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Acknowledgements I'd like to thank Holly Dunn for her input and suggestions for this, the finished version of A Force Of Habit. Enjoy. A FORCE OF HABIT by Jessica Drew Chapter 1 Carl Simmons stared intently at the young woman walking up the garden path towards the house. Carefully he peered through the curtains, the lights turned off in the living room so that she would not see him. He watched as her high heels clacked loudly on the stone path, her hips swaying pleasingly beneath her tight black skirt. Her pink top bowed from the presence of her ample breasts which gently bobbed on her chest as she walked. Carl moistened his lips and drew a breath. One of Mikayla's friends no doubt. His daughter would occasionally have girlfriends over from the new school she had been attending. Carl watched as the girl had almost made it to the front door when her right ankle buckled beneath her and she staggered, nearly falling. She clutched onto the porch door frame and desperately tried to right herself. Carl allowed himself a smile of amusement as the girl smoothed her skirt and flicked her luxurious blonde hair back over her shoulders. A strange girl this one, he thought to himself. Still, other than himself, it was the only company Mikayla would be having at the house. She knew better than to invite boys over. Carl retreated from his vantage point at the window and made his way to the door, even before the girl had rung it. Yes, she most certainly knew better. Those were the rules. Carl opened the front door and looked down at the girl standing in his porch. She looked shocked, probably at the immediacy with which he had answered the door. Perhaps he should have waited a little longer, to make it less obvious that he had been observing her. But then again it wouldn't hurt to put this new visitor on edge a little. "Oh, er... Hi!" The blonde girl coughed, massaging her throat, as if taken by surprise. "Can I help you?" Carl let his eye line lower to the generous cleavage presented by the girl's tight low cut top. She was probably only about seventeen, but still, she had curves in all the right places. Her discomfort and embarrassment were obvious. Carl allowed himself a half smile. "Mr. Simmons? Hi, I'm Dan... Uh, Dani. I'm Dani." The girl held her right hand out in greeting. Carl chuckled. "Are you certain? You don't sound very sure of that?" He took her small hand, shaking it lightly. The girl laughed nervously. "Sorry. I'm sorry, it's been one of those days. I'm one of Mikayla's friends, from school." "Of course you are. Well Dani you'd better come in." Carl stepped aside allowing her into the house. As she walked past, Carl took the opportunity to take in the sight of her deliciously ripe behind. He barely stifled a gruff murmur of appreciation. "Her room is just at the top of the stairs, you can go straight on up." "Thank you. Thank you Mr Simmons." The girl meekly smiled, barely meeting Carl's gaze. Carl stood admiring from the bottom of the stairs as she made her way up. Her long legs were supple and smooth. Her pert ass twitched neatly from side to side from beneath her tight black skirt, which was almost short enough to catch a glimpse of her panties. Almost. But Carl could imagine well enough. He could already feel his cock stirring in his pants at the thought of it. As the girl reached the turn in the staircase, she looked back, surprised to find Carl still leering up at her. She hurried the rest of the way, nearly tripping over herself. * * * * * * * * * * Ten minutes ago... Daniel Jennings pulled up in his car a couple of doors down from Mikayla's house. He leaned forward over the steering wheel and stared up at the top window to where her room should be. He exhaled noisily. Was he really going to go through with this? Was it really worth it? Well, it would only be for a couple of minutes. Then he'd be safe in her room. Then they'd hopefully be able to get down to the fun stuff. Okay, three times on the horn. Daniel gently blasted his car horn three times and sat back, undoing his seat belt. He looked up again at Mikayla's window. He couldn't see too well, but he thought he caught a glimpse of movement. He sat there for another minute before finally he felt something. The hairs on his arms began to stand up. He held his arms out and watched as the hairs receded, his skin pulling and becoming smoother. His muscle mass began to ebb away, his strong, toned arms slimming. He flexed his fingers and watched with horror as his fingernails lengthened and then shimmered, taking on an artificial pink sheen. Reaching for the rear view mirror, he turned it to himself, in time to catch what remained of his five o'clock shadow fading away. His masculine jaw line reshaped itself into a soft heart. His lips swelled and took on a bright pink colour that matched his fingernails. His eyelashes fluttered, growing longer. He felt the tickle of fine hair at his shoulders as his hair grew out, down past his shoulders with a golden honey-blonde shimmer. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." His voice trembled into a higher register as his Adam's apple smoothed to near nothing. Looking down he could see his clothes too were changing. The legs of his pants were rising, exposing his now smooth and slender legs. As his pants crept ever higher, the leg openings seemed to merge into one, forming a tight black skirt which ended mid-thigh. His red t-shirt began to lose its colour, lightening into a pastel pink. Its shape and texture changed, the neck line plunging even as his chest began to swell. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." His high pitched voice quivered as he held onto the upholstery of the car for dear life, watching with horror as his chest ripened and swelled, into two large full breasts. He felt a shifting under his pink t-shirt and then a sudden constriction around his new breasts, which seemed to force them together and upwards, forming a visible line of cleavage. He felt his ass and hips swell, pushing him up as if he were sitting on a small cushion. It felt as if his underpants were getting tighter too, rising up between his swollen buttocks. The heels of his feet were forced upwards as his trainers reformed into a pair of black three inch high heels. Finally he felt a lurching sensation deep within his tummy. At the same time his crotch tightened and pulled inwards. His legs snapped tight together and he gasped. It had worked! He was amazed how quick the transformation had been, but it had definitely worked! Shaking, trembling, and more than a little afraid, Daniel Jennings was now most definitely a girl! * * * * * * * * * * Four Days Ago... The school bell could still be heard chiming in the distance as Daniel jogged to catch up with Mikayla. It was the end of another day meaning Daniel could indulge in his two favourite hobbies: Football and girls. Daniel had played for the school football team for a couple of years now, and rumour was he might even make captain this year. His success with girls was at an equally impressive standing. His muscular, tall physique, blue eyes and sandy hair never failed to impress. Okay, so he'd never had any long term relationships, but he had what it took to take it as far as he wanted. He lived by his own personal mantra: Get into their panties, and then get out before the "L" word comes up. Mikayla Simmons. She seemed like fun; slender, sexy, brunette. Even he had to admit she had a certain allure to her that he'd never encountered before. Maybe it was her green eyes, or maybe he was just getting soft. "Hey wait up." Daniel slowed as he caught up with her. "Hey Dan." Mikayla's smile lit up her soft feminine face. Daniel felt a strong urge, a draw, to just kiss her there and then, but he knew that the other guys on the team were probably within striking