Dawn came back from university tired. She went charging up to her room to rest.

What she didn’t expect to find there was her older brother, Mark, wearing her old school summer dress…

She started laughing. She couldn’t help it. At the same time, she thought it was kind of creepy. That was before Mark’s tear-filled face turned towards her.

“Help me!”, he said, in a strangled voice. “I can’t…!”

Dawn watched in amazement as Mark then gagged himself, with a gingham patterned muzzle. He then went and sat at the dressing table and put his hair into a pigtail, using a matching pink scrunchie.

He then put on a school coat, pulled the hood up and fastened the storm shield to hide the muzzle, pushed past Dawn and left.

Dawn was shocked. Where the heck was he going, and wearing that, of all things? Also, he didn’t seem to be doing it willingly…

Suddenly, she started feeling dizzy. Everything around her seemed to be rippling, as if she was having a bad headache. At the same time, she headed for the wardrobe, stripping as she did so…

In the back of the wardrobe was another summer dress…

Fighting for control, Dawn ended up dressed identically to her brother. There had been another muzzle waiting for her on the dressing table.

She then left the flat, shutting the door behind her. As all her keys, wallet and everything were inside the flat, this effectively locked her out. She had a horrible feeling that she wouldn’t be returning…

Two weeks later, Dawn and Mark’s mother, Shannon, arrived at the airport. She’d found it strange that she hadn’t been able to get in touch; especially since it was Dawn’s birthday that week. Dawn had sent her a spare set of keys, to be used in case of emergencies; as far as she was concerned, this qualified.

Shannon let herself into the flat. First thing she noticed straight away was the clothes strewn all over; Dawn was a tidy person, so this was very unlike her. She looked around but couldn’t find anyone. Then she saw Dawn’s purse on the bed, and Mark’s wallet on the dressing table. His phone was next to his wallet, and Dawn’s was on the bed by her purse. What the hell was going on…? With trembling hands, she called the police…

The police investigated; checking both Mark’s and Dawn’s phones, which Shannon had the passcodes for, they could see that notifications had been going unanswered for two weeks, so they opened an official missing persons case.

Poor Shannon had no idea where her children had gone, and neither did the police…

Across town, in a self-contained basement, Mark and Dawn were just waking up to start their ‘day’. Their day consisted of going to school, sitting at desks in a classroom designed to look like a primary school, scaled up for them so they fit.

Neither had been able to speak since they had been taken; they had been sedated as soon as they arrived, all their body hair removed, even from their heads, then sealed into transparent pink full body latex suits which covered them completely from head to foot. Mark’s suit gave him the outline of a girl, complete with breasts; it also hid his ‘boy parts’ under a very realistic vagina. They both ended up looking like identical twin sisters, apart from the fact that the suits were transparent. Mark could just about see Dawn under the latex of her suit and vice versa.

They had next been fitted with brunette wigs with pigtails white socks and plimsolls and dressed up in their summer dresses. They had been turned, effectively, into dolls, and were now being played with like dolls, being made to go to school then play with each other afterward, learning how to sew and knit.

Any attempt at resistance was ruthlessly dealt with; the air vents in their suits were sealed at the slightest sign of rebellion. Mark found this out when he refused to attend ‘class’ one day; Dawn was made to watch in terror as he struggled to breathe, only being allowed air as he passed out. She had had to carry him back to his room.

Rewards for good behaviour actually disgusted both of them, to start with; the reward was to let them sleep together, trying to turn them into a lesbian couple. After a while, however, both Dawn and Mark found themselves looking forward to their nights together. Mark embraced them quickly, with Dawn soon following.

Both Dawn and Mark were expected to sleep naked, clad only in their transparent pink suits. The first nights together were spent exploring their suits, trying to find ways of removing them; this turned out to be impossible, as the suits were moulded to them. The nights together after that were spent exploring their sexual ‘availability’; Mark’s artificial vagina proved to be very sensitive, as did his nipples. After Dawn had rubbed against him in bed, he decided to return the favour…

Dawn was soon arching her back and moaning as Mark’s fingers entered her vagina, first one, then two. She had been a virgin before being ‘taken’; she had never expected that it would he her own brother that gave her her first orgasm…

Smiling, she then did likewise to Mark…

The pair finally broke that night. From then on, they never needed to be punished, only rewarded. This made it a real wrench to the pair to find themselves back in their own flat…

Mark, now Marsha, woke first. With a shriek, she shot out of bed and raced over to the mirror. There was no sign of the pink latex suit that she had been sealed in; she looked like a perfectly ordinary, very attractive, woman, wearing a pink latex bra and knickers.

The shriek had woken Dawn; she came flying into the bedroom. She knew at once who the gorgeous brunette in front of the mirror was and threw her arms around her. She was dressed identically in pink latex.

Marsha was still scared. Dawn stroked her head, trying to calm her. The two went back to bed together, cuddling, Marsha still shivering.

At the same time, Shannon came back to the flat from the police station. She gasped as she saw the pair in the bed.

“Dawn?”, she shrieked. “Where the hell did you come from? And who’s this?”

“This is Marsha”, Dawn said. “My girlfriend.”

“Where have you been?”, she asked. “And, where the hell is Mark?”

“I think you’d better sit down”, said Dawn. “This may take a bit of explaining…”