Greg thrust forward both of his hands and sprayed Danny with the FEMININE spray.
Danny stumbled backwards in shock. He had no idea which canister he was sprayed with, but as soon as he began to cough, he knew one of them had affected him. The next few seconds would tell him which one.
Almost immediately, something felt wrong. For a few seconds, he could not put a finger on it, then realized that his posture had changed. He stood at 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 eyeshadow added to the eyeliner that the GOTH spray had given him. Even his spiked collar was thinner (not dainty, but not as rugged as a few seconds ago). Danny looked at the spray in Greg's hand. Sure enough, he now saw the word FEMININE written on it. Greg had just turned him into a gothic bitch. Well, he wasn't going to go any further, if Danny had anything to say about it.
Greg clapped his hands together. "That's great. Now ... time for the next step," he said, with a smile.
