A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 13
Daniel sat down onto the raised hairdresser's chair, glancing a little nervously up at the two girls who would be giving him his make-over. He could tell they were looking at his breasts. He watched as they gave bitchy glances to each other. Carl had given the two girls strict instructions to give him a full make-over whilst he went to a bar across the promenade.
The girls lay Daniel back, pulling his long blonde hair into a wash basin. They began to run warm water through it, gently massaging in some shampoo and conditioner. Carl had instructed him to pay close attention to what they did. Daniel wasn't exactly sure why, after all he wasn't really a girl, and providing Carl kept his word he would never be one again after today. Daniel sighed and closed his eyes, the sensation of having his hair massaged beginning to relax him.
"You've got beautiful hair Danielle," Daniel heard one of the salon girls say, "this conditioner will keep it glossy and smooth and looking its best at all times."
Daniel watched as the girls set about first washing, and then blow-drying his long honey-blonde hair. They then wrapped a cape around his slender body and began to style and shape his hair using a variety of scissors, tongs and large rollers. Daniel actually began to find himself fascinated by what they were doing. Although he had no intention to have to reproduce what they were doing, he was at least interested to find out how it was done.
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"There, what do you think?"
Daniel blinked a couple of times. It had seemed like hours, but the girls had finally finished styling his hair.
"Wow!" Daniel gasped as he looked at his pretty reflection in the mirror. He saw that his long blonde hair was now styled in soft waves that curled a little at his shoulders. "It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it." The two assistants beamed at Daniel, clearly pleased with their handiwork.
Next Daniel sat and watched as they used special alcohol wipes on his face to remove the make-up he currently wore.
"You know, you really don't need a lot of make-up," one of the assistants began.
"You've got great complexion," the other added, "the trick to great make-up is to complement your skin's natural tones. Today we'll add a little blue to your eye shadow to match what you're wearing."
Daniel nodded his head and watched in the mirror as the two girls set about applying a soft pinkish rouge to his cheeks using a large blusher. Next they got him to close his eyes as they applied a blue tinted eye shadow. Finally they drew his long lashes out using a soft mascara brush.
"Now just a little lipstick and you'll be done."
Daniel watched as they took a tube of pink lipstick and applied it to his full lips. He noticed how all the colours used on his face were quite subtle and served only to accentuate his natural features.
"There Danielle, don't you look beautiful."
Daniel nodded his head, feeling a flutter of butterflies in his tummy at their compliments. He had to concede that they had done a very good job on him.
"Now hold out your hands Danielle."
Daniel held his hands out as each assistant took a hand and set about filing and manicuring his long fingernails. It was funny, but he found that he was starting to get used to being called Danielle.
He watched as the two girls removed his current nail polish using a special remover, and then set about cleaning and re-painting them with a soft pink gloss. Daniel could smell the strong aroma of the gloss as each of his fingers in turn was painted.
"There, aren't they pretty?"
Daniel gasped as he flexed his fingers, watching his glossy fingernails as they caught the light.
"They're perfect."
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Mikayla let herself into the house, her keys jangling in the lock. She called out for her father.
"Daddy? Are you home?"
Even though it was still mid-afternoon, it seemed strange that her father wasn't in. He had been a successful enough businessman in his prime to be able to practically retire at 45. As far as Mikayla knew, he still did a bit of online business from home, but nothing much more than that.
Mikayla was thankful that he wasn't around. She'd skipped classes this afternoon and come home early. It would give her a chance to read her mother's diary in peace. Running upstairs Mikayla shut herself away in her room. Unzipping her school bag she carefully pulled out the diary and lay it carefully down onto the bed. She untied the pink ribbon that bound it and opened it at the first page.
Mikayla fingered the spine of the book. She could again clearly see where a good portion of the front pages had been torn out. That seemed strange. But still she settled back on the bed and kicked her shoes off. Mikayla at last began to read the neat flowing feminine handwriting contained within the diary's pages.
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As Daniel made the short walk from the salon to the bar opposite, he swelled with pride. He really did feel beautiful and sexy with his new hair style and expertly applied make-up. He made sure to put an extra sway into his hips, sending his white skirt swishing about his wide hips. He bit his lip and smiled as men eyed him up, turning to their friends to make comment. His only discomfort were his breasts. Without a bra they slapped painfully against his chest as he walked. Earlier on Carl had made his breasts another cup size larger meaning they felt even heavier.
Daniel soon forgot about the pain in his breasts as he opened the door to the bar. It felt a little eerie. He was greated only by a staircase, which descended down to a dimly lit area. He gripped the handrail and clacked down in his heels, almost having to step sideways to keep his balance.
The bar area was dimly lit, no windows, only the soft glow from some gawdy neon lighting. Daniel's heart beat raced as he caught the gaze of the bartender, a weathered, middle-aged man who seemed to be eternally chewing on gum. He slowly looked Daniel from top to bottom as he moistened his dry lips.
"Danielle, over here."
Daniel turned, instantly responding to the feminised version of his name. He could just about make out Carl sitting at a table near the corner. As Daniel made his way over, he could make out about a half-dozen more men dotted about the bar, keeping to themselves and their drink. Daniel quitetly noted that he was the only female in the whole place.
Daniel scooted in onto a chair next to Carl, feeling a little glad to be near him, as he felt the prying eyes of the other men in the bar looking over.
