You are the youngest son of a family of absolute femboys. You have two dads, and two brothers, all of which are die-hard femboys. But you weren't about that. You didn't necessarily want to be a femboy like the others. Your family didn't take that too kindly. Usually they would just tell you about all the benefits of being a femboy, like being conventionallu attractive to most spectrums, being less aggressive from the low testosterone, and being able to do manly or girly things without being questioned in public. But you guessed they had enough because...

When you came home from school one morning and went to your room, you found it completely decked out in soft comfortable items and covered in a whole spectrum of pink shades. The door then slammed on you with a metallic click, locking you inside. When you tried to open the locked door to no avail you tried the window. You were on the second floor, dropping from there would definitely break both your legs. Suddenly you heard your older brothers on the other side.

Azrael: "Sorry little bro, we tried to convert you the nice and easy way, now we have to do this the hard way. Dads' words, not ours."

Felix: "Yeah...Don't worry, you're in here as long as it takes for you to become a femboy like us. We'll bring you food and water, estrogen pills, and your anxiety medication, just call us."

Azreal: "And I laid out some femboy clothes for you on your bed, which I also packed with fluffy pillows and plushies. Me and our dads helped decorate your room. Get well soon little bro."

You heard them start to walk away.