John felt his hand pick up the nearby brush and he began to brush his pigtails as he thought about how cute he looked and how nice it was to be a girl and how boys were dumb and girls smelled better too.
John wasn't even drowning in feminity, he had been thrown clear off a cliff into a vortex of it.
Everything around him was becoming feminine and pink and stereotypically girly as she messed around with her skirt and thought about how nice it would be if the world was full of girls instead of messy stinky boys.
As she thought this his room was overtaken and a wave of pink bloomed across it as dolls appeared and stuffed animals and all of his clothes became skirts and dresses with lacy.
