Starts to spiral

The drive back to campus felt odd. Justin was able to adjust the seat and mirror so he could drive without issue but what was odder to adjust was his clothing. He had to roll up his jeans multiple times. Around his waist they were so loose that his belt didn’t have a tight enough hole, instead he dug through his glove compartment and found a pocket knife allowing him to poke a new hole in the belt.

The hoodie wasn’t as hard to deal with, the cuffs were still small enough that they didn’t slide past his wrists too far but the sleeves did bunch and the torso felt so long. He felt like he was a girl wearing her boyfriend's hoodie. That thought felt weird so he tried to banish it from his mind but doing so was hard.

He drove back the entire way just imagining how it would feel to really be wearing someone else’s hoodie. Maybe Trent’s or Mike’s. Mike was so much bigger than him the hoodie would look almost comical on his new reduced frame. He could imagine Mike throwing the hoodie to him, it being so large that he wore it not as a shirt but as a dress, his adorable panties just out of sight, his tiny dick just barely avoiding being seen…

A honk brought him back to reality. He had somehow made it back to the parking lot without hitting anyone but now he was spacing out while there was a spot right in front of him. Sheepishly he pulled in and the car behind him drove past, the driver flipping him off as he did.

He examined his bags sliding his purse over his shoulder automatically but then looking with some worry at his shopping bag. It had the name of the store in bright pink letters on a purple background. What if someone figured out it was his. He gulped and tamped down the fear. Most people would probably assume that it was just a gift for some girl he was seeing.

He gulped and left his car, locking it and slipping his keys into his purse before heading back to the frat house as fast as he could. He managed to reach it without trouble and slipped inside. The common room was way emptier now, only one person was there: Trent.

He looked up as the door opened and waved to Justin with a smile. “Hey man where were you?”

“Oh, uh, hello Trent, thank you for asking. I had to do some shopping.” He then without thinking held up his bag giving Trent a full view of the logo and color.

Trent looked at him oddly. “You okay bro your voice sounds different, and that bag isn’t that from the fancy women’s clothes store at the mall?” Trent rose to his feet and started approaching Justin.

In a panic Justin blurted out “I’m in a play!” It was all he could think of.

Trent looked slightly confused but then shrugged. “Guess that makes sense, getting your costume ready I guess?” He continued to approach Justin. As he got closer, the masculine energy he exuded, his height, his strength, Justin was becoming more and more aware of them.

“Yeah, just trying to get into the role, you know?” Justin let out a distinctly feminine giggle but Trent didn’t comment on it.

“Have you been doing a new gym routine bro? You’re looking kind of cute.”

Trent laughed and gave Justin a pat on the back before heading back to the couch but Justin for his part felt like he had been struck by lightning. That word, cute, it felt, it felt so good, so nice to be called cute. He could feel his dick getting hard and he, he really didn’t mind it. He ran up to his room tossing his purse on his desk and stripping down to his bra and panties. The panties were soaked through with cum from his previous tasks as he slid them off.

He threw himself onto his bed and got a good look at his body, it was still a guy's body but a small guy, he was skinny, looked weak, his muscles were reduced as was his height. He felt weak too carrying the bag and his purse had felt oddly draining like they were heavier than they should be. These thoughts were running through his head but they were competing with the big one. The one that loomed over him. Trent had called him cute. Trent had looked at him and thought cute.

He kicked his legs wildly at the idea that Trent. Hot hunky Trent, thought of him as cute, what if it could go further, what if Trent thought of him as more than cute. He glanced at his phone. He could text her right now, level up Weakling Waif and get $50 out of it, but, if he did that he would be admitting to the witch that he was starting to like this, that her punishment had turned into his delight.

He then glanced down at his tiny dick, he had another way though, a way to level up a card while never involving the witch. He leaned back and shut his eyes, one hand on his dick stroking it between two fingers, the other unconsciously began stroking his chest, running circles around his nipples.

In his mind's eye he could see Trent, muscular, tall, dominant but kind. Leaning over him, pulling him close, their lips meeting and Trent’s hungry tongue finding its way inside of his mouth. Trent’s big muscular hands stroking his body, they would feel so nice cupping his flat chest sliding across his smooth stomach, holding his little sissy clitty in his big masculine hand…

Justin exploded in his own hand at the thought, the idea of Trent taking him like that, the rough dominance his frat brother would display. He blinked and saw the sticky goo covering his hand and then his eyes refocused, all of his cards were displayed and lighting up in sequence.

For a moment he had hope, it seemed like it stopped on Weakling Waif but then the light moved on landing on Handbag Habit.

The card appeared in front of him as did the text: HANDBAG HABIT Lv. 2: Justin will use a purse to carry his belongings at all times. Justin will feel the need to place his purse properly if he is not carrying it either hanging correctly or on his lap. He will not notice this is unusual unless someone points it out to him.

Sighing, he watched as the card faded into light and time resumed. He then scrambled out of bed to move his purse for its casual toss onto his desk to the coat hook behind his door, taking special care to make sure it was parallel to the floor, not leaning to either side too much.

He felt annoyed but it was odd. It wasn’t that he was that put out by the new upgrade, but he could have gotten $50 for such a simple change.

Reluctantly he grabbed a tissue and cleaned off his hand, not even realizing how far he was starting to sink into true sissyhood.

CARDS LEFT IN THE DECK: 46

CURRENT MONEY: $21

CURRENT TRANSFORMATION:

LOVELY LIPS Lv. 2: Justin's lips have noticeable filler making them look plump and kissable. He also feels a compulsion to wear noticeable lipstick at all times. Justin will feel happiest when wearing lipstick he thinks of as cute.

LUSCIOUS LINGERIE Lv. 2: Justin does not feel comfortable unless he is wearing a matching bra and panties. Additionally he will feel drawn to wear pairs he considers cute. He can take them off to sleep and shower but otherwise will feel an intense need to wear them at all times.

SMOOTH SKIN: Justin can no longer grow hair anywhere other than his head and his eyebrows.

SWEET SPEECH Lv. 3: Justin must speak politely and in a feminine manner. His voice has a natural feminine pitch and tone. He will not notice this unless it is pointed out and even then will only be able to stop speaking like this as long as he is actively thinking about it.

WEAKLING WAIF: Justin will lose both height and muscle mass until he has the strength and height of an average woman.

HANDBAG HABIT Lv. 2: Justin will use a purse to carry his belongings at all times. Justin will feel the need to place his purse properly if he is not carrying it either hanging correctly or on his lap. He will not notice this is unusual unless someone points it out to him.