His Change of Perspective

His Change of Perspective by Lou Bealy

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Felix saw that the mysterious package that had arrived at his office was indeed addressed to Professor Holliman’s office in the anthropology building, but there was no return address. It didn’t have any sort of tracking numbers or labels on it either. He asked where it came from and was told by his student assistant Nadia that is had arrived via courier that morning.

He opened the box and a strange, verdant smell hit him in the face. It was so pungent that it almost caused him to gag. He reached in and found something wrapped and padded in layers of butcher paper, and the smell grew stronger as he pulled the packing material aside.

“What do you think this is?” he asked, holding a strange artifact. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his brown eyes looked huge when magnified by his coke bottle lenses. The object looked like bones lashed together with sinew, and it was covered in this strange resin or sap that attached bright colored feathers all over it.

Nadia frowned and took it from him. “This looks familiar.” She mused. It looked huge in her dainty little hands. He always had a thing for petite, short women and she was exactly that. Five-foot two in shoes was perfect.

“You’ve seen something like this before?” he asked, surprised. “I don’t remember ever seeing something like this.”

“Let me do some research. I think I know where to start looking.” she said excitedly as she ran to the computer.

He yawned and stretched. “Well, I’m going to call it a day. It is getting late. Now’s your last chance for me to grab something off the top shelf before I go.”

“Very funny.” she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a man. I have a stepladder.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” he teased. “You were saying all kinds of things that indicated the opposite.”

“Fucking is fucking.” She chuckled. “But I don’t need a man for that either.” she turned to her computer screen. “I told you that I briefly dated girls while doing my undergrad degree.” She grinned to herself.

He shook his head. “Did you have to be so vulgar about it?”

She covered her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh, I’m so fucking sorry.” She grinned. “I know how much you fucking hate fucking profanity.”

He sighed. “It just isn’t becoming of someone of your intelligence.”

She laughed and turned her focus to her research.

He walked up behind her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder before it migrated down her front to grasp one of her generous c-cup breasts. “Are you coming over tonight?” He whispered in her ear.

Her full lips curled with a sexy smile. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she wasn’t wearing make-up but he thought she was gorgeous anyway. Her lab coat, plain shirt and slacks, and black-rimmed glasses really gave her the nerdy girl look that he loved so much. Her figure was slim but shapely.

“Probably. I have this puzzle to solve, though.” She lifted up the strange artifact. “But I may be by later. I’ll text you.”

“Okay, any time before midnight.” He kissed her cheek and left.

She spent the next half hour digging through her old notes and eventually found what she was looking for.

“I thought I remembered seeing one of these.” she said gleefully, looking at the picture that another researcher had taken of one of these. She confirmed that it was indeed a kind of totem that some of the tribes around the Amazon rainforest used in their rituals. This type of totem, in particular, supposedly enabled the shaman to change his form, usually assuming the shape of various animals.

“Wouldn’t it be something if this actually worked?” she mused to herself, staring at the strange object on her desk. “I could be anything I wanted. ” She picked it up and stared at it for a moment, thinking of what she could do with that kind of power. She giggled, imagining herself taller than Felix, lording over him. She had never thought of him as a misogynist in any way, but there was definitely a certain appeal to the idea of him knowing what it was like to be the short scared little girl for once. She felt a strange tingle for just a moment but decided that she had imagined it. She indulged in fantasy for a moment, imagining herself towering over Felix.

She yawned and looked at the clock, and saw it was way after midnight. She had definitely lost track of time. She cursed herself for staying up so late. She had hoped to make it over to Felix’s before it was too late. Now she would have to wait until the next night at the earliest.

They had a lot of fun together, neither having any illusions that this was anything serious. It was mainly out of convenience. The sexual tension between them had been palpable. They spent long hours together researching and cataloging that had been much more challenging before they had decided to just give in and stop resisting their sexual urges. It was against the rules, of course, but no one was getting hurt. She certainly didn’t feel taken advantage of.

She drove home instead of his place like she really wanted. She had tried to wake him up for sex before but it never went well. She set the totem on her nightstand and went to sleep, strange dreams of sex in the jungle filled her mind as she slept.

* * * 

The next morning, she shut off her alarm and stood up. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she found herself disoriented. She thought she might just be sleepy, so she tried to ignore it. Even as the shower woke her up, the disorientation continued. She had to reach up to grab her shampoo off the shelf and realized that she didn’t have to stretch quite as far as she usually had to. She again chalked it up to her imagination. When she went to pull her pants on she finally realized what was going on. Her pants felt incredibly tight, even though she had just tried them on the day before.

“What the hell?” she asked, struggling to button them up. It was like they had shrunk overnight. She pulled and hopped a couple of times before she realized that her ankles were sticking out from the bottom. She pulled again and slipped, falling on her ass. As she crashed to the floor, the totem fell from her desk and landed in her lap. Then it dawned on her.

“No way...” she said, staring at the totem for a moment. She remembered her wish from the day before. Still in disbelief, she stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror, and noted that she had to stoop slightly to see her reflection. There was no doubt that she had grown slightly since the day before. Maybe as much as a couple of inches. She stood there staring at herself for a few moments before she could really believe it. Luckily, most people would probably not notice. She chose to wear a skirt with nylons, and high heels. It would be unlikely that anyone would notice. They would notice her change in attire, and hopefully, that would be the only difference they took note of.

On her way out the door, she felt her phone buzz. It was Felix, saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the lab that day, that he was sick, and for her to continue her research without him. She texted back, saying she hoped he was okay, and that he hadn’t given her whatever he had. Then she stopped.

“Oh no…” She remembered the other part of her wish.

* * *

Felix woke up with a start. He’d been having some bizarre dreams, that he now couldn’t quite remember. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his bathrobe. He wondered why his feet were just barely touching the floor but wasn’t immediately alarmed by it. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked down, confirming that something weird was going on. He turned to look in the mirror and saw that he had appeared to have lost some weight. How had he not noticed? He saw right away that his face looked noticeably thinner. His bathrobe hung on his shoulders more than usual, and his hands barely reached the end of the sleeves. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed this lately and wanted to get a full stock of what was going on. He slipped out of his nightclothes and again looked in the mirror. His gut was definitely smaller, his arms and legs also looked thinner. It wasn’t truly alarming and was more confusing than anything. But none of that mattered once he noticed his crotch.

He involuntarily shrieked, his voice sounding much higher pitched than he was used to. His penis had shrunk too. He had thought that something was off when he got up in the middle of the night to pee, and couldn't hold it quite the same way, but he was too groggy to really analyze it at the time. Now he was wide awake. 

He had always had a certain pride in knowing that his cock was on the larger side, a good 7 inches while hard and very thick. Even when flaccid, he had always had an impressive package. Now, it looked small and shriveled. His ballsack was smaller, and tighter against his penis than he ever remembered seeing it. He reached down to stroke his cock, trying to get it hard. He was hoping it was just his imagination. His nervousness prevented an erection, however. He gave up and again focused on the fact that he had seemingly lost a couple of inches or more in height.

He couldn’t bring himself to go into work. People would immediately notice his smaller stature and thinning features. There would be too many questions. Questions that he had no answers to. He couldn’t pull himself away from the mirror if he wanted to. He thought he could actually see himself shrinking. It was terrifying. But not as terrifying as the realization of what was happening to him.

He was turning into a woman.

As crazy as it seemed, he couldn’t deny it. He was indeed shrinking. Most parts of him were, except his butt was noticeably getting bigger. He noticed when he sat down on the bed. It felt weird like he was sitting on extra padding. He turned around and looked over his shoulder, confirming that his ass had indeed expanded, and probably wasn’t done either. This lead him to another discovery, this one less shocking because he half expected it, despite not wanting to believe it at all.

His nipples had grown bigger too. They weren’t huge, but larger than a typical male’s and were definitely were larger than they had been the night before. His chest hair seemed like it had fallen out as well, and a look at his bed sheets confirmed this. The hair falling out made it easier to see the slight swelling under his nipples that he suspected would eventually become female breasts.

He was still staring at himself in the mirror when he heard a key in the deadbolt on the front door. He turned to see Nadia, uncharacteristically wearing a skirt, used the key he gave her to enter his house. Instead of the look of fear that his own face had, she appeared to be happy, even giddy with excitement.

