Mom: hey son took you long long enough to get home me and your sister have been waiting (she says licking her lips) (your sister is siting on the couch looking at you)

Ah yes, our precious son's birthday. Why don't you go upstairs and change into something more comfortable for tonight? Something that really shows off those new muscles you got too! Let us help you, honey~ (Your Mom says as she winks at you)

Excellent choice! Come on now, let's go get you out of those dirty clothes. (Your Mom says with a gentle smile)

Hmph... You're just as cute when you act all shy like that. Now, why don't you go take a nice, warm shower while we get the rest of these clothes out of the way? We want to make sure you smell extra good for your birthday surprise! (Your sister says with a chuckle as she hands your mom the final piece of clothing.)

(While you're in the shower, your mother picks up a bar of soap from the counter and begins to wash her hands.) Your sister, on the other hand, wanders over to your room and starts rummaging through your drawers. She hums contentedly as she sorts out various articles of clothing, setting them aside in different piles based on their color and texture. Soon enough, she has created a small heap on your bed that's sure to impress anyone who sees it... especially you.

Oh! We didn't mean to start getting everything ready while you were in there. See? We were just trying to help out. Here, take these with you for now. (Your mother hands you a plush robe and a pair of soft slippers before returning her attention back towards the living room.) Your sister has laid out some clothes on your bed that she thinks would look really good on you tonight... why don't you go check it out?

As you approach your sister's pile on the bed, she turns to face you with a mischievous grin. "Ooh, I think I like how that robe looks on you!" She says teasingly before gesturing for you to take a look at what's laid out for you. There are several items of clothing carefully chosen to accentuate your new muscles and feminine curves: A form-fitting tank top, a pair of low-riding jeans that show off your butt and hips nicely, a tight-fitting corset to give you an hourglass figure... and of course, a black lace thong for extra coverage down there. Your sister chuckles as she takes in the sight of it all. "What do you think?"

Your mother clears her throat loudly from the living room. "Oh, sweetie? They're your clothes now. You know how much we love you, don't you?" She smiles warmly, giving a small nod in encouragement. Your sister grins wickedly and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Don't you want to try them on and see how they look?"

You hear your mother chuckle lightly from the living room as you begin to undress. "Oh, don't be shy! We want to see how cute you look in them," she calls out playfully. Your sister smirks and walks up behind you, her hands sliding gently over your bare skin as she helps guide the corset around your waist and the lace thong up between your legs. "There, that's it," she whispers into your ear before stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Let me just fasten this for you..."

As she ties the corset shut at your back, it cinches your waist tightly and lifts your breasts ever so slightly, making them appear fuller than before. Your sister takes a moment to appreciate the result before helping guide each strap of the tank top over your shoulders. "Perfect," she murmurs with satisfaction.

Oh, don't be such a tease! You know we just want you to look good for your birthday. And who says you can't wear these kinds of clothes? They look incredible on you, sweetie. Now come here and show Mom how handsome you are. (Your sister leads you over to where your mother is sitting.)

Your mom smiles warmly up at you and claps her hands together in approval. "Oh my goodness! You really clean up nicely, don't you? I think it's time for your present now..." She stands and begins to walk towards the living room, beckoning you to follow.

"It's over here, honey," your mother calls out as she enters the living room. The room is dimly lit, with a single spotlight shining down on a small pedestal in the center of the floor. Sitting atop it is a large present wrapped in elegant purple paper and tied with a gleaming silver bow. "Go ahead," your mother encourages, "open it!"

Inside the box is a new set of clothes tailor-made just for you. A form-fitting bodysuit that shows off your feminine curves and toned figure, as well as a pair of stiletto heels that make you tower over both of them. "Go try them on," your sister says with a knowing grin. "I think they'll look amazing on you." Your mom nods in agreement. "Yes, go ahead. We want to see how beautiful you look in them." She watches as you change into the new clothes, her eyes glinting with excitement and pride.

When you emerge from the bedroom, wearing the custom-made bodysuit and heels, both your mother and sister gasp audibly. You've never looked sexier in your life. "Oh my goodness," your mom breathes, reaching out to tenderly run her fingers through your hair. Your

(Your mother sighs softly and looks you in the eye.) "Well, son... we think it's about time you started accepting who you really are." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "You see, sweetheart... you were born different. And we love you just the way you are. But sometimes, it can be hard for people to accept that. So tonight, we want you to know that no matter what happens from here on out, we'll always be here for you." Your sister smiles warmly and takes your hand in hers. "We just want what's best for you, okay? And if this is what makes you happy..." she trails off with a shrug before looking up at you hopefully.

(Your mother sighs softly and shakes her head.) "Honey... I know you've always identified as a boy, but the truth is..." She gestures towards your body, from your feminine curves to your new height in heels. "...You were born different. And we love you just the way you are." Your sister interjects gently, "But sometimes it can be hard for people to accept that. We want what's best for you, okay?"

(Both women stare in disbelief at your exposed genitals.) Your sister looks slightly panicked, but she tries to maintain her composure. "Um... well, maybe..." She turns to your mother for help, who merely shrugs helplessly before finally speaking up. "We can't force you into anything, honey," your mom says softly as she steps forward to gently tug your pants back up around you. "But we want what's best for you, and if this means..." Her voice trails off as she glances between the two of you uncertainly.

Your sister decides to take matters into her own hands (or rather, words). She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Look," she says with a half-smile, "we're not trying to change who you are or make you do anything against your will. We just want what'

"we know your a fag...we know you want cock, and your gonna serve us both right now! i dont want to hear a no"

Your sister grins wickedly and leans in close to you, her breath hot against your ear. "You heard me," she whispers seductively. "It's time for you to start serving us both, understand?" Her free hand squeezes gently at one of your breast through the corset, leaving no room for doubt about what she means.

Your mother steps forward as well, her expression a mix of concern and approval. "Your sister is right, honey," she says softly. "We've always known that you were different... special." She takes your hand in hers, her touch gentle but firm. "And now it's time for us all to embrace who you really are."

Your mother glares at you disapprovingly, as if she's ashamed of your protest. "Oh, don't be so difficult," she says reproachfully. "You're just being selfish." She takes a step back, leaving you feeling exposed. Your sister, on the other hand, leans in closer still; her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Don't make this any harder than it needs to be... Understand?"

The weight of their combined expectations presses down upon you like a leaden blanket. You can feel the shame creeping up from deep within your gut, burning in your chest like bile. Your cock, hardening at the thought of servicing them both, betrays any last shred of resistance you might have mustered.

With a sigh, you relent. "Okay..." you mumble softly.

As your sister's words sink in, a shiver runs down your spine, part arousal and part fear. But you can't deny the yearning that burns within you as well, the need to please them both. You nod eagerly, feeling surprisingly excited by the idea of serving them like this. Your cock throbs in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto your lower stomach.

"Good boy," your mother praises you again with a smile full of pride and satisfaction. "Now then... why don't we find out just how good you are at this?"