A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 10
"Something on your mind today Mikayla?" Mr Quinn asked as she filed out of the room with the rest of the class. Mikayla turned, walking over to her science teacher's desk. "I watched you yesterday," he continued, "and I thought you really seemed to be taking it in. What happened?"
"I know I'm sorry," Mikayla began, hugging her books to her chest. "It's been a strange week. I think I just broke up with someone. Again."
"Well I'm not sure I can help you with that."
"I know." Mikayla looked thoughtful for a moment. "Mr. Quinn? Do you believe in magic?"
"Magic?" Mr. Quinn raised his eyebrows in bemusement, but instantly he saw that Mikayla was serious. He cleared his throat. "Well, in my experience magic, or what one perceives to be magic, is merely something which has not yet been understood."
Mikayla nodded her head, letting Mr. Quinn continue.
"Basically everything has a reason for happening. You just have to figure it out."
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"Something on your mind today Daniel?"
Carl glanced across at Daniel as he drove the car. Daniel wasn't too sure where they were heading, but it seemed to be out of town. He still wasn't quite sure what had compelled him to get into Carl's car when he had seen it parked outside the school gates.
"Uh, yeah, kinda." Daniel looked down meekly. "That stone," he began, "I think that stone's done something to me."
"Really? In what way?"
"I should be mad at you," Daniel began. "I should cave your head in for what you made me do last night."
"If you recall, you didn't exactly protest at the time."
Daniel stared down at his lap, feeling his face flushing with embarrassment. The thing was Carl was right. He'd only offered a token protest as Carl had touched his feminine body. He paused for a while, gazing out at the passing scenery. Finally he spoke, "I can't stop thinking about it."
"And how can I help with this exactly?" Carl probed.
Daniel looked up at Carl, his pulse quickening. He could scarcely believe it when the words finally came out of his mouth. "I want you to turn me into a girl again."
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Carl drove onwards. They appeared to be heading out to the woodlands on the outskirts of town. Taking a left turn, Carl pulled the car up an unmade road, away from the roar of the main roads and further into a quiet wooded seclusion. Finally he stopped, turning the engine off. Other than the twitter of birds in the trees and the distant rumble of cars, they were alone.
"So Daniel, you want to be a girl again?" Carl said at last. "That's quite a demand for someone who isn't exactly owed any favours at the moment." He shifted in his seat to face Daniel.
"Please," Daniel pleeded shamelessly, "I can't stop thinking about it." Daniel recalled the earth-shaking orgasms he had had as a girl, first with Mikayla, and then as Carl had played with his wet pussy.
"Beg me," Carl demanded matter of factly.
"What?"
"I want you to beg me to turn you into a girl."
"Please Mr. Simmons, please turn me into a girl." Daniel knew he shouldn't be doing this. It was all so wrong, yet why was he sat there pleading for Carl to turn him back into a girl. Why did he so want to feel Carl's hands on his feminine body once more? Daniel hung his head in shame.
"Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."
Daniel looked up shocked, stammering, "I... I..."
"Come on, that is what you've been thinking about isn't it? That is why you want to be a girl again?"
Daniel watched as Carl unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching in he pulled out his flacid cock. Daniel's heart beat was racing, yet rather than be horrified, he found he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Show me," Carl said. "Suck my cock and show me how much you want to be a girl."
Daniel swallowed hard, looking up to see if Carl was serious. He hadn't quite prepared himself for that. He couldn't suck another guy's cock!
"Come on!" Carl demanded. "All good girls like sucking cock."
Carl reached round behind Daniel's head, gently stroking his short sandy hair before guiding him slowly down towards his crotch. Daniel gave only a token resistance, Carl's strong hand guiding his face lower until he was but an inch away from Carl's cock.
Daniel closed his eyes and breathed in. He could smell Carl's masculine musk filling his nostrils. In response he felt his own cock throbbing in his pants. Daniel parted his lips and let the head of Carl's cock enter his mouth.