“Hey!” she called to him as she approached. She rushed to his side and turned to look at his reflection. He instinctively crossed his legs, hopefully obscuring his diminished manhood before she could see it.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I don’t feel well.”

“I knew it!” she exclaimed with a giggle.

“What?” he asked, confused. “You know what’s happening to me?”

She contemplated hiding what she had done from him. But he already knew that she had something to do with it. He had seen it on her grinning face. She reached into her bag and retrieved the totem.

“I found out what it was.” She waved it in his face. “It is a totem of shape-changing… and I inadvertently changed us both.”

He looked at their reflections again. He had been too absorbed in his own situation to notice that she had been changed too. They were almost the same height now, despite him knowing that he hadn’t shrunk that much... not yet anyway.

He shook his head, still trying to process this new information. “What do you mean, you changed us? How is that possible? You read that it has magic powers and you believe it?” he shook his head. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

She laughed. “Well, how else do you explain this?” she pushed him forward and caused him to stumble. He had not expected such strength from her. When he caught his balance, his legs were spread wide, revealing his shriveled manhood. He turned red with embarrassment. And covered his shame in his hands. It had further shriveled up since he had first discovered his embarrassing condition.

“Why would you do this to me?” he whined, his voice going even higher. “Are you punishing me? Was it all the short jokes?”

“No, it was an accident. I wanted you to know, for just a moment, what it was like to be the helpless little girl.” she chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. “But now I’m thinking that you do deserve it.” she playfully taunted. “You could learn a thing or two.”

“What?” he practically shrieked. “I was just kidding with you!”

“I know, but now you are talking about being a woman as a punishment.” she looked him up and down. “You look like you’re well on your way, but we might as well speed things up.” she held the totem close and concentrated. She was so giddy with excitement she could hardly contain herself. She absolutely loved her newfound power, and her face was beaming with joy as a result.

“No!” he screamed, but it was too late. She seemed to grow even larger in front of him, but he knew he was shrinking. "Please!”

“I always had a thing for blondes.” she cackled. He watched stunned in horror at his reflection. His short dark hair began to grow out, and lighten in color until he had shoulder-length blonde hair.

“Is that why you are doing this to me?” his voice grew even higher, to the point it was what he would call a “baby-girl voice”. “Because you wanted a girl to fuck?” He squeaked. He continued to shrink until Nadia seemingly towered over her. He guessed he was no taller than five feet. His arms and legs also lost much of their bulk. He figured that he probably didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds.

“Well, that’s just a bonus.” She ran her hand across his ass, which had swelled until it became big and round. He twitched, her soft touch tickling him and making goosebumps rise on his bare skin. His breasts matched, having become at least C cups, if not D cups, which looked massive on his petite frame. His face slimmed as his hair continued to grow out until it was down to his shoulders. It also brightened further until it was practically a platinum blonde color.

“I don’t want to be a woman!” he stamped his foot. “And I don’t want to have sex as one.” His transformation seemed finished. He looked at his reflection, which showed a petite girl in her late teens or early twenties. Her breasts and butt were generous, but not overly so. She had bright platinum blonde hair that was slightly wavy and down to her shoulders. Her hair framed a slim face with high cheekbones and a button nose. She had bright blue eyes that stared with worry back at him.

He couldn’t believe it was him. He had plenty of time to cope with his transformations at this point, but he was still having trouble grasping the reality of it.

"You're telling me that you have the chance to see what sex is like from a woman's perspective," She crossed her arms. "And you don't want to try it? Not even once? Where's your sense of adventure?" She laughed.

That gave him pause. He hated the idea of this being forced on him, but at the same time, it was an exciting prospect. His mind had already begun to wander in that direction.

"Besides," Nadia giggled, clutching the totem. "I am sure that if I can change your body this drastically, I could change your sex drive too." She saw the look of horror on his face and added, "But I don't think that'll be necessary. Will it?"

He was conflicted, but when he turned back to his reflection and the naked bombshell looking back at him, they both knew what the answer was.

“You’re already naked, so I may as well join you.” Nadia slipped out of her dress, revealing her beautiful figure. Her new height enhanced her form, in his eyes. Her now longer legs were slim and shapely, just like her waist. He noticed how similar they looked. Other than the blonde hair and slimmer face, their bodies were almost identical in shape. Save for the fact that Nadia was at least three or four inches taller than his current form.

He couldn’t help but smile. “So what next?” he challenged her in his high-pitched voice. This was your idea.”

She pointed to the bed. “Lay back, and spread ‘em.” she commanded in an assertive tone that he was not used to. He hesitated for a moment.

“Get over there, slut.” she said in a louder, more commanding voice.

“Sorry.” he squeaked, moving over to the bed and falling back in it. “I’m not used to this…”

“I am.” she replied gleefully. “And you soon will be, too. I was always in charge when I was with other girls.” She approached him where he lay, climbed up on the bed and stood over him. He had an excellent view of her shaved pussy, already swelling with blood and dripping wet. He saw how much she was clearly enjoying the power she had over him.

“I’m not just some other girl-” he whined but was cut off.

“You are now. Here,” she turned her back to him, then kneeled down on his face, placing her crotch directly over his mouth. “This should shut you up for now.”

He didn’t like being talked to like that. He wanted to argue, but her pussy was as appetizing as ever. He grabbed her hips with his dainty little hands and dove in, spreading her lips open and shoving his tongue into her hole. He knew how she liked it, having done this many times before. His tools were slightly different but he still knew how to use them.

“Mmm… good girl.” she cooed before leaning down to attend to his own wet snatch. The feeling of her tongue on his clit was otherworldly. He twitched and writhed under her, but he couldn’t move from her grip. In short order, she expertly utilized her tongue to bring him to a body-shaking orgasm. He involuntarily shrieked in his baby girl voice, which brought a grin to Nadia’s face.

He tried to move Nadia and get a better angle, but he couldn’t budge her. He wasn’t used to being so small and weak, especially compared to her. 

“Not until you finish your dessert.” she teased, grinding her crotch into his face and stimulating her clit.

He couldn’t reply, but he settled in to try and return the favor. He spread her lips and began to lick her clit and inner labia. He was no stranger to pussy eating himself, although he had never been good enough to take any pride in it. He was further handicapped by the pleasure racing through his body distracting him. But he had no choice. She refused to move until she had her own orgasm, which he finally achieved a few minutes later. This situation was so hot that even his subpar clit licking was able to get her off.

Nadia wasn’t satisfied, though. She held him down and forced her tongue back inside him. He began to violently thrash, moaning into her vulva but she easily held his tiny body in place.

“Please!” he cried. “Stop… uncle! Uncle!”

Satisfied, Nadia climbed off of him. She reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet. He stumbled, not yet used to his new center of gravity. She caught him before he fell, pulling him against her so his face was resting against her beautiful bosom.

It took a few moments for him to become coherent again, though the afterglow of his orgasms remained. He couldn’t stop smiling. “That was amazing…” he whispered, still out of breath.

“Aren’t you glad you tried it?” She kissed his forehead, leaving it moist with his juices. That surprised him a little since their relationship had always been more based on physical need than intimacy. He liked it, though. Something about this new dynamic of her being in charge changed how he thought about it. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. In his afterglow, he hugged her tightly, his face still beaming with a big grin.

“This is just the beginning, that was just an appetizer.”  she taunted, pulling herself free of his arms and stepping back. 

“I thought you said it was dessert.” he quipped, then laughed a high pitched musical laugh at his own joke.

She shook her head and continued, “You’ll have to wait for more. I have work to do in the lab. You could come with...” She laughed and wiped off her face with a discarded tee-shirt before she gathered up her clothes.

"No way! I don't even have anything that'll fit this body!” He stamped his foot, feeling impotent to do much else to show his frustration. “And who am I supposed to be? I don't have an ID or anything!"

“You could be my assistant.” she beamed. The frown on his cute feminine face made her laugh. 

“No way.” he crossed his arms in front of his breasts but found he couldn’t quite reach. He awkwardly shifted his arms to below his bosom, which felt strange. “I could never be your assistant.”

"Is that so?” she teased. “Well, then I guess you can just to stay here. Shame, it would be fun to play in the lab… it would be exciting." She sang the last few words and giggled.

“I can’t!” he whined. 

“What am I supposed to do until you get off?” he asked, his voice turning whiney.

