A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
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, their leaves rustling in the summer morning breeze.
"Well here we are," the man said at last as they reached the parks gates on the opposite side.
"Thanks." Daniel looked shyly down at the ground.
"Listen, if you're not doing anything later. Maybe, uh. Maybe you'd like to have some dinner?"
Daniel looked up in shock. He quickly hurried off, blushing furiously, as his round backside neatly twitching beneath his tight black skirt.
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Daniel gripped the gate outside Mikayla's house, breathing heavily. He brushed his honey-blonde hair away from his face and drew a deep breath, composing himself. He could still smell his sweet perfume carrying on the breeze. This morning had been far more eventful than he'd wanted it to. He was more adament than ever that he didn't want to spend another second as a girl.
Daniel rang the door bell and waited. He was nervous about seeing Mr. Simmons again after last night, but he had to do this. He saw movement behind the frosted glass window. The door slowly opened as Daniel swallowed hard, looking up. Carl Simmons stood before him, staring down, his arms folded across his broad chest.
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"I was wondering when you might turn up. I guess you'd better come in." Carl stood to the side as Daniel entered. Daniel could feel his heart beat hammering in his ears as he walked back into the living room. Back to where Mr. Simmons had touched his feminine body indecently the night before.
"So can I do something for you, young lady?" Carl asked as he strode confidently into the room. He circled Daniel like a predator, making sure he felt as uncomfortable as possible. Daniel blushed as Carl stared for a long moment at his chest. He tried desparately to deflect his attentions.
"Is uh, is Mikayla home?"
"She's sleeping."
"Oh... Well, I wanted to apologise. To both of you. For my behaviour last night."
"Apologise you say? And what would that be for again? Ah, yes, trying to rape my daughter!"
Daniel jumped as Carl raised his voice.
"No... Yes... No," Daniel stammered, unsure of how he should respond.
"I imagine, of course, that you couldn't help it. That it wasn't your fault?"
"Yes, yes, I couldn't help it." Daniel liked where this seemed to be going.
"And seeings as nothing happened anyway, I should probably forgive you and turn you back into a boy."
"Yes, yes," Daniel almost pleaded in his high pitched voice.
Carl looked thoughtful for a while as he strode around Daniel once more. "I know what you school jocks are like, I bet it's been agonising to find yourself turned into some hot piece of ass...." As if to emphasize his point, Carl gripped Daniel's backside, squeezing it firmly. Daniel gasped.
".... to find men staring at you, wanting only one thing..." Carl whispered as he stroked the hair away from Daniel's ear. Daniel shivered uneasily, recalling how the man on the train had leered at his naked breasts in the toilet.
"....staring at your tits, wishing they could squeeze them....imagining that pussy you've got between your legs...."
Daniel felt his face blush. He had constantly been aware of the odd vacancy between his legs, but Carl's choice of words sent a shiver over his whole body.
"....wanting only one thing," Carl repeated. Daniel began to panic. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all. He'd probably be better off anywhere than here right now, girl or not.
"Sit down, I've got something for you..." Carl whispered in Daniel's ear. Daniel felt Carl's large hands on his small waist, guiding him to the sofa. Daniel fell back onto the plush cushions, his breasts jostling on his chest. He watched as Carl gave him a leering once over and then disappeared into the dining room.
Oh god! What was he going to do? Should he leave? But then he'd still be stuck as a girl? Or should he stay? But who knows what Carl had planned for him. What he might try and do to him. Daniel shuddered at the memory of last night when Carl had touched his breasts and touched his thigh.
Daniel gasped as Carl returned to the living room. He looked over at Daniel and chuckled. Daniel suddenly realised that he was seated most unlady like, with his legs apart, and that Carl was getting a good
glimpse up his skirt. He quickly snapped his legs shut, blushing furiously.
"For a moment I thought that was an invitation to continue where we left off last night," Carl smirked.
"No...I, uh....." Daniel stammered, baulking at the thought of it.
"Oh really, then why else did you come here dressed like such a slut?" Carl enquired, his gaze running up and down Daniel's curvaceous body once more.
"What are you talking about? You dressed me like this! You used the transformation stone on me this morning, didn't you? You changed my clothes!" Daniel looked and could see the transformation stone glowing softly in Carl's right hand.
"What do you mean?"
"This morning I left the house in an old hoody and some jogging pants, and by the time I got here, I was like this!" Daniel gestured at the cleavage afforded by his tight fitted blouse and bra.
