Lindsay invited me to her apartment. When I entered to the hall I was struck how classy everything looked. Her flat wasn't emanating with luxury but it wasn't a shithole either. I mean, her place wasn't something I expected to see when thinking about a prostitute's flat. Maybe it was because of the 'elite' in my job description, I couldn't know. I would ponder more but Lindsay interrupted my train of thoughts.
"Feel free to take your shoes off and generally please feel like home. You will be visiting me quite often in the next few weeks."
She took her high heels off and I once again I became the taller one. I felt a sinking feeling in my gut as I realized that was soon going to change and that by the noon I might be the one looking up at her.
I took my shoes off as Lindsay asked. I didn't even have to untie them as they put no resistance as I slid my smaller feet out of them.
"Why don't you watch some TV in the living room when I make us some tea. Or maybe coffee?"
"I'll have tea please." I hated coffee.
"Ok. I'll be back with you in about ten minutes. I just need to fill a few documents as well."
She showed me the way to the living room and then left to the kitchen. The room was quite spacious, with a large flatscreen TV on the wall in front of the door and a sofa in front of it. There was also a small glass tea table in between the sofa and the TV.
I took a remote, turned the TV on and sat of the sofa stretching my legs putting them on the tea table. There wasn't anything particularly interesting on. It's quite hard to find something interesting knowing about some people slowly, remotely transforming your body... Nevertheless for few minutes I skipped form a channel to another channel, just trying not to think what was happening to me.
Some infomercial channel showed on the screen when I realized I feel something strange in my chest. I looked down. There were two tiny points on my otherwise flat t-shirt in the places where my nipples should be. I took my right hand off the remote and slowly felt one of the points through the fabric of the shirt. First of all I was glad that I couldn't feel any sign of a breast growth; it was just a nipple. It shocked me as dramatically different from the fully male one I was used to. The areolae were at least 3 inches in diameter and extremely puffy making them small cones. On top of them there were the nipples themselves: now the size of the tip of my pinky as opposed to my previous almost non-existent male ones. I was also surprised by them being so sensitive. It might have been because of the early stage of my transformation but touching them didn't stimulate me sexually at all. Maybe the women in those porn movies I watched made everything up, or maybe they (nipples) still had to change more... I couldn't possibly know.
As I kept looking down at myself stretched on the sofa I noticed one more thing which irritated me immensely. It seemed that my feet shrunk even more. Now not only my shoes didn't fit me but also my socks. My ELASTIC socks which are supposed to be smaller anyway! Now, that was just ridiculous! I knew I was supposed to get smaller but I wasn't supposed to become a freakin pixie, was I?
I took the socks off and looked at my feet. They were petite, soft and... cute. They looked almost exactly like my 12-year-old cousin's feet. Hell, I bet I could even fit into her ballet shoes!
"I don't think you will ever need this." I heard Lindsay's voice and realized that the woman in the infomercial was encouraging the viewers to 'improve their cleavage' with 'this new patented bra inserts system'.
I turned my head to Lindsay just to see a slightly surprised expression on her face.
"Oh, I guess we know now at least one of the extra changes..." she said and then added seeing confusion on my face "Let me just get a mirror!"
She run out of the room and a few seconds later came back with a small pocket mirror. I stood up. My bare feet on the carpet; I never thought one can feel the texture of something so well just with their feet. Apparently my feet really were as delicate as they looked. Also I must have shrunk in height even more, I guessed 2 inches, as the sofa seemed bigger and my pants length was even more out of place. Surprisingly they fit better as far as their width was concerned; they stopped falling down. I felt glad for that as I didn't know was that it was a harbinger of other unwanted changes to come...
"Check your face." Lindsay gave me the mirror "Is there anything out of place?"
I scanned the reflection in the mirror. My face... It was almost the same as yesterday and the day before but softer and rounder. It also looked pale. Not in a unhealthy way though, more like an alabaster-like complexion of a milky white skin... I thought that I was pale simply because of my anxiety and I didn't understand where was that extra change Lindsay mentioned. Isn't it normal... for a guy becoming a girl... to have his facial features softer?...
And then I noticed something odd...
