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A cool breeze floated through the air, relaxing everyone it touched amidst the spring's heat. A brook babbled nearby, as the water slowly caressed the rocks contained within its bed. The whole stream was surrounded by shade provided by dense foliage of the oak trees that lined it. It was a serene spot, which brought Sean here this day, and many days before it. His dark hair was shuffled by the breeze, and he ran a hand through it, attempting to adjust it, but failing. Sean possessed handsome features, for he was not unattractive. He had a strong build, tanned skin, and a rugged, warm face, but he hadn't always looked this way. He was just lucky he had grown out of the way he was before by his junior year of high school, which he was now in. However his previous appearance had scarred him mentally, and his attitude towards other people could still be summed up with one word, shy. He stood by the brook clad in boots, and jeans, and black t-shirt which concealed some of his features, but revealed his broad chest. He liked spending time here, because it offered him peace of mind, something not obtainable in his house at home. Nor could he seek it amongst his friends, for he had few, if any. He kept to himself mostly, known to all as a loner. He didn't mind that though, its what felt comfortable to him. Maybe though if he had some more friends it wouldn't of turned out the way it did though, maybe everything would still be the same, maybe it wouldn't, but its hard to tell when magic is involved, or whatever it was that rock he found there by the stream that day doled out. Maybe Sean wouldn't have turned out the way he did, and everything could have been avoided. Alex went in, pressing his lips to Angela's, his girlfriend of several months. They stayed pressed for several moments before he finally pulled back, and gazed at her smiling face. He was lucky to have her, and he knew it. Angela was the beauty every guy wanted. She wasn't the drop dead gorgeous cheerleader, or the exotic beauty from a far, but her raven hair, and her smooth skin made her more of the girl next door type. Alex knew it was her smile though that brought him to that high, and though Angela loved the way that her built boy friend with auburn hair looked, it was his sweetness that swept her in, and kept her coming back for more. They sat together on a park bench on the same day Sean was down by the brook, a Sunday to be exact, with school looming just on the horizon of the coming day. Alex slowly reached up to stroke Angela's face, and knew he made the right decision to spend the day with her. He smiled, and echoed his thoughts inside, "You look beautiful." She smiled back at him, and pulled him back in for a kiss, "Thanks lover." Her eyes darted skyward, and then quickly about her as she took in her surroundings. "It's so nice out, I'm so glad we came." Alex was more preoccupied with her instead, taking in the way her generous bust protruded from her tank top, and the way her soft beautiful legs flowed from the hem of her skirt. Echoing his thoughts again he asked her, "I don't deserve you, do I?" Mockingly she shook her head, "No. But I feel if you do a good deed, you're rewarded in heaven." Laughing, Alex pulled her inward, surrounding her in his arms, and the two embraced with Angela gazing out to the side, Alex's head resting atop hers. She felt loved, and happy, while he felt proud and lucky. It wasn't to last. Sean, rock in hand, walked up the walkway to his house. He didn't know why, but something had compelled him to take the rock with him. The light had struck it in such a way that he felt he needed to take it with him, almost like he had no choice. He looked up at his house, the small little house that housed him and his four brother and sisters, and their mother. His father had left them years before without even a word, and now she was responsible for all of them. Sean was the oldest male, which left him with most of the responsibilities in the house. Opening the door to the house he could already hear the sounds of fighting coming from one of the other rooms. There was always fighting, it bothered him as much as everything else did. He didn't always want to come back here, but sometimes he had no choice. Much like taking the rock, it was like he was compelled to just return, if not for the fact that he rarely had anywhere else to go. Climbing the stairs though he heard his name called out from behind. Sighing he knew it belonged to his sister Bridget. His older sister Bridget. Turning to face her, he regarded her coolly as he always did. He had always felt like she had shirked some of the responsibilities as the oldest, and let them fall on him. She seemed so petty to him, always thinking of herself, and never the others in the family. This time was no different, and he knew it even before she opened her mouth to say, "Did Greg call?" Bridget was quite homely, but even still she still had quite the roundtable of gentlemen callers, which was because, as Sean suspected, because she must put out. He had answered the phone earlier indeed, and had spoken to one of them, but he couldn't recall the person's name right now. "Yeah, sure." Slowly he turned around to ascend the stairs again feeling that the conversation had been concluded successfully, but he found himself in error. "Well did you take a message?" she prodded, her tone of annoyance rising at her brother's failure to be her secretary. "No," came Sean's simple reply. "Why not?" Gosh Sean you always do this," she whined. "Why can't you be a bit more helpful around here?" Furious at her words, Sean became enraged, and hollered back at her, "You're such a baby!" And so she was. Sean was about to continue his rant, but as he turned he found a little toddler lying on the floor, still clothed in diapers, and wearing burettes in her thin hair. She looked up at him with expecting eyes, as if he was supposed to do something. Sean stood there in shock, as he tried to comprehend how a toddler could be were an instant ago his stupid sister had been. He suspected a prank however, and quickly went back down the stairs looking around each corner for Bridget, but found no sign. Two of his younger brothers burst through the room with toy guns playing cops and robbers before finally flying through into the next room, and he heard the sound of wailing come from the other room, that of a child. He could hear his mother stirring before finally her voice became clear, "Now, now Bridget, quit all the fussing." Sean turned around in awe at his mother as she picked up the girl, and held her in her arms, rocking her back and forth. Was it really some joke he wondered that everyone was playing on him, or was it something else. There was no way it could be true. Could there? He became aware of the object in his hand, and slowly he opened his hand to reveal the rock he had found down by the stream. This couldn't be the cause of everything could it? Wrapping his fingers around it again, he raced passed his mom, and into his room, slamming the door behind him as his mother comforted his now much younger sister. Slowly Angela piled her school books she had taken home last weekend into her locker, brushing stray strands of her shoulder length hair back into place, brushing up against her hoop earrings. She smoothed out her dark turtleneck, and paused a moment to feel discontent for the onset of cooler temperatures after it being so warm on the weekend. She was looking forward to seeing Alex though, even know he was running late at the moment was she was disheartened by, for it meant less time they could spend before the bell rang. Filling her bag with the books she was need for the classes before lunch, she happened to gaze to her left to see the person coming down the hall. She barely knew him even though his locker was right next to hers, and they were in the same grade, but there was some thing about him today that seemed to catch her