Jon was apprehensive. He didn't know what direction Gary was going to take him, nor how extreme.
"Let's see..." said Gary. "Let's make you shorter. How about 5'2"?"
Jon quickly lost four inches. He could feel the difference immediately. Shrinking to 5'6" was odd but now he felt tiny. His clothes hung off him even more now.
"Hey!" he exclaimed.
Gary laughed, "I think your body should be sexier, too. You're in senior year. Shapely legs, tan legs, and an ass to match your chest!"
Jon felt the changes as Gary spoke. It felt like his whole body tightened and smoothed a little bit. Most noticeably was the foreign sensation of his large backside. He turned to look back. He was still wearing his old clothes, but from what he could tell it was huge. Certainly not in an unattractive way. He couldn't deny it looked sexy, as per Gary's command.
Although it seemed as though Gary was just getting started, Jon already felt ridiculous. Everything about his physical existence now felt alien to him. He didn't feel attractive -- still owning his male mind, all the new sensations just felt odd. But looking at his body, he knew he was hot.
"So you're just turning me into some kind of sex object?"
"Jon!" Gary said in mock surprise. "Just because you're an attractive lady doesn't make you an object."
Ugh. Lady. Jon found it weird to be called a lady, weirder still because it was true. And with each change making him more and more attractive, he felt a bit objectified. But, he had agreed to this, to try out being a girl. He hadn't counted on the nature of his changes, but he reasoned that it would probably be enlightening to experience how a pretty young lady navigates society.
"You look good as a girl, Catherine." Gary said. "But your face looks too much like Jon. Prettier face; pouty lips, cute nose, full cheeks, everything. And some makeup to make you look even hotter!"
Jon felt a tingling sensation as his face restructured itself, and a subtle, slightly sticky weight all over his face as makeup was applied. Gary gawked.
"Wow, you look hot!" he blurted.
"Well you just made me this way!" Jon retorted. He could taste the lipstick on his lips as he spoke, and the weight of the mascara as he blinked.
"Quit complaining!" Gary smiled. "I'm nowhere near done yet."
Jon couldn't see what else could be changed, but was nevertheless unsurprised. "I'm not sure what else there is."
"Well, look at what you're wearing!"
Jon rolled his eyes, "Get it over with, then. These clothes are way too big and uncomfortable on me, now that you made me so short."
"Hmmm... something sexy, something tight, something with plenty of cleavage. A pushup bra underneath, and a short skirt to show off those legs. And some sexy high heels, to give you some of that height back!"
Jon gasped as he felt fabric tighten around his body. His breasts were pushed up and together, and he felt the cool air all over his skin as the skimpy clothes materialized: a tight white top that showed plenty of cleavage and a tight blue miniskirt. Finally, his heels were forced up into the air as he feet were held into tip-toe positions in a pair of tall, stiletto heels.
Jon stumbled as he lost his balance on the heels, catching himself on the couch. He could feel the sexy ensemble cling to his sexy little body as he moved; especially the skirt hugging his ass.
"What the hell, Gary?" Jon exclaimed.
"You definitely look hot now." Gary leered.
"I can't walk in these!" Jon said, gesturing to his heels.
"Hey, you were the one complaining about your height! I fixed that for you."
"That's not what I meant," Jon couldn't help smile, despite himself. He felt exposed, his dignity violated, but he couldn't deny Gary's sense of humor. Besides, he knew what he was getting himself into. And, while he wouldn't admit it to himself, this was kind of fun, in a perverted way.
"Let me help you with your balance," Gary offered. "Perfect balance in heels... in fact, only ever wears heels! Always walks on them with a sexy sway of the hips, showing off those ass and tits!"
Jon pushed himself back upright, "Can you even do that?" Despite his feet being angled in those heels forced onto tip-toes being an entirely foreign one to Jon, he stood perfectly balanced on the stilettos. His brain consciously felt like something was wrong, that he shouldn't be able to stand so easily, but his subconscious kept him as sure-footed as ever.
"Evidently I can," said Gary.
"'Only ever wears heels'?" Jon asked. "What's wrong with you? Was that necessary? What does that even mean?" Jon worried, thinking about how the magic would find a way to fulfill that criteria.