distance. He would never hear the end of it if he was seen smooching in public. Not that they hadn't already kissed. Every spare moment they had, they were behind the bike sheds, or in the local park making out. She hadn't even protested when he had fondled her tits the other day. He knew they had to be close to having sex together. "So did you find out about Friday evening yet?" Daniel asked. "Is it okay if I come over?" Mikayla's demeanour dampened and she seemed irritated. Daniel continued, "You didn't ask him did you?" "I'm sorry, it's complicated. My Dad's really protective. He says I shouldn't have guys back to the house." Daniel rolled his eyes and slipped a muscular arm around her trim waist and pulled her in close. "Just like he said you can't leave the house after dark? Since when do hot girls like you listen to their Daddies?" Mikayla warmed again, giggling a little. "You really think I'm hot?" "Oh, totally." "Listen, maybe there is something I can do." "Yes?" Daniel looked at her expectantly, his arms encircling her, his hands resting on the join of her lower back and buttocks. "Maybe I can sneak you in," Mikayla said after a long pause. "Now you're talking!" "Yeah, it'll be fine, we can use this." Mikayla broke from Daniel's hold and reached into her bag. Slowly and carefully she pulled out a palm sized stone and held it out in her hand. Daniel looked at it confused, but on closer inspection he could see that it appeared to be glowing with a soft red light. "Wow, what is that?" "Did I ever tell you my Mom was a witch?" Mikayla gave an impish grin. Daniel again felt a strange draw and urge overcome him, but he shrugged it off and paid it no mind. "Yeah right, and my Dad's the Wizard of Oz. Look, I gotta get to practice. You can show me your little stones later, okay honey?" "Dan, I'm being serious!" "I promise! Show me later okay? Listen, are you still doing the cheerleader trials next week?" "Yeah..." "Great, don't forget to keep the costume!" Daniel gave Mikayla a wink and jogged off towards the field. He gave a quick glance back and noticed that she still seemed to be fixated on the stone in her palm. She was moving her hand very slowly across the top of it, and he was sure he could see it begin to glow even brighter. * * * * * * * * * * "Hey Danny Boy you're late!" Daniel rushed into the gym changing room to find most of the other guys already kitted out. "Sorry guys, I got held up." Sam Fletcher, the current head of the football team, grinned knowingly at him. "Yeah I bet, with that new girl Melina?" "Mikayla," Daniel corrected. "I'll get my kit on and be right out okay?" Daniel opened his kit bag and pulled out his clothes. At least, what he thought were his clothes. Daniel held up a small yellow skirt in his hands. "What the hell?" "Whoa, Danny Boy, is there something you're not telling us?" Sam chided. "Hey guys, I think Dan wants to try out for cheerleading squad next week!" Before Daniel could protest, Sam snatched the skirt away from him and tossed it to one of the others. Raucous laughter began to break out amongst the boys as Daniel pulled first a cheerleader top, socks, and then even a pair of panties from his bag. "I swear I have no idea how these got here!" Daniel could feel his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. He snatched the items of clothing back and stuffed them hurriedly back into his bag. He stormed out of the gym changing room, still chased by laughter and mocking remarks. "Something wrong baby?" Daniel turned to see Mikayla standing beside the entrance to the gym. "Something wrong?" Daniel spat. "Did you do this?" He held up his kit bag. Mikayla smiled knowingly at him and held out her palm. The stone she had shown him earlier sat there glowing eerily. She swept her other hand over the top of it and the glowing subsided. "Do what?" she cooed. "You know full well what." Daniel crouched and unzipped his kit bag. He reached in pulling out his football socks, jersey and pants. "What the hell? How? How did you do that?" "I told you." Mikayla stepped closer to Daniel and looked up at him. "My Mom was a witch. This is just a little something she gave me before she died. It's called a transformation stone." "A what?" Daniel looked down incredulously at her, still unable to take it all in. "A transformation stone," Mikayla repeated with total sincerity. * * * * * * * * * * Daniel and Mikayla walked together back along the path beside the football field. Daniel still felt sick seeing the guys out there practicing without him. "So how does it work?" he asked. "Well anyone can use it, as the magic is all contained within the stone. You just have to think about what it is you want to change, and what it is you want it changed to." Daniel watched as Mikayla walked towards some trees to where a small bird was picking at some berries that had fallen from the branches above. "Then you just close your eyes and draw your hand across the stone." Mikayla held her palm flat and drew her other palm across the surface of the stone. Almost immediately Daniel could see it begin to glow. Mikayla opened her eyes and pointed to the bird. "Watch." Daniel gasped. He was simply stunned. He watched as the bird began to change before his very eyes. Its head began to widen and its feathers softened until they became a deep red fur. Its beak shortened to form a snout and its wings moulded into an extra front pair of legs. Its tail lengthened, becoming softer and more buoyant until with a surprised hop, a small red squirrel was sat where the bird had just been. "Oh... my... god... I knew I should have listened in science class." "This isn't science Dan. It's magic." Mikayla lent down to the squirrel, offering it a few berries which it clasped in its front paws and begin to nibble on. She stood up again still holding the stone. "This... is how we can get you into my house!" "What? You're gonna turn me into a squirrel? Whatever happened to sneaking in through the window?" "No, not a squirrel, dummy. Besides, the transformed states have to be at least roughly the same size. No, I thought of something else." Daniel and Mikayla continued walking as behind them a small bird flew up into the sky once more. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 2 "Okay I'm here! Now change me back!" Daniel asked impatiently, his hands perched indignantly on his wide feminine hips. "Shhh, Daddy will hear you!" Mikayla hushed, closing her bedroom door behind her visitor. "I don't care," Daniel replied in his female voice. "Oh and by the way, I think your Dad's a perve. I caught him just now looking at my... Uh, at my..." Daniel stared down at his chest. "At your tits?" Mikayla interrupted. "Well who can blame him Dan." Without missing a beat Mikayla reached out and cupped Daniel's large breasts in her hands, giving them a playful squeeze. "Stop it!" Daniel slapped her hands away. "Change me back! You swore!" "Are you sure you want to? I mean, look how much prettier you are now!" Mikayla giggled as she walked around Daniel inspecting her handiwork. Daniel now stood about 5'4", long silky blonde hair down to the middle of his back, pouting full lips, and large expressive blue eyes with long lashes. His full firm D-cup breasts rose and fell with each breath he took and his wide hips and pert rounded ass descended into a pair of delectable smooth legs. He wore a pastel pink top with a low V-shaped neckline displaying his cleavage, a tight black miniskirt and three inch black high heeled shoes. Not bad, she thought, for her first time actually transforming a person. Not that she'd ever let him know that! But Daniel was right, she had promised to change him back. Mikayla walked over to the table beside her bed and picked up the transformation stone. It glowed in her hands with a soft red light and felt warm to her touch. Not ten minutes ago Daniel had