and cupped his cock, gently but clearly a provocation. His prick which had deflated a bit, quickly got hard again.

He wasn't sure how wonderful it would be. He would be a guy in drag, amongst a bunch of gay women.

And if he was discovered, he would probably get his ass kicked by a bunch of dykes. Shit!

From that point on, he just went along, with no more arguments, he just kept praying he would survive the evening. Perhaps it wouldn't be all that bad. After all, there were two absolutely gorgeous girls hovering over him, handling him and having fun with him. And he couldn't help but love them both.

The girls sure seemed to be enjoying themselves - having fun at his expense. They giggled and laughed and murmured to each other as they worked to cover his face with lotions and creams, and powders and paint.

He enjoyed staring into Aubry's eyes as she glued false eyelashes to his lids.

And Denver kissed him several times as she applied and reapplied lipstick, until she was satisfied.

But otherwise, he had no real idea what all they were doing to him. It was a lot, that was for sure.

Either he'd look like a clown, or a Kardashian - he had no idea which.

Finally, an hour later, a pretty blond wig, long and full was pulled tightly over his head.

"You be careful with this, don't lose it," Denver said, like a mother to a child. "It cost a fortune."

"But it looks gorgeous," Aubrey added.

Once the wig was in place, adjusted and brushed out, the two of them stood back, smiling proudly.

"He's gorgeous." Denver said, as she examined him.

"Yes, she is, she'll easily fit right in." Aubrey said, agreeing.

"Yah, right. You two can't be serious." He replied, but he was frightened that they might be right, and he'd actually have to go out with them, as a girl.

After one last spray of 'fixer', Aubrey stood back, smiling proudly. "Ready?" she asked.

"Sure." He replied, confident that he'd look hideous, and anticipating he'd able to refuse going out.

Together they stood him up off the stool, and turned him around so he could see himself in the big mirror.

"Holy shit!" He groaned, stunned. That couldn't be him!

"See? We told you." Aubrey said, soothingly. She could tell that he was freaked, and he was her brother.

Denver ran her hand down his back and onto his ass, and it gave him a shiver.

But he couldn't take his eyes off of the vision in the mirror.

"You two are witches." He mumbled. "This is impossible."

Denver laughed. "The magical properties of makeup and our well-practiced feminine skills."

Aubrey gave him another couple minutes to get over himself. "So, you think you can pass?" she asked, pleasantly.

"Well, my voice is wrong, and I won't move gracefully like a girl," he answered, noncommittally.

"We can coach you. We still have some time before we have to leave." Denver said, encouragingly.

"Be honest. You know you look good." Ashley prompted him.

He sighed, "well, I guess you're right. I make a passable girl."

"Damn right you do," Denver said. "My dolly, Jess," she added proudly.

Aubrey chuckled, and began pulling him out to the bedroom. "Good, now let's get you dressed. You'll look even better then," she said as the three of them moved out.

Once again, giggling like a couple kids, Aubrey and Denver took control and began outfitting him for the evening they had planned.

First came the underwear.

Jess' bra and panty set were pretty, lacy and sexy, and bright pink, of course.

Denver pulled on his panties, while Aubrey fit his bra and stuffed it with a pair of breast forms.

They gave her a sizable chest and were heavy. When he mentioned that, Aubrey told her, "They're C-cups - bigger than mine."

Her panties weren't the skimpy kind the other girls wore. She had a more traditional bikini style.

He blushed and Denver giggled as she had to manipulate his cock to settle it into the delicate panty.

"Jess, if you're going to pull this off, you need to get rid of that cock," she told him, way to casually.

"Huh?" He thought she liked his cock!

She giggled. "You need to tuck."

He got it now. He'd heard about it. "You mean, push myself back between my legs?"

"Yes, that's it. What the female impersonators do." Then she laughed. "Want me to help?"

"Um, no. I'll do it, "he barked, pushing her hand away.

Aubrey, who had been listening in, laughed. "Need some ice, to calm that thing down?"

At that point, he realized that he had shrunk down, considerably. Too focused on his attire.

Blushing while the girls watched, he pushed his cock back between his legs and smoothed his panties - he was now wearing panties, and a bra - damn!

It was a bit uncomfortable, and he was certain it would become more so, if he got aroused, but when he looked down, his crotch was flat, just like a woman's.

"That's much better," Aubrey told him as she finished settling his breasts into position.

Denver, meanwhile had retrieved some other items off the bed. "I picked up a couple more things for you, this afternoon. They'll give you a more feminine shape."

She held up a corset kind of thing. Pink and lacy, but also looking kind of stiff.

"A corset?" he asked incredulously.

"A waist cincher, almost the same thing. You'll have a smaller more feminine waist."

"But aren't they uncomfortable?"

"A little, but we girls are used to suffering for our looks."

"Damn, right! You'll get used to it, Jess, my girl." Aubrey said, laughing.

The two of them arranged the cincher around her waist and then pulled it tight while Denver hooked it closed, along the front seam.

It was tight, but not terribly so. Jason had worn a back brace, after pulling a muscle twisting and lifting a piece of furniture last year. It felt about the same.

But the cincher also had dangling garters.

And stockings were the next thing on the girls' agenda.

Denver had her sit on the edge of the bed, and watch as she knelt down in front and began bunching and then sliding one up her left leg.

