Break 1

Leila accepted the heels from Andrea. She didn't think she'd even worn heels like this before, "Like why do you even own these? Totz impractical."

"They make my butt look good, obviously." Andrea replied, "Just try them on."

Leila did and tentatively took a step. She didn't feel exactly steady, but she didn't fall either. She thanked Andrea and then looked at Miles, "Like, let's go. Plz?"

"Sure Princess," Miles stood up and clapped his hands together, "Well folks I wish I could say this has been fun...but uh...love the new apartment Andie. See you all tomorrow I 'pose."

"Bye Miles, thanks for coming." Andrea said, trying to be a polite hostess.

Miles glanced at David, "Uh dude...ette? You want a ride too? I can drop you off after Leila or..."

David shook his head, "N-no. You two go ahead."

"Alright, bye then." Miles didn't push the issue. Leila followed Miles out of the apartment and downstairs to his car.

"I still can't believe, like, you get a big dick and I get this friggin belt." She complained.

"Well I can take it off you if you want."

"Fuck off," Leila said, a little harsher than she meant. She knew Miles was just teasing but the belt seemed to be making her hornier and hornier and it got to her more than usual, "I'm sorry, I'm just...I don't know how to deal."

Miles adopted a serious tone for once, "I know. I just don't know what to do except make jokes. For real though, whatever you need. I'm your friend. I'll cover for you if you want to call in sick tomorrow."

Leila shook her head, "I appreciate the offer but I can't hide forever...I'll be fine. Just take me home."

They drove in silence. Leila was too distracted by her own predicament to say anything, and she didn't want to lead him on by discussing the belt. When they'd first started working together Miles had flirted with her a little bit, but when she didn't reciprocate he backed off and made an effort to befriend her instead. She never felt like this was some kind of ulterior motive, that was just the kind of guy he was. Still it didn't feel right to tease him knowing he'd once haboured a crush on her.

He dropped her off at her apartment and she went inside. Of course she tried in earnest to remove the belt herself, but quickly gave up. She took a cold shower and went to bed, very unsatisfied.

After Miles and Leila had left Camille stood up too, "Well mes amis...à demain. I have to run to catch my train." The other 3 waved goodbye and she quickly departed.

Silence fell. After a rather long time Daria coughed, "Um...David...I..."

"Y-yes?" David asked, sounding uncertain because of his new voice.

"W-who should I give head to tomorrow?"

"What? Why are you asking...oh. That's major...huh."

She nodded, "I just can't decide. I could just leave it to fate and go about my day until I encounter someone, but not deciding is a decision too. I feel like I need your input."

"Well...what do you want me to say?"

Daria shook her head, "I don't know, or can't say. I don't know. I just need YOU to decide."

Andrea intervened, "Well Daria...what do you think about going down on a woman?"

"It's...unnatural..." She said slowly.

Andrea nodded, "And giving a blowjob? To a stranger?"

"Disgusting." She said immediately.

"Well what's better? Unnatural or disgusting?" Andrea ventured. "You can stay here if you want. With me."

Daria froze, then slowly looked at David, "David...can I stay here?" She didn't feel like she could express her opinion to David, but she was able to phrase her question in such a way to let him know what she wanted him to say.

David nodded, "Yes. You can."

Daria gulped and looked at Andrea.

Andrea suddenly swore, "Oh shit. Sorry. David. I was going to offer to let you stay here. Since. You know. But..."

David shook his head, "No, that's ok. I...I want to be alone. But...could I borrow some clothes? These don't really fit anymore."

"Yes! I'm going to make you look so cu-I mean...I'm sure I can find something. I'll give you some extras for tomorrow...though maybe we can go shopping after work?" Andrea said slyly.

"Uh...sure..." David said, not sounding very convinced.

Camilla smoothed her skirt down for the 5th time since arriving at work. It felt very unnatural for her. When she was a little girl back in Montreal her mother always insisted she wear dresses, almost exclusively. As she grew older and began to rebel a little, those were the firsts things to go. Even now as an adult she almost never wore skirts. At work she always dressed professionally, which for her meant slacks and a nice dress shirt, and at home she wore jeans or leggings mostly.

