A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 1
Carl Simmons stared intently at the young woman walking up the garden path towards the house. Carefully he peered through the curtains, the lights turned off in the living room so that she would not see him. He watched as her high heels clacked loudly on the stone path, her hips swaying pleasingly beneath her tight black skirt. Her pink top bowed from the presence of her ample breasts which gently bobbed on her chest as she walked. Carl moistened his lips and drew a breath. One of Mikayla's friends no doubt. His daughter would occasionally have girlfriends over from the new school she had been attending. Carl watched as the girl had almost made it to the front door when her right ankle buckled beneath her and she staggered, nearly falling. She clutched onto the porch door frame and desperately tried to right herself. Carl allowed himself a smile of amusement as the girl smoothed her skirt and flicked her luxurious blonde hair back over her shoulders. A strange girl this one, he thought to himself. Still, other than himself, it was the only company Mikayla would be having at the house. She knew better than to invite boys over. Carl retreated from his vantage point at the window and made his way to the door, even before
the girl had rung it. Yes, she most certainly knew better. Those were the rules.
Carl opened the front door and looked down at the girl standing in his porch. She looked shocked, probably at the immediacy with which he had answered the door. Perhaps he should have waited a little longer, to make it less obvious that he had been observing her. But then again it wouldn't hurt to put this new visitor on edge a little.
"Oh, er... Hi!" The blonde girl coughed, massaging her throat, as if taken by surprise.
"Can I help you?" Carl let his eye line lower to the generous cleavage presented by the girl's tight low cut top. She was probably only about seventeen, but still, she had curves in all the right places. Her discomfort and embarrassment were obvious. Carl allowed himself a half smile.
"Mr. Simmons? Hi, I'm Dan... Uh, Dani. I'm Dani." The girl held her right hand out in greeting. Carl chuckled.
"Are you certain? You don't sound very sure of that?" He took her small hand, shaking it lightly. The girl laughed nervously.
"Sorry. I'm sorry, it's been one of those days. I'm one of Mikayla's friends, from school."
"Of course you are. Well Dani you'd better come in." Carl stepped aside allowing her into the house. As she walked past, Carl took the opportunity to take in the sight of her deliciously ripe behind. He barely stifled a gruff murmur of appreciation. "Her room is just at the top of the stairs, you can go straight on up."
"Thank you. Thank you Mr Simmons." The girl meekly smiled, barely meeting Carl's gaze. Carl stood admiring from the bottom of the stairs as she made her way up. Her long legs were supple and smooth. Her pert ass twitched neatly from side to side from beneath her tight black skirt, which was almost short enough to catch a glimpse of her panties. Almost. But Carl could imagine well enough. He could already feel his cock stirring in his pants at the thought of it. As the girl reached the turn in the staircase, she looked back, surprised to find Carl still leering up at her. She hurried the rest of the way, nearly tripping over herself.
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Ten minutes ago...
Daniel Jennings pulled up in his car a couple of doors down from Mikayla's house. He leaned forward over the steering wheel and stared up at the top window to where her room should be. He exhaled noisily. Was he really going to go through with this? Was it really worth it? Well, it would only be for a couple of minutes. Then he'd be safe in her room. Then they'd hopefully be able to get down to the fun stuff.
Okay, three times on the horn. Daniel gently blasted his car horn three times and sat back, undoing his seat belt. He looked up again at Mikayla's window. He couldn't see too well, but he thought he caught a glimpse of movement.
He sat there for another minute before finally he felt something. The hairs on his arms began to stand up. He held his arms out and watched as the hairs receded, his skin pulling and becoming smoother. His muscle mass began to ebb away, his strong, toned arms slimming. He flexed his fingers and watched with horror as his fingernails lengthened and then shimmered, taking on an artificial pink sheen.
Reaching for the rear view mirror, he turned it to himself, in time to catch what remained of his five o'clock shadow fading away. His masculine jaw line reshaped itself into a soft heart. His lips swelled and took on a bright pink colour that matched his fingernails. His eyelashes fluttered, growing longer.
