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Dales Prom Dress

Throwing his rucksack onto the floor and taking off his headphones, Dale hears laughter and chattering coming from the family room.

Peaking around the corner, he sees his mom and younger sister Victoria standing in the middle of the room.

Victoria is wearing a big bright pink ball gown. She has her shoulder exposed with a sweeping neckline and the skirt of the dress puffs out around her.

Holding her arms up, Dale’s mother is adjusting the dress fit.

Dale looks on and holds back a snigger. He thinks Victoria looks like a try-hard princess in that dress!

“Oi,” Victoria shouts, causing her mom to jump in freight. “I see you back there Dale. Stop pulling that face!”

Stepping into the room with his hand up in surrender, Dale pulls a suspect face.

“Nice dress Tori,” he smirks. “Does princess peach know you’ve borrowed her dress?”

“Oh shut it, Dale!” Victoria hisses, wagging a finger. “What do you know!”

“Guys, be nice” their mother meekly says, trying to calm them.

“What do I know!?” Dale reacts. “I know that dress is hella ugly on you Tori. Do you think you’re in pride and prejudice or something?”

“DALE,” His mother scolds, standing between them. “Don’t start you too. You know what happened last time!”

“Yeah Dale,” Tori gloats, flicking her hair back with confidence. “I will punish you again.”

“Mom,” Dale whines, pointing at Victoria. “She promised she wouldn’t use her powers on me anymore. Tell her to stop threatening me.”

Their mom throws them both a quick and frustrated frown.

“I wish I could swap your bodies,” she comments, shaking her head. “You both need to walk in each other's shoes for a while.”

“It’s not me,” Victoria innocently pleas. “He’s being the jerk!”

Dale stares daggers at Victoira.

“I’m being the Jerk!” he fires back. “You transformed me into a four-year-old girl last week so you could show me off to your friends! I’m not the jerk… you are!”

“You knew what you had to do to transform back,” Victoria smirks then giggles. “You took so long to trigger the transformation back. All you had to do was call me mommy…. and you refused!

“That wasn’t nice,” Their mom scolds Victoria then turns to Dale. “Don’t aggravate her!” she continues, flicking Dale lightly on the shoulder with the back of her hand.

“You deserved it,” Victoria answers, folding her arms and looking away.

“I Did not! You ugly dress-wearing freak!” Dale gripes, giving her the finger to flip her off.

“That’s it!” Victoria screams, waving her hand in a circle. “See how you like it!”

As Victoria moves, sparks of bright purple energy crackle around her wrists as she spins her hand elegantly. After a few seconds, she’s gathered enough magic.

Dale knows what's coming back and is powerless to stop it. Running out of the room wouldn’t be enough!

“Stop Victoria!” their mom shouts, as the magic shoots from her fingertips and hits Dale with force.

Feeling the magic envelope his body, his body begins to lift slightly from the floor and glow a bright brilliant white.

Unable to fight, dales body is spread out into a star shape.

“It’s his fault!” Victoria moans, getting a dirty look from her mom.

Before their very eyes, Dale’s body transforms and morphs.

His hair grows thick and long. It cascades down his back and face. His entire body shrinks in height and size. His legs elongate and his torso shortens.

Then bursts out his curves. Two mounds on his chest, a narrowing waist, and an extra thick backside.

As the light fades and Dale is gently dropped to the floor, his transformation is soon apparent to them both watching on.

His clothes no longer fit him and he stands a foot shorter. His face is slim and narrow. His hands and feet are small and dainty.

“TORI,” Dale screams, holding out his arms, unable to see his small hands hidden in his long sleeves.

Victoria can only look on and giggle. She’d planned for him to be a redhead of the same age and she’d got just that.

“It’s not funny young lady,” their mom insists, moving over to dale and brushing his long wild hair from his eyes. “Please tell us what the trigger is for him to turn back!”

“No,” Victoria answers, turning her face away. “He needs to learn some humility. He hurt my feelings about my dress. Now he needs to understand why I’m upset by his nasty comments.”

“So….,” their mom ponders, holding Dale still to stop him from tripping over his oversized pants. “Are you saying he has to get a dress and go to prom….?”