given her the signal by firing his car horn three times. Mikayla had then simply closed her eyes, picturing Daniel in her mind's eye as she had cast her hand over the magical stone. Then imagining what she wanted Daniel to become the stone had done its work, changing him almost instantly into an attractive blonde girl. Mikayla closed her eyes, picturing Daniel first in his feminine form, and then picturing his normal male self. She felt the transformation stone getting warmer in her hands. Opening her eyes she watched as the changes began to take place. Daniel's body started to grow in size, his slender limbs filling out into muscle. His face reshaped itself into a masculine jaw line as his blonde hair snaked its way back into his scalp. His pink t-shirt darkened back into red as his chest flattened, and his skirt grew down his thickening legs, wrapping itself around them, forming two distinct pant legs. His heels lowered back down to flats, shifting their form back to his regular trainers. Mikayla found it fascinating to watch. Daniel drew a breath. He hurriedly ran his hands over his body; through his short sandy hair, over his chest and arms. Then, as if remembering something he clutched at his crotch. Relief swept over his face. "Oh, thank god..." "Relax, I didn't forget anything," Mikayla reassured him as she placed the transformation stone back on the bedside table. "I can't believe I let you talk me into that. That can't have been good for me." "It worked didn't it? My Dad won't suspect a thing. Just remember to keep your voice down." "Well maybe it's about time we quit the chit chat then." Daniel strode over to Mikayla, wrapping his large muscular arms around her slender body. Mikayla purred softly. It felt good to be in his strong embrace. Daniel tilted her chin up and their lips met. Mikayla rested her arms around Daniel's broad neck as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Mikayla felt Daniel's hands roaming over her back, then down to her backside. He gripped it firmly with one hand, pulling her into his crotch. Mikayla gasped. She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her. Her own breath grew heavy as her breasts pressed against his toned chest. She wanted to submit to him, but it was all happening so fast. She broke their passionate kiss, pushing herself away from him. "How about we watch a little TV first okay?" Mikayla could see the disappointment in Daniel's face. When she had first suggested the idea to turn Daniel into a girl so that her Dad would let him in the house, he had flat out refused. Despite endless reassurances, he just wasn't prepared to take that kind of hit to his male ego. That was until she had promised to make it worth his while. Yes, the promise of sex soon made him change his mind. It seemed he was willing to do anything for that, including being turned into a girl for ten minutes. Mikayla just wasn't so sure that she was ready. No, she told herself, she'd be fine, she just needed a little breathing time. * * * * * * * * * * Just how many repeats of "Friends" were they going to watch, Daniel mused. He stared around the room, bored. Various posters of half-naked boy-bands adorned the walls. They hadn't spoken much after Mikayla had rebuffed his advances, but you could cut the tension with a knife. He'd be damned if he was going home tonight without any action. Not after all he'd done. He still couldn't quite believe it. Had he really been turned into a girl? Had he imagined it? He closed his eyes. He could vividly recall the sensation of his breasts bobbing on his chest as he had walked down the garden path towards the house. He could recall his long blonde hair whipping around him in the breeze. He could recall the pain of walking in high heels... No, it had happened alright. And it was about time that he claimed his reward. Daniel clicked off the TV with the remote and turned to Mikayla who was lying on the bed beside him. She looked up at him, surprised he had turned off the show. Daniel stared into her green eyes, embarrassing her. Again he felt a strong draw from just looking at her. She bit her lip, nervous, but insanely sexy. He couldn't take it anymore. He forced his lips over her's, kissing her passionately. She whimpered beneath him, but opened her mouth, accepting his probing tongue. They French kissed for a good few minutes, Mikayla becoming putty in his hands. Daniel let his left hand slide over her soft neck, then down to her left breast. He went to roughly squeeze it but stopped. Instead he gently stroked his hand around her rounded breast. Mikayla moaned appreciatively beneath him. Well, at least he'd learned something from the transformation. It wasn't long before both were in their underwear, kissing, touching and caressing on Mikayla's bed. Mikayla was wearing a lacy pair of white panties and matching bra. It was enough to give Daniel a raging erection beneath his shorts. She didn't resist when Daniel helped her out of her bra, freeing her pert breasts. They were about a C-cup and perfectly formed. Again Daniel stroked delicately around her tits, softly fingering her nipples till they hardened. Mikayla moaned as Daniel teased first one nipple, then the other. She had to be soaking wet by now, there was no way she'd stop him at this stage. Daniel ran a hand along the inside of one of Mikayla's milky white thighs. Her legs parted as his hand stroked its way up. Mikayla moaned, her face and chest blushing as Daniel inverted his hand and cupped her crotch, gently massaging her panty-covered mound. "You like that?" Daniel enquired as he massaged her pussy through her panties. Mikayla moaned and nodded, her eyes shut with the ecstasy. Daniel's hand moved upwards to her waist, his fingers tucking under the elasticated waistband of her panties, before sliding down again. Daniel gave a murmur of approval as his fingers slid over her hairless shaved pussy mound, finding her swollen outer lips. He massaged them gently, causing Mikayla to gasp and writhe on the bed. He pressed his index finger between her split, dipping into her wet moist pussy, then withdrew using the juices to tenderly massage her clitoris. "Ohhhh, ohhhh yessss," Mikayla moaned louder as Daniel expertly aroused her with his hand. He needed no further invitation now. He roughly gripped the waist band of her panties and pulled them down and off of her long legs. He scrambled out of his own shorts, his hard cock, bobbing rigidly between his legs. Mikayla opened her eyes, looking shocked to see Daniel positioning himself above her. "No wait, I uhh.... I'm not sure we should do this." Mikayla pushed at him, but he was having none of it. "Not this time you don't." Daniel held her arms above her head with one strong hand as he positioned himself between her legs. "Please Daniel.... I, uh, I'm not ready!" Daniel wasn't listening. He was so full of male hormones that there was nothing that was going to stop him. He reached with his free hand to his cock, guiding it to Mikayla's pussy. "NOOOO!" Mikayla screamed and an impact hit Daniel on the chest so hard that he flew straight across the room, clattering loudly into the wooden wardrobe. Mikayla jumped forward to the end of the bed. "Oh my god! Daniel, are you okay?" "Owwww! Ahhh, what the hell was that?" Daniel rubbed at his head, trying to pull himself up off of the floor. "I, I don't know what happened, I wanted to stop you and the next thing I knew you flew across the room." As Mikayla rushed to help Daniel up, the bedroom door was flung forcefully open. They looked up. It was Mikayla's father. * * * * * * * * * * Daniel couldn't put his clothes back on quick enough. He ignored his shorts and pulled his pants on as fast as he could. He could hear Mikayla sobbing on the bed, the sheets pulled up to protect her modesty. "I'm sorry Daddy, please forgive me..." Carl Simmons looked at