A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 12
Mikayla walked down the school corridor, her head hung low. Just what had been wrong with Daniel yesterday? They spent an amazing night together and then afterwards he didn't even want to know. It was sad to think she might not get to spend any more time with Daniel in his beautiful female form. But then that was the odd thing, wasn't it? Why was she so interested in Daniel as a female?
Mikayla thought back to yesterday, how she had found that mysterious book on her dining room table. How she had somehow translated its foreign texts, only to find something about a spell, and that "woman will lay with woman". Had her father used a spell on her? Mikayla baulked at the thought. He wouldn't, would he? No, he...
Mikayla was distracted from her thoughts by the sight of a girl up ahead at the far end of the corridor. A girl she thought she recognised.
"Daniel?"
Mikayla began to jog down the corridor. She saw the girl glance at her, then quickly darted out the door into the school grounds, her blonde hair whipping around her and her short white skirt bouncing about her hips. And then she was gone.
Mikayla looked around outside, but could see no sign of the blonde girl. She could have sworn it was him. But no, that wasn't possible. Her father had changed him back. He said he had. Further doubts began to cloud Mikayla's thoughts.
Mikayla sat down on one of the benches outside the main school building, parking her bag beside her. She sighed, her eyes watering. She had never felt so alone. First Daniel, and now the nagging thought that her father might be up to strange, unnatural things behind her back.
Unzipping her school bag, Mikayla reached in and carefully pulled out a small book tied with a pink ribbon. Her mother's diary. She ran her hands over it. She had not yet been brave enough to read any of it. The funny thing was, it was all she really had now. Tonight she vowed she would read it and find out more about the mother she never knew.
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Daniel's high heels clipped along the sidewalk as he made his way through the pedestrianized precinct towards the entrance to the mall. His blonde hair shimmered in the sun, bouncing lightly off of his back. His large breasts bobbed freely under his pastel blue top, unrestrained by the absence of a bra. His white skirt swished about his hips and his long bare legs brushed together as he walked.
He'd not even had a chance to turn fully back into a boy and already he had found himself turned into a girl again. He had no choice but to try and find Carl and get himself changed back before any lasting damage was done to his already tattered male psyche. Daniel blushed at the thought that he'd already found himself pleasuring his football teamates at school. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. As he made his way through the busy street, Daniel found himself wondering whether he did want Carl to change him back again or not.
Daniel remembered catching sight of Mikayla as he had hurried out of the boy's toilets. He hoped she hadn't seen him like this. How could he tell her that he'd let her father bring him to orgasm in the dining room that night, or that he'd sucked Carl off so that he would be turned back into a girl? No, this was something he had to deal with this on his own.
Eyes were on him constantly. Men and boys looked lustilly upon him, and girls looked jealously at him, just as they had at the train station on Saturday. Except back then it had made his skin crawl. Now, however, he felt an exciting tingling sensation washing over him.
Daniel could already see Carl waiting at the entrance to the mall, and he found his pace quickening, his heels clacking faster as he hurried to reach him.
"You got my message then?"
"You could say that," Daniel replied, flicking his hair over his shoulders. Without invitation Carl pulled Daniel in by his small waist, pulling him tight to his body. Tilting his chin up Carl kissed Daniel hard on the lips.
Daniel's eyes shot wide open as he whimpered beneath him, struggling to pull away. As Carl broke their kiss Daniel breathed heavily, his large breasts rising and falling with each breath. He looked around them sheepishly. Some passers by gave them filthy looks. After all Carl was old enough to be his father.
"You have no idea how sexy you are," Carl leered, looking Daniel over from top to bottom. Daniel felt his cheeks blushing.
"You, uh...." Daniel closed his eyes, trembling as he tried to resist his urges, "You need to change me back. I... I shouldn't be doing this anymore," Daniel gasped. There, he'd said it.
"All in good time," Carl stated, "first we're going shopping."
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Daniel felt Carl nuzzling into his neck as the escalator rose, taking them to the women's department on the first floor of the main shopping complex. Daniel sighed, closing his eyes. His body longed to submit to his touch, but he had to fight it. He had to!
"Why are we doing this?" Daniel asked as he walked beside Carl.
"You say you want to be a boy again. I don't believe you."
"What?" Daniel looked up incredulously at Carl's handsome face.
"Yesterday," Carl began, "yesterday you begged me to turn you into a girl again. You were so desparate that you sucked on my cock till I came down your throat. So I say again: I don't believe you."
Daniel slumped his shoulders helplessly, feeling ashamed that what he said had been true.