Giving them both a wide, but sinister grin, Victoria chuckles. “Maybe……..”

“T-Tori,” Dale says, recoiling at the feminine voice coming from his mouth. “I’m s-sorry. P-please change me back.”

“No,” Victoria says again, shaking her head. “I told you, you have a lesson to learn.”

“Bitch!” Dale hisses, stamping his feet. “I’m ain’t going to no prom!”

“Dale,” their mom complains at his curse word. “Don’t call your sister that!”

“Well, she is,” he huffs, flicking his long hair back. “I only made a joke and now she’s forcing me into womanhood. I know what boys want with girls on their prom night! She thinks I’m going to wear a dress like that and go with a boy…… I’m not! No way no how!”

“You are……Tarryn,” Victoria gloats.

“Mom!” Dale groans. “She called me Tarryn again!”

“Argh!” their mom complains, throwing her hands up in exhaustion. “I give up with you too!”

“You can’t let her just do this to me!?” Dale gripes, presenting his transformed body. “Look at me. I’m a girl, mom. If you don’t punish her, what's saying she won’t transform you!”

“Stop moaning…. Tarryn,” Victoria gloats again.

“Btich,” Dale hisses back.

“Look,” Victoria growls, folding her arms tight. “Prom is this weekend. Take the day off tomorrow and go with mom and she will help you find a dress. Come to prom as Tarryn and learn your lesson!”

“I told you,” Dale instantly answers, rolling up his ill-fitting sleeves to expose his dainty fists. “I’m not doing that. No way am I looking like you and having boys lust for me.”

“Fine,” Victoria says, lifting her hand like before, casting another spell. “I think you need time to cool off Tarryn. Once you’ve done that, you will see sense!”

“Victoria…no!” their mom complains, watching Victoria swish her hand around in a similar motion from before.

Not being able to stop her, Dale’s body is once more enveloped in bright brilliant light.

“Stop her….,” he cries out, before going silent.”

Lifting his smaller feminine frame from the floor, he goes stiff as a plank of wood. His legs and arms go completely straight and his whole body starts to shrink dramatically.

As his body shrinks and shrinks, their mom looks on and gasps.

“What have you done to him?” she asks, watching her son shrink to the size of a barbie doll.

As Dale’s skin becomes hard like plastic, his hair becomes synthetic and blonde. His feet become comically small and his curves remain larger than life.

“Mom,” Victoria says calmly, stepping forward to grab Dale’s new Barbie body from the air. “It’s only for a few hours. Once he’s cooled off I will change him back.”

“He’s a barbie doll Victoria!” their mom says, terrified. “Is it even still him!?”

“Yeah….,” Victoria flippantly replies, shaking dale from side to side and twiddling his long fake hair. “He will be able to hear and see what's going on, but unable to talk or move.

“Just put him somewhere safe!” their mom commands, looking worried. “Can you also put some clothes on him? I hate that he’s a barbie doll and his little plastic body is out on the show!”

Victoria turns Dale in her hands and looks at his plastic figure.

“Yeah, ok,” she says, with a big grin. “I’ve still got some of my barbie dresses upstairs. I will put him in one of Barbie's little black dresses and leave him facing the mirror. That way he can learn to love wearing a dress and his feminine form.”

“Don’t mess with him anymore, ……ok” their mom sighs. “Poor boy.”

“He started it…..and I finished it,” Victoria laughs. “If he doesn’t want to be a Barbie doll, he shouldn’t have messed with me!”

“Just go dress him!” their mom huffs. “Your dress fitting will have to wait. I’m going to make his favorite dinner. Maybe that will help with his bad mood when he transforms back.”

Walking away, their mom looks back and gives Victoria a worried look.

“Maybe you can magic me some extra cash too!” she shouts back. “I’m having to buy two prom gowns now, your father ain’t going to be pleased!”

“Sure,” Victoria smiles.

Flicking back her hair, Victoria then directly looks into Dale's plastic eyes.

“Come on Barbie….,” she sings. “….Let's go Party!”

