Andrew was magically compelled to wear the clothes

Andrew opened up the folded clothes and was shocked at what he saw. In his hands was a black dress, panties and a pair of black heels. Of course the woman had mistaken him for a woman in the short time they saw each other and now expected him to wear what she gave him. There was no way he would do something like that. The accident in the salon was one thing but he was not going to willingly put on a dress no matter how embarrassed he was. He decided he would just explain that he was a man and would like some pants. He was about to do just that when he heard the woman speak.

“Everything alright? Would you like me to get you something else to wear?” She asked.

“No, everything is fine. These are lovely, thank you,” he heard himself say in a soft, breathy voice.

His eyes widened and his hand clasped his throat. The girly sound he could explain by the fumes from earlier but there was no explanation for what he had just said. There was absolutely no logical reason he would say any of what he just did. Andrew threw the garment down in anger and frustration and growled an unintentionally sexy growl.

“Damn it, Damn it, Damn it,” Andrew cursed.

He looked at the dress on the floor with a sense of dread growing in him. To put that on was just one more bullet in the chamber and his masculinity was the target. Along with the dread, he felt discomfort at seeing the dress on the floor. He did his best to ignore it and try to think of some way out.

He tried to speak up and say that he changed his mind about the clothes but he couldn't get anything out. All the while his eyes darted back to the garment on the ground. Eventually it became too strong and he had to pick it back up and was relieved to find that it didn't wrinkle because of his tantrum. Andrew looked at himself in the stall mirror mirror before lifting the black dress and saw the confusion on his own face. He slipped the dress over his head, fitting his arms through the sleeves, settling the fabric down his body, and then stepped into the matching black heels.

Once on, Andrew turned back to the mirror and instead of frowning, he smiled. He twisted and turned, loving the feel of the fabric hug his smooth skin. The skirt tickled his thighs as the hem grazed his long legs. The top of the dress exposed his bare shoulders and was made to support a woman's chest without a bra. On him, it hid the fact he didn't have breast really well. His reflection was that of gorgeous woman and one that knew that fact. The dress looked amazing on him and he was sure Brian was going to love it.

“What?” Andrew said to his own thoughts.

His pretty face turned to a grimace as he realized what he just did. He was supposed to be thinking of a way out of this, not embrace it. The image in the mirror was still that of a beautiful women but now she was clearly in a lot of distress.