"Yessssss..." Carl groaned above him. "That's my girl."
Daniel, his eyes still closed began slowly drawing his lips up and down Carl's cock, feeling it start to thicken and harden in his mouth. He felt so ashamed at what he was doing, but he was surprised how good it felt in his mouth, how sexy it made him feel. As he sucked, he sensed Carl fumbling with something in his pocket, but didn't really pay it much thought. That was until his blonde hair began snaking its way over his face, forming a curtain around his face and Carl's lap.
"Muuuummmfff." Daniel gave a muffled moan, his voice rising in register. He tried to pull his head up, but Carl's large hand held him in place. He felt his chest with a free hand, his hand filling with swollen flesh. He kneaded his sensitive breast in his hand as it filled his tight fitting t-shirt. Daniel began bobbing his head faster on Carl's dick, drawing his swelling lips rhythmically up and down.
Wrapping a manicured slender hand around the base of Carl's shaft, Daniel pumped his cock as he swirled his tongue around the head.
"Ahhhh, yesssss. You're good at this," Carl groaned.
Daniel could feel his clothing retracting around his loins, his smooth bare legs writhing against each other. Finally he felt a familiar queeziness deep in his stomach as his crotch pulled tightly inwards. He gave a muffled squeel as Carl held his head to his lap, his fingers running through Daniel's long blonde hair.
"Mmmmmm....." Carl grunted. "I'm gonna cum down your throat."
Daniel nearly gagged as Carl thrust his hips upwards, his cock sliding to the back of his throat. He felt Carl's hand groping at his heavy tits through his tight t-shirt.
"AHHHHHHHH!!! YESSSSSS!!!"
Daniel felt Carl's cock begin to spasm in his mouth, he tried desparately to pull away, but hot creamy cum began to fill his mouth. Daniel swallowed reflexively.
"Ahhh!" Daniel gasped with pain as Carl gripped his blonde hair and pulled him off. Carl held him inches from his still spasming cock, sending jets of roapy cum over his feminine face.
"Good girl," Carl soothed, releasing his hold on Daniel, his wet spent penis softening. Daniel sat back up gasping for air, wiping the cum from his wet face. "You're a natural cocksucker," Carl leered.
Daniel stared down at the sticky cum on his fingers. He couldn't deny it; sucking Carl off had made him hornier than he'd ever felt. He'd found he had loved the feeling of having his hot cock in his mouth. He'd loved the salty taste of his cum filling his mouth. Daniel could feel his heart racing. He certinaly shouldn't be having thoughts like that! The tingling he felt between his legs was agonising and his smooth legs writhed as he sat there. He stared at Carl's limp penis, finding that he was wishing it was hard again. Carl caught him staring.
"You want this don't you?"
Daniel bit his lower lip ashamed, and nodded. Carl smiled as he tucked his cock back into his pants. He stared lustilly at Daniel and started the car engine.
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The drive back was agonising for Daniel. He could feel the heat between his legs and his breasts were swollen and ached. He needed it so bad. He looked down at his body. He saw that he was wearing a tight white t-shirt that clung to his breasts. It was half-length, meaning it left his flat tummy bare. He was also now wearing a tight fitting pair of denim shorts which left his long feminine legs on display. Leaning over Daniel saw that he was wearing a pair of gold open toe heeled sandals on his small feet.
Daniel wrestled with the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. How did he come to be feeling so excited about the prospect of going back to Carl's to have sex with him? How had he come to lustilly suck his cock, letting him finish in his mouth? Everything about it was wrong, and yet how come it felt so exciting? Daniel looked across at Carl as he drove, staring at his strong arms, then down at his crotch and the bulge in his pants. Right or wrong no longer seemed to matter. He had to have this man.
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"Well here we are." Carl parked the car up, keeping the engine ticking over. He watched the confusion spread across Daniel's beautiful face and waved his hand dismissively at him. "Get out."
"But... I, uh.... I thought we were going back to yours?"