attention. He was clad in nice shoes, and dark pants, fastened by a nice leather belt. He wore a button down shirt, and though she felt it was a little odd, a sports blazer over that. He could of easily been going to work rather than attending class, but the pack over his shoulder indicated his true purpose of student. She followed him with her eyes as he passed behind her, and then came up to the locker next to her. Catching Angela's gaze, Sean looked down and smiled. "Hey." "Uh hey," said Angela, turning away in guilt. She realized she had been starring, and she had been caught, but there was something about the way he moved, it was almost like he was packed with confidence, and it exuded from him that drew her attention. "You look nice today," he added, observing her dark pants, and the turtleneck. She looked semi-professional, almost like she could be the sales representative of some company. It was very mature, and he found it to his liking. Sean knew a little more about Angela though, for he had watched her from a far since freshman year. He didn't have a crush on her, but he definitely found her attractive to say the least. "Thanks," she blushed. She leaned over, and slowly zipped her pack up. Sean watched her move, and could feel his lust for her beginning to build. There was something about her that suddenly sparked his interest. He had been experimenting since the day before, and the tests had been successful, very successful. He now had wealth, and a nice car, and his family had a bigger house. His mother didn't even have to work any more to support them. He had been the bigger brother and taken care of his family, and as he clutched the rock, he decided it was time to get what he wanted. The rock though could only obey. His thoughts slowly began to warp under the influence of the rock's energy, and he began to consider what it was that he wanted, and as Angela slowly stood back up, he had made up his mind. "We should go out sometime," he told her, not asked. She blushed again, but was a bit taken a back. In her mind there was no one else but Alex. She was flattered, but knew she had to pass. "I'm sorry," she replied. "I'm with someone." "Yeah," said Sean in a commanding tone, "you're with me." Angela was taken a back again, but suddenly she was struck with a very strange sensation, almost as she couldn't remember something. She rubbed her temple for a moment, trying to straighten her thoughts out, before looking up, and seeing Sean standing there. "I'm sorry sweetie," she told him. "I'm feeling weird, did you say something?" Sean slowly slid his hand around her midsection and pulled her closer to him. Pleased by his touch, she slid her arms around his neck. "I was reminding you about dinner tonight," he told her. "We have reservations." "Wouldn't miss it for the world," she told him, and then pecked him on the lips. "But I'm going to be late for class, if I don't hurry up." She slowly pulled her bag up, and with a flip of her head, her hair fell behind her back. "How do I look?" "Beautiful," said Sean. "You know I think of you as such a sexy, classy girl." Angela grinned, and slowly her demeanor changed softly, and confidence built behind her eyes. She put her finger to his lips to silence him. "Hold that til I get back lover," she said, giving him a knowing smile. Slowly she walked away, and Sean watched her as she departed down the way, her stride opening a little bit more, as she shook her money maker for all she was worth. No longer did she give off the vibe as the girl next door, now it was something different, something more erotic. She glanced over her shoulder, and blew him a kiss, and he pretended to catch it, as she waved at him. Alex came through the main doors to the school in quite a huff. His old Buick had given out on him, so he had to rush to school on his feet, and it wasn't quite the run he was hoping for, so he bent over his hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath. He had been so rushed he still wore the same jeans and t-shirt from the other day. His whole day suddenly got better though as he watched Angela walking towards him. Everything though shattered as she walked right past without even a word. "Angela!" he called out. "Oh hey Alex," she replied with a wave, and then turned back around. "Hey?" he asked as he moved in front of her, "not even a good morning kiss." "Oh get over yourself," she told him, brushing him off with a quick statement. "You're not that good looking. Besides Sean wouldn't like it." "Who's Sean?" he asked, dumbfounded, wondering what he had to do with his girlfriend and her kissing him. "My boyfriend, duh," she replied sarcastically. "When did this happen?" he asked her. "When did we break up?" "Break up?" she asked him in a shocked tone, "We never went out dumb ass." "What are you talking about?" asked Alex. "We sat together in the park yesterday." "Uh no," replied Angela, "I was at a Car show with Sean. Why would I be hanging out in some park with a loser like you anyway? Later!" With a single statement Angela had destroyed Alex's day. They had been so close yesterday, and now she acted like they never had been anything. He watched her walk away from him, and noticed the way her hips were more pronounced as she moved. What was going on he wondered, and who was this Sean character supposed to be?" First period went by, and Alex couldn't even focus. He was distraught at the way Angela reacted, and wondered if it had just been some joke that she was playing on him for being late. That wasn't really her style, but maybe she was having a bad day, and was taking it out on him. He wondered, and as he left his class, he decided to find her, and try and ascertain what was going on. He had only turned the corner when everything changed. Angela was there with her hands wrapped around some guy's neck, as his hands slid down her back to grab her ass. Alex watched in shock as some guy made out with his girlfriend right before his very eyes. Anger boiled over in his system, and he dropped his pack, and stalked over to the two. Ready to deck the guy, he pulled Angela off him, and grabbed him by the shoulder. Alex was no stranger to martial arts, and knew how to take this guy apart, piece by piece if need be, but Sean had a trump card up his sleeve, and Alex called out, "What do you think you're doing?" Sean was ready. "Yo dude, chill," he told Alex, and suddenly Alex took his hand off Sean, and relaxed, though he appeared confused to Sean. Alex knew he was supposed to be mad, and angry, but for some reason, he was just normal, not angry or mad. Angela was a little ticked though that she had been peeled off her boyfriend by this raving lunatic. "I'm just hanging with my girl." "She's my girlfriend," Alex replied, more of a statement like you would say on introductions, not when trying to argue. "Yeah right," mocked Angela. "Get out of here you loser." Angela stared burning daggers at the boy she used to be so closed too, and placed her hands on her hips to emphasize the point. Feeling secure, Sean released the rock from his grasp inside the pockets of his slacks. Confused, and disoriented, Alex retreated towards his pack, the other students looking on in the same confusion as well. They were ready for a fight to break out, but when none did, lost interest. As Alex retreated, Sean and Angela watched him go, Sean in concern, and Angela in resentment for being interrupted. "Finally." Turning back to her new boyfriend, she smiled in a seductive manner, and asked, "So where were we?" Alex spent the rest of the morning in a daze, trying to wrap his head around everything. He pieced together the simple facts first, that everything was different then how he remembered it. Angela was with some dude, instead of him, and she never remembered going out with him the first place, and instead of being angry about it, he felt no different about it then he did about the rest of his life. Everything changed during the morning though he realized, and he