Dales Story (GenderPlay Legend Patreon Reward)

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Dales Story

“Wait….what!?” I cry out my body shakes uncontrollably “That’s no reason, Liz!”

“You need to learn Dale,” Elizabeth growls as she stands way back from me. “You can’t just say things like that and expect me not to react!”

Freighted to look down at my body as the feeling of crushing, grinding, and violent movement flood my senses. It was nothing like I’d ever felt before. It felt like millions on millions of tiny creatures were slowly changing my entire being.

“It’s not a sport!” I cry out in defiance. “It’s just a stupid thing pretty girls do to drive all the guys crazy with their skimpy outfits!”

“Oh….is that right!?” Liz replies with a sinister grin. “Well, you will be glad to know I’ve opted to transform you into a junior high student. That way you won’t be curvy enough to drive the boys wild.”

“Elizabeth!” I groan as sharp shrinking pains rattle through my core. “Junior high!? Please stop this! I don’t want this!!”

Elizabeth’s sinister expression doesn’t change as I fold over in pain. I try my best to plea with her, as the pain intensifies, but she is unwavering.

“Dale…Dale…Dale,” she replies as she taps the floor with her feet. “I can’t stop this now, you’ve taken the pill already.”

“That sweet?” I question, as strands of long hair fall in front of my eyes. “What was it?”

Elizabeth laughs. “Is it not obvious?

“Why does it feel like my….my,” I pause and scrunch my face. “LIZ! It’s gone!”

Looking up at her in sheer panic, she’s just standing and giggling. I couldn’t believe how she is acting. I’m terrified by what she’s done to me.

“Trust me,” Elizabeth giggle. “The way you look right now…. you’d look very weird with it still hanging between your legs.”

The pain had started to subside and as I stand, I quickly realize that I’m now standing a good few inches shorter than her.

“What do you mean?” I ask as I hold my very queasy stomach. “The way I look…. now?”

Elizabeth takes a step towards me. Reaching out a single hand, she softly touches my cheek.

“Hello little sister,” she says smiling down at me. “Honestly, I can’t believe how well this has worked!”

Staring back into the astounded eyes of my sister, my mind races with all sorts of questions. I could feel my body was different. Every single aspect of my being just felt wrong. I felt small, so very small. Extremely dainty compared to ten minutes ago. The emptiness around my crotch just felt wrong and the sensitivity around my chest was just weird.

“Liz…...?” I ask worried, confused, and a little upset. “What have you done?”

“Dale,” she replies in triumph “You are now a schoolgirl. You are now my younger sister. To get your old body back, you must become a cheerleader and come to apricated it.”

“No way!” I cry out with my extremely high feminine voice. “That’s not possible!”

In disbelief, I push Liz away and rush towards the mirror hanging from the door. As I take my third step, I start to stumble as my oversized pants fall around my ankles. As I fall to the floor, Liz grabs my arm and saves me.

“Got you!” Liz states as she helps me back to my feet. “We need to get you out of those clothes. I’m’ surprised you can even move. You look like you’re wearing a bin bag!”

“I don’t want this…,” I mutter as she brings me to my feet.

Elizabeth throws an arm around my shoulders. It was a surreal moment, as my once little sister, now felt bigger and stronger than me. Bringing her face to mine, she whispers gently into my ear.

“You can borrow some of my stuff for now,” she tells me. “Only until you get your own stuff.”

Scoffing and shrugging her arm off my shoulder, I turn to face her with a raging fire in my eyes.

“No way!” I screech “I’m not wearing your stuff!”

My high-pitched squeal causes her to push a single finger into her ear and give it a wiggle. As her face quickly turns to a smile, she points at my body.

“You’re like five foot four now Dale,” she chuckles. “Also, you now maybe weigh about ninety-five pounds. Your old stuff is not going to fit you. Trust me, you’d look more out of place wearing your guy stuff than clothes.

Holding my head in my hands, I let out a little whimper.

“Show me….,” I mumble through my hands. “Show me what I look like.”

Liz takes hold of my hand and walks me towards the mirror. I shake off my pants and it leaves me bare-legged and standing in my boxers. As she stood me in front of the mirror, I found it difficult to remove my hands from my face.

“Open your eyes, Dale,” Liz tells me “Just because you're now female, it’s nothing to be worried about.”

Slowly I part my fingers and allow myself to glimpse at the reflection in the mirror. As I move my hands away from my face, I see two young girls staring back at me. My brain doesn’t even register that one of those girls was me!

Liz runs her hand across my face and removes any strands of hair from my vision.

I look on in terror, as the girl in the mirror looks back at me with the same terrified expression.

“Is…is...,” I stutter “Is that me?”

As I point at the mirror, the girl in the reflection does the same.

“Yeah, that’s you,” Liz replies with a grin, as she pushes herself against me. “You’re prettier than I expected. We could almost be twins.”

A chill runs down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“This T-shirt could almost be worn as a dress it’s now so big on you,” Liz comments as she stands behind and starts lifting it up over my head.

As she throws my t-shirt to the floor, I’m left staring at my almost naked female body. Long brunette hair running down my head, budding sensitive breasts forming on my chest, a narrow hourglass figure, and supple smooth thighs and legs.

Elizabeth holds onto my wide feminine hips and gives me a smile through the mirror.

“You’ve got that body for a cheerleader,” she comments as she brings her hands up to my shoulders. “I think you will even fit into my old uniform.”

I winch at her comment as she lets go of me.

“I think today we are going to have to teach you about being a girl,” Elizabeth tells me with a grin, as she stands playing with my long hair. “It’s going to be a big change for you, but I think it's for the best.”

“Why!?” I groan, still in denial.

Elizabeth takes a step back as I swing my body around and grit my teeth in anger.

“Dale, I told you,” she says smirking. “Once you’ve learned you’re lesson and you agree that cheerleading is as psychically demanding as football, I will think about allowing you to transform back.”

“Fine,” I huff “It’s as psychically demanding as football!”

Elizabeth shakes her head and laughs

“No way am I letting you get away with it that easy!” she retorts. “You are going to learn about that first-hand!”

“I hate you!” I reply with venom.

With a flick of her hair and a smile on her face, she puts her arms around my naked feminine body once more.

“Oh Dale….,” she laughs. “You shouldn’t say things like that to your big sister. I’m the one who’s going to teach you all about being a woman. If you are nasty to me, I won’t help you when you get your first time of the month.”

Clenching my fists, I let out a growl of annoyance.

“You know….,” she pauses and looks intently at me. “I think your name should be Isabell.”

Grinding my teeth as she continues to talk, I look on at my sister with fury.

“Don’t look at me like that Issy,” she smiles. “You’re too pretty to make faces like that!”