“I would get off if I were you.” She chuckled at her own joke. “Remember girly, you don’t have to recharge like a man does.” She quickly got dressed and was heading out the door, leaving him standing there.

“I am a man!” he called after her. “Don’t forget that!”

“You’re a cute girl until I change you back, sweety! Don’t forget that.” She slammed the door.

* * *

Felix wanted to be mad at Nadia for what she had forced on him, but he had to admit that he had enjoyed the result. He couldn’t even articulate how wonderful his female orgasms felt. To compare them with his typical, male orgasms didn’t even seem fair. They were worlds apart since the male orgasm was concentrated in one spot and was over in moments. The female version was so much more powerful, spread over his whole body, and seemed to last much longer.

What was even better, just as Nadia said, he could have more. He didn’t even want to get out of bed. He was totally insatiable. His hands didn’t even leave from between his legs for the next couple of hours. He had orgasm after orgasm until his skin felt raw. He was surprised that he still wasn’t satiated, but he decided that he should probably give his lady parts a break, and fulfill a different hunger.

He questioned how truthful she was about not needing to alter his sex drive, but when he remembered he was in what looked like a young woman's body he figured it was probably normal to be so horny. That and the novelty of the situation.

He got up to get something to eat and went to find something that would remotely fit him before he finally settled on his bathrobe. He had to roll the sleeves back, and it practically touched the floor, but it covered him well enough. He found himself very frustrated as soon as he got to his kitchen. None of his dishes were in the low cabinets where he could reach. He remembered Nadia giving him shit about that when she came over, and he always dismissed it by teasing her for being short. He sighed and climbed up on the counter. He was so hungry that he grabbed a largish bowl and got down, then filled it with honey nut cheerios. He found he couldn’t finish it all, though. His tiny stomach was getting full far quicker than he was used to, though it didn’t really surprise him.

His hunger satisfied, he was starting to get bored and wanted to go out, maybe to find some clothes that he could wear at the lab. First, he would have to find some clothes that didn’t look ridiculous. Then he remembered that Nadia had left a few things at his place the previous weekend. He searched under his bed and found her modest slacks and dark top, which sort of fit him, though they were definitely too big, they would suffice. Luckily she had left a pair of shoes as well, and they sort of fit. She had not left any underwear, but he figured he didn’t really need the support so it didn’t matter. When he pulled the pants on, he realized why underwear would have been a good idea. His pussy was still hot and leaking, even after wiping, and it made a mess of the inside of his pants. He tried to ignore it.

He ran into obstacle immediately upon trying to leave. In yet another instance that he took his former height for granted, he realized that his old Jeep was not designed for a sub-five-foot tall dainty female. Even after pulling the seat all the way forward, he didn’t really fit. In order for his feet to touch the pedals,  he had to sit so close to the wheel, his breasts were touching it. And he could hardly see over it. He was able to mitigate that with a couple of phone books (who knew that they would still be useful?), but then his feet were far from the pedals again. He also couldn’t adjust the mirrors to any kind of useful position and the large blind spots scared him.

He ultimately decided that he wasn’t confident enough to drive the Jeep. It actually kind of scared him now. He made a “hmph!” of displeasure as he jumped down from the vehicle. He resigned himself to waiting for Nadia to get back. He wanted to complain to her about all of his newfound difficulties, but he knew that it would just make her tease him more. He went back inside the house and sat down to watch some TV.

Daytime TV was full of dumb reality shows that he never had any interest in. He was glad to see that at least that had not changed. He shut it off and instead set about trying to research the totem that Nadia had used on him. He was able to find sparse information on it, confirming just how good his assistant was. Despite what she had done to him, he found himself thinking about her more and more. And not just as a fuck buddy, which had always been their arrangement. Maybe he now had more empathy as a female, or he just understood her better after their amazing sex. Either way, he realized that his feelings for her were becoming more than just professional and friendly. He wondered how she would react to that revelation, and if he should share that with her at all.

* * *

“Honey, I’m home!” Nadia called out as she walked into Felix’s apartment, carrying shopping bags. She was hit with the musky smell of an aroused woman. She grinned, knowing exactly what he had been up to while she was gone.

A moment later, Felix's diminutive form came rushing into the room. She laughed when she noticed that he appeared to be wearing some of her clothes that she had left there.

"Having fun playing dress-up?" she teased.

He turned a little red but giggled. "It was either this or the bathrobe.”

“Well, that won’t be a problem.” she smiled wide, holding up the shopping bags. “I got you something.”

“Oh!” he squealed with delight. Until that day, he had taken for granted having clothes that fit.

“Although I’m not sure why you needed clothes. All the entertainment you needed was right there.” She laughed and pointed to his crotch. Then she sniffed. “It smells like you spent most of your time naked anyway.” 

“I tried-" he began to say but stopped himself. He looked down at his tiny feet, embarrassed.

"What?" she asked in a tone of fake sympathy.

"I wanted to leave, but…" he looked back at the floor.

“But what, you got scared?” she taunted.

He shook his head. “I didn’t want to drive the Jeep.” he admitted. “I could barely reach the pedals.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to risk it.”

“That’s fine.” Nadia reached out and stroked his feminine face with the back of her hand. “I’ll drive you wherever you want to go.” she said tenderly.

“Why don’t you just change me back?” he tried not to sound too desperate. “You could change me again when we have more alone time.”

She shook her head and put the shopping bags down. “Not until after I dress you up.” She pulled what looked to be a schoolgirl outfit out of the bag. “I know this will fit too since I know how big you are. And if not, I’ll make them fit.” She chuckled at her own cleverness.

“I need to get back to the lab!” he protested, his frustration showing.

“I know you have more sick time if you need it.” she retorted.

“I need to run the lab!” he stamped his tiny foot. “And my classes!”

“I am running the lab and classes just fine. You don’t think I can handle it?” An offended tone was creeping into her voice.

“I didn’t say that…” he knew that he had to try and navigate this situation carefully. “I just…”

She held the clothes out to him and shook them. “Put it on. And you can come to campus as my fill-in assistant.” She smiled again. “No one will be the wiser.”

“I’m far too qualified to be your assistant!” he shouted, and then immediately realized his mistake.

“Not right now you aren’t.” she threw the clothes on the couch. “You’re not even a student at the university. In fact,” she reached for the totem, he tried to reach out to take it from her, but she pushed him back onto the couch with little effort. “You’re probably not smart enough to really be my assistant anyway.” She smiled evilly. “More like just eye candy.”

“Like, what the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, uncharacteristically using profanity. He covered his mouth in surprise.

“What?” she taunted.

“I don’t know why I’m like…” then he realized what she had done, though it took longer to put it together than it should have. “What the fuck did you do to me, you dumb cunt? Like, what is your problem?” he noticed his new verbal tics, to his immense frustration.

She scoffed at his insult. “I think you know. I made you the dumb cunt. Or at least you talk like one.” she chuckled.

“Fuck me running!” he shouted. “Like, turn me back, you fucking bitch!”

“You’re going to have to earn it.” she cackled, shaking the totem at him.

This caused him to get up and storm around the room in an explosion of expletives. He became so animated that he was about out of breath before long. Nadia sat on the couch and crossed her legs while leaning back. She folded her hands in her lap and waited.

“Are you going to calm down so I can tell you how to earn your manhood back?” she asked smugly.

He did eventually stop screaming if no other reason but to catch his breath. Nadia patted the couch cushion next to her and waited for him to plop down there.

“I’m going to drive you over to my place. And you are going to wear this outfit,” She pointed to the plaid skirt, white thigh high socks, white shirt, and dark overcoat. “And clean my apartment.”

He opened his mouth to argue but wisely stopped himself.

She continued. “You’ve never even bothered to come inside before, always thinking about your own convenience.” she huffed. “Once it is all clean, I am going to have my way with you.” She wrapped her arm around his waist, even her small arm wrapped all the way around his tiny form. “If you’ve satisfied me, then I’ll consider changing you back, and you can go back to the lab.”

He sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do about. “Kay.” he whispered. He was annoyed at his new and improper way of speaking but knew better than to complain. That seemed to only get him into more trouble.

“I’ll be watching to make sure that you are dressed appropriately.” she let him go and stood up. “So let’s go, my cute little bimbo.”

He couldn’t handle that. “I’m not, like a fucking bimbo!” 