suspected it might have something to do with the guy that Angela was with now. He was no longer angry about the two of them being together, because the rock had seen to that, but his anger about what Sean had done was beginning to build. He was heartened by this turn events though, because he felt something instead of complacently. At lunch he became determined to find this guy, and after taking a quick scan of the lunch room, he could locate neither Angela or her new ?boyfriend.' Moving outside he found one of them on the edge of the courtyard. Sean stood in the shade with two other guys, smoking. Alex recognized the two other guys as Dale, and a guy they called Moose, both linebackers for the school's football team, so as you can imagine, they were big guys. Still determined to find answers, Alex decided to risk it, and move over to Sean. Sean found himself enjoying the company of his two ?new' friends, which he had been so clever to befriend with the power of his rock. Dale and Moose were now more than willing to work with Sean instead of against him, and showed him the wonderful taste of cigarettes, a pleasure he had denied himself in the past, and why he wondered. They laughed as Dale concluded a joke about a stripper and a donkey, and when he heard a voice from behind. "Excuse me." Turning to face the voice he found the guy from before in the hallway, who he assumed had been Angela's former boyfriend. He smiled smugly at Alex. The smile only enraged Alex further, and taxed his patience from lashing out at Sean. "I think you owe me some answers." "What are you talking about?" was Sean's counter question. "Why are you still bothering me?" "You took Angela away from me," Alex told him, "I want to know how." Sean removed the smoke from his mouth, and flicked it away. Exhaling, he blew the smoke in Alex's face causing him to cough. Dale and Moose both chuckled to Alex's reaction of the smoke, which only egged Sean on more. He considered Alex cautiously for a second, and wondered about him. Alex could possibly be a potential problem for him, so he had to find away to remove that problem. He could just will the problem away with the rock, and make Alex forget, but that didn't seem like much fun. Besides maybe he could help his new friends out at the same time. "Come with me," was Sean's only answer, as he walked back towards the school, opening the two large doors to an empty hallway. They stood just inside the door, and Alex instantly regretted his choice, as Sean stood in front of him, and Dale and Moose on either side behind him. Sean had seen the logic though, and issued his first command, "Hold him." Dale, and Moose both took a hold of one of Alex's arms, and held him place as he tried to shake himself free. Futile was struggle, and he found himself immobile. "What is this?" he asked Sean. "I have a feeling you're not just going to go away," said Sean, "so I've decided to rectify the situation myself. Slowly he looked over Alex as he wrapped his hands around the rock inside the pocket of his slacks. He approached the task he was contemplating as a painter would a canvas, and slowly figured out each stroke with his mind, before finally he was ready. "Let me go," cried Alex, as he struggled again to try and free himself. Sean smirked to himself as Alex tried to reason in vain, and was ready for his first stroke, "You whine like a girl." "Let me go," echoed Alex again, but this time it came out different. His voice was softer, and several octaves higher. It sounded like a little girl saying it, rather than the well built guy standing there. It certainly provoked a chuckle from Dale, and Moose, but still went unnoticed by Alex as he struggled. Sean chuckled to himself, and came up closer to Alex. "Someone with such a thin frame as yourself shouldn't try to struggle. You could get hurt." Suddenly it felt like Moose, and Dale had gotten stronger, and it was harder for Alex to try and move. Sean could only watch as Alex's frame was that of a thin boy, almost sickly. He wondered about how long Alex had spent on all those muscles he had lost in an instant. His clothes looked baggy on him now, like he was wearing something two sizes two big. Sean smiled again as he prepared another stroke on his canvas. "You're kind of short for a guy too." Alex was too caught up in rage to notice the world become bigger around him as he shrank to five and a half feet, more than a half foot shorter than he was before. Sean could only marvel as he began to circle around the ensnared Alex. Pleased with the results so far, and enjoying himself thoroughly, Sean felt that it was time for a few cosmetic changes. Looking over Alex's hair, he decided that was quite not right, and decided Alex should know it. "I don't know why you let your blonde hair grow all the way down to your narrow shoulders. It looks kind of girly to me." In an instant Alex's hair went from short and dark to long and blonde, and the way it was parted, and the way it bounced when it hit his shoulders looked like a girl's hair style. Alex though was still oblivious to the changes, still too angry at Sean to care. "Honestly you look more like a girl than a guy." Alex's body softened out, his skin became smoother, and his back side looked more feminine than masculine. His face became softer too, his cheekbones raised a little bit higher as well. There were other less noticeable changes as well. His hands, and feet were smaller and daintier. His fingernails had lengthened too. "Go to hell," squeaked out Alex in his sultry feminine voice that now fit the person it came with. Sean now stood behind him gazing from Alex's locks down towards his bottom. Keeping this part of the change to himself he wondered what Alex would look with wider hips, and slowly they flared out to meet Sean's design, as the thin frame Sean had given him created a narrow waist. The fabric of the material was stretched to its fullest extent which had to pinch. Alex's butt slowly began to push outwards as it became padded with fat. Not too large, but big enough so that it was quite attractive, giving off a heart shaped look, and further stretching the jeans too their limit. From behind, Sean thought, Alex looked all girl, but the front still needed some work. "You don't shave you legs do you?" mocked Sean. "I think a pair of smooth legs on a girl is definitely a turn on." Alex could feel a tingling in his legs but passed all the sensations off to being held down by the two lumbering fools above him. He glared at Sean with pure hatred which continued to build as Sean mocked him. Sean stood in front of him again, and took his chin by the hand, and shook his head. "Such a pretty, exotic face too." As Sean stepped away, Alex's face was no more. Instead his eyebrows were thin and arched, and his eyes had a natural darkness around them, and were also larger than before. His lips were larger and pouty, and his chin was more round, less defined. He looked exotic as Sean commanded, and even seductive. As he glared at Sean though, Sean could only smile as the sex appeal of even the glare was amazing. Sean thought he might be enjoying himself a bit too much, but he knew he couldn't stop quite yet, he wasn't done yet. Anyone who saw Alex would think him a girl at this point, but there were a few more final touches, that Sean couldn't resist. Such a beautiful body didn't deserve to be so flat in the front. Slowly Sean leaned over Alex, and whispered into his ear. "Really, the way you look, you should have a nice, big pair of tits to go with it." Alex became aware of his shirt growing tighter, and could only look down in awe as he saw two mounds protruding from his chest. They looked huge from his perspective, and suddenly his anger took a right turn at fear, and he started to panic. He could see other changes, and feel them within himself. He was totally different, and helpless. Somehow Sean was doing this to him, but how was that possible. Slowly Alex tried to struggle again, grunting softly almost like