them both disgusted, his nostrils flaring with barely suppressed rage. "How could you Mikayla! How could you go against my rules like this! Now you see what happens?" "I know, I know, I was wrong, I'm sorry..." Daniel pulled his red t-shirt back on as Mr Simmons turned his attentions to him. "And as for you!" "I'm sorry Mr. Simmons! I'll go, okay? I'm going..." Daniel made a start for the door, but was blocked by Carl. "What did you use? A transformation stone?" Carl asked of his daughter. Daniel was surprised. He knew about the transformation stone? He looked at Mikayla. She nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. Carl raised his voice at her, "Show me!" Both Mikayla and Daniel looked at Carl. When neither responded, he asked again. "Show me what you did Mikayla!" Daniel looked at Mikayla. She wasn't going to, was she? Daniel interrupted, "Look Mr. Simmons, I'm sorry okay, it won't happen again, I just..." Daniel coughed, nearly losing his voice as he spoke. His voice? He turned to look at Mikayla. Oh no! She was using the transformation stone. Her eyes were shut and she was sliding her palm slowly across the top of it. He watched it glowing with a familiar red luminescence. "Mikayla, no!" His voice slipped into a higher register as he felt the brush of hair growing out over his shoulders and back. Daniel held his arms out and watched as they became thinner and hairless, at the same time his fingernails growing and turning pink. He looked down, his t- shirt shifting into a pastel pink shade as his chest began to swell outwards once more. He nearly stumbled as his feet were pushed up by three inch high heels. His legs were now smooth and slender and his pants unravelled into a tight black skirt once more. "Ahhh!" Daniel heard his female voice cry out as his stomach turned over, his loins pulling tightly inwards. He stood there, breathing heavily, his breasts rising and falling. He swept his long blonde hair out of his eyes and looked up at Mr. Simmons, who now stood a good 6 inches taller than him. Carl stopped for a moment, as if his rage were subsiding. He held his hand out to Mikayla who dutifully dropped the transformation stone into his palm. Daniel watched helplessly as Carl slipped the stone into his pants pocket. He then turned to Daniel, his gaze lowering to his breasts, just as he had when he had answered the door to him earlier. Daniel had never felt so embarrassed and could feel his cheeks burning. Suddenly Carl gripped Daniel's wrist. His large hand easily encircled Daniel's feminine arm and he pulled him forwards easily. "You're coming with me!" "Daddy, please!" Mikayla pleaded from the bed, still clutching the covers protectively to her. "You're staying in your room young lady, I'll deal with you later," Carl snapped, pointing an accusing finger at her. He marched out of the bedroom, pulling Daniel along by his wrist. Daniel tripped along on his heels, finding it difficult to keep up with the larger man's strides, his breasts bobbing madly on his chest. Carl produced a key from his pocket and locked Mikayla's bedroom door before leading Daniel back downstairs. * * * * * * * * * * "Oww, you're hurting me!" Daniel whined in his female register as he was marched down the staircase and into the living room, his heels clicking loudly on the wooden flooring. Carl threw him with ease towards the sofa. Daniel stumbled, falling sideways onto the plush cushions. "Just what do you think you were doing with my daughter up there?" Carl demanded, his voice booming. "Nothing, I swear! We didn't do anything! AHH!" Daniel felt the short sharp shock of Carl's hand across his cheek. "Do not lie to me, you little bitch!" Carl lent in threateningly. "And lest I remind you that a bitch is what you are now." Carl's voice quietened and he stood straighter. Reaching into his pocket he produced the transformation stone. Daniel rubbed his sore cheek, looking up at him. "Now if you ever want to see that useless cock of yours again, I suggest you start again, and tell me exactly what you were doing up there!" Carl waved the transformation stone tauntingly, confident that he had the upper hand. If Carl was trying to intimidate him then it was working. Daniel had never felt so scared. If he had been his regular male self, he could have taken this guy easy, but now? Now he was a 5'4" blonde girl. He had no hope of overpowering the larger man. What's more, Carl now had the transformation stone. His only hope of even becoming his regular male self again was in the hands of this man. He knew he had no choice but to play along. "We... we kissed..." "Of course you kissed! I'm not stupid!" Carl snapped. "What next?" "I....well, we...." "YES?" "I touched her..." "You touched her..." Carl looked thoughtful for a moment. Daniel was at least satisfied that he'd given him the right answer, however embarrassing. Daniel was surprised when Carl then sat calmly down next to him on the sofa. His voice was now soft, unthreatening. "How did you touch her?" Daniel's face flushed red with embarrassment. He wiped strands of long blonde hair out of his face. "Her....uh.... Her breasts.... I touched her breasts..." "Like this?" Before Daniel could even protest, Carl reached over with his right hand and cupped his left breast. He groped at it, massaging the tender flesh in his large hand. "Uhhh!....Mr. Simmons...ahhhh...please!" "TELL ME! Tell me, or you'll be living with a pair of these for the rest of your life." Daniel closed his eyes, trying desperately to stave off the undeniably pleasurable sensation of having his right breast played with. "Did you play with her nipples?" Carl asked. Daniel, breathing heavily, nodded and whispered, "Yes..." Carl's left hand now moved to his left breast, kneeding them both. Daniel gasped, his hands at his sides, gripping the sofa tightly. Carl's thumbs pushed against his nipples, sliding over them through the fabric of his top and bra. Daniel could feel them hardening and looked down to see them both poking prominently through the thin fabric of his pink top. Oh god! What could he do? Would he just sit here and let this man do this to him? But what choice did he have. He had to play along, or else risk everything. "What next?" Carl demanded, still stroking and squeezing Daniel's large breasts through his top. "I...I stroked her thigh...." Daniel bit his lip, his eyes still tightly shut, trying to blank out as much as he could. He immediately flinched as he felt Carl's cool hand on his right thigh. Carl gently slid his hand up and down. "Like this? Or maybe like this?" Carl forced his hand between the juncture of Daniel's thighs, forcing his legs apart as he stroked his inner leg. That was quite enough for Daniel. He jumped up off of the sofa and stumbled towards the door. He tugged the hem of his skirt down as he ran. He had to get out of here no matter what! As he slammed the front door shut behind him, he was sure he could hear Carl Simmons laughing. Daniel slipped his heels off of his small feet and picked them up. He ran barefoot down the garden path as best he could in a tight miniskirt, his breasts bouncing on his chest painfully. Finally in the safety of his car, he readjusted the seat and the mirror to his small frame and started the engine. He'd think about how to change back later, but right now he had to get away from that house and away from Carl Simmons. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 3 Daniel pulled the car into the drive-way, up towards his house. Damn, the lights were still on. His Mom and Dad were probably still up watching TV. Turning the engine off, he sighed. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror and had to fight to stave off an urge to just sit there and cry. Why did this have to happen to him? He looked down at his body. His long honey-blonde hair was draped over his breasts, which rose and fell with each of his shallow breaths. His skirt had ridden up with his haste to get into the car and away from Mikayla's house. If only he'd stopped when she'd told him to, Mr. Simmons wouldn't have overheard and come to investigate, and he would still have had his manhood intact. But what had happened back there? How could Mikayla have summoned the strength to push him across the room like that? Especially as he'd had her arms pinned above her head. Daniel hung his head at that thought, feeling a little ashamed. Even though he was a red-blooded male at the best of times, he had never let himself get that carried away before. Drawing a deep breath, Daniel grabbed the high heeled shoes which he'd tossed onto the passenger seat and climbed out of the car, tip-toeing barefoot up to the house. He put his key carefully in the door and let himself in, trying to be as quiet as he could. He could hear the soft murmur of the TV coming from the living room as he gently closed the door behind him. The latch clicked shut. "Dan? Is that you?" It was his mother's voice coming from the next room! Daniel paused, petrified in case he was seen like this. "Uh huh." Daniel coughed, and repeated himself, this time forcefully lowering his voice. "Uh huh." He made quickly for his bedroom. His tight skirt meant he had to take small quick steps, which again sent his breasts bobbing painfully and embarrassingly against his chest. He'd made it. He closed the bedroom door and locked it from the inside. Breathing a sigh of relief he tossed his high heels into the corner where they lay clattered up against a pile of his regular shoes and trainers. Daniel stared longingly at his still unmade bed. He felt exhausted. Daniel pulled his pink top up over his head, almost getting stuck, as he struggled to pull his long blonde hair free. He felt around his skirt, finally finding a zipper at the back, which he awkwardly tugged down enough to yank it down over his wide hips and backside. Daniel tossed the garments onto the floor and looked down. He was wearing a black lace bra which lifted his already generous breasts into an eye-catching cleavage. He sighed helplessly. He could barely keep his eyes open any longer. Not bothering to undress any further, Daniel slipped between the covers of his bed and fell almost straight to sleep. * * * * * * * * * * "Dan?" "Daniel??" Daniel awoke with a fright to the sound of knocking at his bedroom door. His mother called out again. "Daniel!" He breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay, he remembered locking the door last night. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, pulling strands of long blonde hair away from his face and mouth. His chest felt heavy and ached. He slid his hands up and over the lacy covered contours of his breasts. Yep, they were still there. Daniel swung his smooth long legs out of bed and sat up, sweeping his long hair over his back. He heard his Mom outside the door again, "Daniel? Your father and I are going into town now. If you want a ride, you'd better get up now!" Daniel exhaled and glanced at the digital clock next to his bed. 8:30 a.m., Saturday. He remembered his Mom telling him the other day that they planned to get some things in town. He had wanted to come along, however he was quite sure that his Mom and Dad wouldn't be ready for the news that their son has been turned into a girl last night. No, he'd wait till they were gone so he could figure out what the hell he was going to do. "Dan we're not waiting any longer! We're leaving now. There are some eggs in the fridge that you can have for breakfast." Daniel peered tentatively through the curtains, watching as his parents went outside and got into the car. They only had the one family car between them, which usually worked out okay. He would use it in the evenings, and they would use it during the day. As long as he had it back on the drive by the morning, and without any damage. Daniel kept watching and made sure that they had driven well away to the end of the road. He sighed and walked over to his wardrobe, opening it to make use of the full length mirror on its inside door. The sight of his reflection took him by surprise. His long blonde hair lay tussled over his bare shoulders and back. Large blue eyes stared quizzically back at him, his pouty lips hung open in wonder and disbelief. He ran his hands over the contours of his smooth heart-shaped face, watching as his mirror image did the same. Daniel slid his hands over his breasts, still wearing the bra from last night. God, they ached so much. He had to get out of this thing. Awkwardly Daniel fumbled behind him for the clasp of the bra, struggling even more with his long finger nails. Finally it released, a smile of relief spreading across his face. "That is so much better!" He pulled the lacy bra away from his body, pulling his arms free from the shoulder straps. His bare breasts bobbed gently on his chest, but still managed to sit full and pert. Looking in the mirror, he could see how large his pink nipples were. His hands roamed over his fleshy mounds, kneading them, stroking them out of curiosity until he could feel his nipples begin to stiffen. He gently touched them, gasping at their sensitivity. Turning his attention back to the mirror, Daniel watched his reflection as he slid his hands over his flat tummy, then out over his wide female hips. He had a perfect hour-glass figure. He was wearing a high cut pair of black lace panties over his disturbingly flat crotch. He turned sideways, admiring the way his ass curved away from his body like a bubble. He also noticed that he was in fact wearing a thong, the string of which seemed to disappear between his two peachy buttocks. Mikayla had certainly done a thorough job. But reality soon hit home. He had to get back to his normal self, which meant he had to do the only thing he could do. Go back to Mikayla's house. * * * * * * * * * * The hot water from the shower ran over Daniel's curvaceous body, as he rubbed the soap into his bare shoulders. His blonde hair, now soaked, pulled heavily at his scalp. His mind wandered back to yesterday. How he had been dragged from Mikayla's room by her father. How Mr. Simmons had then forced him to confess what he and Mikayla had been doing. How Mr. Simmons had then started to reenact on him exactly what he had done to Mikayla. He tried to forget about it, but it was hard not to remember how Mr. Simmons had played with his breasts, teasing his nipples until they had poked prominently through his top. Daniel closed his eyes as he rubbed the soap suds across his breasts, gasping as his nipples hardened once more. What was he doing?! Daniel turned off the shower and stepped out, pulling the towel from the rack to his body. His panties were now soaked as he had refused to take them off. He'd even staved off a nagging need to pee. He didn't even want to think about what he did or didn't have between his legs now. He rubbed his body dry, the towel feeling surprisingly abrasive against his soft skin. His chest even had to be gently patted dry as the sensation of the towel lancing across his sensitive nipples was simply too much. His weighty hair dripped incessantly, even after ringing it out twice into the bath. Wrapping the towel around his middle, Daniel stalked, irritated, back to his bedroom. His breasts freely swayed with each step. He muttered continuously in his high pitched voice. Was it really 10.00 already? Why had he wasted so much time? Just get back to Mikayla's place, apologise to her father, change back and get the hell out of there. He threw open his wardrobe and pulled out a grey hooded jumper and jogging bottoms. Something baggy enough to accommodate his new curves, and something elasticated enough to cling to his tiny waist. Resolutely leaving the bra behind, he raided his draws for a pair