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The two bratty girls in their booty-shorts held their hands over their mouths as they watched their big brother wiggle around in total humiliation. Kyle's eyes wildly darted from his mom's toned legs draped over his lap to the ceiling, to the big bay window, and to the stairwell where his sisters sat and watched while stifling their laughter. Before you think you can handle girls just because you're big, strong boy, I want you to remember the time they tied you up and turned you into a baby girl and tickled you as pink as the tights you're wearing." She draped her legs over his, letting their weight press down on the toothbrushes so that they tickled him harder, "I want you to remember this moment the next time you're about to under estimate girls, honey. Kyle growled, awkwardly shifting in the stroller while his face gradually changed different shades of red as he was reminded of how cocky he'd been when his mom had left for her trip at the beginning of the weekend. Sitting down on the coffee table next to him and crossing her legs, Lisa leaned back on one arm and held her camera with the other, recording her interrogation, "Remember when I warned you not to let your guard down around those two? Remember when you told me a pair of girls could never give the runaround?" Shaking her head, Lisa watched Kyle continue to writhe, taking great satisfaction in giving him a smug 'I warned you' expression. Removing her phone from the pocket of her athletic jacket, Lisa carefully framed her squirming son in the center of the shot and snapped a picture, much to his frustration, "I'm sorry, but this is priceless." Lisa was trying not to laugh as Kyle sputtered into his pacifier, "Mmmmphhh! Mmmmmm mmmmm! Gnnngg mmm gnngg mmmff mmm mmm!" Lisa set her other hand onto her hip, taking a few more steps into the room until she loomed over her bound and gagged son, "Babysitting girls was a little too much to handle?" "Nnng grrllfff tnnnff mmm mmphh!" The blonde wig stuck to Kyle's head was done up in pigtails, which bounced around as he shook his head about in ticklish desperation. His shiny buckled shoes rubbed against the plastic stroller, squicking and squeaking from the constant friction. His arms were melded to his sides with the brown twine rope, his hands balled up into fists and trapped inside under thick wads of duct tape that prevented him from picking at his bindings. His legs were spread open, offering a full view of the cartoon characters imprinted on the crotch of his diaper. An electric tooth brush was tucked away into each of the socks and relentlessly bristled against his thighs, ensuring that there was no dignity left to him as he twisted about in a ticklish fit. Forced into a pair of pink tights, a mini dress, bonnet,thigh high socks, and diaper, the muscled seventeen-year-old had been utterly trounced and trussed into a humiliating defeat. Kyle's face flushed hot with embarrassment as he writhed in the stroller, watching his mom's eyes slowly travel up and down his predicament.
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Lisa propped a hand on her hip and held the other to her forehead, blown away at how such a strong boy could let a pair of smaller girls do this to him, "I mean.just how?" Tied up tight, Kyle was squeezed into a strict wrapping of twine rope that kept him strapped down into a stroller, his mouth filled with a pacifier that bobbed up and down as he tried to force it from between his lips, "Mmmphh! Mmmm mmmm mmmm!" "What the.how?" Lisa gave her wide-eyed son a puzzled look." When she made it into the living room her jaw nearly hit the floor when she learned why the house was so quiet. Catching a glimpse of herself in the full body mirror hanging at the end of the long hallway leading out of the kitchen, she paused to admire her figure in the tight purple leggings she wore, fussing her hair into a neat pony tail before continuing into the house. Lisa set her bags down at the door, curiously investigating the suspicious silence. "Kids, I'm home!" Lisa Becker called out to her teens, "Kyle?! Tracy?! Daisy?!"