a porn star in the throws of sex. "You look hot," said Sean in a complementary way. He was ready to deal his last surprise to his body. "I'd bang you. I'm sure with a body like that you must have a tight, sensitive, moist pussy just waiting to be fucked by some guy." The last blow had been dealt by Sean, and Alex could feel something deep down was different. He began to feel wet, almost like he was peeing his pants, but he wasn't. Slowly Sean placed a hand on Alex's thigh, and moved it upwards towards his new maidenhead, brushing it slightly, and Alex shuddered with both pleasure, and fear, releasing a soft sigh. "What do you think guys?" "She's one hot babe," said Moose, loosening his grip to grab Alex's ass. Alex jerked forward, anger returning now that he was being treated like this. "Yeah, Alex turned out great," said Dale, ogling the new Alex himself. "Alex," said Sean smiling as the name of the person in front of him finally became knowledge to him for the first time. "What a perfect nickname for our girl Alexis in front of us." "My name is Alexis," said Alex defiantly, but not what he wanted to say aloud. He had wanted to say Alexander, but every time he tried to think of his name, he could only think of Alexis. He left out a soft moan of confusion as he struggled to reconcile his identity. Sean laughed, "Oh this is all wrong." He motioned at Alex, and Alex could only glare up at him. "I think a white floral print sundress would look much better on you, not to mention a white lacy bra and panty set to match underneath, right guys?" The two linebackers nodded as Alex's suddenly found himself in soft fabric which clung to his body almost like a second skin. "You know what would be great? Those heels with like a string wrap on them for him." Alex found himself standing a little higher suddenly and could only look down at his platformed footwear, cursing Sean for every statement he made. "Hell, why not just go with a thong." Alex felt tightness in his lower area, and knew that he now had a tiny piece of fabric under his dress. "Perfect." Slowly Sean came up to him, and put an hand on Alex's midsection, slowly running it up his side, until he slowly caressed one of Alex's new D-Cup sized breast in his hands, making sure to use his thumb to slowly rub the nipple. Alex tried to struggle, but the new stimulus was somewhat overpowering, and slowly a soft moan escaped his soft lips. His enemies about him roared with laughter, and released him, causing him to fall forward onto his knees. He pushed himself up with his hands focusing on the longer fingernails. Alex looked up with glaring eyes, and Sean beamed down at him menacingly. "I love those icey blue eyes of yours. They almost seem to glow." His eyes took on an almost unnatural blue radiance to them. Defeated, he fell back onto his haunches. He realized struggling was useless, and that now Sean was totally in control. Sean beamed with triumph, and leaned up to look over at Dale. "Oh by the way Alex, I forgot to mention. You're so hot for Dale, that even his very presence in the room causes you to get horny." Sean laughed out loud, almost manically, and turned his back around. "That was so much fun. She's all yours Dale, be good?.or not." Alex turned to watch Sean walk off, and could see Moose trailing after him, but he also felt something else, something building in him. His nipples began to feel stiff, and he felt a moist feeling began to fill him down below. Slowly he turned to face Dale who only greeted him with a look of pure lust. Alex knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't do anything, slowly the feelings began to overpower him. Slowly Alex stood up while inside he tried to keep his feelings under control, feelings he didn't want to have in the first place. His well endowed chest rose and fell beneath his dress as his breathing became heavier, and he could only stare forward at Dale. Dale gazed lustily at the girl in front of him who was hotter than he thought he could ever get for himself. He knew that Alexis used to be a guy, but he also knew what Sean could do, and that Alexis was now a fully functional piece of ass. Slowly he placed a hand on Alex's waist, still afraid that if he did, Alex would refute him, or worse scream, and bring unwanted attention. Alex could only look down at the hand as he slowly began to loose control of himself. He could feel a burning need to be touched, and caressesed and deep down a need to be filled inside. He felt sick to his stomach about being unable to control himself. He tried in vain to reach down to pull Dale's hand off of him, but instead only made it to placing his hand on Dale's. Dale was thrilled by this turn of events, and had to remember to do something for Sean later to return his gratitude for this generous gift. He pulled Alex's hand closer to him, and slowly began to lead Alex down the hall towards one of the storage's closet. Pulling it open, he all but threw Alex into the dark, and slammed the door shut behind him. Pulling the string, the light bulb turned on giving them just a little bit of light to the room. Alex found himself pressed up against the wall, and slowly he turned around to face Dale, his hands, and body still pressed against the wall. Dale pushed into him though, pressing his frame up against his. Dale wasted no time in pressing his lips to Alex's and any grasp Alex had over himself was gone in an instant as a feeling of pure release exploded from his body, but he found that slowly the feelings began to build, this time faster. Dale's hands weren't timid either, and slowly he worked his way to Alex's breasts, slowly rubbing them in a rough manner, as if his hands were taking in their fill. Alex moaned softly in pleasure, as Dale forced his tongue into her mouth. His instincts took over, and the estrogen that began to pump through his system told him not to fight back. Dale released his tongue though, and switched to Alex's neck, gently caressing it with his lips. Alex's hands rested upon Dale's head and hair as he did, his body reveling in the physical pleasure it was receiving, even though his mind knew that rape was taking place. One of the hands that Dale had used to drink in Alex's new bust sunk further down to his thigh, and slowly began working its way north. Pushing up the hem of the dress, its fingers found its way to the small triangle of fabric that was the last guard to Alex's new pussy. Alas though it provided no defense and a finger penetrated into the pink. The deep seated desire that Alex had been feeling suddenly erupted forth from within him, and he thrusted his waist further forcing Dale's finger deeper into him. A pleasure he never thought possible filled every cell of his body, and a smile played across his soft moist lips, betraying him as well to Sean's implanted commands. Dale watched in maniacal joy as Alex smiled towards the ceiling at the feelings of pleasure that he was causing her, and was ready for the next phase. Removing the finger from her moist depths, he reached towards his own crouch, and pulled down his zipper to his jeans. Not much effort was required to release his throbbing erection, and again his fingers found his way back to Alex's thong, pushing the hem of the dress up, and the strap of the thong down. Alex could feel Dale's movements but his body was reacting two strongly to the continued brushes of Dale's lips, and the hand that still tweaked at his stiff nipples. He could feel the edge of Dale's manhood at the cleft above his slit, until finally it found its mark, forcing itself into the very thing it was designed for. Alex opened his mouth in awe at the feelings, but he began to feel pain, until finally it pushed its way through Alex's virginity, which had lasted all of ten minutes. Moving his other hand up now, Dale placed both of his hands on the neck of Alex's dress, and tore it down the center, freeing Alex's heaving breasts from their prison. Thrusting with his hips, he held Alex a loft against the