"Okay, Dad, what about this?" Trevor asked, after leaving the bedroom. Wait a minute. Did he just call his neighbor "Dad"? It must have been just a slip of the tongue. He obviously meant "Davis".
"Much better, pumpkin." Trevor didn't even flinch at the name "pumpkin" this time.
Finally, Trevor thought. Now I can get out of here and go to my party. He paused. Wait, what did he just think?
"But I don't think those shoes match. Where did you get those anyway?" Davis asked him.
Trevor looked down and was suddenly confused himself. Where did he get those shoes? They didn't look anything like the pairs he had in his closet. Hold on a moment. Pairs? Why did he think he had more than just these? What was happening to him?
Without being asked to, Trevor turned around and headed back into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Then he took off his shoes and socks, before pulling out a pair of 3-inch open-toe heels from the closet. He didn't even pause when he noticed that his feet were daintier and that his toenails were covered with pink varnish. He didn't even think it was strange that he was willingly putting on a pair of girl's heels. He just did it all in stride, as if he had been doing it for years, even though this was obviously the first time.
After he slipped on the heels, he made his way back out to the hallway. By now, his age had reached 19 years old and his body had gone through some noticeable changes (although not noticeable to him, apparently, or anyone else, for that matter). His hips had widened, his waist had narrowed, his height and weight had reduced, his butt had become plumper, and his shoulders and limbs were smaller and much more feminine. He had become very curvy. But all of this went unnoticed, as did the changes to his face and also his hair, which was longer now, down to his shoulders. He was slowly becoming a teenage girl, both physically and mentally.
Trevor opened the door and walked out into the hall. "How about now, Daddy?" he asked Davis.