"If you do everything I say this afternoon, and then... Then, if you can truly tell me you want to be turned back into a boy, then I shall. And that will be the end of it. No more transformation stone. No more Mikayla. Nothing."
"You promise?"
"You have my word. You'll never be a girl again."
Daniel wasn't exactly sure that Carl Simmon's word was worth anything, but he certainly sounded sincere. So he just had to play along with whatever Carl had planned for the afternoon and then at the end of it ask to be changed back. It would be easier said than done. Daniel's body longed to be touched, to have Carl's masculine hands running over his large breasts again.
Daniel sighed, "Okay. I'll play along."
"Good, then we'll start with some underwear." Carl marched Daniel to the far end of the floor; the lingerie section. Never before had Daniel seen such a large array of feminine undergarments. He looked up at Carl confused.
"Why do I need to buy clothes? You can just change my clothes to whatever you want, right?"
Carl smiled. "Very true, but young women like yourself need to learn to be able to dress themselves. To keep themselves sexy for their men. You want to be sexy don't you?"
"I'm not a woman!" Daniel shook, as he struggled with his inner conflicts.
"Those juicy tits of yours would seem to indicate otherwise. And lest I remind you about our agreement." Carl glared at him.
Daniel sighed as he absently fingered a lacey black bra that hung on one of the racks.
"Why don't you find some matching panties and try it on?" Carl whispered.
Daniel searched around for what he thought would please Carl the most. Best to get it right the first time. After all he didn't want to spend anymore time than was strictly necessary playing Carl's games. He picked out a lacey black bra, the cups of which were almost transparent. He realised he didn't know his bra size, but his breasts looked pretty big to him. Daniel selected a 'DD'.
Next he searched through the varieties of panties and thongs, eventually settling on a black pair of ruffled French panties.
"Okay, I've decided," Daniel announced at last, blushing as he cradled the feminine garments in his small hands.
"Good." Carl stared at the clothing with approval. "Now how about some hosiery, some stockings perhaps like you were wearing the other day?"
Daniel recalled the sensation of walking in silk stockings from a few days ago. They certinaly had made his legs feel sexy smooth. He shook his head, trying to concentrate on wanting to be a guy again. Daniel eventually found some black stockings, with thick lacey tops and carried them back to Carl with the other items.
"That's better, but those aren't hold-ups, you'll need one of these as well." Carl handed Daniel a black garter belt which had four straps dangling from it, two for each stocking. Daniel eyed the garment cautiously. He'd never worn one of those before. "The changing rooms are over there. Come out and show me when you are ready."
With that Carl slapped Daniel's backside sending him clacking forwards a couple of steps on his blue high-heeled sandals.
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Daniel drew the curtain to the changing cubicle and gently lay his selected underwear on the padded bench. The changing room had three mirrors; a central one and two angled either side so that he could see himself from different angles. Daniel turned this way and that, checking out his reflection in the mirror. Daniel was getting worringly more used to see his feminine reflection in the mirror; his long blonde hair, his smooth heart shaped face, his firm full breasts, wide hips and long legs.
Daniel drew a deep breath, glad to be momentarily away from Carl. Every second he spent with him he could feel himself melting, his will to resist slipping away. This was prooving to be even harder than he'd imagined.
Crossing his arms Daniel pulled his blue top up over his head, pulling his blonde hair free in one swift movement. He watched in the mirror as his weighty breasts bobbed on his chest. Reaching behind him Daniel found the zipper to his skirt and pulled it down. Wiggling his hips, he shimmied out of his white skirt, letting it flutter to the floor. Daniel saw that he was wearing a nondescript pair of white cotton panties.
Daniel sat on the bench, his wide backside splaying outwards as he lent down and unbuckled the ankle straps on his sandals, slipping them off of his dainty feet. He noticed he was wearing nail polish on his toes that matched his fingernails. Standing up again, Daniel hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his panties and slid them down over his hips and down to his ankles, lithely bending at the waist. Straightening again, Daniel stared at his naked reflection, squeezing his ripe breasts as his gaze lowered to the small patch of blonde pubic hair between his legs. He found himself thinking back to two nights ago when Carl had played with his pussy and brought him to orgasm. He felt his cheeks flushing red.
"Just put on the stupid underwear," Daniel muttered to himself through gritted teeth.
Daniel decided he would try on his new panties first. He was sure you weren't supposed to try on underwear at the shop, but Carl had insisted it would be okay. Stepping into the legs of the French cut panties, Daniel pulled them up his long smooth legs and up over his flat crotch. The fabric felt soft against his smooth loins, and he began to feel a tingling sensation between his legs. He turned his back to the mirror, glancing over his shoulder at his peachy backside and the pretty ruffles of his new panties. They certainly suited him and were much prettier than the plain white pair he had been wearing.
