Boys Night? Girls Night!!

Oh my, so this is what you call a "boys night," huh? Seems like you've got your pizza and games, but with an extra activity you didn't mention to me...

If you enjoy dressing like a girl, I'm actually okay with it. Especially since you guys can do your own makeup so well. With those long hair extensions, nobody would even suspect you're a "guy." Honestly, I don't think I could do it as skillfully as you.

By the way, where did you guys get those boobs? They look about the same size as mine. Wait! Is that my bra you're wearing, sweetie? And my panties too!? Sweetie, it's not acceptable to wear my lingerie, even if it fits you perfectly!

I think it's time for you to have your own set. I want all three of you to dress up like this and meet me here at 1 PM tomorrow. Yes, all three of you! I believe the other two are also sneaking their girlfriends' underwear. That's not going to happen again.

From now on, each of you should have your own bras, panties, dresses, skirts, and anything feminine. When you visit here, I want you to dress like this, and yes, sweetie, that means you will be dressing as a girl full-time while in the house.

Tomorrow, we're going shopping, and I want all three of you to go out as girls. We'll buy your own bras, panties, dresses, and even heels! Exciting, isn't it? But if you don't come tomorrow, I won't just let your girlfriends know, but all of your friends too! Understood?

This is going to be so much fun. Enjoy your "girls' nights," boys!

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