A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
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.
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"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.
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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 am already? Why had he wasted so much time? Just get back to Mikayla's place, apologize 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 drawers 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?"
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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...
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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.
...continued in Chapter 4
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