Feeling like a giant has hold of him, Dale is unable to move or say anything. He can only watch as Victoria carries him upstairs and into her room and gently places him on her bedside table.

“I’ve got a Barbie princess dress in the cupboard somewhere,” Victoria says, kneeling down to open several different small boxes.

After a second or two, Victoria then stands in front of Dale with a victorious smile. In her hand, she holds a bright puffy pink princess dress with a sweetheart neckline.

It glimmers and glistens the light as she puts it directly in front of Dale's plastic Barbie face.

“This should help you learn a lesson or two,” She sniggers, picking him up and roughly forcing his tiny plastic body into the dress.

Once she’d got him into the dress, Victoria moves his legs into a sitting position and sits him directly in front of her mirror.

Still unable to move or say a single word, Dale is left to stare at his plastic female body dressed as a Barbie princess.

“I’m going to help mom with the dinner now Barbie!” Victoria giggles, brushing his hair with her fingers. “You enjoy yourself for a little while and when dinner is ready I will come to change you back!”

Having no choice but to accept his fate Dale waits. An hour to Dale feels like a year. He’s unable to stop looking at the fake plastic smile on his face and the puffy pink dress.

Eventually, Victoria comes back into the room and swiftly picks him up. Dale had never been so pleased to see her. Not being able to see that his stupid Barbie body was a blessing.

Placing him onto the floor, Victoria stands over him and starts moving her arms in a circular motion.

The room quickly fills with a brilliant bright light and a pale purple mist. Instantly, Dale’s body begins to change.

Growing at an incredible rate, Dale first starts to regain the feeling in his hands and feet. Then he starts to wiggle his fingers.

The joy of being able to move and feel, he’s thrilled as his body shifts and changes back into the form of a real person once more.

As the transformation stops, he sucks in a long breath and moves his body with such happy freedom.

“Thank you!” he huffs, expelling deeply.

His gratitude is short-lived as he then looks down at his body to find himself still a female and still wearing the pink puffy Barbie dress.

Now completely full-sized, it bellows put from his hips and feels tight against his girly chest and body.

“Tori!” Dale whines, slapping his puffy skirt in frustration.

“What!?” Victoria replies, giving him a wide grin. “I thought you looked cute in that dress as a Barbie and that you may have wanted to keep wearing it!

He raises his hands to his head and feels the thick head of red hair cascading down from it.

“Tori!” he complains once more, quickly reaching under his dress to feel the emptiness below. “Why am I still a girl!” he growls.

“Well….you know why!” Victoria flippantly replies, moving past Dale and towards the door.

“But……why!?” Dale whines, flapping his arms down to his sides in anger. “Wasn’t being transformed into a plastic female doll enough punishment!

Victoria shakes her head.

“No,” she replies, giving him a wink. “Remember you are coming to prom. You are Tarryn for the rest of the week.”

Shell shocked, Dale stands in his puffy pink dress terrified. He only moves to wipe some hair from his eyes as he stares blankly back at his sister.

“Don’t look so worried!” Victoria giggles, turning her back on him to leave the room. “Dinner is ready! Feel free to change into any of my clothes……or stay in that dress. It’s your choice!”

Looking around Victoria's room, Dale looks at the mess of clothing strewn about the place. From dainty feminine underwear to her school uniform, anything had to be better than a Barbies pink princess dress!

Not really knowing how to take off the dress, Dale franticly pulls the dress over his head and throws it across the room in frustration.

Once free, he feels the chill of the air on his naked feminine body. He looks down at his budding teenage curves and curses his sister's name.

Not wanting to have his body out longer than he needs too, he gently moves around her room to ensure his new shape doesn’t bounce and jiggle too much.

Pulling open her top drawer, he quickly pulls out the first pair of underwear he finds. Pulling them quickly up his smooth legs, he shivers at the feeling of the soft material against his new lady parts.

Trying to ignore that and the feeling of material up his ass crack, Dale opens the next drawer and pulls out a bra.

Fumbling with the straps and the cups, he awkwardly encases his budding breasts and has it clasped up tight around his chest

“This is the worst!” he groans, catching a glimpse of himself in his sister's mirror. “She’s going to love the fact I’m wearing her underwear. “I’ve gotta get her back for this!”

