A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 9
Wow, wow, wow! Mikayla tucked into her breakfast cereal as she gazed dreamily into the distance. Last night had been simply amazing! She'd never thought that she would lose her virginity in quite that way, but having sex with another girl had been a mind-blowing experience. She felt a little bad that she had lied to Daniel about her intentions, luring him back to her house so that her father would turn him back into a girl. But he certainly wouldn't deny that he had enjoyed himself as well.
"12.30."
Mikayla looked up to see her father enter the kitchen. "I'm sorry?" she enquired nervously.
"12.30 is the time your friend finally made it back downstairs."
Oh no, had he overheard them last night? Neither her nor Daniel had been particularly restrained with the noise they had been making last night.
"If you wanted him to stay longer, you should have just asked."
Mikayla breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I'm sorry Daddy. We were both so tired after the film that we fell asleep. But you're right, I should have let you know."
Carl walked closer, kissing his daughter's forehead. "As long as we've got our understanding."
"I know," Mikayla said, "no boys."
"No boys, that's right."
That was fine with her. All Mikayla could think about right now anyway, was Daniel's beautiful feminine face.
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Daniel scratched at his stubble, tossing a half eaten slice of toast onto the breakfast table. Oh god, oh god, oh god. His mind kept replaying the events of last night.
First the sex with Mikayla. It had been bizarre to say the least to find himself on his back, his legs spread as Mikayla had eaten out his pussy. His pussy! Now those were two words that didn't belong together.
He knew he'd be in big trouble with Carl Simmons if he was caught sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night. He'd taken it upon himself to try and find the transformation stone and change himself back before he was noticed. The last couple of times he'd seen Carl go off into the dining room to fetch the stone, so he figured that must be where he kept it. But Carl had caught him looking. He'd overheard what he and Mikayla had been doing. He wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. Daniel felt his face burning red. He had barely resisted once Carl had started playing with his sensitive breasts. It had just felt so good that he hadn't wanted him to stop. He remembered the sound of his feminine voice as Carl had played with his pussy. How had he let it get that far? It had been bad enough on Friday when he had had to endure Carl groping at his bare breasts and caressing his thigh. Then on Saturday he had had to perform for Carl, playing with his own
sensitive breasts until he had moaned out loud. This time, the memories of his recent female orgasms with Mikayla were still fresh in his mind. It had been like a drug, and he had wanted more.
"Are you okay Dan?"
Daniel looked up at his Mom, sitting across from him at the table. She wore her blonde hair in a tight ponytail, which seemed designed to pull any evidence of aging from her porcelain face. Was he okay? How could he tell her? How would she possibly believe the events of the past few days?
He was at least relieved to find himself a guy again when he woke up this morning. The only hint last night that the stone was changing him back last night had been the maringlly shorter length of his hair. He'd gone to bed, still female, his tiny red dress in a heap on the floor. It seemed to be taking even longer for him to revert back to his male self.
"Dan? Your mother asked you a question!"
Daniel looked across at his father, a tall fit man, greying. In his prime he had been something of a college football prodigy himself.
"I'm fine," Daniel irritatedly answered at last.
"Don't take that tone with us Daniel! And another thing, you mind telling me what happened to the car last night?"
"I'm sorry Dad, what can I say?"
Daniel had scarcely been able to drive straight last night on the way home. It was no surprise that he'd scraped the paintwork against the wall reversing into the driveway.
"Sorry is what you will be young man. You're banned from driving it, and the repair is coming out of your allowance."
Great. Just when Daniel's life couldn't get any worse.
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Later that day...
"Leave me alone." Daniel stalked through the school corridor as Mikayla ran after him.
"Dan? What's wrong?" Mikayla held his arm stopping him. Daniel had been doing his best to avoid her all day.
"You and that stupid stone is what's wrong!"
"But... but I thought you enjoyed last night," Mikayla said, "In fact I was kinda hoping we could do it again." Her green eyes bore into him, a wry smile at her lips. Daniel could feel his resolve weakening.
"No!" Daniel blinked and shook his head. "I don't know what it is you do, but stay out of my head."
"Dan!"
Daniel ignored her, marching off to the gym changing room. Although it deeply pained him, he had to stay away from Mikayla. He couldn't run the risk of him being changed into a girl again. Not after last night. The reason being that he wasn't sure he could trust himself anymore. No, it was time to put it all behind him. Besides which, he had some football practice to catch up on.