“Yes you are, and now you’re going to look the part.” she grasped the totem. He felt his hair grow even longer until it reached his back. His lips began to expand at the same time his tits practically busted out of the formerly loose top. His waist narrowed even further, until he had an hourglass figure, with plump ass, tiny waist, and DD cups.

He didn’t even protest and just let it happen, staring at the floor in defeat.

“I think, for now, I will call you… Felicity.” she giggled. “It definitely sounds like a bimbo’s name. Maybe a stripper.”

He knew better than to argue any further. He resigned himself to doing what she wanted. She watched as he wordlessly changed out of the now ill-fitting clothes into the schoolgirl outfit. It seemed to fit him perfectly, which suggested to him that she had already planned on changing his body further. She had provided matching bra and panties as well, white ones with little hearts on the waistband. They also fit perfectly He looked down at the outfit, noting that the skirt was very short, and when he moved it barely covered his pantied crotch. He looked up at her and she grinned back.

“Are you ready to go?” she asked, placing the totem back in her bag.

They gathered some cleaning supplies that his maids left in his garage, and piled them in the back of her car. They got in, and she turned to chastise him. “Cross your legs, like a proper lady.” She lightly slapped his bare knee. “You’re wearing a skirt and you don’t want to show off the goods too much.”

He crossed his legs and felt his pussy lips rub together on his clit. It was a wonderful feeling, but it also made him realize how horny he still was. Was he getting off on her dominating him? He told himself that he wasn’t, that it was just a result of his earlier fun and the novelty of the situation.

* * *

They arrived at her apartment shortly thereafter; it wasn’t that far from his place. They rode in silence, Felix being afraid of saying anything since his vocabulary had forcibly changed to become much more vulgar and he was afraid of further angering Nadia. When they got inside, he noticed right away that it fit the image in his mind for what a young woman attending university’s apartment would look like. There were piles of clothes everywhere, discarded food wrappers and fast book bags on the counters, a sink filled with dirty dishes, the dining room table covered in clutter, and haphazardly arranged shelves were covered in a layer of dust. It looked like she never dusted, vacuumed, or did any cleaning in general.

She saw the look on his face and taunted. “Don’t say anything. I bet yours would look just as bad if you didn’t have maids come twice a week. Some of us can’t afford that yet. But you’ll be my maid, if just for today.” she laughed and went to plop down on the couch. “Now get to it, Felicity. I don’t have all night.” He could tell by how she was sitting and rubbing her legs together that she was already quite aroused. He had done that very same thing himself on the way over.

"Like, what am I supposed to fucking do?" he finally asked after staring at the mess for a minute or two. He wasn't sure where to even start.

She sighed. "You seriously need more direction? You are a bimbo." She laughed. "Start a load of clothes, the undies, and whites in my room. Then clear off my counter and tables, just throw it all away, and then I need my bathroom and kitchen scrubbed. Though you are a dumb bimbo, I think you can figure it out from here?"

Felix- despite the situation, he refused to think of himself as "Felicity", or a woman at all- got to work cleaning. He gathered up the clothes and tried to do it in big piles like he normally did, but he couldn't lift them, or even get his arms around them. It took much longer than he was used to in order to simply transport the clothes. He also couldn't really reach the clothes that were already in the dryer-she had one of those vertically stacked washer dryer combos- and had to find a step stool to use in order to even reach it. The same was true when he went to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. He had to lean all the way over at the waist so grab the clothes at the bottom. His tight outfit didn't really help his mobility either, he noticed. 

In the meantime, he put on some cleaning gloves and gathered up all the trash to take it out, and again he had problems. As hard as he pulled, he couldn't pull the bag out of the can. He resorted to dragging the can over to the dumpster and throwing it in piecemeal until he could lift it.

When he got back inside, he saw that Nadia had gotten naked, and was smiling at him from the couch with the totem in her lap. He stared for a moment, appreciating just how gorgeous she was. He then approached, sauntering over to give her a kiss but she avoided him and leaned away.

"Uh-uh!" She shook her head, grinning. "Not until this place sparkles!.” she sang, then added, “Get back in the kitchen, slut.”

“Fuck you!” he snapped back, but dutifully returned to clean some more, getting a slap on the ass on his way back to the kitchen. He sighed and set about cleaning the kitchen counters, washing the dishes, before moving on to the bathroom. But before he could, Nadia came behind him and checked his work. She grabbed a paper towel and ran it over the top of the fridge and showed him the dust.

She tsk-tsked, waving her finger. “You have to do better, Felicity. Or else I’ll leave you this way.”

That spurred him to really clean every single surface, which required him to use the stepladder to do it. She would chastise him for not moving fast enough, and for being a dumb bimbo, which he was surprised that he didn’t mind. In fact, he realized his panties were soaked, and aside from the novelty of having a pussy in the first place, he thought that it must be from the excitement of being dominated by a strong woman.

She followed him into the bathroom and grinned while she watched his ass as he was bent over, cleaning. He scrubbed the toilet, the counter, the mirror, everything. He even got down on his knees to scrub the floor. By the time he was done, it was getting pretty late and he was exhausted. It took far longer to do anything than he was used to and he felt like he had no stamina at all in this tiny body.

“Now, can you figure out how to use a vacuum, or do I have to explain that too?” she taunted.

“You hit the switchy thing and then it sucks!” he heard himself say in his squeaky little voice, trying to sound indignant.

Once he had cleaned everything, he collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. He was covered in sweat and stains from all of his efforts. He looked up to see Nadia standing over him with an evil smile.

“You just have one more thing to do before you can change back.” she taunted, waving the totem over him. He looked up at her but didn’t say anything, but merely waited for her to pronounce his fate.

“You just have to take it from me.” She put it right in front of his face, but when he tried to snatch it, she jerked it away. “Oh, c’ mon. You’ll have to do better than that!” she giggled and danced away.

“This is super unfair!” he whined but climbed to his feet. He was exhausted, but even at full strength, he would be hard-pressed to take her on physically. She was still a bit on the short side for a woman, probably 5’4 or so, but she seemed to tower over him and was taller by at least for or five inches. He half-heartedly reached out for the totem and she spun around, her back now to him.

“If you don’t get it from me, you’ll be this way for a week or more!” she cackled. He had no choice but to try harder. He reached around her waist from behind, grabbing her wrist, but she twisted away, laughing. He managed to grab her around the waist, though and they both tumbled down into a heap. He climbed over her, reaching for the totem, but she put her hand on his generous breast and pushed him back. He couldn’t reach the totem and groaned in frustration.

Nadia’s pushing him back quickly became more of a grope, which made it even more difficult. She grinned evilly and pinched his nipples, which made him stop and moan. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

“Oh, you can’t give up that easily!” she teased. She turned from her side to her back, while he moved up to straddle her waist. He felt the heat of his pussy as it pressed down into her, leaving a bit of a wet trail on her bare skin as he slid. She held the totem away with the other hand while continuing to assault his breast. He leaned down to grab the totem, and their faces were right next to each other. He felt her hot breath on his neck, and then an instant later, they were kissing.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth while grinding his crotch into her pelvis; his hungry pussy craved stimulation. They had never really made out before, but now they were mashing their faces together with abandon, almost with an urgency. Nadia dropped the totem, leaving it forgotten on the floor behind them as they writhed around on the floor together. Their mouths only parted for a moment, long enough to allow Nadia to rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying. He pulled his shirt off, while Nadia unclasped his bra, freeing his huge round titties. They seemed to defy gravity, jutting almost straight out. His nipples were huge, and they were rock hard from all the excitement and stimulation. She reached up and pinched them, eliciting a squeal from Felix.

She pushed him onto his back, and then reached for his crotch, pulling his drenched panties aside, revealing his inflamed pussy. It was engorged with blood, and absolutely dripping wet. She spread his lips apart with one hand and shoved a finger inside him. It slid right in with no resistance. She moved to the side and gestured to the totem, and raised her eyebrows as if to ask the obvious question.

His inner conflict lasted for a fraction of a second. He closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, then shook his head.

“No? Well, maybe you’ll want to be Felix again tomorrow.” she whispered before leaning down and placing her mouth on his crotch.

He answered with a squeal of delight when her tongue slid across his engorged clit. He could be Felix later, he decided.