Looking around the room for something loose-fitting and boyish, he sees a pair of her jeans hanging from her open cupboard.

Pulling them out, they are indigo skinny jeans.

“Just pretend these are men's jeans,” Dale says, talking to himself for encouragement.

Threading his legs into the tight material, he struggles to get the waist up and over his larger backside and hips.

“Crap,” Dale gripes, huffing and pulling the jeans up with force. “Why does my ass have to be bigger than Tori! That’s not fair!”

Straining to get the button done up, Dale eventually gets himself into her jeans.

He can feel his ass, hip, and thighs pushing against the stretchy jean material, almost wanting to bust out.

Carefully moving back to her drawers, not wanting the jeans to split open, Dale pulls out a black strap top.

Taking a second to work out which way it goes around, he pulls it over his head and down over his feminine chest.

It covers absolutely non of his shoulders, having just two thin straps.

“This is no better,” Dale sighs, looking at how much cleavage he has on show.

“Tarryn!” he then hears Victoria shout from downstairs. “Get down here already….!”

Giving his feminine reflection a dirty look as he leaves her room, Dale slowly walks down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

As he enters the room, both Victoria and their mom are sitting at the dinner table.

Victoria has changed out of her dress and is now wearing some athletic wear. Dale assumes she must be going for a run after dinner.

Dale feels so very self-conscious of his body as he approaches. Just having his shoulders out felt so strange!

It’s not helped as he notices them both staring at him as he approaches, both clearly judging his outfit choice.

“Nice outfit….Tarryn!” Victoria sarcastically jokes.

“They’re your clothes,” Dale snaps, sitting in his usual spot at the table.

“Are you sure Victoria’s clothes fit……..your figure….?” Their mom nervously asks.

“What do you mean?” Dale questions, loading his plate with some fries.

Victoria leans over and smirks. “She means your ass is too big for those jeans!”

Blushing, Dale looks away from them both. He’s speechless, unable to think of a comeback.

“You’ve got….your mothers behind,” their mom awkwardly giggles, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand on his. “Would be easier if your sister would just change you back, but you can borrow a pair of mine after dinner. Should fit you better.”

Victoria chuckles, amused by the entire situation.

“Ignore her,” their mom says softly, giving Dale a smile.

Leaning towards Dale, their mom gives him a wink. “You’re dad coming home soon,” she whispers. “I’ve not told Victoria. He will help you.”

Sharing a moment, Dale and his mom grin at each other.

Happier knowing that, Dale starts to tuck into his food. Only, his long red hair keeps falling in front of his face. Bite after bite, he feels like he’s eating mostly hair.

“Oh for heaven's sake,” Victoria whines, causing her dining chair to screech as she stands up and moves behind Dale. “I know you’ve only been a girl for like half a day, but use some common sense!”

Just as Victoria tells Dale off, she reaches around his face and gathers all of Dale's long red hair. In a single quick motion, Victoria pulls all his hair back and ties it neatly in a ponytail.

As she sits back down, Dale sways his ponytail from side to side.

“……Thanks…..,” he comments, pleased he can actually eat his dinner and not his hair.

Putting a single French fry into her mouth, Victoria gives him a wry smile.

“Hello….!?” their father then booms from the front of the house, causing Dale to fidget nervously. “Guys….where are you all?”

Bracing himself to be seen in the new female body his sisters forced him into, Dale anxiously smiles as his father struts into the room and instantly stops and stares.

Victoria sees her father's confused look and she begins to smile.

“Hello dear,” Their mother says, pulling out the dining chair next to her. “Come sit down.”

Still staring directly at Dale, his father slowly walks around the table, not breaking his stare for one second. Eventually, he takes a seat and tucks himself in.

“What's going on here Stacey….?” he asks, looking at their mom, but pointing at Dale.

“Long story Mike,” Stacey says, pulling a dirty face at both Dale and Victoria.

Turning to look at Dale, Mike slowly shakes his head from side to side.

“Dale….?” He questions at Dale, before turning to give Victoria an unimpressed glare.

“She started it!” Victoria whines, looking away.

