Ryan looked at his clothes.
They werent his anymore, replaced with heels, tights, panties, a bra, black satin blouse and grey feminine pencil skirt.
Ryan dressed and picked up his handbag, pausing to admire the beautiful female form that stared back at him from the mirror.
Instinctively, he reached into his handbag and began applying lipstick.
He quickly left and went to the carpark, walking quickly, amazed at how natural he felt in heels, loving the sensation of his butt wiggling and his big firm boobies bouncing.
He got into Deborahs sporty little car and found himself stepping through the door of her house only minutes later.
He admired her beautiful lounge, kitchen and plush bathroom and went upstairs.
The first door led to her daughter Claire's room. Pink and girly with boyband posters on the wall and stuffed toys on the bed.
'Wow, cute!' said Ryan as he looked at a picture of mum and daughter on the bedside locker.
She was around 16 and really pretty.
Ryan considered whether being a 16 year old girl would be more fun than being a 37 year old woman as he left the room and entered Deborah's stylish feminine bedroom.