A week later, Kat approached Dan again. "Guess what?" she grinned. "Susan won an art contest with those pictures you did for her. She called me this morning, thrilled, and asked if we could do some more."
Dan began to back away. "Kat..." he said, "you said that that would be it if I cooperated..."
Kat grinned again. "No, I said I'd change you back, which I did. I didn't say anything about future modeling prospects. I'll give you this, you have been quite good about not annoying me this week. However, Susan is really insistent about this, and just to make it fair she's offered to pay you part of the prize money from the contest she won. Sooo...long story short, you're doing this, like it or not. And as before, if you give us any crap, you will be doing this until you're out of the house."
Dan was about to reply, but the doorbell rang. "Oh," Kat said, "here she is." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him downstairs.
Susan was waiting at the door. "Hi, Kat!" she smiled. "Hello, Dan!"
Dan mumbled a hello and Kat hustled them inside. "So, Susan," she said, "what will we be doing today?"
"Well," Susan said, "it's a lovely day out, so...I was thinking we could go down to the park and do some pixie photos. Would that work out all right?"
Kat thought for a moment. "Well," she said, "we'd have to put extra effort into being inconspicuous but...I like the idea. We'll change Dan here, though; I think a transformation in public would attract a little too much attention."
Susan smiled. "Great," she said, "I put together some miniature clothes; we'll be doing most of the shots clothed." She fished around in her purse and produced a tiny green ragged-edged miniskirt and backless belly-shirt ensemble. "I'm afraid I couldn't put together any underwear," she said. "It's just too small for me to do anything with elastic."
"No problem," Kat laughed. "I got a set of underwear for Danielle after last time; I'll just shrink it to fit. Now, Dan..."
Dan cringed as Kat made arcane gestures at him. Before he could say anything, he began to shrink rapidly, his clothes billowing around him. He stopped at about six inches tall, unclothed, with his shirt draped over him like a fallen tent. Clutching the fabric around his waist, he poked his head out just in time to see Kat make another gesture. Dan's hair became platinum blond and fell down almost to his shoulders as his face softened and rounded into a lovely girl's face. His skin softened and paled slightly; his hips widened and his shoulders narrowed as his body took on a much curvier, feminine figure. A sudden tingling passed downwards through his chest, and flesh gathered underneath his nipples, expanding into two modest-sized breasts. The tingling passed into his groin, where it remained. Dan dropped the sheet as the tingling increased, and looked downwards just in time to see himself finish becoming female. The tingling subsided, and Danielle stood there, unclothed, looking at herself in shock.
"Er, Susan," Kat asked, "what kind of wings do you want on her?"
"I was planning on the dragonfly-style wings, if that's all right with you," Susan replied. Kat nodded and made one final gesture, and four lovely, delicate dragonfly wings burst out of Danielle's shoulder blades. Danielle barely noticed as she continued to stand there shocked. She was beautiful; not as voluptuous as when Kat had made her a mermaid, but beautiful nonetheless. The breasts were noticeably smaller; still appreciable, but not so large as they had been last time. Similarily, the figure was much more girlish than womanly, more subtly curved than before, the hips not so wide and the shoulders not quite as narrow. Danielle thought about how beautiful she was, but she thought less about how attracted she would have been to herself than last time.
"Hey!" Kat snapped. "Quit gawking and get dressed!" Danielle snapped back to reality and grabbed at the bra and panties which Kat had just shrunk down to size. She fumbled with the bra for a while until Kat groaned and picked her up. As Danielle gibbered in protest, Kat held her naked body gently between her thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, put on the bra and slipped on the panties, and set her back down on the floor. "If you can't figure out how to get the rest of the clothes on," she sighed, "then we'll just photograph you in your underwear." Danielle hurriedly slipped on the skirt. The shirt took a little longer, as it had to go over her wings, but the lack of a back left her wings unhindered once it was on.
"Well," Susan said, "let's go down to the park and get started!"