"That was very presumptuous of you," Carl mocked. He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew the transformation stone. "No, that's your lot for today." Closing his eyes Carl drew his hand across its surface, feeling the stone grow warmer in his hand. He pictured first Daniel's female form, and then his regular male body, setting in motion his change back to a boy. Opening his eyes he looked across at Daniel; still blonde, his chest still heaving beneath his tight t-shirt, his wide hips still threatening to tear out of his tight denim shorts. Carl knew it would be a good while this time before Daniel would even notice the changes back to his regular self. He watched as Daniel felt his feminine curves in vain. God, he was so sexy. Truth be told he'd like nothing better than to take him home and fuck that tight pussy he had between his legs. But no, he would draw this out for a little longer. Besides, he had more fun and games for Daniel planned tomorrow.
"Well come on, I haven't got all day!" Carl barked.
Daniel, looking hurt and disappointed, opened the car door and swung his long legs out. His high heels clacked as they met the sidewalk and he pulled himself unsteadily to his feet.
"Don't forget your bag." Carl reached down to the well on the passenger side, pulling up Daniel's now pink school bag. "I will call you tomorrow. When I do, meet me at the mall in town."
Daniel took his bag, sliding it over his slender shoulder. He flicked his long blonde hair over his back. "But I don't have a cellphone, how will I get your message?"
"You'll know."
Carl remained long enough to watch Daniel teeter up the driveway towards his house, his round peachy ass straining his denim shorts. Carl was amused at the way Daniel had to exaggerate the swing in his arms to clear his wide hips and to help keep balance on his tall heels. He'd soon get use to those, he thought to himself.
Carl looked at the clock on the dashboard. Mikayla would be home from school any minute. Glancing back one last time at the sexy blonde as she searched her feminized bag for her keys, Carl pulled the car away and headed back home.
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Mikayla rang the doorbell and waited outside her house for her father to answer the door. That was strange, he must have gone out. Mikayla unzipped her school bag, fished around for her seldom used keys, and let herself in.
"Daddy? Daddy are you home?"
There was no reply. Mikayla picked up the afternoon post from the doormat and made her way through to the dining room, her school skirt swishing about her hips as she walked. Tossing the post onto the table, something immediately caught Mikayla's eye. An old leather bound book lay open on the table. Wow, what was that? She'd never seen a book like it before.
Curiosity got the better of Mikayla. Running her hands over the yellowed pages she saw that it was written in a strange language, made up of what looked like runes or maybe even hieroglyphics.
"What is this?"
Mikayla stared at the pages, running her finger down the page. Quite subconciously she began murmuring foreign words as she reviewed the cryptic runes. She gasped.
"Oh my god! I can read this!" She stepped back from the book, feeling a little afraid, but cautiously approached it once more. This time she found she was able to translate the runes and symbols into simple English.
"The Spell Of Preference..." Spell? Oh my God, was this one of her mother's old books? Her Dad had never told her they had this. Mikayla continued reading.
"Reality will come undone. Man will lay with man, woman will lay with woman...."
Preference? What was this? What had her father been doing?
"Woman will lay with woman."
Mikayla thought back to the strange events of the past few days. How she'd woken up on Saturday morning, feeling disgusted by all the boy-band posters on her wall. How she'd gone to school on Monday and felt new exciting urges towards the other girls at cheerleader practice. Then she'd quite selflishly lured Daniel back to hers, knowing he'd be changed back into a beautiful blonde girl.
Mikayla closed her eyes, it still drove her wild thinking about the lesbian sex that her and Daniel had had together. It all seemed so right, but it had seemed very sudden. Realisation dawned on Mikayla, her pulse quickening. This had to be why...
Looking up Mikayla saw the that the ornate cupboard in the corner of the dining room had been left open, the key still in the lock. The cupboard had always been locked since she could remember. Whenever she had asked her Dad about it, he had told her it was nothing, just some old papers. Finances, that sort of thing.