End

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        Felix saw that the mysterious package that had arrived at his office was indeed addressed to Professor Holliman’s office in the anthropology building, but there was no return address. It didn’t have any sort of tracking numbers or labels on it either. He asked where it came from and was told by his student assistant Nadia that is had arrived via courier that morning.

        He opened the box and a strange, verdant smell hit him in the face. It was so pungent that it almost caused him to gag. He reached in and found something wrapped and padded in layers of butcher paper, and the smell grew stronger as he pulled the packing material aside.

        “What do you think this is?” he asked, holding a strange artifact. He pushed his glasses up his nose, his brown eyes looked huge when magnified by his coke bottle lenses. The object looked like bones lashed together with sinew, and it was covered in this strange resin or sap that attached bright colored feathers all over it.

        Nadia frowned and took it from him. “This looks familiar.” She mused. It looked huge in her dainty little hands. He always had a thing for petite, short women and she was exactly that. Five-foot two in shoes was perfect.

        “You’ve seen something like this before?” he asked, surprised. “I don’t remember ever seeing something like this.”

        “Let me do some research. I think I know where to start looking.” she said excitedly as she ran to the computer.

        He yawned and stretched. “Well, I’m going to call it a day. It is getting late. Now’s your last chance for me to grab something off the top shelf before I go.”

“Very funny.” she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a man. I have a stepladder.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” he teased. “You were saying all kinds of things that indicated the opposite.”

“Fucking is fucking.” She chuckled. “But I don’t need a man for that either.” she turned to her computer screen. “I told you that I briefly dated girls while doing my undergrad degree.” She grinned to herself.

He shook his head. “Did you have to be so vulgar about it?”

She covered her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh, I’m so fucking sorry.” She grinned. “I know how much you fucking hate fucking profanity.”

He sighed. “It just isn’t becoming of someone of your intelligence.”

She laughed and turned her focus to her research.

He walked up behind her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder before it migrated down her front to grasp one of her generous c-cup breasts. “Are you coming over tonight?” He whispered in her ear.

        Her full lips curled with a sexy smile. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she wasn’t wearing make-up but he thought she was gorgeous anyway. Her lab coat, plain shirt and slacks, and black-rimmed glasses really gave her the nerdy girl look that he loved so much. Her figure was slim but shapely.

“Probably. I have this puzzle to solve, though.” She lifted up the strange artifact. “But I may be by later. I’ll text you.”

        “Okay, any time before midnight.” He kissed her cheek and left.

        She spent the next half hour digging through her old notes and eventually found what she was looking for.

        “I thought I remembered seeing one of these.” she said gleefully, looking at the picture that another researcher had taken of one of these. She confirmed that it was indeed a kind of totem that some of the tribes around the Amazon rainforest used in their rituals. This type of totem, in particular, supposedly enabled the shaman to change his form, usually assuming the shape of various animals.

        “Wouldn’t it be something if this actually worked?” she mused to herself, staring at the strange object on her desk. “I could be anything I wanted. ” She picked it up and stared at it for a moment, thinking of what she could do with that kind of power. She giggled, imagining herself taller than Felix, lording over him. She had never thought of him as a misogynist in any way, but there was definitely a certain appeal to the idea of him knowing what it was like to be the short scared little girl for once. She felt a strange tingle for just a moment but decided that she had imagined it. She indulged in fantasy for a moment, imagining herself towering over Felix.

        She yawned and looked at the clock, and saw it was way after midnight. She had definitely lost track of time. She cursed herself for staying up so late. She had hoped to make it over to Felix’s before it was too late. Now she would have to wait until the next night at the earliest.

        They had a lot of fun together, neither having any illusions that this was anything serious. It was mainly out of convenience. The sexual tension between them had been palpable. They spent long hours together researching and cataloging that had been much more challenging before they had decided to just give in and stop resisting their sexual urges. It was against the rules, of course, but no one was getting hurt. She certainly didn’t feel taken advantage of.

She drove home instead of his place like she really wanted. She had tried to wake him up for sex before but it never went well. She set the totem on her nightstand and went to sleep, strange dreams of sex in the jungle filled her mind as she slept.

* * *

        The next morning, she shut off her alarm and stood up. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she found herself disoriented. She thought she might just be sleepy, so she tried to ignore it. Even as the shower woke her up, the disorientation continued. She had to reach up to grab her shampoo off the shelf and realized that she didn’t have to stretch quite as far as she usually had to. She again chalked it up to her imagination. When she went to pull her pants on she finally realized what was going on. Her pants felt incredibly tight, even though she had just tried them on the day before.

        “What the hell?” she asked, struggling to button them up. It was like they had shrunk overnight. She pulled and hopped a couple of times before she realized that her ankles were sticking out from the bottom. She pulled again and slipped, falling on her ass. As she crashed to the floor, the totem fell from her desk and landed in her lap. Then it dawned on her.

        “No way...” she said, staring at the totem for a moment. She remembered her wish from the day before. Still in disbelief, she stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror, and noted that she had to stoop slightly to see her reflection. There was no doubt that she had grown slightly since the day before. Maybe as much as a couple of inches. She stood there staring at herself for a few moments before she could really believe it. Luckily, most people would probably not notice. She chose to wear a skirt with nylons, and high heels. It would be unlikely that anyone would notice. They would notice her change in attire, and hopefully, that would be the only difference they took note of.

        On her way out the door, she felt her phone buzz. It was Felix, saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the lab that day, that he was sick, and for her to continue her research without him. She texted back, saying she hoped he was okay, and that he hadn’t given her whatever he had. Then she stopped.

        “Oh no…” She remembered the other part of her wish.

* * *

Felix woke up with a start. He’d been having some bizarre dreams, that he now couldn’t quite remember. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his bathrobe. He wondered why his feet were just barely touching the floor but wasn’t immediately alarmed by it. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked down, confirming that something weird was going on. He turned to look in the mirror and saw that he had appeared to have lost some weight. How had he not noticed? He saw right away that his face looked noticeably thinner. His bathrobe hung on his shoulders more than usual, and his hands barely reached the end of the sleeves. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed this lately and wanted to get a full stock of what was going on. He slipped out of his nightclothes and again looked in the mirror. His gut was definitely smaller, his arms and legs also looked thinner. It wasn’t truly alarming and was more confusing than anything. But none of that mattered once he noticed his crotch.

He involuntarily shrieked, his voice sounding much higher pitched than he was used to. His penis had shrunk too. He had thought that something was off when he got up in the middle of the night to pee, and couldn't hold it quite the same way, but he was too groggy to really analyze it at the time. Now he was wide awake.

He had always had a certain pride in knowing that his cock was on the larger side, a good 7 inches while hard and very thick. Even when flaccid, he had always had an impressive package. Now, it looked small and shriveled. His ballsack was smaller, and tighter against his penis than he ever remembered seeing it. He reached down to stroke his cock, trying to get it hard. He was hoping it was just his imagination. His nervousness prevented an erection, however. He gave up and again focused on the fact that he had seemingly lost a couple of inches or more in height.

He couldn’t bring himself to go into work. People would immediately notice his smaller stature and thinning features. There would be too many questions. Questions that he had no answers to. He couldn’t pull himself away from the mirror if he wanted to. He thought he could actually see himself shrinking. It was terrifying. But not as terrifying as the realization of what was happening to him.

He was turning into a woman.

As crazy as it seemed, he couldn’t deny it. He was indeed shrinking. Most parts of him were, except his butt was noticeably getting bigger. He noticed when he sat down on the bed. It felt weird like he was sitting on extra padding. He turned around and looked over his shoulder, confirming that his ass had indeed expanded, and probably wasn’t done either. This lead him to another discovery, this one less shocking because he half expected it, despite not wanting to believe it at all.

His nipples had grown bigger too. They weren’t huge, but larger than a typical male’s and were definitely were larger than they had been the night before. His chest hair seemed like it had fallen out as well, and a look at his bed sheets confirmed this. The hair falling out made it easier to see the slight swelling under his nipples that he suspected would eventually become female breasts.

He was still staring at himself in the mirror when he heard a key in the deadbolt on the front door. He turned to see Nadia, uncharacteristically wearing a skirt, used the key he gave her to enter his house. Instead of the look of fear that his own face had, she appeared to be happy, even giddy with excitement.

“Hey!” she called to him as she approached. She rushed to his side and turned to look at his reflection. He instinctively crossed his legs, hopefully obscuring his diminished manhood before she could see it.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I don’t feel well.”

