A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 19
Mrs. Jennings called out down the hall as as she showed Mikayla into the house.
"Dani? Your friend's here to see you."
Mikayla waited, jittery and impatient until Danielle emerged from her room. Mikayla drew a breath. Danielle wore a white tight fitting blouse which hugged her large breasts tightly. A pleated grey school skirt bounced softly at her hips as she walked, her long smooth legs brushing together. Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and back. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes blue with long lashes. Mikayla was still knocked out by her friend's beauty. She couldn't have imagined a more attractive looking girl if she tried.
"Mikayla!" Danielle's smile lit her pretty face as she hurried over to her friend, her breasts bobbing beneath her blouse.
Mikayla and Danielle hugged, their breasts pressing tight together. It felt good to be in Danielle's embrace again. It brought back memories of the steamy night they had spent together on Monday. But those thoughts would have to wait. More serious matters were at hand now. She needed Danielle's help. She needed to tell her all she knew.
"Dani, we're best friends, right?"
"Of course."
"I need to tell you something really important."
"Come on, we can talk in my room." Danielle took Mikayla's hand in hers. As Mikayla filed in behind Danielle, she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was different about her. That something was wrong, or out of place.
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"So let me get this right..." Danielle began. Mikayla watched as Danielle paced the bedroom, rubbing at her forehead. "... Your Dad's actually your Mom, and your Mom, who isn't really your Mom, is actually your Dad?"
"Yes! Yes!" Mikayla jumped as Danielle finally began to understand.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"
Mikayla's heart sank. She had really thought that she was getting through to her friend.
"And besides, your Dad... He's such a kind, generous man."
"Dani, what are you talking about? I just told you he abused my mother, and... and that he locked me in the basement! Look at my sleeve! I tore it trying to get out!" Mikayla held out her the tattered sleeve of her jersey as Danielle inspected it.
"I'll get you a new one." Danielle walked over to her wardrobe. "You know, we really should get a move on, we'll be late for school."
Mikayla balled her fists in frustration. She closed her eyes, slowly exhaling to calm herself. It was useless trying to get Danielle to understand. Why had she even bothered coming over in the first place? Mikayla watched as Danielle sorted through her clothes to find her a spare top. She still could not shake the feeling that something was very wrong about Danielle. Mikayla decided that she would accompany Dani to school whilst she tried to figure it out. It was certainly preferable to going home. No, she didn't imagine she'd ever want to set foot near there again.
Mikayla came up behind Danielle as she pulled a spare school jersey from a coat hanger.
Mikayla lifted a brand new black mini-dress from the rail. "How did you afford all this stuff?"
Danielle quickly snatched it away from her, pushing the school jersey into Mikayla's hands instead.
"My, uh... My parents took me shopping."
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Mikayla and Danielle walked together along the path beside the football field, as they made their way towards the main school building. Mikayla silently watched Danielle as she walked. Her long blonde hair whipped gently in the summer breeze and she smiled serenly, as if she didn't have a care in the world. What was it about her? What was it that seemed so wrong?
When they reached the double doors leading into the main building, their path was blocked by two boys. Mikayla recognised them. Sam Fletcher and Glen Wilson from the school football team. They ignored Mikayla, instead turning their attentions to Danielle.
"Hey baby, you come back for more?" Sam grinned as he rested an arm on the door frame, leaning over Danielle. Mikayla watched as Danielle bit her lip, meekly looking up at the two boys.
"Get lost. We're not interested," Mikayla spoke up.
"That's not what she said yesterday," Glen replied.
"Well, she wasn't exactly in a position to say much at all," Sam chided.
"You got that right."
"Dani? What are they talking about?" Mikayla watched with surprise as Danielle stared up at Sam, resting her hand on his broad chest.
"How about you two meet at the gates after school? I'll make it worth your while," Danielle purred seductively.
Mikayla couldn't believe what she was hearing! After the night they had spent together on Monday, she really felt like her and Danielle had made a connection. Clearly Danielle thought differently.
"Since when did you become such a slut?!" Mikayla stormed off, her feelings hurt, leaving Danielle and the two boys to it.
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Mikayla sat alone in the girl's changing rooms, her head held in her hands. Her long brunette hair hung around her in a curtain. It was the afternoon of the cheerleader try-outs and she could already hear the
other girl's chanting in unison outside on the field. She had been so excited about the try-outs last week, but now? Now it was the last thing that she fancied doing. Besides which, she didn't even have her kit with her.