"Guess we'll find out," Gary replied. "Let me see the walk!"
Jon didn't want to dignify Gary's perversion, nor did he want to find out how humiliatingly the magic was going to make him walk. But he knew it would happen sooner rather than later.
Apprehensively, he took a step. As he did so, his posture straightened, pushing his bust out and his ass back, on display, and he placed one foot in front of the other swaying his hip out to the side. He took a few more steps, his ass swaying seductively behind him as he strutted like a woman trying to get laid. All the while, he could hear his shoes click-clacking on the hardwood floor. It was humiliating and emasculating but, try as he might, he could not stop himself from moving that way, wiggling his ass and showing off his assets. It felt as if he simply knew no other way to move.
He quickly stopped, "What the hell! That is... so... so... I can't describe it."
Gary's eyes were transfixed on Jon's ass, but he quickly looked up as Jon turned around. "Thanks for the show."
"You know damn well I can't do anything about it. Just like my new name."
"Hey, this is a once-in-a-lifetime -- heck, once-in-an-eternity experience that you get to have here!"
"A once-in-an-eternity show for you, more like. And it's a magic ID card, it didn't have to be this way, this body!"
"Yeah," Gary smiled, "But I'm in control of the card."
"The way you're going, I'm not likely to stay like this the full two weeks!"
"I bet I could find a way to force you to. With the card. But a deal is a deal."
"You're lucky I trust you."
"You're lucky I'm a trustworthy guy."
"Hardly. I bet you're not even done."
"No I'm not!" Gary laughed. "I enjoyed that show, thank you very much. Let's see some more -- you always stand in a sexy pose, too. Always holding yourself in a girly, flirty way showing off those assets!"
Jon gaped at Gary, but even as he did so he felt his stance shifting, his high-heeled feet coming together and his knee bending girlishly as he dropped his hip. He felt his back straighten as it did when he walked, presenting his impressive cleavage to Gary. His elbows bent by his side, his hands held daintily in the air. Desperately, he tried to change his stance, but he just found himself shifting into another sexy pose. He couldn't even think of a way to stand that wouldn't be seductive.
He focused more closely, trying specifically not to arch his back, but he could only make little progress before his body naturally moved back. It was like an extreme version of a sloucher trying to straighten their back only to go right back to slouching as soon as they weren't thinking about it anymore -- but the opposite, and way worse.
He tried focusing on his hips, but no matter which way he tried to moved them they always ended up in a sexy position.
Jon realized that Gary's change only applied to his standing position. Quickly, he pranced back to the couch, hips swaying seductively behind him, and sat down. He found he was able to move like himself here, and spread out comfortably.
"Oh no you don't!" said Gary. "You always sit like a lady, too. Same when lying down"
Jon groaned as he sat up straight and crossed his legs, placing his hands delicately in his lap. He didn't bother to fight it.
"This is so emasculating," Jon complained.
"Of course it is!" Gary laughed. "It's meant to be! You're a girl."
"More like a caricature of a girl. It's not even like my body is moving against my will, more like my will has changed and I can't even think to stand normally."
"Let's do the same with your speech!"
"What? No!" Jon exclaimed.
"Talk like a valley girl; ditzy, girly, a bit seductive. Have a higher, more sing-song voice."
"Like, how..." Jon began, before hearing his own words. He hadn't meant to say 'like'! He tried again, "Like, how... like... ugh, like, testing? Like, helloooo?" Jon cringed. His voice was noticeably higher now, and his words came out all silly-sounding, as if every sentence was a question. He sounded like a airhead. "Like, this is totally mean?"
Gary was bent over laughing. He wiped a tear from his eye, "This is too good. I know it's you Jon, but I'm seeing and hearing someone completely unlike you!"
"Well yaaa?" Jon whined. "Like, how do you think I feel?" It was the same phenomenon as when Jon tried to say his name but all would come out was Catherine. He was trying to form words in an intelligent sentence, trying to lower the pitch of his voice, but all he could manage was talking like an exaggerated valley girl. "Nobody, like, talks like this!"
Gary was just about finished laughing. "Hey, it's part of the experience! Trust me, it's not that bad. I'm sure it feels worse because that's not how you normally talk but trust me, you sound like plenty of girls I know."
