Danny scowled as he submitted to Greg's desire and sprayed the unknown can right in his own face. He coughed and felt dizzy, and when he regained his balance something seemed wrong. For a few seconds he could not put a finger on it, then realized that his posture had changed. He stood the same height, but quickly noticed that was because his boots now sported two-inch heels. Danny rested a hand on his hip, feeling a wider hip and larger rear that was further pushed out by the heels. He shifted his legs and felt the formerly loose leather pants hug every inch of him.
He looked up at Greg, who smiled and pulled out a hand-held mirror. Danny gasped, the bone structure of his face was softer now, more feminine. His make up was heavier, dark purple-gray eye shadow added to the eye liner the GOTH spray gave him. Even his spiked collar was thinner, not dainty, but not as rugged as a few seconds ago. Danny looked down at the spray, sure enough he now saw the word FEMININE written on it. Greg was turning him into a subbie little goth bitch. He (she?) had to do something quick, but of course when he looked back up at Greg that determination wavered.
Greg clapped his hands together. "Time for the next step," he said with a smile.
