Sweet Dreams TG

Ryan was exhausted after a long day of classes. The halls of the dorm were quiet, most students already settling in for the night. He fumbled with his keys, barely paying attention as he turned the handle and pushed open the door. It wasn’t until he stepped inside that he realized something was wrong.

Instead of his messy room and familiar clutter, he was greeted by shocked gasps. Three girls stood in the middle of the room—half-dressed in their underwear, clearly getting ready for bed.

“Whoa, what the—” Ryan stammered, eyes wide in panic.

Before he could explain or back out, one of the girls, a blonde with piercing green eyes, sprang forward and grabbed his arm, yanking him fully into the room and slamming the door behind him.

“Are you serious? You just walk into our room like that?” she demanded, her voice dripping with disbelief.

“I—I’m sorry! I thought it was my room, I swear!” Ryan sputtered, trying to free himself from her iron grip.

The other two girls—one with short red hair, the other with long dark curls—stood behind her, arms crossed, smirking as they looked him up and down.

“Not so fast,” the redhead said with a wicked grin. “You’ve seen us in our underwear, so you’ll have to pay for that. No way you’re getting out of this easily.”

Ryan’s heart raced, panic creeping up his spine. “Look, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to—"

“Too late,” the dark-haired girl interrupted. “You want to see what it’s like? Fine. We’ll make sure you fit right in.”

The blonde nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Since you’re so interested in what we look like, why don’t you become one of us?”

Before Ryan could react, the girls pounced on him, pulling him deeper into the room. He struggled, but it was three against one, and they easily overpowered him, pushing him onto the bed as they stripped off his clothes.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Ryan shouted, but they just laughed, holding him down as they rummaged through their drawers.

“You’ve seen us in our bras and panties,” the redhead teased, holding up a lacy black bra and matching thong. “Now, it’s your turn.”

Ryan squirmed, but they moved quickly, tugging a skin-tight, flesh-toned bodysuit over his legs and up his torso. The suit clung to him unnervingly, molding itself to his body until he could feel the fake breasts pressed against his chest, full and heavy, the feeling of a strange pressure where the suit gave him a functional fake vagina.

The girls weren’t done. They slid the lacy black thong over the bodysuit, adjusting it so the thin fabric pressed against his new curves. The matching bra came next, cupping the fake breasts, pushing them up to look unnervingly real.

“Oh, you look precious,” the blonde cooed mockingly as she placed a long black wig on his head, the silky strands falling to his shoulders. They pierced his ears with fake gold hoops, and the redhead applied a thick layer of glossy pink lip gloss to his lips, smiling as she worked.

Ryan felt his heart pound in his chest. The bodysuit was disturbingly realistic, his chest rising and falling with the weight of the fake breasts, the feeling of the thong digging into his skin unsettling. He tried to protest, but the words caught in his throat as they turned him toward the mirror.

His reflection was unrecognizable. The black wig framed his face, his lips glossy and full, the lacy underwear accentuating his new curves. He looked like a girl—a sexy girl—dressed for a night in.

“There,” the dark-haired girl said with a satisfied grin. “Now you look like one of us.”

Ryan stared at his reflection in disbelief, trying to make sense of what was happening. He opened his mouth to protest, but the blonde cut him off.

“Since you’ve seen us like this, you’ll have to join our little sleepover,” she said, tugging him toward the circle of blankets and pillows on the floor. “Don’t worry, we’ll teach you how to act.”

Over the next few hours, Ryan was forced to participate in their sleepover games. They painted his nails a bright pink, giggling as he awkwardly tried to adjust to his new appearance. He was made to sit with his legs crossed like a girl, to join in on their gossip, and even to pose for a few selfies that the girls gleefully threatened to share around campus.

Every time he tried to argue or escape, they teased him, reminding him that he was the one who barged into their room. They made him do silly, feminine dances, forcing him to move his hips and flaunt the curves the bodysuit had given him.

As the night wore on, Ryan’s initial panic gave way to a simmering humiliation, the weight of the situation sinking in. He was stuck in their game, powerless as they enjoyed every second of his humiliation.

By the time the sleepover wound down, Ryan was left sitting on the floor in his lacy black lingerie, completely defeated. The girls, now fully clothed, looked down at him with smug satisfaction.

“Well,” the blonde said with a smirk, “I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just in case—next time, make sure you check the room number.”

Ryan could only nod, his cheeks burning with shame.