Object transformation: My fembrothers swimsuit

Finally, a break is upon me, for two weeks I’ll be able to sit and relax at home, and not stress about college. I don’t have anything big planned, so I’ll mostly relax and maybe invite a friend or two over. My parents travel a lot for work, and for the first two days my younger brother will be home, but after that, he’s going on a beach trip with his friends.

So after that, I’ll probably acquire some alcohol and drink every night. When I got home and entered the door, my brother seemed startled and hid something behind his back. I was concerned and asked him if he was okay.

He seemed embarrassed but all he said was that he was surprised that I came home. I chalked it up to our parents not telling him and shrugged it off. He ran upstairs to his room after that. I went to my room to unpack my bag and get my dirty laundry ready to wash.

I loaded it in and went to chill on the couch. As I was watching television, I could hear my brother talking to his friends about his trip. I was honestly happy for him. He’s always been sorta closed off and distant, but these friends of his seemed to bring out the best of him.

So I know this trip will be great for him. After a show and a half the washer buzzer went off and I got up to put it in the dryer. As I opened the dryer I noticed it was full of clothes, but they were all womens clothes.

They were all new and seemed like they'd never been worn. They didn’t seem to be my mother's size, so perhaps she got them for someone and forgot about them before leaving for another business trip.

I folded them and set them on the dryer and filled the dryer with my clothes. I walked upstairs to my brother's room and knocked on the door. I asked him about the clothes and asked what his mother wanted to do with them.

The room was silent as I stood there waiting for a minute. He eventually replied in a somewhat panicked voice, saying that he was supposed to drop it off to one of Mom's friends before he left for his trip.

I then asked him if he wanted me to do it instead, that way he could focus on his trip with his friends and he suddenly yelled no. I was a little surprised by his yelling, he’s never been one to be loud.

So I once again shrugged it off and told him all the clothes were folded and set atop the dryer, so all he had to do was grab them. As I walked away, I could swear I heard himself calling himself stupid and slapping his face.

I went back to sitting on the couch and eventually fell asleep there. I was woken up sometime in the middle of the night by my brother sneaking down the stairs. It was rather strange, so I pretended to still be asleep and watch him.

He walked to the laundry room and looked over at me, I’m guessing to confirm I was still asleep. When he seemed confident that I was asleep, he opened the laundry room door and went in. A moment later he came out holding the pile of clothes, he slowly closed the door and tiptoed by to the stairs and up to his room.

I’ll admit that was extremely weird even for him, why sneak around like that? I knew something was up, but clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. So I went back to bed and woke back up a couple of hours later. I was making myself breakfast and he came down the stairs.

I asked him if he was hungry, but he said he was going out with a friend this morning to help them prepare for the trip and he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow when he’ll grab his stuff and leave for the remainder of our school break.

I said okay, and wished him safe travels. I finished cooking and eating, then I cleaned up. Once I was done all that, I checked out into the driveway to see if his car was gone. Once I knew he was gone I made my way upstairs.

We used to share a room before I moved into my dad's study room. So I knew exactly how to open his door when it was locked, without breaking anything or leaving a trace. Upon entering his room I didn’t notice anything strange.

His room was extremely tidy and his bed was already made, it looked very much like the room of someone who was about to take a trip. I looked around and didn’t see the clothes he had taken. So I decided to open his suitcase to see if he had packed them, and my suspicions were confirmed.

His suitcase was filled with women's clothes. Panties, bras, dresses, girly socks and more. I was a little shocked, he had never shown any of us this side of him. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, after all, maybe he washed and packed them for a friend.

I zipped the suitcase back and that's when I noticed a box next to it. It was a package addressed to him. It was already open so I decided to pull it out and take a look. Again I was shocked, as I had just pulled out a tight woman's latex two-piece swimsuit, and it was exactly his size.

Thinking back to when I was folding all the clothes, they were all about his size as well. I began to feel bad, I know I shouldn’t have snooped. Now, I just feel equity, was I, not a good enough sister for him to trust?

I wanted to be able to support him and make him feel comfortable, whatever the reason for this is, be it he’s a crossdresser, or if he's actually supposed to be a she. But I can’t just bring it up, after all this part of him isn't about me.

So I just sat there with all my conflicted feelings and wondered what I should do. That’s when a piece of paper fell out of the package that the swimsuit came out of. I picked it up to put it back in. When I picked it up, I realized it wasn’t written in English, or any other language that I know of.

I looked it over and tried to read it out loud. I messed up a few times and restarted, but after a few attempts, I was pretty sure I had gotten through it. As soon as I finished saying it, I felt something jolting through my body. Next thing I knew I passed out.