wall as he moved his dick up and down inside Alex. His lips though were on one of Alex's nipples, as he slowly sucked at it like a teething baby, and Alex let moan after moan escape his lips like a whore in the throws of passion. Slowly though water filled his eyes, and a tear escaped, sliding down his blush red cheek. Dale had stamina, and for several minutes continued to pound into Alex. Alex could only feel the release of pleasure as his body became racked with it, his hands barely holding onto Dale at all, until they raised backwards, planting themselves into the wall. Alex felt climax after climax strike him, and it wasn't until the last moment that Dale seemed to finally reach it himself, and release into Alex. His strength giving out, Dale slowly let Alex down, but Alex's legs had become weakened by the experience, and he slid down the wall, until he sat with his legs folded up. Dale rested himself upon the ground, his breathing heavy as exhaustion finally set in. He hadn't gone that long ever before, but he felt with a girl like Alex he had to put on a good show. Slowly his eyes began to close as exhaustion set in, and his breathing began to slow to a normal rate. Alex basked in the aftermath of pleasure for several moments, staring straight ahead into nothingness with a crooked smile on his beautiful face. His senses slowly returning a feeling of pure humiliation swept over him, as he looked down at his torn dress, his new endowments hanging revealed to all. The hem of his dress was hiked up over his underwear. He had been violated, raped, and as a girl to make matters worse. Looking towards Dale he could see how Dale had drifted off, and slowly stood up, putting his hands to his cheeks to try and make sense of it all. He knew he had to leave as he began to feel the erotic feelings returning, so he pulled the tatters of his dress together, and wrapped his hands around the door knob. Turning it slowly, and opening it even slower, he peered into the hall finding no one to his luck. Stepping out, and shutting the door behind him, he looked around trying to figure out where to go. The only viable option to him was the Girl's Locker room which was the closest to him. Hurrying as fast as his heels would carry him, he rushed into the bathroom just as the urge to vomit over came him. He rushed into one of the stalls, and threw up immediately his senses once again disappearing into basic functions. Slowly his mind put itself together again, and he found himself staring over the toilet. Flushing it, he stood up trying to collect himself, and remain calm. Opening the door to the stall, he stepped out and jumped as he saw another person. It took his battered mind a moment to realize that he was in fact staring at a mirror, and the reflection was his. Slowly he walked up to the counter of sinks, and took a hold of it for support as the expression on the reflection changed to shock, and awe. Taking in his new body for the first time he was both amazed and discomforted. Placing hands on his face he could feel the raised cheek bones, and the soft, pouty lips. Turning slightly he could see the protrusion of his ass from behind, not very hidden with the way his tattered dress clung to him. He could also see the edge of his nipple which was much bigger, and larger too, and a soft pink color, almost the same color as his lips. He was a bombshell in his own mind, a girl any guy would do almost anything to get. His self examination didn't last long though as he remembered the predicament he found himself in. Looking at his destroyed dress, he knew the first order of business was to find some new clothes. Rushing over to the locker area which was still quiet, he knew it wouldn't be long until someone came in. Trying several lockers to no avail, he was finally rewarded when one opened. Looking inside he pulled a shirt, and a piece of denim fabric out. Placing it on the bench next to him, he took stock of it. It was white collared button down shirt with blue and pink plaid stripes adorning it, and a pair of what he could only call Daisy Dukes. Looking around again to see if his privacy had been invaded, he wriggled out of what was left of the dress, and stood there in his underwear. Looking down at the lacy white bra he saw that this too had been ruined, so he removed it and let it fall behind him. Looking down, he was glad and horrified to see his thong was still intact. Taking the Daisy Dukes he stepped into them, and pulled them up over his soft legs. The fit snuggly, and he realized they were most likely a size too small, as he buttoned them. They seemed to highlight his lower curves worse than the dress, and were cut off a little higher too. To make matters worse, as he pulled on the shirt he realized the girl who owned it must have been shorter as well, for when he tried to button it, it would not stretch across his tits. Frustrated, he took the bottom ends and tied them into a knot just above his midsection leaving the center open, so that either edge of his breasts were visible. Moving back towards the mirror he took a moment to analyze his work. His feathery blonde hair hung to his shoulders, and he realized he was no better off with the shirt which revealed a good deal of cleavage and left the whole center of his chest exposed. What was worse were the shorts that wrapped around his curves, hugging his frame like a second skin. Looking down he could see his heels with the straps that wrapped around his feet to his ankles. Even as he stared at himself stoically he realized he still was too hot for his own good. Pulling his hair back he placed several pins in it to hold in place, which caused several stray strands to fall in front of his left eye, but did very little to relieve his attractiveness. Cursing softly under his breath, he resigned himself to this appearance, and went forth from the locker room. Sean, meanwhile, sat in English class, practically bored out of his brain by the ravings of his teacher Miss Hadden. Miss Hadden was a fifty something, overweight, unhappy person with greasy auburn hair. She was never happy when Sean saw her, and he suspected that her spinster life style was the root cause. As she droned on, Sean sat and watched, studying her instead of the subject matter at hand, and as he did, he slowly came up with an idea to entertain himself. Reaching into his pocket, he decided that he was going to make this his own private show, and made it so no one else would realize what was transpiring around them. The first thing he did was remove all that weight she wore, reducing her to an average size weight, and he noticed that as he did, she seemed a bit more energetic. Sean noticed the change, and considered not going any further, but the selfish thoughts he had wished upon himself before filled his mind, and his entertainment came first. Slowly she started becoming younger as the clock of life began to tick backwards, and in the span of minutes twenty years vanished from her body. She would still be considered unattractive by any means Sean thought, but at least it was a start, and he could fix that. Turning his attention to her hair, he watched her hair fill with blonde highlights, and spring forth from her head, and falling to her back as she droned on about the vocabulary words. Her voice always irritated him as well, so he made that softer, and as it softened it took on a more pleasing tone, almost akin to a phone sex operator. He looked over to the guy next to him who sat just as bored as Sean was before, and then turned back towards the new Miss Hadden. Sean went about softening the face next, taking out some of the rougher spots, and as he made minor adjustments it wasn't too long before he realized that Miss Hadden looked similar to an actress he had just seen on television the night before. Looking over towards the guy next to him again, he could see that he was suddenly more interested, which only egged Sean on. Changing the less than flattering pants to a plaid skirt reminiscent of a Catholic school girls was child's play for Sean, and adding the dark stockings to a pair of black heels was icing on the cake, which allowed Miss Hadden to show off those wonderful legs she now possessed. Her soft cream blouse morphed into a tight black sweater, and Sean sat back and admired his work, looking over to the guy next to him whom sat with his eyes glued to Miss Hadden now, which Sean interpreted as unofficial approval. There was only a small touch left, well two really, the first was a de-facto British accent which made every word seem just a little sexier, and a slightly larger bust which caused her to fill her sweater out quite well. Sean smiled at his handiwork. It was no Alexis like he had earlier, for that had been art, this was just for fun. After all weren't humans just his play things. Smiling as he watched every male transfixed by Miss Hadden's every move for the rest of the class, Sean left his class in a good mood, but as he saw booth Moose, and Dale there, he knew something was amidst. As Angela beamed at him from down the hall, his day suddenly became better. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Did you do something different with your hair?" asked Sean, as he rested a hand on her back. "No, why do you ask?" asked Angela with a shade of curiosity, and playfulness. "Well I didn't realize it had gotten so long it reached the top of your cute little behind," Sean remarked as Angela's hair was twice as long as it had been a moment before. She looked at him with a smile. "I was wondering when you were going to notice," she said punching him playfully in the chest. "Well that killer smile of yours always keeps me lost in it," said Sean. "I can't always notice your other wonderful traits." Angela smiled up at him, unaware that her bust was slowly pushing out, and her bra expanding to keep them supported at the same time. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck again, and gave him a kick peck on the lips. "I need to be running lover," she told him. "See you after school." Angela's whole body had become curvier as she turned away and strutted off down the hall much to Sean's pleasure. Watching her go was like watching a supermodel trot down the walkway. Feeling even better than when he had left class, he turned to his two associates ready to deal with any business they might have. "Gentlemen," he said regarding them. "Do you have good news?" "Alexis disappeared on me," said Dale with an air of apology about him. "I'm sorry, but after I was done fucking her I passed out." Smiling, Sean placed his hand on Dale's shoulder. "That's alright; at least you stuck it to her good." "Oh don't worry about that boss," said Dale. "She was moaning like a whore the whole time." Sean laughed, pleased to here of the misfortune that had befallen Alexis. "Good," he told Dale. "Why don't you guys head to your next class, I'll deal with Alexis. They nodded, and departed from the presence of their ?master.' Placing his hand on the rock again, he wanted Alexis to appear before him. Instead of appearing magically though, Alex came around the bend, immediately wishing he hadn't, but realizing why he had felt so compelled to come this way. He watched Sean leer at him from afar, but all he could was move to stand before his tormentor. "I'm going to mess you up for what you put me through," Alex told Sean as he stood there. Sean smiled at the threat from the beautiful girl in front of him. Confidence surrounded him as he held the rock, realizing that in a sense he was all powerful. He merely stared straight back at Alex. "That's not very lady like," remarked Sean. "Really if you want to fit in, you should act more like a girl." Sean's statement was more of a command though, and suddenly Alex's demeanor changed slightly. The way he carried himself changed too and was much more feminine. Releasing his hand from the stone, Sean stared at Alex who didn't realize the change in the way he was acting, and smiled. "You're trouble, so I wonder what I should do with you." Feigning surprise, he continued. "I know. Why don't you give me a blow job as punishment for disappearing?" "You're asking me?" asked Alex, shocked by actually having a choice. "Why don't you just make me do it instead? You've made me do everything else." "That's no fun though," remarked Sean. "Its only fun if you do it of your own free will. It's more humiliating." "Well then you must be dreaming," Alex told him, "because there's no way I'd do that for you. Go fuck yourself." "Alright," said Sean. "Why don't I go find Angela then, I'm sure with a little coaxing, she'd be more then willing to oblige." Turning around and pretending to leave, he only had to take a step before Alex cried for him to stop. Turning back around he faced Alex who had lost some of his defiance. It was instead replaced with defeat, as he tried to look away in shame "Did you want something?" "I'll do it," said Alex. "Just don't?.leave Angela alone." "You'll do what?" asked Sean, feigning ignorance. "What you want me to do," said Alex softly. "I want you to ask for it," commanded Sean darkly. Alex began to feel scared. He didn't want to ask for it, but if he didn't than the lunatic in front of him would put Angela through the ordeal instead, and he cared too much for Angela to let him do that to her. He paused for a moment, but knew that he had to do it to protect Angela. "Sean?..I want to suck you off." "Ok," said Sean, as he came towards Alex, and stopped before him, unzipping his pants. Alex slowly kneeled down to the ground, and before he knew what was going on, Sean had exposed himself to her. The organ was huge and swelled, bigger than any Alex had ever seen before, and he worried for a moment if he could actually do it. Slowly he placed one of his hands on it, and slowly stroked it like he had seen girls do before in porn movies. He knew what felt good having jerked off so many times before at home, and tried to focus on that knowledge now, rather than what he was about to do to protect Angela. Sean grinned with triumph and pleasure as he watched Alex willfully submit to him below. Somehow he thought this was much better than forcing them to do something. Love was such an easy emotion to exploit. Alex opened his mouth, and slowly began to take Sean into him. Once he felt he couldn't swallow anymore, he began to suck, disgusted at what he was doing, but rather than thinking about what he was doing, he only thought of Angela. Sean felt the tension from inside him release as Alex performed orally for him, and he kept his load into the last possible moment before releasing it into Alex's mouth. Alex coughed, and gagged as it exploded into his mouth, and fell back onto her folded legs, starring up at Sean. Taking a moment to compose himself he asked, "So you'll leave Angela alone?" Without warning Sean struck Alex across the face forcing tears from the ducts in Alex's eyes. He looked up at Sean in fear, and could only see the anger in Sean's eyes. "No one tells me what I can, and can't do with my own girlfriend." Pulling her up by the arms, and back onto her feet, Sean slipped his free hand back into his pocket again to surround the stone. "Why don't you tag along for the rest of the day. I want to keep an eye on you." Alex nodded as he felt a compulsion to go with Sean, feeling that maybe if he was around he could stop him from doing something to Angela. Spending the last class of the day in the same room with Sean was distressing for Alex though as he drew so many looks from the rest of the students in the room. No one seemed to mind that Alex didn't belong there, or wasn't exactly clad in dress code, which Alex assumed was Sean's doing. Still the looks of lust and interest from all the boys were nerve racking, and all Alex could do was smile nervously at the boys who he caught staring at him. Few returned smiles of confidence, while others merely just turned back away. Girls instead turned away in jealously and disgust and Alex