Mike the sissy

He'd gone from a scrawny little kid to a svelte teen. My jaw dropped in surprise at what he as wearing - his scruffy jeans and tee shirt was gone and in their place were a tight, sleeveless tee shirt in light pink, a pair of tight shorts and a pair of tights. His hair was now shoulder length and well groomed and his skin looked pale, smooth and hairless. I blinked noticing he now wore make-up; not heavily done like a lot of girls did, but rather a little bit of pale lipstick and eyeshadow to compliment his face and make it softer and matching nail varnish on his manicured nails. He looked down at himself and gasped.