As he closed his fist on the stone, he felt like his whole body had been launched through the air with incredible force.
Jeff opened his eyes and his jaw dropped in shock. The old man wasn't crazy after all! He was staring at a completely different location. From the looks of things, he was staring at some sort of dance studio? There was a large wall with a mirror on it, while the rest were a darker wood. His fascination with the change of scenery quickly ended, however, when he suddenly had a hand snapping in his face.
"Miss Hudson focus please." An older woman said as she walked past Jeff.
Jeff turned to his right to see a fit woman of about 50 walk by him. She had curly blonde but graying hair tied in a tight bun, and her slim figure was in a leotard. As she walked by, he noticed on either side of him were little girls in tutus, no older than around five, of varying ethnicities.
"Wait." He thought. "She called me "miss" Hudson? Oh shit, if that thing worked, then..." He thought, looking down in horror.
There he was, standing in a row of 5 year old girls, wearing nothing but an oversized pink tutu. It had somehow been in his size, but also clung to his body perfectly. From what he could see through the leggings he also now wore, his legs were completely shaven. He turned back towards the mirror, his face turning beat red with humiliation, and what greeted him shocked him even more.
Staring back at him, following his every move, was a five year old black girl. She wore a cute, identical tutu, and had a little curly afro topped with a pink bow. Jeff made eye contact with the girl in the mirror, and she also had the same expression of horror. He reached up towards his head, and she did the same. His hand felt that his hair was indeed styled the same way, even with the same texture as her and a bow to match.
In every physical way he was still a man, but the whole world saw him as what he saw in the mirror, a little girl.
"Now, repeat after me girls!" The older instructor said as she began to lift her leg high into the air.
Jeff just wanted to yell and explain that he didn't belong here, but as the magic was obviously real the old hag would probably just think he was a panicking 5 year old. Just then, every other girl in line began to lift there legs, and Jeff decided it'd be in his best interest to at least try to follow.
Much to his surprise, and embarrassment, he was some how able to lift his leg just as well as they could. The only problem was he clearly looked ridiculous doing so. He felt his dick stuffed into the leotard making an awkward shape at the instructor, and he felt the tutu hit against his slightly flabby stomach. Worse yet, the mirror stared back at him as if nothing was wrong, and no man was there.
This session went on for several hours, all the while Jeff had to do increasingly excessive poses alongside the girls. His embarrassment eventually went down, but at that point he was just exhausted. Finally, the instructor clapped her hands and smiled.
"Okay girls, that's enough for today." She proudly proclaimed. "We'll start again in a few days. Now, everyone go downstairs, your mommy's are all waiting for you."
All the little girls ran off towards the staircase, giggling and laughing, while Jeff followed in frustration. His tutu continued to lift up slightly, and he felt completely foolish in the tight leggings as he walked down the stairs.
"Shit, what am I gonna do?" He thought with an audible sigh. "At the very least I have the rest of the day in this life, and at worse I may be in it all week!"
As he made it to the end, a large black woman quickly waddled over to him and gave him a big squeeze.
"OOOO, how'd my princess Jane enjoy her ballet class? Did my lil' pumpkin show all these kids who's boss?" She proudly asked, giving Jeff a pinch on the cheek.
"Ugh, this is gonna feel like eternity." Jeff thought with a groan, while giving his "mother" a fake smile.