found himself very isolated, but once the class was over things only became worse. Leaving the room behind Sean he watched as Sean met up with Angela who, much to Alex's disdain planted a juicy kiss on his tormentor's lips. Taking in Angela, Alex could see the changes Sean had made to her now, which only fueled his rage though thanks to Sean he only appeared to be a pissed girl with his arms crossed under his breasts, and his eyes to the sky. "Who's she?" asked Angela, finally noticing Alex. Alex looked over at her and felt a twinge of pain for the lack of recognition though it was understandable in his current form. "That's Alexis baby," Sean told her. "She's going to ride with us for a little bit today." "Whatever," said Angela with obvious disappointment in her voice. She felt a little resentment at the thought of having to share her man with another woman, especially one that looked like Alexis. "Let's go." Leading the way out to his car, Alex was shocked to see a classic convertible waiting for Sean with its top down. Angela through her books in the back non-chantly as if she had done it a hundred times before, and sat in the passenger seat of the car immediately flipping down the vanity mirror to check her make up. Alex watched in awe having never know Angela to wear make up before, but as Sean climbed into the driver's seat, his spell commanded Alex to climb into the back seat, where he sat. Instead of driving to a particular destination they instead drove around for the rest of the afternoon stopping at different hangouts to just mingle. Alex kept to himself for the most part offering only his name and a few words. He felt depressed, defeated and isolated, and could only watch helpless as Angela hung all over Sean, but at the same time, he was watching Sean as well too to try and figure out how he was controlling everything. It was only after several stops that he realized that Sean's hand was always in his pocket right before he changed something. Thankfully though Sean seemed to wrap up in the socialization to pay to much attention to Alex, and with the attention Angela was giving him, Sean was preoccupied for most of the afternoon. But as it grew dark, Sean looked into his rearview mirror to check traffic, and saw the stern look upon Alex's face that he decided to return to his masterpiece for the time being. Turning onto the highway he drove to just outside the city limits until he pulled into the gravel parking lot of a small building with a big pink neon sign that read, "The Prancing Pony." "Sean!" exclaimed Angela, "why did you bring me here? You know I hate it when you take me to strip clubs." With one hand on the wheel, he leaned over and grinned at Angela, "No you don't," he told her. "You always have a great time." Angela's expression warmed, and Alex could only watch as Sean had changed another part of Angela's mind that she still had from her original self. She seemed bubbly sudden, and quickly got out of the car. Besides Sean said, "We had to bring Alexis to work." "You work here?" asked Angela, a little in awe at the new piece of information. Alex was a little taken aback by this new twist on things, but confused or not he still offered a stunning, "Yeah. I'm actually running a little late, I'm do on in ten minutes." Suddenly a feeling of urgency came over him, and he could only look over towards Sean who was grinning like a mad man. Feeling pulled towards inside, Alex waved and rushed towards the entrance. Sean watched him go, and the smile still had not faded from his face as he came to stand next to Angela, and wrapped his arm over her back, and held onto her shoulder. "I guess we should go inside then," he told her, and slowly they made their way to the door. The bouncer looked over them closely. He had just let one of the girls in, but these two people she had arrived with looked way underage. Standing in front of the door he crossed his well muscled arms, and said, "Alright you two, I want to see some identification." Sean smiled at him, and with one hand in his pocket said, "No you don't." "Come right in," said the bouncer, stepping aside to let the guests enter. He unchained the rope, and the two pushed open the door inside. Sean did the same to the person inside who asked for cover charge, and before he and Angela knew it they entered the main area where there was a small crowd of college guys, older working men, and young attractive waitresses barely wearing anything at all. The main runway was void of any entertainment which meant they were between sets so Sean led Angela to an unoccupied table in front of the walkway. Ordering drinks for the two of them, they were delivered quickly, and he Angela began to chat, and consume their beverages. After several moments the lights on the runway slowly started to dim, but the hoots and hollers only intensified as a soft feminine voice came over the speakers. "And now the Prancing Pony is pleased to present?" said the voice, which was followed by the sound of a winter wind, "?The Ice Princess." A spot light flared on the center curtains, and slowly a silver heel with a string wrap around all the way to the calf appeared. The leg extended slowly into the air until the knee was visible, and then slowly it dropped towards the stage, as a slow techno beat began to play in the background. At least the beginning was slow, and then suddenly it picked up and the curtain was thrust to the side as Alexis strutted onto the stage to the many cheers of the gentlemen folk. Her hair was pulled back and tied into a bun, and atop her head rested a clearly fake plastic silver tiara. Her eyes were done up in silver eye liner with glitter, and so were her lips. She wore a very tight fitting silver sequined figure skater's dress that was cut straight down the center and only covered the front of her breasts, leaving the sides clearly visible. The back was practically non existent as it sunk, open, all the down to the edge of her ass. Her skirt, if you could call it that was part of the top, and the hem was just below her ass. Upon her neck rested a black choker with a silver snowflake pendent hanging from it which completed the outfit which was clearly gimmicky, but that is what the fans liked. As Alexis strutted toward him Sean was pleased as well. He had no hand in designing her costume though, which was purely a result of his last command, but with those radiant icy blue eyes he gave her, it was very fitting. Putting the admiring aside, he leaned back and watched the show with a cigar in his hand. Alex strutted down the runway as if he had a million times before with practically no embarrassment. He felt no different then if he had been mowing the lawn. The cheers and jeers and cat calls made no difference to him, as he reached the end of the runway, and struck a pose. Grabbing a hold of the pole next to him he seductively placed a hand around it, and pulled his back closer to it, rubbing his back into it, and sinking to the floor to land upon his knees. Bending forward any males could see the tops of his tits, and as he brought his head back up seductively, he locked eyes with one of the horny male patrons. Smiling coyly as part of the job, she stood back up, and strutted back down the runway towards the opposite end, gyrating his hips to the sound of the music. Coming towards one patrons he stopped in front of him and slowly began to cup his breasts, and slowly rubbed them for the man's pleasure as the music slowed down. Moving over to one of the poles as the vocals filled the soft part, he started to grind into it with the music much to cheers of the audience around him, until finally he pulled himself into the pole, and sticking a leg out slowly spun around the pole, leaning his head backwards for effect. Hitting the ground, he stood back up, and strutted to the center of the stage, and just as the vocals and music picked up he struck a pose again, and then placing both hands on the inner edges of his costume, he tore it backwards, and