Carl walked over to where Daniel sat and chuckled to himself. "If it had of been me, I think I would have picked something in red. And I would have done something with your hair." Carl ran his fingers through Daniel's long blonde hair.
"If it wasn't you, then who did it?" Daniel's pretty face frowned.
"How long have you been a girl now? It has to have been twelve hours at least."
"So?"
"So, the world around you is beginning to adjust. It's starting to catch up with your change."
"I don't want it catching up!" Daniel was horrified to think that more than just his clothes might start changing.
"Then you should have thought about that before you ran off last night."
Daniel sighed, feeling deflated. Like he would have stayed and let Mr. Simmons touch him any longer. Daniel swallowed uneasily as Carl sat down close next to him on the sofa. He watched as Carl inhaled.
"Perfume?"
"I, uh...." Daniel struggled to answer.
"Are you sure there isn't something else you want?" Carl purred, placing his hand on Daniel's stocking covered thigh.
Daniel jerked his leg. "Please....please just change me back."
"All in good time." Daniel watched as Carl set the transformation stone down onto the coffee table, beside the sofa. "You left last night just as things were getting interesting." Carl reached out with a finger, lifting up the low neckline of Daniel's white satin blouse as he stared down his top. Daniel began breathing heavily, which only served to inflate his already heaving cleavage. "How about giving me a little show first?"
"Wha?..... What?" Daniel could scarcely believe what he was hearing.
"Take off your blouse." Carl's voice deepened.
"Please! I said I was sorry," Daniel pleeded in his feminine voice.
"Take off your blouse.... Or shall I just take this back through and send you on your way?" Carl indicated the transformation stone which sat glowing eerily on the table.
"No! No!" Daniel quickly added, "Alright. Alright, I'll do it."
"Good girl." Carl stroked Daniel's long blonde hair away from his cheek.
Daniel felt ashamed as he began to unbutton his blouse, but what choice did he have. Daniel parted his blouse, his breasts heaving under his white satin and lace bra. He watched as Carl stared at them, lustfully licking his lips.
"Now take off your bra," Carl continued in his deep voice.
"No, please!"
"Do it, or else you'll be living with those large tits of yours for the rest of your life!"
Daniel's bottom lip quivered as he slowly pulled his white blouse from his shoulders, pulling his slender arms through. His bare flesh goosebumped in the cool air. Slipping the shoulder straps of his bra down, Daniel reached around behind him, fumbling with the clasp of his bra.
"Here, let me." Carl unsnapped Daniel's bra for him, the pressure on his breasts instantly easing. Daniel looked down helplessly as Carl pulled his white lacy bra from his feminine body, his naked breasts jostling gently on his chest. Daniel could feel his cheeks blushing red with embarrassment.
"Mmmm, very nice...." Carl purred softly. "Have you played with them yet?"
Daniel looked up at the larger man. Was he serious?
"I bet you have, I bet it felt good didn't it?"
Daniel thought back to earlier in the shower when he had rubbed soap suds across his breasts, inadvertantly causing his nipples to harden.
"Why don't you try it now? Give those nice tits of yours a squeeze." Carl grinned at Daniel, his eyes lingering on his bare breasts. He obviously decided that Daniel needed a little more persuasion. "What's the matter? You'll be a boy again soon enough. You'll never have tits again after that. What does it matter to you?"
At least it still seemed as if Carl was definitely going to turn him back again, Daniel thought. If he could just put up with this for a little longer. And besides, he was right. He wouldn't ever be a girl again after this. Daniel slowly reached up, cupping both of his heavy breasts in his small feminine hands.
"That's it," Carl murmured, "give them a little squeeze."
Daniel bit his lip, trying his best to stifle a gasp as he softly squeezed his large mounds. He wouldn't give Carl the satisfaction. He closed his eyes, wincing, as he began kneeding his soft breasts for Carl, squeezing them, lifting them, running the palms of his hands around them.
"That's it, now finger your nipples. Get them nice and hard."
Daniel blushed, his eyes still closed, as he began to roll his index fingers around his large pink nipples. Daniel squirmed on the sofa, his mouth straining not to make any noise. He could feel his nipples hardening as his fingers rubbed over them. His legs began to writhe, his stocking covered thighs brushing against one another under his skirt. The feeling of his silky smooth legs rubbing together excited him even more and he could begin to feel a warm tingling between his legs.
"Uhhhhhh," Daniel gasped aloud, his eyes closed.