Jon considered that -- Gary was probably right, to be honest. But it sure felt exaggerated to himself, because he could only talk in this way he never had before. He wouldn't admit it though.
"Yeah right," he tried to growl angrily, but it came out sounding cutesy. "What next?"
"Well, let's accessorize!" Gary said. "A hot high school senior like you has got to stay in fashion. You're wearing your hair in a casual but pretty ponytail style. You have those sexy-looking long nails, colored pink. It's getting sunnier out, so you're wearing some fashionable girly sunglasses. You have one of those big, expensive, girly handbags to carry all the accessories a girl needs -- makeup, beauty products, perfume, a lady's wallet, et cetera. I'll even treat you to a new iPhone."
"Thanks," Jon rolled his eyes sarcastically, as Gary's changes manifested themselves. A handbag materialized on the couch next to him, and somehow he new that it was a Louis Vuitton. "Like, are you done?"
"Let's see... we should set out what your life is like. We've made you a high school senior already... you should be one of the most popular and feminine girls in the school. You're a social butterfly who always dresses to impress. Your whole wardrobe is full of sexy clothing; revealing tops, short skirts and dresses, I'll let you wear short shorts. Your underwear is all equally sexy, and as I said you only wear high heels.
"You always wear plenty of makeup, and you can't go anywhere without looking your best. You wake up very early just to get ready for school, with your hair, makeup, and accessories. Throughout the day, you always check on your makeup to keep it looking perfect. You always carry a handbag or purse with you. You own plenty of earrings, necklaces, and bracelets.
"You always wear long nails and frequently visit the salon to get new styles. You love to shop, from makeup to clothes to accessories. You often treat yourself to a professional makeover, even though you're practically a pro yourself.
"You're a bit of a social media addict, always posting sexy selfies and suggestive photos, and you feel validated by the number of likes you get. In fact, you seek validation. You love getting compliments, it makes you feel feminine; you are anxious to please and nervous to disappoint. But you still act like the popular bitch, especially to those socially 'below' you. Not me though!
"You go out of your way to act girly and sexy all the time. You can’t help but show off your body. Your mannerisms are all girly, not just the way you walk, sit, and stand, but the way you move too; like how you move your hands when you talk. Even with your face you can't help but make sexy expressions."
Jon was speechless as Gary made his changes. All he could think was that he'd really gone all-in, and Jon was in for a hell of a time. All these changes were crazy!
"Last of all -- this will be fun to watch," Gary said mischievously. "Over the first few days, you will slowly become attracted to guys instead of girls!"
"Like, no way!" Jon said.
Gary laughed, "Enjoy your body while you can, bud. I know you find yourself sexy now but soon you'll have eyes for guys!"
Jon narrowed his eyes, "This is, like, totally because you want to fuck me!" Woah! He did not mean to sound so seductive when he said that.
"To be honest Catherine," Gary said. "As hot as you look, I'm not sure if I'd want to have sex with you, knowing you're Jon and a guy."
"Gee, thanks," Jon said, although secretly the denial stung him. He was still attracted to girls, but due to Gary's changes he felt ashamed that he wasn't 'good' enough somehow.
"Who knows? I might change my mind," Gary winked. "Now go on, let's see how those changes have worked! Give us a twirl!"
Begrudgingly, Jon stood up. He wondered how even that simple act he'd performed so sexily. He spun on his high heels, keeping his balance, before striking a sexy pose for Gary.
Name: Catherine Gibson
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Hair Color/Length: Blonde/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 lbs
Body Type: Sexy
Face: Pretty, cute
Cup Size: D
Social status: Popular
Voice: High, sing-song
Speech: Girly, valley girl
Mannerisms: Sexy, girly
Clothes: Only wears sexy, revealing clothes. Only wears high heels. Always carries a handbag.
Makeup: Always wears full makeup. Frequently primps.
Nails: Always wears long nails
Habits: Often visits nail salons. Often gets a makeover.
Interests: Makeup. Clothes. Shopping. Social media.
Traits: Goes out of the way to act girly and sexy. Slowly becoming attracting to boys.