But now she was wearing a skirt. Not just a skirt, but thigh high stockings too. She'd actually stopped at a store on her way here to buy both the skirt and the stockings. She hadn't owned anything appropriate and the skirt Andrea leant her wasn't just too informal, it was also ill-fitting.

Unfortunately the number of stores open first thing in the morning was limited, and therefore her options were limited too. She certainly wouldn't have picked to wear a skirt this short. And her coworkers were noticing.

"Whoa Madame Rousseau, love your outfit. Sexy!" James called to her as he walked in.

She glared at him in response.

James occupied a unique position at the gallery. Camille was the gallery's curator. She not only selected the pieces that would be displayed, she also oversaw the staff that maintained the gallery. Staff like James. Except James's father was the gallery owner. She had to use a light touch with him. Thankfully he was actually a hard worker and he took great care with the artwork. It was his mouth that got him in trouble, and she felt like she could do very little about it.

James ignored her stare and continued past into the other room. She shook it off and got on with her day. She'd have to run out at lunch and buy some longer skirts though.

Leila believed in doing her part for the environment. That's why even though she owned a car, electric of course, she usually took public transit to work. Today however, the prospect of being sexually harassed on the metro was enough to get her into the drivers seat.

After an uneventful commute she was in the elevator in the parking garage of her office building. She pushed the button for her floor and prayed she would ride it alone. Unfortunately that was not the case. Seconds before the doors shut a bag slid between them, causing hem to open again. A man stepped in and pressed a button and the doors finally closed.

"Hi." He said politely.

"Hi." She said, less so.

He glanced down at her, "Nice ass."

She ignored him.

She slapped her ass gently, "Real nice." He said again.

She tried to ignore him again.

His hand went back to her ass, just gently holding it, but still she couldn't take it anymore. She slapped his hand away.

"Excuse you!" He roared, "What the hell was that for?"

"Don't touch me!" She protested.

"There's nothing wrong with what I did!" He complained.

Thankfully at that moment the doors opened and Leila shot out, glad to be away from him. She managed to make it to her desk without any further harassment.

It was several hours later when her boss knocked on her door and stuck his head in, "Hey sugar tits, got a minute? Bill has what I believe is a very bad idea and I want you to talk him out of it."

She frowned at being called sugar tits, but she figured she wouldn't get anywhere complaining about it. She stood up, "Yes, I have time." She had an idea of what Bill's bad idea was. Bill was full of bad ideas. Or rather, full of ideas that would save the company money at the cost of the environment. As the Environmental Risk Assessment Officer it was her job to stop those ideas from becoming reality. Of course she was never allowed to use 'it's the right thing to do' as her justification. In her opinion Australia's laws weren't strict enough, but at least she could point to them to stop the worst of Bill's ideas.

Her boss waved for her to go ahead and she started walking, only to immediately be slapped on the ass by him. She stopped and took a second to compose herself, but kept going. She knew it wouldn't do any good.

The impromptu meeting with Bill was much harder than usual. As she told Bill about the varies statutes he was planning on violating her boss stood behind her manhandling her ass. Her skin was crawling and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and slap him hard across the face. Except she knew if she did that she could get fired and her boss would suffer no repercussions at all.

Somehow she managed to stop herself, but she didn't know how much longer she would last.

Daria ran a finger over her lips. It was impossible, but she could still feel like she could taste Andrea. It had been a very bizarre morning. The second she'd seen Andrea this morning her body had taken over. Pulling off Andrea's pajamas pants and going down on her. She'd never, ever done that before but her body acted like an expert. The taste...wasn't like what she'd expected. She thought she'd be totally mortified, horrified even. Except as her tongue worked Andrea's moans got louder and louder and she found her own heart racing. When Andrea came and the compulsion ended she found herself continuing to lick until Andrea pushed her head away, too sensitive to continue.