of black socks and then turned his attention to the pile of shoes he kept in the corner. "What the hell?" Daniel questioned aloud. Sure enough the black high heels he had come home with were right where he had tossed them. But, where his other shoes and trainers should have been, there was now a heaped collection of heels, pumps and sandals in varying colours; some pink, some red, some black, some blue. He leafed through the pile of feminine footwear in bewilderment. "How did this happen?" * * * * * * * * * * Daniel stepped out of his house scuffing along in a pair of his Dad's oversized shoes. He felt a little stupid, but he hadn't had much of a choice. All of his own footwear had somehow been replaced by girl's shoes! His Dad's shoes were all ridiculously large for his small feminine feet, but it was definitely the lesser of two evils. Since his parents had taken the car into town this morning, he'd have to make do with walking to the local train station to get to Mikayla's place. There was no way he'd be doing that in high heels! As Daniel walked he was glad of the quiet leafy suburban streets that he lived in. No-one was really around to take notice of him, or wonder why he appeared to be a girl shuffling around in boy's clothes and shoes that were way too big for her. The only minor irritation was a tickling sensation which began at his ankles, and slowly seemed to be making its way further up his legs... * * * * * * * * * * Daniel jogged onto the station concourse, now holding his Dad's large shoes in his hands. He looked desperately around him, until he saw a sign: "TOILETS THIS WAY" Thank God! He burst into the men's toilets and made his way into one of the cubicles. His bladder felt so full, he had almost thought that he wouldn't make it. Never had an urge to pee overtaken him so suddenly! He threw his Dad's shoes down onto the floor and pulled the latch on the cubicle door. Almost instinctively he reached into his pants for his penis. He felt his hand brush against the flat lacy crotch of his panties. Daniel cursed. What he had spent all morning pain-stakingly avoiding could now be avoided no longer. Turning back to face the door, he hooked his thumbs into the elasticated waistband of his joggers and tugged them down to his ankles. Fixing his gaze to the door, lest he catch a glimpse of something he'd rather not, he hooked his thumbs into his panties and tugged them to half way down his thighs. Daniel sat gingerly down onto the toilet seat, his legs tight together and his forearms resting on his legs. He wasn't quite sure what combination of muscles he was supposed to relax in order to pee, but things seemed to take care of themselves and it wasn't long before he could hear a trickle from between his legs. It was an odd sensation, but he daren't look down. Instead he fixed his gaze to the door in front of him, reading some tedious Health and Safety notice to take his mind off of it. Daniel sighed, his bladder at last emptied. That felt so much better! How on Earth did girls cope? He'd been so desperate he'd nearly peed himself! Maybe he just wasn't used to it. But then again, he didn't exactly want to get used to it! Damn it, his legs seemed to itch all over now. Daniel rubbed at his thighs, but what he felt caused him to look down immediately at his lap. "What? How did these get here?" Daniel rubbed his hands over his smooth shiny legs. He now appeared to be wearing a pair of black silk stockings! They ran all the way from his small feet up to the middle of his thighs where they ended in a thick band of elasticated lace. The socks that he had put on this morning were nowhere to be found. That would explain the tingling sensation creeping up his legs as he had walked to the station. Just what was going on? First his shoes this morning, and now this? Suddenly Daniel heard a noise. Someone had come into the toilets! He froze, keeping as still as he could. Even though his cubicle was locked, he was terrified that someone might find him. After all, he had darted into the men's toilet, when to all concerned he now appeared to be a blonde teenage girl. He could hear footsteps coming towards him. The door to his cubicle rattled as someone tried to open it. Daniel gasped, clapping his hand over his mouth. The footsteps outside his door scuffed and then moved on to the next cubicle. Deciding he'd been here quite long enough, Daniel stood up and hurriedly pulled his panties and joggers back up, a decision he instantly regretted as he felt his panties dampen between his legs. He had forgotten that girls needed to dry themselves. He reached down for his shoes but stopped. No, no, this just wasn't happening! Where he'd left his Dad's old shoes were now a pair of shiny new black high heeled pumps. He picked them up, inspecting them. They each had a small ankle strap and a three inch heel. Out of curiosity he sat back down and slipped his stocking covered right foot into one of the pumps. A perfect fit... He tried the other one, even fastening the ankle straps, and again it fit his dainty foot perfectly. Daniel remembered back to a few days ago when Mikayla had played her first prank on him with the transformation stone. How he'd gone to the gym to get changed for football, only to find she'd changed all his clothes into a cheerleader's outfit. Maybe the same thing was happening now. Someone had to be using the transformation stone again. Daniel could picture Mr. Simmons laughing at him. Daniel was roused from his thoughts by the distant rumble of a train approaching the platform outside. The next one would not be for half an hour. He quickly unlatched the door and ran across the men's toilets, his breasts swaying freely under the fabric of his top. His heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. He'd forgotten to take them off! He staggered to one side, the heels of his shoes catching in the overly long pant legs of his joggers. Catching himself against the wall, Daniel carefully shimmied along the perimeter until he was outside. Daniel managed to catch the train in good time and he settled down into a seat. There were a couple of other people dotted around the carriage, but luckily they didn't seem to be paying him any attention. He rubbed his painful ankles, an after effect of having to run for the train in three inch heels. He felt the soft fabric of his silky stockings against his hand. He definitely couldn't put up with much more of this. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 4 As the train carriage gently rocked from side to side, Daniel could feel his heavy breasts freely shifting under his baggy top. He bit his lip as the soft fabric rubbed across his bare nipples. Even the seemingly simple act of sitting on a train was proving difficult! "Uh," Daniel quietly gasped as his hoody lanced across his hardening nipples once more. Looking down he could see his stiff nipples poking through the fabric of his top. Daniel blushed, quickly glancing around the carriage, checking to see if anyone had heard him. The train rocked again, his breasts bobbing side to side, his sensitive erect nipples sliding against the soft inside of his top. "Uhhh," Daniel gasped again. This time a couple of people in the carriage turned their heads to look at him. Daniel ducked his head down quick, his blonde hair curtaining around his feminine face. This was proving unbearable! Leaning to the side Daniel looked down the aisle. He could see that there was a small toilet at the end of the carriage. He figured if he could just make it there he'd be able to get a little more privacy. Daniel drew a breath, summoning his courage. Standing up he shimmied out of his seat. Grasping the train seats for support Daniel staggered in his heels down the aisle, his long pants catching every now and then underneath his tall heels. Daniel stopped, pulling his jogging pants up higher round his waist. Daniel passed a four seater where a man was sat facing him as he approached, his face hidden behind a newspaper. Daniel carefully clipped in his heels, trying to sneak past unnoticed, when suddenly the train rocked to one side. Daniel stumbled to the side, crumpling the man's newspaper, his breasts pushing into the man's face. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Daniel's face blushed bright red as he struggled to stand upright again, brushing his long hair out of his face. "That's quite alright." The wirey middle-aged man looked up at him. He wore a pinstripe suit, his hair black and slick. A smile formed at his thin lips as he looked Daniel over, his eyes lingering on his ample chest. Daniel's cheeks burned and he hurried as quickly as he could to the toilet cubicle, shutting the door behind him. How embarrassing! He'd practically fallen into the man's lap! Daniel sighed as he pulled the toilet lid down and sat down, his wide hips stretching his jogging pants. He had tried his best not to be noticed by anyone the whole journey, only for him to end up with a stranger's face pressed into his breasts! Daniel tried to console himself. At least he'd hopefully be a boy again soon. The man wouldn't even recognise him if they happened to run into each other again. Daniel crossed his arms, pulling his hoody from the bottom, up over his head, being careful to pull his long blonde hair free. He tossed it to the floor beside him. Daniel stared down as his large breasts rose and fell on his chest with his breathing. It still seemed very strange to see a pair of girl's tits from this angle. He could see how pink and swollen his jersey had made his nipples. Daniel's head fell back as he closed his eyes. That was much better. Although the motion of the train still rocked his heavy breasts side to side, he at least didn't have to contend with the increasingly distracting sensation of the soft fabric of his top rubbing against his nipples. Daniel gasped in his feminine register as the door to the toilet cubicle pushed inwards. The thin besuited man from earlier feined surprise as he looked at Daniel sitting there topless. "I'm terribly sorry, the door wasn't locked..." The man lingered, his gaze drifting to Daniel's bare breasts as they rose and fell on his chest. Daniel, his mouth still hung open with surprise, glanced down at his chest, then quickly tried to cover his modesty with his small feminine hands. "We really should stop meeting like this." The man gave Daniel a sleezy smile and withdrew from the cubicle. Daniel snapped the door shut, pulling the bolt quickly across the door. Daniel blushed with embarrassment. Surely the man had known he was still in there, even if he had forgotten to lock the door? What was he, some sort of pervert? Daniel looked up as he heard the automated voice announcing the next station over the tanoy. That was his stop! Daniel quickly reached down for his top, his hands sliding over the soft satin-like fabric. What the hell? Daniel held the garment out, turning it around in his hands. It was a blouse! A white satin blouse! Daniel thought back to earlier when he had used the toilet at the station. First his socks had crept up his legs, until he had found himself wearing a pair of black silk stockings on each of his long smooth legs. Then his father's shoes had somehow been replaced with a pair of three-inch black high-heels. And now this! Daniel had no choice. Hurriedly he threaded his slender arms through and began fastening the small white buttons along the front of the blouse. He noticed it hugged his small wasp-like waist, flaring out a little at the top to fit his large breasts. Fastening the buttons all the way up to his neck Daniel stood up, tugging on the perfectly fitted blouse. To his dismay he saw that it was partially see-through and that he could see two dark patches where his nipples were. At least his pants showed no signs of changing, even if he could feel a constriction around each of his thighs, caused by the elasticated lacy tops of his stockings. Daniel could feel the train beginning to slow and unbolted the cubicle door. Drawing a deep breath he marched back out along the carriage, not daring to look back, knowing that that sleezy man was probably still sat there waiting to catch a glimpse of him. He was now beginning to realize what girls ment when they felt like a piece of meat. * * * * * * * * * * Daniel stepped down from the train, his ankle buckling beneath him as he struggled to balance on his high heeled shoes. He ran his small feminine hands along the side of the stationary train as he made his way slowly down the platform towards the exit, his heels still catching in his long baggy pants. Although his new blouse fit his upper body perfectly, he could feel an odd tingling sensation around his breasts and upper back. "Tickets please, young lady." Daniel looked up at the tall station guard standing before him. Did he just call him lady? Daniel blushed with embarrasment. After his runs ins with the creepy man on the train, the last thing Daniel wanted to do was have to interact with anyone else whilst he was still a girl. He fumbled in the baggy pockets of his joggers, but remembered that in his haste to catch the train, he hadn't bought a ticket. "Uh," Daniel sighed. He looked up at the man, trying to think of some lousy explanation. Daniel could see that the guard's eyes seemed to be focused on his chest. They widened, a broad smile forming at his mouth. Daniel looked down at his chest and gasped. His white blouse was gradually parting from the top down, the buttons popping open one by one. He could also feel a constricting sensation around his chest, which gradually became more intense. As the neckline of his satin blouse plunged, Daniel felt his heavy breasts forced upwards, a tight line of cleavage forming between them. "Ah!" Daniel's mouth hung open in amazement. He ran his hands over the shiny fabric of his white blouse, sliding his hands over his large breasts. Daniel looked up helplessly at the station guard, watching as he opened the ticket barrier for him. Giving Daniel a quick wink he ushered him through. Daniel hurriedly tripped along past the guard on his high heels, his breasts bobbing gently under his blouse. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the man's gaze following him, lowering to his backside as he passed. How embarrssing! At least he had got away with not having to buy a ticket. Daniel hurried as best he could in three inch heels through the station concourse towards the toilets. He felt even more self conscious than before, especially since this station was a little busier than the one back home. He could feel eyes on him constantly and he inwardly cringed imagining all the things they might be thinking. They must certainly think it strange seeing a girl in a feminine blouse, high-heels and jogging pants hurriedly making her way through the station. Daniel stopped looking up at the sign for the male and female toilets. Remembering how frightened he had been when a man had come in the toilets at the station back home, not to mention having a someone literally walk in on him on the train, Daniel opted this time for the ladies. * * * * * * * * * * Daniel stared at his feminine reflection in the mirror that hung along the wall above the sinks. His bright blue eyes blinked innocently back at him. He still couldn't get used to seeing a hot blonde girl every time he looked in the mirror. Daniel stared at his blouse, at the generous line of cleavage that gently swelled with each of his short breaths. No wonder the station guard had let him through without paying. He had certainly got his money's worth just from looking down Daniel's blouse. Curious as to the tight constriction around his breasts, Daniel carefully unbuttoned the white buttons down