Power Revealed
“Stop,” she commanded.
To his disbelief, he did.
“Turn around,” she said.
He turned to face her, as if no longer in control of his own body.
“I’ve been thinking about a suitable punishment for you,” Tiffany said, approaching him. She lightly touched his face, “something you just can’t resist, but that I’ll enjoy just as much.
She licked her lips as her lustful eyes inspected him.
“I have always liked the curves of a woman” she said, “just like you, Myles.” She stood back, “how about you transform into a beautiful girl for me.”
Myles body responded before his mind had a chance to. He felt a strong pull come over his body, as though his skin was tightening around his rapidly receding muscles. He could feel his arms and legs becoming shorter, and his pants begin to fall from his now smaller waist. Catching his trousers with one hand he felt his groin retreat into himself. His gasp was higher, his voice softer. While all this was happening, he realised his hair had grown longer, touching his shoulders now. And his chest had filled his shirt, full breasts pulling at the tight fabric.
“Oh, this is too fun”, Tiffany said with glee, “you have to see this.”
As if released, he stumbled for a moment, and ran to the mirror in the next room. He stuttered, but upon hearing the feminine voice escape his lips, he held a hand over his mouth.
“I know,” she said, standing behind him, “this is better than I could have hoped.”
Myles struggled to find the words, “how?” he managed, touching his face and feeling the long hair.
“I’ve been keeping this power secret,” she said, “but just this once I thought you needed to be taught a lesson.” She laughed, “guess what Myles? Now you’re a really hot girl, welcome to the club.”
He felt his soft breasts over the t-shirt, then quickly checked his crotch again.
“In every way,” Tiffany giggled.
“This can’t happen,” Myles said in panic, “how? You have to change me back. Change me back immediately, Tiff.”
“No,” she stated, “this is your punishment, which means for now, you belong to me. I’m calling the shots.”
“Tiff, you proved your point,” he said in his feminine voice, “you don’t have to do anything else, just change me back.”
“No” she stated once more, “I have plans for you. We’re not stopping until I’ve had my fun. Come with me, please.”
Again, before Myles could object, his body obeyed, and followed Tiffany to the bedroom.”
“How are you doing this?” Myles asked in astonishment.
“I have the power to control a person in any way I choose,” she said, “I learned early that I should keep them to myself, but sometimes I just can’t resist.”
They arrived at the bed. Tiffany gestured to it, “well, go ahead, Myles” she said.
Myles began to crawl over the covers.
“No,” Tiffany protested, “move sexier, sway your hips as you move.”
Myles obeyed without thinking, and the altered movements even felt sexier, despite himself.
Tiffany thought for a moment, “this isn’t going to work,” she said, “you don’t look like a ‘Myles’, or sound like one for that matter.”
“No, Tiff, please, haven’t you done enough?”
Tiffany laughed again, “enough? Not even close, my dear girl. I’ve decided I want you to respond to ‘Millie’ from now on. That’s a very sexy name, and it nicely completes the transformation, don’t you think?”
Myles shook his head. Tiffany made an up-down gesture at him. Millie began to nod.
“That’s much better,” she said triumphantly, “Myles is all gone, now there’s only Millie.”
Millie seemed to accept this, it was clear that he… no, she couldn’t fight Tiffany’s intentions.
“Excellent,” she said, wringing her hands together deviously. “Millie?” she asked, all of a sudden looking shy for the first time, “would you take your clothes off for me?”
Millie took the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her voluptuous breasts, removing it completely and tossing it to the floor. Then she shimmied out of the large baggy pants, and peeled away her men’s underwear just as quickly.
Tiffany swallowed, “oh Millie,” she said “you are so beautiful.”
“Could you please just get this over with?” Millie retorted.
“Please have a better attitude Millie, I really mean it. You see, this really is you. You haven’t just changed in appearance; your very DNA has flipped at my command. This is genuinely what you would have been like had you been born a girl.” She scrambled up onto the bed beside her, “and now you’re my girl” she whispered in Millie’s ear.
Millie’s mind raced to make sense of what she was hearing. “I’m still me?” she hesitated.
“Yes,” Tiffany assured her, “whichever sex your genes decided to express so long ago came down to a simple coin flip. I just flipped it back.”
“This is a lot to process, Tiff,” Millie said.
“It’s ok, Millie, I’ve got you. I’m in control,” she said, “which means you don’t have to be.” Tiffany put her arms around her and looked up into Millie’s eyes. “Kiss me,” she said.
Millie obliged, and the two kissed passionately. Their breathing became heavier, and shivers of excitement came over Millie’s whole body. Tiffany began to caress Millie’s skin, her hand gliding gently over every curve of her new female shape. Millie felt the stirrings of arousal rise from within her.
“How do we do this?” Millie asked.
Tiffany responded, “you leave that to me,” she said, “I’m leading this little dance now.