“I knew it!” she exclaimed with a giggle.

“What?” he asked, confused. “You know what’s happening to me?”

She contemplated hiding what she had done from him. But he already knew that she had something to do with it. He had seen it on her grinning face. She reached into her bag and retrieved the totem.

“I found out what it was.” She waved it in his face. “It is a totem of shape-changing… and I inadvertently changed us both.”

He looked at their reflections again. He had been too absorbed in his own situation to notice that she had been changed too. They were almost the same height now, despite him knowing that he hadn’t shrunk that much... not yet anyway.

He shook his head, still trying to process this new information. “What do you mean, you changed us? How is that possible? You read that it has magic powers and you believe it?” he shook his head. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

She laughed. “Well, how else do you explain this?” she pushed him forward and caused him to stumble. He had not expected such strength from her. When he caught his balance, his legs were spread wide, revealing his shriveled manhood. He turned red with embarrassment. And covered his shame in his hands. It had further shriveled up since he had first discovered his embarrassing condition.

        “Why would you do this to me?” he whined, his voice going even higher. “Are you punishing me? Was it all the short jokes?”

        “No, it was an accident. I wanted you to know, for just a moment, what it was like to be the helpless little girl.” she chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. “But now I’m thinking that you do deserve it.” she playfully taunted. “You could learn a thing or two.”

        “What?” he practically shrieked. “I was just kidding with you!”

        “I know, but now you are talking about being a woman as a punishment.” she looked him up and down. “You look like you’re well on your way, but we might as well speed things up.” she held the totem close and concentrated. She was so giddy with excitement she could hardly contain herself. She absolutely loved her newfound power, and her face was beaming with joy as a result.

        “No!” he screamed, but it was too late. She seemed to grow even larger in front of him, but he knew he was shrinking. "Please!”

        “I always had a thing for blondes.” she cackled. He watched stunned in horror at his reflection. His short dark hair began to grow out, and lighten in color until he had shoulder-length blonde hair.

        “Is that why you are doing this to me?” his voice grew even higher, to the point it was what he would call a “baby-girl voice”. “Because you wanted a girl to fuck?” He squeaked. He continued to shrink until Nadia seemingly towered over her. He guessed he was no taller than five feet. His arms and legs also lost much of their bulk. He figured that he probably didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds.

        “Well, that’s just a bonus.” She ran her hand across his ass, which had swelled until it became big and round. He twitched, her soft touch tickling him and making goosebumps rise on his bare skin. His breasts matched, having become at least C cups, if not D cups, which looked massive on his petite frame. His face slimmed as his hair continued to grow out until it was down to his shoulders. It also brightened further until it was practically a platinum blonde color.

        “I don’t want to be a woman!” he stamped his foot. “And I don’t want to have sex as one.” His transformation seemed finished. He looked at his reflection, which showed a petite girl in her late teens or early twenties. Her breasts and butt were generous, but not overly so. She had bright platinum blonde hair that was slightly wavy and down to her shoulders. Her hair framed a slim face with high cheekbones and a button nose. She had bright blue eyes that stared with worry back at him.

He couldn’t believe it was him. He had plenty of time to cope with his transformations at this point, but he was still having trouble grasping the reality of it.

"You're telling me that you have the chance to see what sex is like from a woman's perspective," She crossed her arms. "And you don't want to try it? Not even once? Where's your sense of adventure?" She laughed.

That gave him pause. He hated the idea of this being forced on him, but at the same time, it was an exciting prospect. His mind had already begun to wander in that direction.

"Besides," Nadia giggled, clutching the totem. "I am sure that if I can change your body this drastically, I could change your sex drive too." She saw the look of horror on his face and added, "But I don't think that'll be necessary. Will it?"

He was conflicted, but when he turned back to his reflection and the naked bombshell looking back at him, they both knew what the answer was.

“You’re already naked, so I may as well join you.” Nadia slipped out of her dress, revealing her beautiful figure. Her new height enhanced her form, in his eyes. Her now longer legs were slim and shapely, just like her waist. He noticed how similar they looked. Other than the blonde hair and slimmer face, their bodies were almost identical in shape. Save for the fact that Nadia was at least three or four inches taller than his current form.

He couldn’t help but smile. “So what next?” he challenged her in his high-pitched voice. This was your idea.”

She pointed to the bed. “Lay back, and spread ‘em.” she commanded in an assertive tone that he was not used to. He hesitated for a moment.

“Get over there, slut.” she said in a louder, more commanding voice.

“Sorry.” he squeaked, moving over to the bed and falling back in it. “I’m not used to this…”

“I am.” she replied gleefully. “And you soon will be, too. I was always in charge when I was with other girls.” She approached him where he lay, climbed up on the bed and stood over him. He had an excellent view of her shaved pussy, already swelling with blood and dripping wet. He saw how much she was clearly enjoying the power she had over him.

“I’m not just some other girl-” he whined but was cut off.

“You are now. Here,” she turned her back to him, then kneeled down on his face, placing her crotch directly over his mouth. “This should shut you up for now.”

He didn’t like being talked to like that. He wanted to argue, but her pussy was as appetizing as ever. He grabbed her hips with his dainty little hands and dove in, spreading her lips open and shoving his tongue into her hole. He knew how she liked it, having done this many times before. His tools were slightly different but he still knew how to use them.

“Mmm… good girl.” she cooed before leaning down to attend to his own wet snatch. The feeling of her tongue on his clit was otherworldly. He twitched and writhed under her, but he couldn’t move from her grip. In short order, she expertly utilized her tongue to bring him to a body-shaking orgasm. He involuntarily shrieked in his baby girl voice, which brought a grin to Nadia’s face.

He tried to move Nadia and get a better angle, but he couldn’t budge her. He wasn’t used to being so small and weak, especially compared to her.

“Not until you finish your dessert.” she teased, grinding her crotch into his face and stimulating her clit.

He couldn’t reply, but he settled in to try and return the favor. He spread her lips and began to lick her clit and inner labia. He was no stranger to pussy eating himself, although he had never been good enough to take any pride in it. He was further handicapped by the pleasure racing through his body distracting him. But he had no choice. She refused to move until she had her own orgasm, which he finally achieved a few minutes later. This situation was so hot that even his subpar clit licking was able to get her off.

        Nadia wasn’t satisfied, though. She held him down and forced her tongue back inside him. He began to violently thrash, moaning into her vulva but she easily held his tiny body in place.

        “Please!” he cried. “Stop… uncle! Uncle!”

Satisfied, Nadia climbed off of him. She reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet. He stumbled, not yet used to his new center of gravity. She caught him before he fell, pulling him against her so his face was resting against her beautiful bosom.

It took a few moments for him to become coherent again, though the afterglow of his orgasms remained. He couldn’t stop smiling. “That was amazing…” he whispered, still out of breath.

“Aren’t you glad you tried it?” She kissed his forehead, leaving it moist with his juices. That surprised him a little since their relationship had always been more based on physical need than intimacy. He liked it, though. Something about this new dynamic of her being in charge changed how he thought about it. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. In his afterglow, he hugged her tightly, his face still beaming with a big grin.

“This is just the beginning, that was just an appetizer.”  she taunted, pulling herself free of his arms and stepping back.

“I thought you said it was dessert.” he quipped, then laughed a high pitched musical laugh at his own joke.

She shook her head and continued, “You’ll have to wait for more. I have work to do in the lab. You could come with...” She laughed and wiped off her face with a discarded tee-shirt before she gathered up her clothes.

"No way! I don't even have anything that'll fit this body!” He stamped his foot, feeling impotent to do much else to show his frustration. “And who am I supposed to be? I don't have an ID or anything!"

“You could be my assistant.” she beamed. The frown on his cute feminine face made her laugh.

“No way.” he crossed his arms in front of his breasts but found he couldn’t quite reach. He awkwardly shifted his arms to below his bosom, which felt strange. “I could never be your assistant.”

"Is that so?” she teased. “Well, then I guess you can just to stay here. Shame, it would be fun to play in the lab… it would be exciting." She sang the last few words and giggled.

“I can’t!” he whined.

“What am I supposed to do until you get off?” he asked, his voice turning whiney.

“I would get off if I were you.” She chuckled at her own joke. “Remember girly, you don’t have to recharge like a man does.” She quickly got dressed and was heading out the door, leaving him standing there.

