DADGAD

Kacie nervously fidgets in her leather desk chair. Accepting the message from "DADGAD" had become a rabbit hole very quickly. It started innocently. He asked the obvious question: "Are you making all of this up?" She assured him that she was very much not pulling his leg. She had been transformed into a girl by the Trickster. He said that he believed her, and might be able to help, but he needed to see proof. It was then that he suggested taking the conversation to Discord, a chat app that has both voice and video call capabilities. Almost as soon as she accepted his friend request, one thought went through her mind: How am I going to prove that I used to be a guy?

She bites her lip as her mouse pointer hovers over a dialog box asking her if she wants to accept DADGAD's video call. Time slows down as her disquiet gets the best of her. The few minutes it takes her to finally click "YES" feels like an eternity, but then a window opens on the screen and you see a man sitting in a desk chair in what looks like an office. He is in decent shape with small, steely blue eyes. His hair is styled in a fade with long, side-swept bangs. You can see that there is a bit of grey in both his hair and goatee, placing him around the age of forty if you have to guess.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to accept," he says in an affable voice. "Try not to be too nervous. I really do just want to help."

"Okay..." Kacie replies, squirming uncomfortably in her seat.

"Now, let's get a good look at you." He scratches at the scruffy five o'clock shadow growing on his cheek. "Do you have a lamp you can turn on? No offense, hon, but your room looks a little dark."

"Sorry, I never really used this as a guy. Give me a second."

Kacie stands up and you see a smirk on DADGAD's lips as he admires the way her boy shorts cling to her ass. She pads across the room, flips the light switch on, and then returns to her chair.

"Much better! Wow! Are you sure you used to be a guy? I'm finding it a little hard to believe right now," the man says with a wry grin, "especially after seeing you in those cute panties."

The demure girl looks away from the camera, hiding her eyes.

"This is what I woke up in." She responds as if in pain. "He gave it to me."

"That certainly explains why you're wearing a t-shirt that says HARD NIPPLES FOREVER." He chuckles. "You can see why I'd be skeptical when you show up dressed like a cam whore. It's a little distracting."

"Whatever, dude," Kacie sighs. "You said you could help me?"

"Oh, right! Sorry, like I said, very distracting." He licks his lips. "You see, I'm a part of a group of people whose lives were touched by the Trickster indirectly. None of us have ever been in possession of the book ourselves, but we've all had someone we know changed by the Trickster. For me, it was one of my favorite students from my Ancient Myths class. She was always the first one in class to answer every question—a real Teacher's Pet. Now..."

The man's gaze drifts down. His face appears flushed. One hand slips beneath his desk and his posture becomes more relaxed.

"Mm, sorry. Even seeing someone so recently changed like you, it's so... hard..." He grunts. "Do you think you could change clothes? I can't stop looking at those pierced nipples of yours poking through your tiny top..."

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Kacie growls and folds her arms over her chest. "Yeah, dude, I'll fucking change clothes. Just put your dick away before I come back!"

The man grasps his desk with both hands. His head tilts back and he starts to moan as Kacie expeditiously escapes having to watch. Her agitation is not short-lived. She reaches her closet and throws open the doors only to find that she was not the only thing that the Trickster changed. Her wardrobe has been replaced, or in some cases shrunk and butchered. She recognizes a few shirts as being similar to ones that she owned as a guy, but they look much smaller than she remembers. She opens a dresser and finds the same change has been made. Bras and panties replace her boxer briefs. Everything is smaller. Everything is meant for a feminine shape. She thinks about returning to the video call, about telling the man that she has nothing she can wear, but it seems silly to think the new options are any worse than what she is currently wearing.

She needs to decide. Should she try to put together an outfit of familiar things even if they are significantly smaller, or should she embrace her new wardrobe and wear something sensible even if it's more feminine?