Over and over, Dana found new and even more humiliating outfits for Jon to try on. Over and over, Jon, without complaint, modelled for his sister. He wondered as he lost count of the clothes she had handed him where she had gotten such a strange desire to see her brother cross-dressed. Probably the stone, he rued. If only he could retrieve it from his sister, but she was content to hand him panties and bras rather than magical stones.
Where she had found so many outfits was another question that vexed him. She was still dressed in her business attire, the clothes she wore for her teaching practicum, and he knew for a fact that her clothes didn't deviate very far from that. She was, after all, a poor student! Sure, she had some jeans and t-shirts, maybe a skirt or two, but nothing like the clothes she was handing him.
As he pulled on the lime green knee-high go-go boots that went well with the vinyl skirt Dana has handed him a moment earlier, he hoped that it would be the last change. Already she had begun insisting that he fill out the tops she would give him with some very large breast-forms that, for some reason, she had laying around. What was next? Make-up? Hair?
Jon laced up the boots tightly and stood up unsteadily. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom to his waiting sister.
A huge, proud grin was on her face as she examined her brother. Then, with a gush of excitement, she said...