Gingerly Mikayla stepped over to the cupboard, feeling a chill running up her spine at what else she might find within.
She found more books. All of them dusty antiques. Yet one stood out from the others. It was smaller in size, a small pink ribbon wrapped carefully around it. She carefully pulled the book out, untying the
ribbon. It was a journal. Mikayla flicked through its pages, seeing diary entries written in a neat flowing feminine-looking hand-writing. She gasped, tears welling in her green eyes. It was her mother's diary! She ran her hands over the book, feeling a draw, a connection, to a mother that she hardly knew. She flicked to the front of the diary. That was strange. A lot of pages were missing, as if torn from the front of the diary.
Mikayla was distracted from her new find by the sound of a car pulling up outside. Oh my God, it was her father! Hurriedly she tucked the diary into her school bag, and ran upstairs to her room, leaving everything else as she had found it.
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Daniel tossed his pink bag onto the floor and fell back onto the sofa in his living room. No! He had been so close! He had been desperate to feel Carl's hands on his feminine body again. Daniel closed his eyes, licking his lips, the faint taste of Carl's cum still in his mouth. If only he could replay last night. He remembered back; his dress pulled up, Carl's large masculine hand down his panties.
Daniel lay there for a minute, fingering his long blonde hair. The house was empty. His folks wouldn't be home for at least a couple of hours. He drew out a strand of his long hair. He certainly didn't show any sign of changing back.
Daniel stared down at his curvaceous body, hefting his heavy breasts in his hands. He kneaded them, rolling the palms of his hands over their rounded contour. He pulled his top up, finding he was wearing a white satin bra. Carefully he fingered his nipples through the satin cups, watching as they hardened beneath. Daniel's breasts were large enough for him to be able to tuck the cups of his bra down under them, exposing his bare flesh. He squeezed his tits, pinching his nipples between his palms and fingers.
"Uhhhh..." Daniel yelped, his eyes rolling back. He caressed himself for several minutes, until he could feel a tingling between his legs once more.
Daniel shifted position, lying length ways on the sofa. Sliding his hands over his bare naval, he unclipped the top button of his denim shorts and slowly unzipped them. He raised his buttocks, pulling his denim shorts part way over his wide hips.
Daniel stared over the obstruction of his breasts to the white satin panties he wore beneath his shorts. He ran the palm of his right hand over his smooth crotch, gasping.
Daniel, eyes closed, bit on a finger of his left hand as he massaged his pussy through the shiny fabric of his panties. It felt so good! Daniel let his hand slip under the waistband, his fingers brushing past his sparse blonde pubic hair. He rubbed at his swollen outer lips, moaning.
"Uhhhhhhh...." Daniel's middle finger pressed into his split, finding it slippery and wet from his own secretions. He rolled the tip of his finger around his inner folds, being careful not to catch himself with his long fingernail.
Daniel explored his new sex, dipping his finger into his wet pussy, stroking his outer and inner folds.
"AHHHHH!" Daniel's back arched as he gently rolled his finger around the hood of his clitoris.
His hips began to rock in unison as he strummed his stiff clitty with his right hand, using his free left hand to pull on his hard nipples.
"Yessssss, UHHHHHHHH!" Daniel's feminine moans filled the room. He closed his eyes, picturing himself sucking Carl Simmon's stiff penis. He pictured the football team in the showers and their toned tight muscles. He pictured Carl, his hands roaming over his large breasts.
"UHHHHHHH!!!! AAHHHHHH!!!" Daniel felt his pussy begin to thighten, then start to spasm in wave after wave as he rubbed his sensitive clitoris. His eyes opened darting round the room as his hips jerked, riding the wave of his powerful orgasm.
"OHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!!!"
As Daniel cried out, he caught a glimpse of a photo on the mantlepiece. It was of him, smiling, receiving a trophy. His hair was worn up in a pony tail and he wore a red cheerleader jersey over his full chest, along with a short canary yellow skirt.
...continued in Chapter 11
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