Mikayla sighed. She felt so utterly alone. She hadn't even spoken to Danielle as she had got changed with the other girls into her cheerleader uniform. She had stared longingly at Dani's curvaceous body, longing to hold her, to feel wanted. But she had no-one. With no home to go to, and no-one to help her, Mikayla wondered what on Earth she was going to do. Her blood still ran cold as she thought about what her father had done.
"Mikayla? Are you okay?"
Mikayla looked up, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Samantha?"
Mikayla watched as Samantha walked into the changing room, her red cheerleader top clinging tightly to her pert B-cup breasts, her canary-yellow skirt swishing at her hips. Her long blonde hair hung over her slender shoulders and back.
"You seemed pretty down earlier, I just came to check you were okay."
"Oh, you're so sweet," Mikayla sniffed as Samantha sat down close next to her on the bench. She remembered how Samantha had comforted her the other day when she had been struggling with her sudden change in sexuality.
Samantha put a comforting arm around Mikayla's shoulders.
"I'm okay," Mikayla lied. "Anyway, you should be out there, you're missing the try-outs."
"Actually I came to tell you something."
Mikayla looked up at Samantha's pretty feminine face. It was funny, she looked a bit like Danielle in a way. She let Samantha continue.
"I've been thinking about you a lot these past few days." Samantha sheepishly bit her lower lip.
"You... you have?"
"I feel like we should get to know each other more..." Samantha leaned towards Mikayla, her lips hovering inches from hers. "... That we should be closer."
Mikayla stared into Samantha's eyes, feeling her pulse racing. She whimpered softly as Samantha gently kissed her on the lips.
Mikayla broke their kiss, breathing heavily.
"Samantha..... This is so sudden... I....I don't think we should be doing this."
It was all so sudden. She couldn't quite take it all in. Yet, she so longed for comfort, so longed to be held, that she didn't resist when Samantha kissed her again.
Samantha's wet tongue licked across Mikayla's lips and she parted them. Mikayla murmured as their kissing intensified, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths. She felt Samantha's hands running over her back as Mikayla stroked a hand across her soft cheek.
"Uhhh," Mikayla gasped as she felt Samantha's right hand gently caressing her left breast through her top. She looked down, watching as her nipples hardened. Samantha ran her hands up Mikayla's jersey, squeezing both of her breasts through her bra, rolling her thumbs against Mikayla's stiff nipples.
"Mmmmm." Mikayla closed her eyes as her hormones flooded through her feminine body. She knew she shouldn't have been doing this. She had so much else to deal with right now. Yet, when she felt Samantha's soft hand at the juncture of her thighs, she willingly parted her legs, letting Samantha's hand travel up to her now moist panties.
Samantha nuzzled into Mikayla's neck, planting kisses on her as she gently massaged her panty. Mikayla writhed with ecstasy. She watched as Samantha stood up, gripping her cheerleader top, poised to take it off, when suddenly, with a loud tear she ripped it clean in two, snapping her bra down the middle in the process.
Mikayla watched as her pert bare breasts jostled on her chest. Samantha smiled warmly down at her, then her expression changed, to what could only be described as a look of horror.
Samantha screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF ME!!"
Mikayla watched dumbfounded as Samantha turned and bolted from the changing rooms.
"Samantha?? Samantha, wait!" Mikayla pulled her top back down as she ran after her, out into the corridor of the gymnasium.
She stopped, her shoes squeeking on the polished floor, and watched as Samantha ran crying into the arms of Mrs. Edwards, one of the gym teachers. Mrs. Edwards looked down at the shaking girl in her arms, the tattered remains of her top hanging off of her small body.
"Samantha? Whatever is the matter?"
"It was her," she sobbed, pointing at Mikayla, "she did this to me."
"Mikayla is this true?" Mrs. Edwards looked at Mikayla, horrified.
"I... I...." Mikayla could barely manage a response. Mrs. Edwards gripped her slender wrist, pulling her forwards.
"You're going straight to the principal young lady!"
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"Where is she?"
Sam Fletcher paced impatiently like a wolf as he waited with Glen at the school gates for Danielle. By now most of the students had already gone home, and they had begun to wonder if they were being taken for a ride.
"Relax man." Glen leaned against the gate with an altogether more relaxed posture. "She'll be along. She wouldn't pass up the opportunity for another taste of the Glenster." Glen cupped the crotch of his pants.
Sam laughed, "What do you reckon this time? A spit roast?" Sam arched his right eyebrow.