He felt the tickle of fine hair at his shoulders as his hair grew out, down past his shoulders with a golden honey-blonde shimmer.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." His voice trembled into a higher register as his Adam's apple smoothed to near nothing.
Looking down he could see his clothes too were changing. The legs of his pants were rising, exposing his now smooth and slender legs. As his pants crept ever higher, the leg openings seemed to merge into one, forming a tight black skirt which ended mid-thigh. His red t-shirt began to lose its colour, lightening into a pastel pink. Its shape and texture changed, the neck line plunging even as his chest began to swell.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." His high pitched voice quivered as he held onto the upholstery of the car for dear life, watching with horror as his chest ripened and swelled, into two large full breasts. He felt a shifting under his pink t-shirt and then a sudden constriction around his new breasts, which seemed to force them together and upwards, forming a visible line of cleavage. He felt his ass and hips swell, pushing him up as if he were sitting on a small cushion. It felt as if his underpants were getting tighter too, rising up between his swollen buttocks. The heels of his feet were forced upwards as his trainers reformed into a pair of black three inch high heels. Finally he felt a lurching sensation deep within his tummy. At the same time his crotch tightened and pulled inwards. His legs snapped tight together and he gasped. It had worked! He was amazed how quick the transformation had been, but it had definitely worked! Shaking, trembling, and more than a little afraid, Daniel Jennings was now most definitely a girl!
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Four Days Ago...
The school bell could still be heard chiming in the distance as Daniel jogged to catch up with Mikayla. It was the end of another day, meaning Daniel could indulge in his two favourite hobbies: Football and girls. Daniel had played for the school football team for a couple of years now, and rumour was he might even make captain this year. His success with girls was at an equally impressive standing. His muscular, tall physique, blue eyes and sandy hair never failed to impress. Okay, so he'd never had any long term relationships, but he had what it took to take it as far as he wanted. He lived by his own personal mantra: Get into their panties, and then get out before the "L" word comes up.
Mikayla Simmons. She seemed like fun; slender, sexy, brunette. Even he had to admit she had a certain allure to her that he'd never encountered before. Maybe it was her green eyes, or maybe he was just getting soft.
"Hey wait up." Daniel slowed as he caught up with her.
"Hey Dan." Mikayla's smile lit up her soft feminine face. Daniel felt a strong urge, a draw, to just kiss her there and then, but he knew that the other guys on the team were probably within striking distance. He would never hear the end of it if he was seen smooching in public. Not that they hadn't already kissed. Every spare moment they had, they were behind the bike sheds, or in the local park making out. She hadn't even protested when he had fondled her tits the other day. He knew they had to be close to having sex together.
"So did you find out about Friday evening yet?" Daniel asked. "Is it okay if I come over?"
Mikayla's demeanour dampened and she seemed irritated.
Daniel continued, "You didn't ask him did you?"
"I'm sorry, it's complicated. My Dad's really protective. He says I shouldn't have guys back to the house."
Daniel rolled his eyes and slipped a muscular arm around her trim waist and pulled her in close.
"Just like he said you can't leave the house after dark? Since when do hot girls like you listen to their Daddies?"
Mikayla warmed again, giggling a little. "You really think I'm hot?"
"Oh, totally."
"Listen, maybe there is something I can do."
"Yes?" Daniel looked at her expectantly, his arms encircling her, his hands resting on the join of her lower back and buttocks.
"Maybe I can sneak you in," Mikayla said after a long pause.
"Now you're talking!"
"Yeah, it'll be fine, we can use this." Mikayla broke from Daniel's hold and reached into her bag. Slowly and carefully she pulled out a palm sized stone and held it out in her hand. Daniel looked at it confused, but on closer inspection he could see that it appeared to be glowing with a soft red light.
"Wow, what is that?"
"Did I ever tell you my Mom was a witch?" Mikayla gave an impish grin. Daniel again felt a strange draw and urge overcome him, but he shrugged it off and paid it no mind.
