<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Boobs1-540.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Feminine figure: perky C+-cup breasts,<br/>    thin waist, bubble butt, slender hands,<br/>    long nails, dainty feet, long hair.<br/>● Wearing Chloe's spare clothes.<br/>● Feeling humiliated.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The girls keep going on about the restaurant as if it is a done deal.  "Aren't you listening?" the annoyance and frustration are clearly detectable in my voice.  "I am not going anywhere like this!"  Not that they pay any more attention this time.  Chloe squats down beside me and straps a pair of lady sandals on my feet.  My feet...  They look positively tiny.  She pulls me up, urging me to walk in heels.  I shake my head in protest, causing a cascade of hair to swirl around my shoulders.  Contrary to what she had said, the magic is still active, still changing me.<br/><br/>I take a step back to the couch, and immediately lose my balance and collapse back on it.  I try to fold my arms in front of my chest in defiance, except that there's a pair of breasts in the way.  Annoying!  Chloe complains that she's stuck with the candy stripper outfit and I let out a short mirthless laugh.  "I wish I had your problems.  And stop calling me Emmy!  It is not my fucking name!"  I immediately regret my outburst.  "I'm sorry Chlo," I sigh, "I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just that this is so... frustrating!"<br/><br/>Circe shoves her phone in front of my face, with pictures of babes on the screen.  Is she trying to distract me?  Still, they look good.  "Nice ones," I nod, "especially the one in the white dress..." I clamp my mouth shut.  What the hell is wrong with my voice?!  Not only it sounds feminine but also... sensual?  Crap!  Just what I needed!<br/><br/>Something red flickers at the edge of my vision and I look up to see Circe clad in a pretty minimal red dress that leaves little to the imagination.  Her too?  Why couldn't my changes be confined to my clothing?  They were at the beginning, but then things went horribly wrong for some reason...  Circe's voice draws my attention, but what she is saying makes little sense.  The book wanting me to go to the restaurant as a girl?  Why?  For what purpose?  But at this point, what do I have to lose?  If she's right, I get a nice pizza and then switch back; and if she's wrong, I still get a nice pizza and continue to search for a way to undo it.  But if it makes things worse... I'll fucking kill her!<br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Alright," I sigh, mentally cursing my contralto.  "I'll go to the restaurant with you, as Emmy or whatever girly name you want to call me.  But it better..." I suddenly feel my clothes shift and look down to see white satin.  "What..." I spring up from the couch.  A mirror...  I need a mirror...  Chloe had a full length one, where was it?  Ah, on the coat closet's door at the entrance.  I sprint there and almost get floored by my reflection.  The woman from Circe's picture stares back at me from the mirror.  Red-headed, statuesque, drop-dead gorgeous...  Wearing the same form-fitting white dress that accentuates her... <em>my</em> curves, all the way down to a conspicuous lack of bulge...  I resist the urge to touch.  Whatever I now have down there, it is not the part that I am used to, and I don't want to deal with it right now, although I probably would have to at some point, if the premise that girls need more frequent bathroom breaks is true.  But this is a problem for later, for now I should just try to ignore it...<br/><br/>Which Circe makes more difficult than it should be by stepping up to me from behind and whispering in my ear about orgasms.  "Shut up!" I blush, turning away from the mirror and from her, trying to conceal the fact that my nipples just got more prominent under the dress and ignore the funny feeling between my legs that is somewhat similar to, yet also different from, a budding erection.  "Let's just go and get this over with," I open the door and walk down the steps to street level, and only when standing on the sidewalk I realize that I have run to the door, then walked down the steps, in heels, without so much as a stumble.</span><br/>