Next Daniel picked up the bra. He slid his slender arms through the shoulder straps and carefully hooked it behind him. He then pulled the cups up over his large breasts. Sure enough, the black lace was almost see-through and prominantly displayed his nipples. At least Carl would approve, Daniel told himself. Daniel did his best to adjust the cups, but realised they seemed a little loose on him. Perhaps he needed a slightly smaller size.
Sitting on the padded bench again Daniel picked up the garter belt. After inspecting it he found it had one hook with which to attach it around his waist. Wrapping it around his small waist, Daniel hooked it together and slid it round so that the garters hung down over his thighs in the right place.
Without even giving it much thought Daniel bunched up one of the stockings and carefully slid his left foot into it. He wasn't exactly sure how he knew to do that, but Daniel stretched the stocking over his heel and then carefully up his long leg, smoothing the silky fabric with his hands. He had to admit it felt good! When he had pulled it all the way to the top of his thigh, he stopped to run his hands all over his smooth silk-covered calf and thigh. Daniel bunched the second stocking up and slid his right foot in, again carefully pulling it all the way to the top of his thigh. He saw that his stockings both had thick patterned lace tops about four or five inches thick. Taking the loose garter tabs, Daniel began hooking each stocking at the front and rear. As he stood, Daniel felt the garter belt pulling his stockings taught over his shapely legs.
Daniel looked at his reflection in the mirror. He gasped as he saw a beautiful blonde teenage girl wearing a black lacey bra, black French cut panties, a garter belt and black silk stockings. He turned sideways, taking in every angle of his sexy, lingerie covered body. The tingling sensation between his legs seemed to grow even more intense.
Daniel drew the curtain of the cubicle back and gingerly stepped back out onto the main shop floor, still wearing his feminine lingerie. Daniel could see Carl's eyes widen.
"Come out where I can see you."
Looking around nervously, Daniel walked out onto the shop floor in his lacy lingerie.
"Mmmmm, very, very nice," Carl groaned. Daniel found that he felt a swell of pride from Carl's complimentand a tingling sensation washing over him. "How does it feel wearing such sexy clothes?"
Daniel bit his lip, unwilling to admit how good it did feel.
"I uh, I think the bra is a little too big for me."
A stern middle-aged looking woman rose her voice. She made her way over to Daniel and Carl as she shook her head in disgust.
"We don't let customers try on the underwear! I'm afraid you'll have to buy those now. And we certainly don't approve of customers parading around the shop floor with hardly any clothes on!"
Daniel's cheeks blushed furiously. His hands protectively draping themselves over his breasts.
"That's fine," Carl interjected, "we'll be buying all of these." Carl waved his hand dismissively at the woman, who adjusted her glasses, huffed, and began to walk away again. Daniel could hear her muttering under her breath.
"But what about the bra?" Daniel asked.
"Are you sure it's too big?" Carl gave a sly smile as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the transformation stone. He looked around carefully to make sure no-one was watching and then cast his palm across the stone's surface. It began to softly glow in his hand.
"Uhhh!" Daniel gasped and looked down, watching as his chest swelled from a 'D' cup to a 'DD', now perfectly filling his lacy black bra.
"There, a perfect fit," Carl grinned as Daniel struggled to straighten his back to compensate for the extra weight on his chest.
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"Where are we going now?" Daniel asked as he clicked along in his high heels beside Carl. He found it difficult to keep up with the larger man's strides, even though he had by now become quite adept at walking in heels. Daniel carried his new lingerie in a carrier bag, along with a variety of other purchases that they had made since then.
He had been made to try on all sorts of different feminine clothing. It had all been skimpy, revealing clothing designed to embarrass him, but what embarrassed Daniel more was that he had come to enjoy trying on all the different sexy outfits. As he hurried along his huge DD breasts bounced painfully under his tight fitting blue top.
"Here." Carl pointed up at the shop front on the first floor of the mall.
"A beauty parlour?"
"You need to keep yourself feminine and attractive at all times. They will show you all you need to know."
"But why?"
"Because Danielle, you are a girl, and girls need to know these things."
"My name's not..."
"Shhhh...." Carl silenced Daniel with a finger as he pulled him in close, closing his lips over his. Daniel whimpered as he felt his breasts pressing up against Carl's toned chest. As their lips parted again, Daniel found he was breathing heavily. He really hoped this would all end soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out.
"I'll take your bags and you can meet me at the bar opposite in a couple of hours." Daniel handed his shopping bags to Carl and drew a deep breath as he entered the salon.
...continued in Chapter 13
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