"What the hell?!" Nick exclaimed. He had been sitting at his computer, browsing Facebook when it happened. One minute he was a normal teenage boy, the next he was something else entirely. He leaped to his feet and ran to the mirror.
He didn't need the reflection to tell him that he had changed. The way his body moved, his centre of gravity, everything was different. The mirror confirmed it. There, staring back at him, was something bizarre. His face was exactly the same, which, he guessed, he should have been happy with. It looked very weird, though, to have a teenage boy's face, patchy stubble and all, on the body of an extremely sexy school-girl's body.
Well, to call the body a school-girl's would have been an exaggeration. It was more like the body of some hot chick in her mid-twenties who had dressed up for a sexy Halloween party. On his now-tiny-feet were a pair of shiny black Mary-Jane pumps. His legs were encased, at least up until mid-thigh, in a pair of white stockings. The green tartan skirt that was around his waist was so short that when he turned around (which he did) he could see a hint of the white panties underneath.
Nick's huge breasts were held tightly into a white blouse that had foregone the use of buttons for a nice knot that showed so much cleavage that if he had still owned a penis, he would have gotten hard. Above his head was long blonde hair, tied in pigtails.
"What the hell?!" he exclaimed again, noticing now that his voice had changed into a bubbly girl's voice.
As he felt panic rise up within, the door flung open, revealing his father. Relief washed over him; if anyone would know what to do, it would be his daddy.
"Oh, daddy!" Nick giggled as he pranced over to his father, placing his now dainty hands on his dad's chest, "Something weird has, like, totally happened! I just don't know what to do!"
"Nick!" said the older man, "Oh my God, Nick. How... when..."
"I don't know, daddy-kins," Nick answered, "but I do know that I'm glad that a big stwong man wike you is here to take care of widdle ole me!"
Nick felt so safe around his dad. The old man was, after all, a strapping big man, one who had always cared for the needs of his family. But it wasn't only safety that he felt. No, it was something more as well. Nick wished that he could concentrate and figure it out; if only his panties weren't so wet, he was sure he would be able to put his finger on it.
"Daddy," Nick whined, sliding his hands down his father's front, resting them on the round belt buckle that held his jeans up, "Can you help me?"
"I'm not sure if I know how to turn you back, son," replied the desperate father.
"No, not with that, silly," Nick giggled again, "with this!" Nick pulled his father by the belt in for a long, deep kiss.
Before Nick got what he wanted, however...
