that your pants have vanished, replaced instead by a pair a sheer panty hose. Your legs have changed too, now there’s hairless, smooth and a hell of a lot sleeker. They too, like your arms, look like they belong to woman and not yourself. By now the novelty of the changes has somewhat worn off and itself mutated into complete terror.
A thousand things are racing through your mind at once, everything under the sun that could be imaged is pounding in your head. You look over at the girl, she smiles, and points to the bed.
“Your clothes are over there on the bed. Come on hurry up, Daddy wasn’t happy last time you were late.”
You look over and see there is a short black dress and some heels on the bed.