"You look stunning," Carl purred as he nuzzled into Daniel's neck. Daniel closed his eyes, trying to mentally stave off the tingling sensations he was feeling. Carl continued, "I can't tell you how much I want to fuck you right now."
Daniel gasped, his eyes snapping wide open. As Carl's hand caressed his milky white thighs, the tingling between his legs began to intensify. He could already feel he was losing himself to his hormones as he had the other day. He had to get up and stop this before it was too late.
Carl brought his lips over Daniel's slowly kissing him, his tongue sliding into Daniel's mouth. Daniel whimpered as he started to return the kiss, his hand resting on Carl's toned chest.
"I want you to go to the women's toilet and take off your panties. Come back out when you're done," Carl instructed in his deep voice.
Daniel meekly nodded and stood up, smoothing his skirt. He walked the length of the bar once more, again feeling uncomfortable as he was watched by staring eyes from the dark corners of the bar.
Daniel entered the lady's toilets. It smelt and looked like it hadn't been cleaned for months, along with the rest of the dingy bar. He wondered why Carl would have wanted to come here, it just seemed really seedy.
Daniel drew a deep breath His heart beat was racing. He looked at his feminine reflection in the mirror and could see where their kiss had smudged his new pink lipstick. Would it be so bad to do this again? Surely he could be allowed to enjoy his final few hours as a girl and then ask to be changed back?
Daniel lifted his short flared skirt and hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his panties. Wiggling his hips he let them fall to his ankles. Supporting himself against the wall, Daniel carefully stepped out of them. They were already a little moist just from Carl kissing him and stroking his thigh. Bunching them up in his small feminine hand Daniel made his way back out into the bar. He could feel the cool air between his legs as he walked. It felt more than a little exciting to think that he wasn't wearing any panties.
Daniel noticed that Carl seemed to be talking to a few of the other men in the bar, but he quickly broke off the conversation as Daniel approached and the pair of them returned to their seats.
"Who were you talking to?" Daniel enquired in his high pitched voice.
"Girls should not question their men," Carl stated firmly. "They should do as they are told. They are... subservient."
Daniel stared into Carl's eyes. He didn't understand why he was saying these things.
"Did you do what I asked?" Carl held out his palm. Daniel obliging dropped his balled up panties into Carl's outstretched hand. He watched as Carl brought them to his nose and enhaled.
"Mmmmmmm", he moaned, "I can smell your sweet pussy on them."
"I think I got them a little wet." Daniel bit his lip, fluttering his long mascarared lashes.
"I bet you did."
Carl's hand slid over Daniel's bare thigh. He turned his hand stroking his way up the inside, sliding higher up, his hand disappearing under Daniel's short skirt.
"Uhhh," Daniel gasped as he felt Carl's fingers begin to stroke his bare pussy lips. It felt so good to have Carl touch him like that again.
"Open your legs."
Daniel did as he was told, parting his white thighs, his skirt riding up. Carl took the opportunity to cup Daniel's mound and gently massage it in his large hand.
Daniel's back arched and his eyes rolled back. When finally he opened them again he saw that several of the other men had gathered at one of the tables opposite and were watching everything that was happening.
"Uhhhhh." Daniel tried to get up, but he was held in place by Carl's strong grip. Carl ground his large hand against Daniel's pussy causing him to gasp and quiver, his resolve weakening.
"Look at them watching you, they think you're nothing but a slut."
Carl kissed Daniel's soft neck as he stroked along the length of Daniel's mositening split with his fingers.
"Mmmmmuhhhh!" Daniel bit his lip. He saw the men across the bar watching him. Watching as Carl played with his wet pussy. Rather than being appalled at what was happening Daniel spread his legs further. His small hands cupped his heavy breasts, squeezing his large sensitive tits.
"That's it," Carl purred, "show them what a whore you are."
"Uhhhhhh!" Daniel's eyes rolled back as Carl slid his index finger over his clitoris, gently strumming it. He felt Carl's finger slide into his soaking wet pussy, and then use his own juices to massage his stiff clitty.
Daniel pinched his swollen nipples through the thin fabric of his blue top, writhing on his seat in ecstasy. This time when he glanced across the room, he saw that several of the men now had a hand down their pants and were slowly stroking themselves.
Daniel couldn't hold on any longer. He dug his fingernails into Carl's shoulder as he began moaning loudly. Carl rapidly flicked his wet finger over Daniel's clitoris.
"UHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHHHH!!" Daniel cried out as he came on Carl's finger, his pussy tightening sending waves of pleasure coursing through his female body.
Carl closed his lips over Daniel's kissing him passionately. Daniel parted his lips, eagerly accepting Carl's tongue as he continued to slowly massage his wet pussy folds. Daniel glanced across at the men watching on the other side of the bar. Their hands were still stroking themselves beneath their pants. Daniel found that he had enjoyed his shameless display and the effect it had had on the men.
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Mikayla set the diary down onto the bed as she finished reading its
final tattered pages. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she sobbed into the pillow. How could he? How could he?
What she had learnt about her mother's life would have been the last
thing that she had been expecting. But in the event, it wasn't. No, what she had found out about her father, that had been the last thing she'd been expecting.
How could he? How could he have treated her like that? She hated him! She hated her father so, so much.
...continued in Chapter 14
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