A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
...continued in Chapter 3
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