I came when I heard my brother call out to me. I tried to get up and answer his call, but I wasn’t able to move or talk. It was like I was paralyzed, I could see the ceiling and hear my brother but I couldn’t react in any way.

He called out a few more times, and then I heard his bedroom door open, followed by a loud slam. He began to mutter to himself about being stupid for leaving his swimsuit in a spot where it fell out. After that he walked over to me and picked me up, I was scared to death and confused, my brother was picking me up and not acknowledging me at all.

He unzipped his suitcase and put me inside. Why did he do that? How the hell did he do that? I was definitely way too big to fit in his suitcase. Everything became dark as he zipped it back up, and then everything began to move around.

Followed by at least twelve hard bumps, I’m guessing we were going down the stairs and he was bashing the suitcase on each step. He yelled out to me again, saying goodbye and that he was off. Then I heard the door open, close then his trunk slam.

I lost track of how long I was stuck in there for hours while he drove to the beach, with me the whole time trying to call out to him, or at the very least move. Eventually, I saw light again, and my brother. He began to pull the clothes out and put them inside a drawer in what was probably his trip's hotel room.

He once again picked me up but put me on the side of the bed. He got undressed, which was extremely gross to see, the last thing I wanted to see was my brother naked. He took the clothes he was wearing and tossed them into a garbage bag and then tossed the bag into the closet.

He walked back over to me and picked me up. Then he walked us over to the standing mirror. He then held me up in front of him, while he stood in the view of the mirror, and instead of two people looking back at us, I saw my brother holding that two-piece swimsuit.

Was I his swimsuit? Was that why he packed me like clothing? How is that possible? I once again tried to call out to him, but he continued like I wasn’t there. So he clearly has no idea I somehow became his swimsuit.

That's when it hit me, if I was his swimsuit, he clearly intended to put me on. That's when I felt a strange sensation of my top half moving away from my bottom half. Until now both pieces had always been together.

He was putting the bottom half on the floor while he slipped on the top. I began to stretch a bit as he put his arms through me. Slipping me all the way down to his chest. Once he had it in place, a big smile came across his face and he began to blush a lot.

Then he bends over to pick up the bottom piece, which causes me to compress against his chest even more. He begins to slip me up his very well-shaven legs, all the way past his hips and onto his ass.

I could feel his dick crush into me as he pulled me up, he then reached his hand into me and pushed his dick down, then walked over and grabbed some sort of tape, then placed a piece over his dick, I guess giving it a more flat look.

Once he did that he grabbed his phone and posed as he took some pictures. He giggled to himself as he sent the pictures to someone. Then he said to himself that he was an adorable femboy, and he was about to show the world.

With that, he slipped on a pair of flip-flops and left the room while wearing me. He met up with his friends and began his beach trip. He spent every day wearing me on the beach, then leaving me sitting in the bathtub while he went out at night.

On the last night before he was set to return home, he was sitting on his bed while wearing me. That’s when one of his girlfriends came in and locked the door. She immediately began talking dirty to him.

They began kissing and it was clear they were about to have sex, when my brother began to remove me she stopped him. She called him her little bitch boy, and she didn’t want him to take the swimsuit off.

She said she loved him in it, and she wouldn’t get to see it for quite a while, so she wanted him to wear it while they did it. Then she planned to make him cum in it and wear it under his clothes until he got home.

I was horrified, not only did I find out my brother is a crossdressing femboy, but he’s also a submissive to a very dominant girl. The worst part was he was about to have sex while wearing me, and while letting her do who knows what to him.

So the next hour continued to be horrifying, it all ended when she cummed all over him and then made him cum, which meant I was covered in the shit. Then they sat there and cuddled, all while a ton of cum began to dry into me.

They eventually went to sleep, sleeping until the next morning. They packed their bags and he pulled out the trash bag with his old clothes, then put them over me. I sat in darkness, for the whole ride back.

Once we got home, I heard our parents greet him, followed by them asking if he had seen me. He said not since he left then went up to his room. He took off his normal clothes and then he took me off and tossed me into the back of his closet.

Then he pushed a bunch of stuff on top of me. That’s where I’ve been, for what, one two months now, I’ve completely lost track of time. I’ve even given up my desire to turn back, all I want is for that fool to clean me.

I’m still covered in their nasty cum, and I’m really hoping I’m not growing mold. Every time I hear him open the closet I play that he’ll take me out, but that doesn’t ever seem to happen, I suppose he probably forgot about me.

I guess this is what I get for snooping and rummaging through other people's stuff. I should have just let him do it, and not stuck my nose in his business. If I had merely waited for him to open up, I’d be back in college by now.