the front of his blouse, hampered a little by his long pink fingernails. Daniel looked in the mirror, gasping. He pulled the blouse open more, off of his shoulders slightly, as he stared at himself in the mirror. His breasts rose and fell, swelling beneath the white satin and lace cups of his bra. How had this happened? He had deliberately avoided wearing a bra this morning, but here he was, his large tits supported by a pretty lace bra! Out of curiousity Daniel ran his hands over the satin cups, when suddenly one of the cubicle doors behind him opened and a young brunette woman stepped out. "Oh!" She looked at Daniel, a little shocked. Daniel's face flushed red as the woman's gaze drifted to the reflection of his satin and lace covered breasts. "I....uh, I was just....." Daniel blustered in his high pitched voice. "Don't worry about it." The woman came up beside Daniel, checking her makeup in the mirror. "If I had breasts like that, I'd want to stare at them all day too." Daniel blushed, quickly doing up the buttons of his tight fitting blouse. The brunette woman lifted her handbag up onto the side and began to rumage through it. "Have you got any lip gloss?" the woman asked him. "I, uh....no, sorry." Daniel felt so embarrassed. He just wanted the conversation to end. He watched as the woman pulled out a small bottle of perfume and began lightly spraying her neck. The sweet fragrance caught Daniel a little off guard and he caughed effeminately. "Oh, sorry honey." The woman touched his arm affectionately. "No, no it's fine," Daniel began, "it smells really nice." "You like it? I picked it up at that new boutique in town. Here why don't you try some?" "No, really, I'm fine." "Come on! It won't hurt you." Daniel took the bottle in his small hands. It was filled with a yellowy coloured liquid. He was willing to do anything just to get this woman to go away. Angling his head up, Daniel gave his neck a couple of short sprays. The sweet perfume filled his nostrils. "Thanks." Daniel handed the bottle back sheepishly. "Any time. Oh, here, don't forget those!" Daniel watched helplessly as the woman gave a couple of sprays to his exposed cleavage. "What's your name?" Daniel couldn't believe it, his mind raced quickly. "Uh, Dani." It was the name he'd used when he had first turned up at Mikayla's house yesterday as a girl. "I'm Helen. Listen it was a pleasure to meet you Dani. I need to catch my train, but maybe I'll see you around." "Okay..." Daniel nervously answered, watching as the woman made her way back outside. Daniel breathed a sigh of relief. Do women really talk that much to each other? They had been total strangers and yet she'd immediately struck up a friendly conversation with him. That would never of happened in the gents toilets. No way! Daniel checked his appearance one last time in the mirror. He could still smell the flowery fragrance of the perfume on his neck and chest. * * * * * * * * * * Daniel stepped out of the toilets back onto the station concourse, holding his pant legs up slightly so that his tall heels could clear them. As Daniel surveyed the busy station concourse he caught sight of someone he recognised. His pinstripe suit and slicked black hair were unmistakable. It was the man from the train. Daniel blushed as the man leered across at him. Daniel looked away quickly to the floor, hurriedly clipping along in his heels. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that the man was starting to stride towards him. Daniel began to panic. If he had still been a boy, he would have marched straight up to the guy and told him where to get off. But now? Now he was a girl. For the first time in his life Daniel felt vulnerable. He began to run faster. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 5 Daniel hurried out of the station, his high heels loudly clacking on the sidewalk, his long blonde hair trailing behind him. "Oww." Daniel felt his right ankle buckle beneath him as his heel caught once again on the baggy leg of his jogging pants. Staggering to a nearby bench, Daniel quickly sat down, unbuckling his troublesome shoes from his small ankles. Rubbing at his sore stocking covered feet, Daniel looked behind him. The man in the pinstripe suit grinned at him as he strode ever closer. Quickly Daniel rolled his long pant legs up to his thighs, exposing his silky black stockings. He'd be able to run much more easily if he wasn't constantly tripping on his overly long pants. Daniel made a bolt for it, carrying his black high heels in his right hand. As Daniel ran, his stocking covered legs brushed against each other. He found that he thanks to his bra, his breasts no longer painfully bounced against his chest. Daniel quickly looked behind him. The man was still following him! Daniel tried to run faster, but his short legs didn't allow him to move as fast as he could as a boy. He quickly tried to think of what he could do. Wait a second, that was it! He would take a shortcut through the park. Mikayla's house was just on the other side. Daniel could hear his feminine breath heaving as he ran through the park gates, into the shade of the tall green trees that overhung the path. He glanced behind him again. He couldn't see the man now. Maybe he had lost him. "Ooff." Daniel ran headlong into another man. Daniel had been too distracted to see him. "Woah, easy there!" Daniel felt a pair of large hands grip his tiny waist, pulling him upright. He looked up. The man was tall, athletic, with dark hair. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jogging pants and trainers. "I'm sorry." Daniel blushed, checking behind him again to make sure that the man who had been following him was nowhere to be seen. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Daniel thought quickly. He glanced at the tall man's jogging pants and remembered that he was wearing a pair himself. "I was... I was just jogging." Daniel fought to catch his breath. "In a blouse and skirt?" The man raised his right eyebrow. "Skirt?" Daniel looked down and gasped. He could see that in place of his rolled up pants was now a tight fitting black skirt. Daniel ran his hands over its soft fabric in amazement. It hugged his wide hips and backside, ending mid thigh. Having left the house this morning in a hoody, pants and his Dad's oversized shoes, Daniel was now dressed head to toe in feminine clothing. Daniel could feel his cheeks blushing with embarrassment. Clearly the man wasn't going to buy his story. He figured he may as well tell the truth. "I....I was being..... followed," Daniel gasped. "Followed?" The man looked into the distance. "I can't see anyone." "I think I lost him." "Okay, but I don't think you should be alone in this park. I'll walk you to the otherside if you like?" Daniel stared up at the man. He wanted to tell him he didn't need to. That he'd be fine. But the truth was Daniel was afraid. He was, to all intents and purposes, a teenage girl. The world had suddenly begun to seem a whole lot scarier. "Okay." Daniel felt embarrassed at his admission. Daniel waited for the man to lead on, but he didn't. Finally he spoke, "Aren't you going to put your shoes on?" Daniel looked down at the three-inch black high heels that he still carried in his feminine hand. It seemed he wasn't going to be allowed to get away from them. He sighed as he walked to a bench beside the path and sat down. He slipped his feminine feet back into his shoes and fastened the ankle straps. As he looked up he was surprised to find the man holding his hand out. Daniel awkwardly took it and he was easily pulled to his feet. His heels scuffled a little on the stone path as he struggled to keep his balance. As they walked Daniel felt glad that he finally seemed to have come across a man who didn't just want to oggle at his breasts the whole time. He began to relax as he stared up at the trees, the