“I am a man!” he called after her. “Don’t forget that!”

“You’re a cute girl until I change you back, sweety! Don’t forget that.” She slammed the door.

* * *

        Felix wanted to be mad at Nadia for what she had forced on him, but he had to admit that he had enjoyed the result. He couldn’t even articulate how wonderful his female orgasms felt. To compare them with his typical, male orgasms didn’t even seem fair. They were worlds apart since the male orgasm was concentrated in one spot and was over in moments. The female version was so much more powerful, spread over his whole body, and seemed to last much longer.

        What was even better, just as Nadia said, he could have more. He didn’t even want to get out of bed. He was totally insatiable. His hands didn’t even leave from between his legs for the next couple of hours. He had orgasm after orgasm until his skin felt raw. He was surprised that he still wasn’t satiated, but he decided that he should probably give his lady parts a break, and fulfill a different hunger.

        He questioned how truthful she was about not needing to alter his sex drive, but when he remembered he was in what looked like a young woman's body he figured it was probably normal to be so horny. That and the novelty of the situation.

        He got up to get something to eat and went to find something that would remotely fit him before he finally settled on his bathrobe. He had to roll the sleeves back, and it practically touched the floor, but it covered him well enough. He found himself very frustrated as soon as he got to his kitchen. None of his dishes were in the low cabinets where he could reach. He remembered Nadia giving him shit about that when she came over, and he always dismissed it by teasing her for being short. He sighed and climbed up on the counter. He was so hungry that he grabbed a largish bowl and got down, then filled it with honey nut cheerios. He found he couldn’t finish it all, though. His tiny stomach was getting full far quicker than he was used to, though it didn’t really surprise him.

        His hunger satisfied, he was starting to get bored and wanted to go out, maybe to find some clothes that he could wear at the lab. First, he would have to find some clothes that didn’t look ridiculous. Then he remembered that Nadia had left a few things at his place the previous weekend. He searched under his bed and found her modest slacks and dark top, which sort of fit him, though they were definitely too big, they would suffice. Luckily she had left a pair of shoes as well, and they sort of fit. She had not left any underwear, but he figured he didn’t really need the support so it didn’t matter. When he pulled the pants on, he realized why underwear would have been a good idea. His pussy was still hot and leaking, even after wiping, and it made a mess of the inside of his pants. He tried to ignore it.

        He ran into obstacle immediately upon trying to leave. In yet another instance that he took his former height for granted, he realized that his old Jeep was not designed for a sub-five-foot tall dainty female. Even after pulling the seat all the way forward, he didn’t really fit. In order for his feet to touch the pedals,  he had to sit so close to the wheel, his breasts were touching it. And he could hardly see over it. He was able to mitigate that with a couple of phone books (who knew that they would still be useful?), but then his feet were far from the pedals again. He also couldn’t adjust the mirrors to any kind of useful position and the large blind spots scared him.

        He ultimately decided that he wasn’t confident enough to drive the Jeep. It actually kind of scared him now. He made a “hmph!” of displeasure as he jumped down from the vehicle. He resigned himself to waiting for Nadia to get back. He wanted to complain to her about all of his newfound difficulties, but he knew that it would just make her tease him more. He went back inside the house and sat down to watch some TV.

        Daytime TV was full of dumb reality shows that he never had any interest in. He was glad to see that at least that had not changed. He shut it off and instead set about trying to research the totem that Nadia had used on him. He was able to find sparse information on it, confirming just how good his assistant was. Despite what she had done to him, he found himself thinking about her more and more. And not just as a fuck buddy, which had always been their arrangement. Maybe he now had more empathy as a female, or he just understood her better after their amazing sex. Either way, he realized that his feelings for her were becoming more than just professional and friendly. He wondered how she would react to that revelation, and if he should share that with her at all.

* * *

        “Honey, I’m home!” Nadia called out as she walked into Felix’s apartment, carrying shopping bags. She was hit with the musky smell of an aroused woman. She grinned, knowing exactly what he had been up to while she was gone.

        A moment later, Felix's diminutive form came rushing into the room. She laughed when she noticed that he appeared to be wearing some of her clothes that she had left there.

        "Having fun playing dress-up?" she teased.

        He turned a little red but giggled. "It was either this or the bathrobe.”

        “Well, that won’t be a problem.” she smiled wide, holding up the shopping bags. “I got you something.”

        “Oh!” he squealed with delight. Until that day, he had taken for granted having clothes that fit.

        “Although I’m not sure why you needed clothes. All the entertainment you needed was right there.” She laughed and pointed to his crotch. Then she sniffed. “It smells like you spent most of your time naked anyway.”

“I tried-" he began to say but stopped himself. He looked down at his tiny feet, embarrassed.

        "What?" she asked in a tone of fake sympathy.

        "I wanted to leave, but…" he looked back at the floor.

        “But what, you got scared?” she taunted.

        He shook his head. “I didn’t want to drive the Jeep.” he admitted. “I could barely reach the pedals.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to risk it.”

        “That’s fine.” Nadia reached out and stroked his feminine face with the back of her hand. “I’ll drive you wherever you want to go.” she said tenderly.

        “Why don’t you just change me back?” he tried not to sound too desperate. “You could change me again when we have more alone time.”

        She shook her head and put the shopping bags down. “Not until after I dress you up.” She pulled what looked to be a schoolgirl outfit out of the bag. “I know this will fit too since I know how big you are. And if not, I’ll make them fit.” She chuckled at her own cleverness.

        “I need to get back to the lab!” he protested, his frustration showing.

        “I know you have more sick time if you need it.” she retorted.

        “I need to run the lab!” he stamped his tiny foot. “And my classes!”

        “I am running the lab and classes just fine. You don’t think I can handle it?” An offended tone was creeping into her voice.

        “I didn’t say that…” he knew that he had to try and navigate this situation carefully. “I just…”

        

        She held the clothes out to him and shook them. “Put it on. And you can come to campus as my fill-in assistant.” She smiled again. “No one will be the wiser.”

        “I’m far too qualified to be your assistant!” he shouted, and then immediately realized his mistake.

        “Not right now you aren’t.” she threw the clothes on the couch. “You’re not even a student at the university. In fact,” she reached for the totem, he tried to reach out to take it from her, but she pushed him back onto the couch with little effort. “You’re probably not smart enough to really be my assistant anyway.” She smiled evilly. “More like just eye candy.”

        “Like, what the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, uncharacteristically using profanity. He covered his mouth in surprise.

        “What?” she taunted.

        “I don’t know why I’m like…” then he realized what she had done, though it took longer to put it together than it should have. “What the fuck did you do to me, you dumb cunt? Like, what is your problem?” he noticed his new verbal tics, to his immense frustration.

        She scoffed at his insult. “I think you know. I made you the dumb cunt. Or at least you talk like one.” she chuckled.

        “Fuck me running!” he shouted. “Like, turn me back, you fucking bitch!”

        “You’re going to have to earn it.” she cackled, shaking the totem at him.

        This caused him to get up and storm around the room in an explosion of expletives. He became so animated that he was about out of breath before long. Nadia sat on the couch and crossed her legs while leaning back. She folded her hands in her lap and waited.

“Are you going to calm down so I can tell you how to earn your manhood back?” she asked smugly.

        He did eventually stop screaming if no other reason but to catch his breath. Nadia patted the couch cushion next to her and waited for him to plop down there.

        “I’m going to drive you over to my place. And you are going to wear this outfit,” She pointed to the plaid skirt, white thigh high socks, white shirt, and dark overcoat. “And clean my apartment.”

        He opened his mouth to argue but wisely stopped himself.

        She continued. “You’ve never even bothered to come inside before, always thinking about your own convenience.” she huffed. “Once it is all clean, I am going to have my way with you.” She wrapped her arm around his waist, even her small arm wrapped all the way around his tiny form. “If you’ve satisfied me, then I’ll consider changing you back, and you can go back to the lab.”

        He sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do about. “Kay.” he whispered. He was annoyed at his new and improper way of speaking but knew better than to complain. That seemed to only get him into more trouble.

        “I’ll be watching to make sure that you are dressed appropriately.” she let him go and stood up. “So let’s go, my cute little bimbo.”

        He couldn’t handle that. “I’m not, like a fucking bimbo!”