Daniel stopped. He looked down sheepishly, his breasts swollen, his nipples fat and pink. They rose and fell with his quick breathing. Daniel looked back up at Carl, brushing his honey-blonde hair away from his face. Daniel felt so embarrassed. He hadn't been able to restrain himself any longer, gasping with the pleasurable sensations of playing with his breasts. Carl grinned at him smugly.
"There, that wasn't so unpleasant was it? I bet it even got you a little wet down there? Shall we find out?"
Daniel shook his head quickly. He could indeed feel a warm heat between his legs, but had no desire to investigate it any further.
Carl smiled, delighting in Daniel's uncomfortableness. Daniel was both surprised and relieved when he saw Carl holding the transformation stone in the flat of his palm. He watched as he closed his eyes and passed his other hand slowly across it. After a pause Carl opened his eyes again.
"Why isn't anything happening?" Daniel panicked as he held his arms out and checked his bare chest for signs of change.
"Relax, the change is happening, just more slowly than before. The more time you spend in a transformed state, the harder it is for your body to revert back."
How did Carl seem to know so much about the transformation stone, Daniel thought to himself.
"How long will it take?" Daniel enquired nervously.
"If you leave now, you'll probably be back to normal by the time you get home. You see? Your hair is shorter already."
Daniel fingered his hair. It did seem a little shorter than before. He looked at his outstretched arms again and noticed that his fingernails seemed to be a little shorter as well. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God."
"Now get out of my house!" Carl barked. "And here, you'll need these." Daniel watched as Carl dropped his bra and blouse into his lap.
Daniel needed no further prompting. He quickly slid his arms through the straps of his bra, scooping his breasts one by one back into the large cups. He reached behind himself, hooking his bra clasp more easily thanks to his shorter nails. Daniel noticed with that he didn't fill his bra quite as fully as before.
He threaded his slender arms through his blouse and began to button it up from the bottom. He stood up, his heels clicking on the wooden floor. He tugged on the short hem of his black skirt, wishing it were longer. Carl escorted Daniel to the door.
"If you ever set foot near here again, I'll have you back in a bra and panties before you even catch sight of my daughter."
There was no chance of that. Daniel had already vowed never to set foot near this place again.
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Carl smiled as he closed the door. Returning to the living room he peered out through the window, watching as Daniel walked down the road, his still full backside shifting pleasingly beneath his skirt. Even the thought of that arrogant jock trapped in the body of a sexy blonde girl made him hard.
Carl retired back into the dining room where an old dusty leather-bound book lay open on the table. He ran his finger down the page, translating the ancient texts, till he found the section he had been studying before Daniel had arrived. He uttered words in a long forgotten language and a faint breeze wafted through the room, rustling the pages of the book.
Carl looked up. He could hear movement coming from upstairs. Satisfied he closed the book, dust billowing from its pages. He lifted it carefully to an open cupboard in the corner of the room and took a small key from his pocket. As he locked the ornately carved cupboard, he heard Mikayla coming down the stairs.
"Hi Daddy." Mikayla smiled at Carl as she came through to the dining room. Under her arms she carried large rolled up sheets of paper.
"Hi honey, did you sleep well?"
"I can't believe I overslept for so long, it's not like me at all!" Mikayla looked puzzled.
"It's Saturday, you're allowed to. What have you got there?" Carl indicated the paper in her arms.
"Oh this? Just rubbish." Mikayla dumped the armfuls of paper onto the dining table. "My old posters." She seemed to stare thoughtfully at the various pictures of male models and boy-band pin-ups that were now strewn across the table. "I don't really know what I saw in them all."
"Maybe you're just growing up." Carl smiled serenly as he helped her take the paper out to the recylcing. He didn't even mention Daniel or what had happened to her last night. He knew he didn't have to. Although she had broken his rules, he was confident that she wouldn't now break her own rules.
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Daniel let himself back into his empty house and went straight to his bedroom. He kicked off his dad's shoes into the corner where they bumped against his old pile of shoes and trainers. Everything was finally back to normal.
He fell back onto the bed, exhausted. He ran his hands over his thick muscular arms and over the course stubble of his face. He swept through his short sandy hair and then finally cupped the bulge in his jogging pants.
Already the events of the past couple of days had begun to seem less real and more like a dream. His adventures were over. That was it. No more Mikayla, no more Carl Simmons. And no more stupid transformation stone. Starting tomorrow he would get back to his regular life.
...continued in Chapter 6
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