"You two aren't wearing stockings. Why me?"

"You'll see. They'll feel wonderful on your bare legs. And we wanted you to learn and experience the entire process."

And as she slowly worked the pretty stockings up her legs, Jess began to understand. It was a soft and tickly feeling on her smooth, hairless legs. Somehow besides looking sexy, it felt sexy too.

Aubrey leaned down next to Denver and finished them off by clipping the stocking tops to the garters, and that too added to her excitement, as well as the ache in her crotch from her straining and confined cock.

Real girls don't have that problem, she thought.

Finally, they had her stand, arms up, while they slid the dress on over her head.

Jess only got a quick glance at what she was to wear as her two girlfriends prepared to put it on her.

Of course it was pink. Barbie pink. Damn!

 

 

Otherwise, it seemed like any other dress, although with a short and flared skirt

Aubrey described it as an 'A-line' dress with a round neckline.

Despite the cincher, it was a bit snug around her waist. "You'll have to a lose a few pounds, girl!" Denver commented with a laugh. "Or we'll have to get you a real corset. That could be fun."

"Don't push it, Denver, she looks just fine as she is," Aubrey scolded. Jess was both relieved and impressed. It was the first time she had heard Aubrey challenge her lover. And she did it on her behalf.

Finally, they had her sit back on the bed to put her shoes on.

Denver scolded her for not smoothing her dress before she sat. "We all get used to doing that. Very ladylike, and prevents your skirt from bunching up and getting wrinkled."

Jess, just nodded. She was more concerned with the shoes Aubrey was holding. They were red pumps with ankle straps, and tall pointed heels.

"I can't walk in those! I'll trip and fall on my ass!" she cried.

Aubrey scowled at her. "Oh, nonsense. These have only three-inch heels. You'd probably fall off ones like we're wearing but not these little things. You just need a little practice."

Denver slid them on her feet and buckled the tiny buckles on the ankle straps, then checked the fit.

"Looks like I guessed right on the size, how do they feel?" she asked.

"Tight and weird."

"You'll get used to them. They look pretty. Now stand up."

Both girls pulled her to her feet, and she stood uncomfortably still for a moment, trying to get used to the angle of her foot. She was only used to standing flat footed.

"Come on, and check yourself out, now." Aubrey said as she walked him towards the bathroom.

Jess struggled a bit, but didn't trip or stager. It wasn't as difficult as she had expected.

When the three of them stood together in front of the big bathroom mirror, she realized, astonishingly that she did fit in. She looked like a real girl.

Not nearly as pretty as her two girlfriends, but she had to admit, good enough.

The biggest difference though was their heights. Both Aubrey and Denver were taller than Jason when flat footed. With them in their five-inch spikes, and Jess in only threes, she was something like six inches shorter than Denver, and four shorter than Aubrey.

She thought it made her look even more like a girl.

They stood there for a couple minutes, admiring the view. Denver and Aubrey smiled proudly. Their created girl looked good, very good. This would be a fun night. They were certain.

"Okay, just a couple accessories, some bling." Denver said as she left them to run back into the bedroom.

"You do look darling," Aundrey told her as they stood waiting.

"Thanks," Jess muttered in return.

Denver returned with a pair of clip-on earrings, dangly ones. A shiny gold and beaded necklace, and a matching bracelet.

The necklace and the bracelet went on easily, but the earrings were difficult. They pinched her ears, and she complained.

"You'll get used to them," Aubrey assured her.

Denver giggled. "If you like the look, we can always have your ears pierced, so you can wear even nicer rings and things. And they won't pinch, either."

"Um, nope," she replied. Not interested in getting holes in her ears.

They spent the remaining hour, as planned, coaching Jess in how to walk like a lady in heels. She caught on surprisingly quickly. Aubrey was impressed.

Denver harassed her until she was speaking more quietly and in a slightly higher pitch. But that was much more difficult, and would take a lot more practice if it was to become natural.

"Better if you let us do all the talking," Denver concluded.

"Another little motion you need to practice is reaching up, delicately and pushing your hair back away from your face. Try it." Denver commanded.

They both had her perform that motion again and again, with each hand, until they were satisfied that she could pull it off. Denver told her. "Every time you see one of us do that, I want you to do it as well. All night long, until it becomes a habit."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. No arguments. Just be a good girl."

"There are many other subtle little mannerisms you'll need to learn to become the perfect female. We'll help you with those as time allows."

Jess, had no idea why she needed to learn more girly things. She didn't intend to make a habit of this stuff. It surprised her that Aubrey seemed to think that more was to come.

"Okay, who are you?" Aubrey asked, as they took one more lap around the room, practicing her walking in heels.

"Um, Jess?"

"Absolutely. And your pronouns are 'she, her and hers,' and don't you forget it!" Aubrey warned her. She was actually enjoying seeing her brother, as her sister. She'd always wanted a sister.

"You should also answer to 'dear, honey, and slut." Denver added, laughing.

Aubrey laughed, too.

"I'm no slut!" Jess responded, but then she broke out laughing too.

"What about ID, or money?" she asked.

"Forget it. You won't bring a purse. We'll cover everything else."

"Now, unless you have any other silly protests, let's go." Aubrey said excitedly.

Jess just groaned...

To be continued...

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