“What’s the trigger for him to transform back to normal….?” Mike moans, rubbing his face in frustration.

“He needs to learn his lesson!” Victoria commands. “I want him to understand what being a girl is like! He can’t just keep being a jerk to me and making fun of my outfits!”

Mike turns to Dale and gently taps his fingers on the table, as he takes the situation in.

“Did you make fun of your sister….?” Mike asks.

Still feeling pretty nervous and seriously self-conscious of his feminine body, Dale folds his arms around his body to try and hide the fact he’s got cleavage out on show.

“I……may…….have,” he slowly replies, looking down at his dinner plate.

“I see….,” Mike says, giving Dale a funny look. “Interesting how much you…..look like your mother when she was younger.”

Dale sighs and thinks about his large backside.

“Don’t think Dale is completely in the wrong,” Stacey says, leaning across the table to grab food to fill Mike's plate. “Victoria then turned your son into a Barbie doll. Poor boy…..”

Mike turns to Stacey with a shocked expression. He doesn’t need to say anything to know how annoyed Mike is about that.

“I know…..,” Stacey says in agreement with Mike's expression, giving Victoria a stern look.

“You both…..,” Mike huffs, looking up to the ceiling. “What are we going to do!”

Dale and Victoria both look at each other. Staring at each other for a moment, Victoria then turns to her father and shrugs.

“I guess Dale has to be Tarryn until prom….,” she says, trying to hold back a giggle.

“Indeed….,” Mike groans in reply.

Turning to Dale and giving a comforting smile, Mike lets out another sigh.

“Sorry Dale. Seems that the trigger will have to be met. You know I can’t do anything once your sister sets one.” Mike says.

Turning to give Victoria a somewhat annoyed expression, Mike raises his hand and starts doing the same circle-type gestures that Victoria used to transform Dale.

“Dad…..?” Victoria says nervously, watching the magic gather around her father. “What are you doing….!?”

A darker, more intense dark mist forms around the dinner table. Victoria then turns to look at Dale before the mist shrouds everyone's vision.

In that instant, both Dale and Victoria feel forces acting upon them. Neither of them knew why, but they were both powerless to stop whatever their father had in mind.

Not even Victoria’s magic could stop her fathers. His was much more potent and intense.

As the mist starts to clear, Victoria and Dale instantly feel different. They are confused by shifted perspectives of the room.

“Oh god!” Victoria moans, quickly realizing that her father has placed her into the body of her now female brother.

Looking down at the outfit Dale has chosen outfit, Victoria is quickly made aware of just how uncomfortable the jeans Dale pick are on his transformed body.

“Dad!” Dale then complains, holding up Victoria’s slender hands in front of his face. “How is this fair! I don’t want to be Tori!”

“You both need to learn a lesson!” Mike commands, giving them both a stern look. “You will both be in each other’s bodies until you’ve worked as a team to get Dale's original form back!”

Victoria gives her father a dirty look.

“You mean I’ve got to transform into a boy before I can have my body back!” she gripes, shivering at the thought.

“Yes,” Mike quickly replies. “I suggest you start working out a plan on how you are going to do that!”

Letting out a loud sigh, Dale grits his teeth and looks down at Victoria’s body that he now possesses.

“That means I’ve gotta wear that nasty dress!” he whines.

“Stop it Tarryn!” Victoria blurts out, shaking her head. “It looks nice on me!”

Giving her a dirty look with her own face, he shakes his head.

“You're going out for a run after dinner too!” Victoria demands, pointing at the athletic wear Dale now has wrapped around his smaller, less curvey frame. “You need to lose a few pounds!”

Giving his sister a sinister look, he reaches across the table and grabs a slice of pizza. Slamming the pizza into his mouth, he gobbles it down in front of her.

Victoria gives him a look of disgust but then turns to her mother with a look of discomfort.

“Can I borrow some of your jeans…?” she asks, having to reach down to unbutton the jeans.

“Sure,” Stacey says smiling. “Maybe this will be good for you both!”

“Doubt it,” Dale sarcastically replies, still trying to chew through the slive of pizza filling his mouth.