A New Sister

Tyler got everything he ever dreamed about. Too bad he didn't know what he'd have to sacrifice. 😉 

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Tyler stared out the window at the enormous front garden of his home. He was more comfortable than he’d ever been in his whole life. 

Too bad it wasn’t his life anymore. 

Last year, when Tyler first heard the Coulson widow was looking to adopt another teenager, he was ecstatic. She was beyond wealthy, and the rumor was she’d pledged to support her new children long after they reached adulthood. That was good, because Tyler was on the verge of graduating high school and barely counted as a teenager anymore. Still, he considered himself as a good candidate: He was good-looking (if a little scrawny), he’d never been arrested, and he was drug-free.

And he was right! Mrs. Coulson took one look at Tyler and said, “I’ll take him,” like she was buying a nice steak at the market.

Even though he was expecting a beautiful house, Tyler was shocked when they drove up to the mansion. It looked like the kind of house Bruce Wayne was supposed to live in!

“These are your new sisters, Anna, Erica, and Lauren.” Mrs. Coulson said as she introduced Tyler to the beautiful girls waiting in the foyer. They were a tad older, but only by a year. Not one of them cracked a smile—in fact, they seemed downright miserable—but they were damn hot.

That was when the weird-tasting meals started. At first, Tyler figured his taste buds weren’t used to the food wealthy people ate, but he soon noticed huge changes to his body. For starters, he lost all his body hair. It literally dropped off in the shower one morning, then there was the strange swellings...

“You’re coming along nicely,” his sister Erica remarked one day. “By the summer I bet we’ll have to get you a bikini.”

“What do you mean?” Tyler asked.

“Oh, you haven’t figured it out yet? Hm. I guess it took me a while, too. The mind has a way of blinding you to unpleasant truths.” She gave Tyler a sad smile and strode away.

Even then, Tyler still didn’t put two and two together until the next month. Of course, it was already far too late. He’d lost most of his muscle mass, his skin was soft, and his ass had grown to twice its previous size. As for his breasts, well, they were also the “home grown,” as Mrs. Coulson would said.

After the surprise surgery to remove his testicles, Tyler had no chance of returning to his old life. Mrs. Coulson switched out his wardrobe to skirts and blouses, and let him know he’d been attending a prestigious women’s college in the fall.

So, as Tyler stared out the window and saw Mrs. Coulson escorting another young man into the mansion, he sighed. When he and his sisters were called down to welcome their new brother, Tyler only nodded at him glumly. Maybe this young man would escape the fate that had befallen Tyler and his “sisters.”

But probably not.