"Yeah right, and my Dad's the Wizard of Oz. Look, I gotta get to practice. You can show me your little stones later, okay honey?"
"Dan, I'm being serious!"
"I promise! Show me later okay? Listen, are you still doing the cheerleader trials next week?"
"Yeah..."
"Great, don't forget to keep the costume!" Daniel gave Mikayla a wink and jogged off towards the field. He gave a quick glance back and noticed that she still seemed to be fixated on the stone in her palm. She was moving her hand very slowly across the top of it, and he was sure he could see it begin to glow even brighter.
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"Hey Danny Boy you're late!"
Daniel rushed into the gym changing room to find most of the other guys already kitted out. "Sorry guys, I got held up."
Sam Fletcher, the current head of the football team, grinned knowingly at him. "Yeah I bet, with that new girl Melina?"
"Mikayla," Daniel corrected. "I'll get my kit on and be right out okay?" Daniel opened his kit bag and pulled out his clothes. At least, what he thought were his clothes. Daniel held up a small yellow skirt in his hands. "What the hell?"
"Whoa, Danny Boy, is there something you're not telling us?" Sam chided. "Hey guys, I think Dan wants to try out for cheerleading squad next week!" Before Daniel could protest, Sam snatched the skirt away from him and tossed it to one of the others. Raucous laughter began to break out amongst the boys as Daniel pulled first a cheerleader top, socks, and then even a pair of panties from his bag.
"I swear I have no idea how these got here!" Daniel could feel his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. He snatched the items of clothing back and stuffed them hurriedly back into his bag. He stormed out of the gym changing room, still chased by laughter and mocking remarks.
"Something wrong baby?"
Daniel turned to see Mikayla standing beside the entrance to the gym. "Something wrong?" Daniel spat. "Did you do this?" He held up his kit bag. Mikayla smiled knowingly at him and held out her palm. The stone she had shown him earlier sat there glowing eerily. She swept her other hand over the top of it and the glowing subsided.
"Do what?" she cooed.
"You know full well what." Daniel crouched and unzipped his kit bag. He reached in pulling out his football socks, jersey and pants. "What the hell? How? How did you do that?"
"I told you." Mikayla stepped closer to Daniel and looked up at him. "My Mom was a witch. This is just a little something she gave me before she died. It's called a transformation stone."
"A what?" Daniel looked down incredulously at her, still unable to take it all in.
"A transformation stone," Mikayla repeated with total sincerity.
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Daniel and Mikayla walked together back along the path beside the football field. Daniel still felt sick seeing the guys out there practicing without him. "So how does it work?" he asked.
"Well anyone can use it, as the magic is all contained within the stone. You just have to think about what it is you want to change, and what it is you want it changed to."
Daniel watched as Mikayla walked towards some trees to where a small bird was picking at some berries that had fallen from the branches above. "Then you just close your eyes and draw your hand across the stone." Mikayla held her palm flat and drew her other palm across the surface of the stone. Almost immediately Daniel could see it begin to glow. Mikayla opened her eyes and pointed to the bird. "Watch."
Daniel gasped. He was simply stunned. He watched as the bird began to change before his very eyes. Its head began to widen and its feathers softened until they became a deep red fur. Its beak shortened to form a snout and its wings moulded into an extra front pair of legs. Its tail lengthened, becoming softer and more buoyant until with a surprised hop, a small red squirrel was sat where the bird had just been.
"Oh... my... god... I knew I should have listened in science class."
"This isn't science Dan. It's magic." Mikayla leaned down to the squirrel, offering it a few berries which it clasped in its front paws and begin to nibble on. She stood up again still holding the stone. "This... is how we can get you into my house!"
"What? You're gonna turn me into a squirrel? Whatever happened to sneaking in through the window?"
"No, not a squirrel, dummy. Besides, the transformed states have to be at least roughly the same size. No, I thought of something else."
Daniel and Mikayla continued walking as behind them a small bird flew up into the sky once more.
...continued in Chapter 2
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