it broke away at the center. Exposing his breasts to everyone illcited wild cheers because of their size. It also revealed his white thong with a silver sparkle snowflake on it. He grinned when it hit the part of the music that changed, and propelled himself forward onto his legs, sliding across the runway and coming to a stop. He leaned his head back, and thrusted his boobs forward. Standing up, he pulled the clip holding his hair back, and let it fall around his shoulders. Licking his pouty lips he brought his hands up to cup his breasts again, and slowly pushed them together. Throwing his hands up at the cheers, he strutted back towards the curtain shaking his moneymaker as he went until he got to the edge of the curtain, and turned back to face the audience. Raising a hand he blew them all a kiss, and as he pulled the curtain back he could see Sean talking to his boss. He didn't know how he knew it was his boss, just that is was. Now that the show was over, Alex began to shake as he realized what he had done, and he all but let out a scream. He felt like crying which he thought was so girly but he was feeling so many different emotions at once, that he wasn't sure what to do. Taking several deep breathes he tried to regain a handle on things, until his boss came in from the other entrances and came right up to him. "That was great." He knew his boss was an alright guy, and took good care of his girls and never made them to anything they didn't want to, but for some reason Alex knew that whatever his boss asked of him, he'd be willing to do. "Someone wants you for a lap dance, and I know you usually don't do that kind of thing, but he offered me, and you a lot. Alex knew in an instant who wanted it, but it was part of his job, so he only nodded, as his boss led the way. He walked towards the dressing room, and as he entered the other girls waved at him, and smiled, until finally he was in a hallway which had several doors. Entering into the last he found a dark lit room with two recliner chairs resting in the center. Angela was seated in one, and Sean the other. Alex could only stare daggers at Sean, but his boss was oblivious to the whole series events that had transpired between them. Attempting to sound regal he announced, "The Ice Princess will see you now." He stepped back and pulled the door closed, leaving a topless Alex with Sean and Angela. Sean smirked up her pleased to be in the presence of his masterpiece, and now the he could see her from all angles, he was truly pleased with himself. "I would like a lap dance. I understand that's something you could do for me." "You paid in advance," said Alex, "I guess I have too then." Slowly he strutted over to Sean, thinking that maybe now was his attempt to gain the item Sean concealed in his pockets, but Sean smiled and waved him off. "Not for me," he told Alex. Pointing at Angela he made his intentions clear, "For her." Alex looked curiously at Angela who only smirked back at him. Sean was not one to be kept waiting while Alex pieced together so he sought to hasten the matter. "I'm waiting." Slowly Alex stalked over to Angela, and stood in front of her, and mentally he switched back to work mode, going through the routine. However as Alex's routine progressed, Sean deiced to make a few changes. The first of which was to get rid of that stupid hands off policy, and in no time Angela was holding onto Alex's waist as he grinded her breasts into Angela's. Next Sean heightened Angela's enjoyment of the experience and provoked her to become more involved. The experience quickly degenerated from there into more of a lesbian love session as Sean watched on enjoyment, as Alex, and Angela went so far as to stick their tongues down each others throats. Finally even Alex's work mind realized something was wrong, and pulled himself off of Angela who was left breathing heavily. Sean smiled, having thoroughly enjoyed himself and held up a c-note for Alex as a tip. Alex merely stared at the bill, and then turned and walked towards the door. "Seeing as how your at work, I guess you don't need to tag along with us the rest of the night," called out Sean. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." Alex stepped through the door, and closed it behind him. He had several more sets to do that night, but when all was done for the night he walked away with a good deal of money, more than he had ever really made in one day before. Exhausted he caught a ride from one of the other dancers which deposited him in front of his house wearing the original clothes he had gone in with, plus the snowflake pendent/choker that he had on during his act. For some reason he felt compelled to wear it further. Opening the door with the spare key his parents always left out he entered the house to find it dark, and slowly climbed the stairs to his room. There instead of going through his usual ritual, he merely peeled off his clothes, and collapsed onto the bed falling asleep instantly. His alarm went off at the same time it always did, and he cursed it for its loud noise. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he wondered about the strange dream he had about being turned into a girl, and having to be a stripper, and then pulled back the blanket to reveal his well endowed chest, and suddenly groaned as he realized it hadn't been a dream at all. Looking around though, he suddenly sat up in shock. He had to do a double take to make sure he was in the right room. Everything was different. Gone were shelf with his model planes and race cars, it was instead replaced with a vanity. Gone was his blue wallpaper, replaced with a soft cream colored which made everything seem a lot brighter in the room. Lifting the covers off, he sighed, wondering where Sean found the time to make his life so difficult. Resigned to his fate once again, he threw on a robe he found hanging next to his bed so if he encountered his father or brother they wouldn't freak out. After taking a shower, and going through a new morning ritual of shaving and everything else he had no idea how he knew how to do, he returned to his room to get ready for school. Opening his drawers he found all his clothes had been of course replaced with feminine garments. Piling through the drawers he found a black satin bra, and panties to match. He slipped into it effortlessly, and then pulled open his closet to look for something to wear. He could see the many different styles of clothes he now possessed from dresses to skirts, to different tops and slacks to about eighty different kinds of shoes. Shaking his head, he decided to go with a light grey tank top he found, and a pair of jeans to go with it. Slipping the top on, he found that it clung to his body and offered a great deal of cleavage, barely covering the satin cups of his bra. His midsection was also bare as well. Pulling on the jeans he realized that they were very curve hugging as well as fit him like a second skin. Sighing he went back to the mirror, and quickly pulled his hair together. After several moments he had it pulled back with the longer strands tied into a knot with a soft tail hanging out the back. His bangs again curved softly over his eye coming down to his nose level. Slipping on the choker seemed habitual as well too, and as Alex stared at himself in the mirror, he realized he looked hot. He, he thought. Could he really call himself a he? Alexis was who he was. This person was who he was. The "Ice Princess" he mocked in his mind and made a funny looking gesture in the mirror. Absently he ran a hand down his flat stomach to his groin, and pressed softly. It was at that moment that it truly hit him. He really was Alexis. Sean wasn't going to turn him back, and unless he managed to capture what ever Sean was using, this was who he was going to be forever. A hot blonde bombshell with huge tits. She blinked in the mirror, taking in her reflection again, and took a deep breath. She had distracted herself, but had concluded her identit