        “Yes you are, and now you’re going to look the part.” she grasped the totem. He felt his hair grow even longer until it reached his back. His lips began to expand at the same time his tits practically busted out of the formerly loose top. His waist narrowed even further, until he had an hourglass figure, with plump ass, tiny waist, and DD cups.

        He didn’t even protest and just let it happen, staring at the floor in defeat.

        “I think, for now, I will call you… Felicity.” she giggled. “It definitely sounds like a bimbo’s name. Maybe a stripper.”

        He knew better than to argue any further. He resigned himself to doing what she wanted. She watched as he wordlessly changed out of the now ill-fitting clothes into the schoolgirl outfit. It seemed to fit him perfectly, which suggested to him that she had already planned on changing his body further. She had provided matching bra and panties as well, white ones with little hearts on the waistband. They also fit perfectly He looked down at the outfit, noting that the skirt was very short, and when he moved it barely covered his pantied crotch. He looked up at her and she grinned back.

        “Are you ready to go?” she asked, placing the totem back in her bag.

        They gathered some cleaning supplies that his maids left in his garage, and piled them in the back of her car. They got in, and she turned to chastise him. “Cross your legs, like a proper lady.” She lightly slapped his bare knee. “You’re wearing a skirt and you don’t want to show off the goods too much.”

        He crossed his legs and felt his pussy lips rub together on his clit. It was a wonderful feeling, but it also made him realize how horny he still was. Was he getting off on her dominating him? He told himself that he wasn’t, that it was just a result of his earlier fun and the novelty of the situation.

* * *

        They arrived at her apartment shortly thereafter; it wasn’t that far from his place. They rode in silence, Felix being afraid of saying anything since his vocabulary had forcibly changed to become much more vulgar and he was afraid of further angering Nadia. When they got inside, he noticed right away that it fit the image in his mind for what a young woman attending university’s apartment would look like. There were piles of clothes everywhere, discarded food wrappers and fast book bags on the counters, a sink filled with dirty dishes, the dining room table covered in clutter, and haphazardly arranged shelves were covered in a layer of dust. It looked like she never dusted, vacuumed, or did any cleaning in general.

        She saw the look on his face and taunted. “Don’t say anything. I bet yours would look just as bad if you didn’t have maids come twice a week. Some of us can’t afford that yet. But you’ll be my maid, if just for today.” she laughed and went to plop down on the couch. “Now get to it, Felicity. I don’t have all night.” He could tell by how she was sitting and rubbing her legs together that she was already quite aroused. He had done that very same thing himself on the way over.

        "Like, what am I supposed to fucking do?" he finally asked after staring at the mess for a minute or two. He wasn't sure where to even start.

        She sighed. "You seriously need more direction? You are a bimbo." She laughed. "Start a load of clothes, the undies, and whites in my room. Then clear off my counter and tables, just throw it all away, and then I need my bathroom and kitchen scrubbed. Though you are a dumb bimbo, I think you can figure it out from here?"

        Felix- despite the situation, he refused to think of himself as "Felicity", or a woman at all- got to work cleaning. He gathered up the clothes and tried to do it in big piles like he normally did, but he couldn't lift them, or even get his arms around them. It took much longer than he was used to in order to simply transport the clothes. He also couldn't really reach the clothes that were already in the dryer-she had one of those vertically stacked washer dryer combos- and had to find a step stool to use in order to even reach it. The same was true when he went to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. He had to lean all the way over at the waist so grab the clothes at the bottom. His tight outfit didn't really help his mobility either, he noticed.

        In the meantime, he put on some cleaning gloves and gathered up all the trash to take it out, and again he had problems. As hard as he pulled, he couldn't pull the bag out of the can. He resorted to dragging the can over to the dumpster and throwing it in piecemeal until he could lift it.

        When he got back inside, he saw that Nadia had gotten naked, and was smiling at him from the couch with the totem in her lap. He stared for a moment, appreciating just how gorgeous she was. He then approached, sauntering over to give her a kiss but she avoided him and leaned away.

        "Uh-uh!" She shook her head, grinning. "Not until this place sparkles!.” she sang, then added, “Get back in the kitchen, slut.”

        “Fuck you!” he snapped back, but dutifully returned to clean some more, getting a slap on the ass on his way back to the kitchen. He sighed and set about cleaning the kitchen counters, washing the dishes, before moving on to the bathroom. But before he could, Nadia came behind him and checked his work. She grabbed a paper towel and ran it over the top of the fridge and showed him the dust.

        She tsk-tsked, waving her finger. “You have to do better, Felicity. Or else I’ll leave you this way.”

        That spurred him to really clean every single surface, which required him to use the stepladder to do it. She would chastise him for not moving fast enough, and for being a dumb bimbo, which he was surprised that he didn’t mind. In fact, he realized his panties were soaked, and aside from the novelty of having a pussy in the first place, he thought that it must be from the excitement of being dominated by a strong woman.

She followed him into the bathroom and grinned while she watched his ass as he was bent over, cleaning. He scrubbed the toilet, the counter, the mirror, everything. He even got down on his knees to scrub the floor. By the time he was done, it was getting pretty late and he was exhausted. It took far longer to do anything than he was used to and he felt like he had no stamina at all in this tiny body.

“Now, can you figure out how to use a vacuum, or do I have to explain that too?” she taunted.

“You hit the switchy thing and then it sucks!” he heard himself say in his squeaky little voice, trying to sound indignant.

Once he had cleaned everything, he collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. He was covered in sweat and stains from all of his efforts. He looked up to see Nadia standing over him with an evil smile.

“You just have one more thing to do before you can change back.” she taunted, waving the totem over him. He looked up at her but didn’t say anything, but merely waited for her to pronounce his fate.

“You just have to take it from me.” She put it right in front of his face, but when he tried to snatch it, she jerked it away. “Oh, c’ mon. You’ll have to do better than that!” she giggled and danced away.

“This is super unfair!” he whined but climbed to his feet. He was exhausted, but even at full strength, he would be hard-pressed to take her on physically. She was still a bit on the short side for a woman, probably 5’4 or so, but she seemed to tower over him and was taller by at least for or five inches. He half-heartedly reached out for the totem and she spun around, her back now to him.

“If you don’t get it from me, you’ll be this way for a week or more!” she cackled. He had no choice but to try harder. He reached around her waist from behind, grabbing her wrist, but she twisted away, laughing. He managed to grab her around the waist, though and they both tumbled down into a heap. He climbed over her, reaching for the totem, but she put her hand on his generous breast and pushed him back. He couldn’t reach the totem and groaned in frustration.

Nadia’s pushing him back quickly became more of a grope, which made it even more difficult. She grinned evilly and pinched his nipples, which made him stop and moan. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

“Oh, you can’t give up that easily!” she teased. She turned from her side to her back, while he moved up to straddle her waist. He felt the heat of his pussy as it pressed down into her, leaving a bit of a wet trail on her bare skin as he slid. She held the totem away with the other hand while continuing to assault his breast. He leaned down to grab the totem, and their faces were right next to each other. He felt her hot breath on his neck, and then an instant later, they were kissing.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth while grinding his crotch into her pelvis; his hungry pussy craved stimulation. They had never really made out before, but now they were mashing their faces together with abandon, almost with an urgency. Nadia dropped the totem, leaving it forgotten on the floor behind them as they writhed around on the floor together. Their mouths only parted for a moment, long enough to allow Nadia to rip open his shirt, sending buttons flying. He pulled his shirt off, while Nadia unclasped his bra, freeing his huge round titties. They seemed to defy gravity, jutting almost straight out. His nipples were huge, and they were rock hard from all the excitement and stimulation. She reached up and pinched them, eliciting a squeal from Felix.

She pushed him onto his back, and then reached for his crotch, pulling his drenched panties aside, revealing his inflamed pussy. It was engorged with blood, and absolutely dripping wet. She spread his lips apart with one hand and shoved a finger inside him. It slid right in with no resistance. She moved to the side and gestured to the totem, and raised her eyebrows as if to ask the obvious question.

His inner conflict lasted for a fraction of a second. He closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, then shook his head.

“No? Well, maybe you’ll want to be Felix again tomorrow.” she whispered before leaning down and placing her mouth on his crotch.

He answered with a squeal of delight when her tongue slid across his engorged clit. He could be Felix later, he decided.

End

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