Daria had left quickly after that, feeling too awkward to stick around. She was heading for her apartment when she decided to give David a call. She had an important decision to make after all.

"David, sorry if I woke you...can I call in sick today?"

"Yes, of course." David said immediately, "Are you feeling ok?"

"No. Yes. I mean...I just need a second to adjust, you know? I'm worried. I have to knock and get permission to enter rooms, even my own office? And I'm the director, how am I supposed to make important decisions without you? Oh no, how am I even going to get into my own apartment? What am I going to do?"

"Ok, it'll be ok," David didn't sound very sure over the phone, "I always have my phone on me. Call me anytime. I'll give you permission."

"Ok, thank you David. I'll have to repay you...oh. I know. Andrea had the idea yesterday. Let me taking you shopping. Fashion is my thing you know."

David gulped loudly, "I don't know that fashion is what I'm going for..."

Daria sighed, "I know your change is much more radical than mine, but you can't go around wearing those clothes from Andrea forever, or even your old clothes. Your body is just too different. Trust me, you'll feel better in good clothes. Even better, I'll pay."

"You'll pay? I can't-"

"I'll pay," She said seriously, "See? I didn't need to ask your permission, that means it isn't a big deal for me."

"O-okay. Fine." David finally acquiesced. "Where do you want to meet?"

David felt uncomfortable. He'd felt uncomfortable ever since his transformation last night. His body just felt...off. His centre of gravity was different, his legs were too short, his hair too long. And that was before even mentioning the small but unfamiliar weight on his chest or the missing parts between his legs.

It felt like a stranger's body. So much so that he hadn't looked at himself in the nude yet. He'd closed his eyes to get changed and skipping his usual morning shower. Daria told him he'd get used to it, but he wasn't sure about that.

The other strange thing he couldn't get used to was the way people looked at him. As a man he'd felt rather unremarkable. He was, if his dating life said anything about him. But now..."Why are people staring at me?" He asked Daria.

"Oh David, it's cause your hot."

"I'm...hot?" David asked.

"Yes...but...I'm sorry but it feels weird calling you David still..."

David sighed, "Yeah...I guess I don't look much like a David right now..."

"Ok, let's pick a new name then. Something to use in public at least. David...Davina? No. You don't look like a Davina. Hmm...how about Dove?"

"Dove?" David raised an eyebrow.

She nodded, "Yeah. Dave- Dove. It's close, right? And very cute."

David frowned, "Cute...well...I guess Dove is fine. But just in public, ok?"

"You got it Dove!"

David sighed and checked his phone, "We should really head out. We have to be at Andrea's soon."

"Right, let's go."

Andrea's day had been...interesting. Starting with Daria in the morning, holy hell. She'd known that was going to happen, she'd volunteered after all, but still. Daria had been possessed. Not just that she did it at all, but nobody had ever touched Andrea like that before. She'd found in her somewhat expansive dating experience that women gave better head than men, but still she hadn't expected Daria to blow all her previous lovers out of the water.

Then after Daria had run off embarrassed Andrea had to go to work...without a bra...with these new huge tits. She could have just tried to cover up, but she felt so uncomfortable doing so she'd ended up in a way more revealing outfit than normal. The guys at work had noticed, but thankfully they didn't say anything. Unfortunately a few of her girlfriends had noticed which **** Andrea to talk about her sweater puppies at work. It had not been a great time.

Now she was back home getting ready to host her friends for the second day in a row. She wasn't letting Daria bring dinner this time. She'd told everyone to eat beforehand, but she had stopped and brought some snacks, and some new shirts, on her way home.

Miles had been convinced to drive again, but this time he showed up with Leila, David and Daria in tow. Camille came soon after and the 6 of them sat down around the table.

"So...I guess I just start?" Daria asked. It was 6:59.

"Yeah...go ahead." Andrea said.

Daria nodded and picked up the die, "Here goes..."