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Carl Simmons carefully unlocked the ornate cupboard in the corner of the dining room, setting the transformation stone down on the top shelf. Reaching to the lower shelf, he pulled out one of several large books and set it down on the dining table.
"Now then, let's see," Carl pondered as he opened the book of spells. He easily found the page he was looking for. After all he had used the exact same spell not three days ago.
"Yes, this will definitely keep that little bitch away from Mikayla."
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"Woah Danny Boy, you were on fire today!" Sam Fletcher slapped his team mate forcefully on the back. "I better watch myself, you'll be after the captaincy before long."
Daniel beamed. "Thanks. I guess you could say I was working out some aggression today."
"I'll say." Glen Wilson rubbed his sore shoulder. "You nearly popped my shoulder out of its socket out there."
Daniel had been glad to get back out on the football field. It had helped take his mind off of everything. He stripped from his kit, still sweating, his muscles aching. He'd be glad to get in the showers to cool off.
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Carl Simmons read from the ancient book in front of him, its language barely recognisible as human. He closed his eyes. Carl could feel a breeze rustling the pages of the book, his hair wavering.
He opened his eyes again. It was done. He'd made a mistake last time by merely turning Daniel Jennings into a girl. This time however, he was certain that Daniel wouldn't be fooling around with his daughter anymore.
As Carl walked back into the living room, he admitted to feeling a pang of regret that he probably wouldn't see Daniel at the house again. He certainly had enjoyed the young man's distress at having been turned into a blonde teenage girl. Not to mention their little encounter last night. It would be a shame to give that up. Maybe he'd have to pay Daniel Jennings a little visit.
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The sound of raucous laughter could be heard in the men's showers as Daniel and the rest of the football squad exchanged dirty jokes. This was more like it, Daniel thought. Hanging out with the guys, having a good time. He rubbed soap across his broad chest as he glanced around the open plan showers. His eyes lingered on Sam's toned body as he washed, drifting down, gazing at his backside for a moment.
Daniel shook his head, looking away quick. He felt his heart beat hammering in his ears. He turned back, this time his gaze drifting to Glen's penis, which hung limp, but still impressively long between his legs. Daniel could feel a stirring between his own legs.
"Whoa look everyone, Dan's getting a bit over excited!" Sam pointed at him and instantly everyone's attention was on Daniel. He looked down at his body, finding his fully erect penis bobbing gently between his legs.
"Uhh, I..." Daniel was speechless. His face burned with embarrassment as the guys laughed at him. He didn't know what else to do; he ran from the showers, naked and dripping. He found the toilet cubicles which adjoined the changing rooms and dived in, slamming the door shut and locking it.
Daniel pulled the lid of the toilet down and fell back onto it, his still rigid cock bobbing on his lap. Oh god, how embarrassing! He'd never had that happen to him before! Not in the men's showers. What had happened? Had he been checking the other guys out? The image of Glen's large penis filled his mind. He felt his own hand sliding down, wrapping itself around his stiff member. He began to stroke it softly as he pictured all the muscular, toned bodies in the showers. What was he doing? He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else, but instead he found his mind drifting back to the events of last night.
Daniel pictured in his mind how Carl Simmons had pressed into him, pinning him between his body and the table. He remembered how he had started to play with his large breasts.
Daniel gripped his cock even tighter, pumping it faster in his hand.
He thought of how Carl had started to massage his pussy through his panties.
Daniel pumped his thick cock, a drop of fluid forming at the head of his swollen glans.
He remembered the sensation of Carl's finger rolling around his stiff wet clitoris.
"AHHHHHH!"
Daniel erupted, his cock pulsating, sending streams of sticky white cum up over his stomach. He sat there in the cubicle, gasping as his cock softened, cum glistening on his naked muscular body.
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Daniel burst out of the school gymnasium. He had hurriedly gotten dressed and packed his things back into his bag. He didn't care if he still had lessons, he was going home.
As he exited the school gates, Daniel was still plagued with visions of Carl Simmons, his large hands roaming over his curvaceous feminine body.
Daniel was startled from his daydream by the sound of a car horn. He looked across the street and could see a familiar silver car parked up. As he jogged across the street, the driver-side window slid downwards.
"Need a ride?"
Daniel looked around him, nervously making sure that he wasn't being watched. When he was sure he wasn't, he hurried over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door.
Carl Simmons smiled at Daniel as he got in and started the car engine.
...continued in Chapter 10
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