"I got dibs on her pussy though," Glen smirked.
"You can have it, the amount of cock she's probably had in there, you wouldn't even touch the sides."
"I heard that. You never know, she might even...." Glen tailed off as he stared up the path that led towards the school. "Yo dude, check it out." Glen slapped his buddy on the chest with the back of his hand.
Sam looked up, a smile of disbelief forming at his lips. At first he thought it was Danielle, but no it was a different blonde girl that was walking towards them. Her canary-yellow cheerleader skirt bounced at her hips, but most startling off all was that her top appeared to be torn down the middle, fully exposing her bare breasts which jostled gently on her chest as she walked.
"Hey baby, you offering something?" Sam leered, taking in the full few of the blonde girl's pert breasts as she approached.
"Get out of my way!" she snapped forcefully.
"C'mon baby, don't get like that, he's just trying to be friendly." Glen maneouvered in tandem with Sam so that they penned the petite girl in.
"Yeah, c'mon with tits like that, it'd be a crime if we didn't at least pay our respects." Sam reached up with his right hand, sliding up the girl's waist to cup her naked left breast in his large hand, squeezing forcefully. The blonde quickly slapped his hand away.
"Get off of me!" The blonde jumped as Glen's hand cupped her firm backside through her cheerleader skirt.
"Just tell us your name, baby," Glen smiled lustilly.
"Samantha."
"That's a pretty name," Sam commented as he ran his hands through her fine blonde hair.
"You like it? You can have it!"
Samantha stepped back a few feet from the approaching boys. Reaching into the pocket of her skirt she withdrew a small polished stone. Sam and Glen glanced at each other with bewilderment. They watched as she held the stone out in her palm. With her free hand she began to draw her palm across its smooth surface. The red light that began to emmanate from the stone illuminated Sam and Glen's faces.
"Uhhhh!" Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit Sam and he stumbled forwards a couple of feet. His entire persepctive began to shift as if he were somehow getting shorter. He watched as the hair on his arms began to receed, leaving them smooth, at the same time his muscle mass beginning to eb away. Flexing his fingers, Sam watched as they became slender, his fingernails lengthening and turning a bright pink colour.
"Noooo!" Sam's voice yelped into a higher register as he felt the tickle of long blonde hair growing out over his shoulders and back. Looking down at his body he saw that he was small and slender and the very clothes he was wearing seemed to be changing before his very eyes. He could see his jersey tightening around his small frame turning a red colour. At the same time his pants began to snake their way up his legs, the legs merging into one and then brightening into a canary-yellow colour. With a flutter he was left wearing a bright yellow skirt which left his long slender legs bare.
"Uhhh," Sam moaned effeminately as he felt his chest pushing out, two ripe firm breasts rising beneath his tight top. Finally he felt his underpants tightening until with a queezy lurching in his tummy, his crotch pulled sharply inwards.
Sam stood there gasping, his B-cup breasts rising and falling beneath his tight cheerleader jersey. His yellow skirt barely covered his wide hips and round backside. His long smooth legs were bare save for a pair of matching yellow socks and a pair of sneakers on his dainty feet. Sam brushed his long blonde hair away from his face, running his small hands over the unfamiliar contours of his smooth face.
"Help me!" Sam cried out, but Samantha was already gone. He turned to Glen.
Glen gripped the school gate tightly, his frightened eyes darting. His black hair framed his smooth feminine face and his curvaceous female body strained beneath his tight cheerleader outfit, his large DD-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath. Sam and Glen looked straight at each other and screamed.
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Samantha strode confidently out of the school gates, oblivious to the exposure of her breasts as they bobbed freely against her chest. In the distance behind her, she could hear the scream of two girls. Samantha allowed herself a wry smile as she held out the transformation stone once more in the palm of her hand.
Her cheerleader skirt swished at her hips as she walked. Checking quickly to make sure she was not being observed she closed her eyes, drawing her free hand across the stone's polished surface.
As Samantha walked she began to grow in size, her small body filling out with muscle. Her chest flattened as the tattered remains of her jersey wrapped back round her forming a crisp white shirt. Her skirt lengthened, wrapping around each of her thickening legs, then darkened to a jet black, forming a pair of fitted pants. Her face reshaped, becoming squarer and more masculine as a light stubble formed across her cheeks and chin. Her blonde hair snaked its way back into her scalp, darkening to a muddy brown, peppered with grey.
Carl Simmons drew a deep breath and slipped the transformation stone back into his pants pocket.
...continued in Chapter 20
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