Transformation and Mind Control

John removed his clothes and stacked them on the fitting room chair. He hadn't thought he would go this far. Almost instinctively his body donned the lingerie. The panties squashed his manhood within moments shrinking to womanhood. Once the bra clasp was hooked his chest expanded to fill the cup. His masculinity was already melting off of him; his skin softening and body hair retracting.

His hair lengthened to past his shoulders. His slender hands picked up the two pencils and tied his hair into a no nonsense bun with the two pencils holding it in place.

Already his body was fully female. Putting on hisskirt and buttoning up his blouse took almost no time. Magically his costume formed make up and his hairless legs were clad in silky pantyhose.

Looking into the mirror John hardly recognized himself.

"I'm so sexy," she said in a seductive voice. Placing the glasses on for the finishing touch sealed the effect.

"I can't wait to get to work," she said.

Wait, John thought, I didn't say that.