Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 22:23:05 +0000
From: Alace Fox <alacefox@gmail.com>
Subject: That's An Order Pt.1

Alan awoke gently to the sunlight piercing through the window, bathing the
bedroom in a soft golden morning glow. Being a high-powered business
executive, it wasn't often that he was afforded the luxury of such a
peaceful, harmonious start to the day. Usually his alarm's savage buzz
pulled him from his slumber to announce the day.

Alan's sense of tranquility was short lived and a sense of panic started to
set in. His alarm hadn't gone off! Even someone in Alan's position,
relatively high up the corporate ladder, had bosses to appease and he
couldn't risk another lateness against his record. There were plenty of
people at the company who'd snitch on him given even the slightest
opportunity. Unfortunately sometimes in business, the way to get ahead is
by shitting on everybody else.

Not that Alan would give them any reason to cover for him. He was an
asshole. Mid 40s, recently divorced, no kids (thank god), but no real
friends either. In many ways his job was all that was keeping him going,
and his only outlet for his hostilities. For like many insecure men, Alan
had developed somewhat of a habit of picking on people lower down the food
chain to assert his dominance. He did it at work, he did it at the gym,
hell he even did it yesterday morning when he cut in front of that loser
ordering coffee.

Alan reached over to where his alarm should be, hoping to check the time
and find out it was much earlier than he expected. It was then he realised
that something was very wrong.

As he shifted his body weight across his bed, he felt a bizarre tugging of
fabric in his ass, a feeling so alien to him that he glanced down as if by
reflex, and saw the body of a young woman instead of his own.

Jumping out of bed, he realised he was wearing a pink, see through halter
neck nightie that stopped at his mid thigh and ruffled out into a
gorgeously feminine hem of lace. The digging in his ass was from the light
pink floral thong he was wearing. The nightie was made of a soft, delicate
material with two darker fabric patches providing cover for his small B-cup
breasts.

Across the room was a vanity table with a stool and a mirror, and Alan
rushed across to examine himself. His new body was distinctly female - with
long brown hair, big innocent pale blue eyes, a cute nose and full pouty
lips. He guessed his age to be early 20s, a far cry from the man in his mid
40s he was accustomed to.

Alan started to survey his surroundings, his sense of panic rising with
every moment. He was in a room that was not his own, indeed it looked like
a college girl's room, adorned with beauty products and the occasional
textbook. There were no clues to who he now was, why he was here, or
perhaps most crucially of all, how to reverse his predicament.

Just then, he heard a vibration at the other end of the room. His phone!

Leaping over to his bedside cabinet, he unplugged his phone from it's
charger and unlocked it. The phone was now in a baby pink case adorned with
rhinestones. There was one new message from a number he didn't
recognise. Alan quickly unlocked his phone and opened it.

"Hello Alan, or should I say Emily. You're probably wondering what the hell
is happening, aren't you? Meet me at this location at 1pm and I'll explain
everything."

Alan looked and saw a link to a nature reserve. Quickly enabling the
current location setting on his phone, he saw that he was about half a mile
away. He text the number back immediately - "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE TO ME?!?!"

He spent the next new moments pacing around the room, trying to think of a
plan of action. How could someone wake up in a different body? What did
this person want? Were they going to help him, or worse, were they the ones
responsible for this? Should he even risk meeting whoever this was? The way
he saw it, he didn't have a choice.

The phone vibrated. One new message.

"All questions will be answered when we meet. Oh, and make sure you dress
appropriately. That's an order."

No sooner had Alan finished reading the message, a strange compulsion came
over him. It became incredibly important to Alan to dress appropriately for
the occasion, whatever that may be. He thought hard, his mind scanned his
situation for information. The location was a nature reserve, so he could
only assume they would be going for a walk? Furthermore, he guessed whoever
he was meeting was male. There was nothing concrete, just something about
being told to "dress appropriately" felt like a male asserting his
dominance over a woman. He recognised it because he used to assert his
dominance all the time, now at least for the time being, it looked like he
would be the one taking the orders.

Alan realised it was appropriate to have a shower before meeting someone
for the first time, and practically ran to the bathroom. Once inside he
removed his nightwear, and peeled his thong down his legs, gasping a little
from the fabric escaping the crack of his ass, no longer feeling the
pulling between his cheeks. Across the bathroom he saw a shower and
mirror. He told himself to just go in the shower, don't even look in the
mirror, and yet, deep down, he knew he couldn't help himself and curiosity
won out.

What he saw in the mirror was the naked body of a pretty but plain girl,
probably aged between 20-22, with small tits, shapely long legs, and a nice
if unremarkable ass. A solid 7 out of 10, if he did say so himself. Looking
at his crotch was a disorienting experience. Where he'd grown accustomed to
seeing a sizable penis, now there was a cute vagina hidden under a tuft of
hair. Alan thought for a moment - it wouldn't be right to meet someone
without shaving that hair off. Indeed, back when he was a male he insisted
all his female partners shave their pubic hair, suddenly he found himself
with an irresistible compulsion to do the same.  He stepped into the
shower, feeling the warm water cascade against his young body, being
careful to wash without groping himself and exploring his new-found
femininity, something he was not ready to do. His hand picked up a
disposable razor and deftly he shaved under his arms, his legs, and pubic
hair as if he'd been doing it his whole life. It was as though his muscles
just took over and did it from memory.

After drying himself off and wrapping a towel around his now slender waist,
Alan headed back into his bedroom, depositing his nightwear and pink thong
in the laundry basket as he went. One back inside his bedroom, he began
rummaging for appropriate clothes for a young woman to go walking in with a
man she had never met.

In trying to work out what was and wasn't appropriate, Alan invertedly
thought back to his time as a male and what he as a man would have expected
a girl to be wearing. Alan's views as a male were at best old fashioned,
deep down he thought women basically only existed to pleasure men. A
thought crossed his mind - maybe this was him being punished for that sort
of chauvinistic attitude.

Back when Alan was a man, he'd insisted the women in his life dress to
please. He expected his girlfriends to always wear a thong or g-string, and
a sexy bra that accentuated their assets. As he thought back to his
demanding former self, he barely noticed his body slipping a light blue
g-string up his legs and attaching a lacy baby blue push up bra to his pert
tits. Alan screamed internally. He did NOT want to be dressing up in this
over sexualised attire for the pleasure of a man he'd never met, and yet he
could not help himself. Every time he thought about how wrong it was; how
his breasts would be jutting forward, how the tiny g-string rubbed against
his ass, his thoughts were overridden by the command he'd been given. Dress
appropriately. There was no question that this is what he thought was
appropriate for a young woman to wear, even though he didn't want to be the
one wearing it.

Hastily he began rummaging through dressers and his large antique wardrobe,
looking for something that he wasn't quite sure of. Eventually his hands
touched upon the familiar spandex feel of gym leggings, and he saw he was
now the proud owner of dozens of gym bunny type outfits. He held up a pair
of black leggings and rolled them up his thin, feminine legs and beyond his
shapely ass. Alan made sure to push the gym leggings all the way up, so the
waistline was almost up to his belly button. Checking himself out in the
mirror he cursed as he saw just how inviting his ass now looked as the
black fabric clung to his curves like a second skin.

For a top his body chose a baby blue hoodie, the colour matching his bra
and g-string. Next he sat down at his vanity table and watched transfixed
as his body applied light make up to his face. Just the appropriate amount,
he thought, as he fixed a baby blue scrunchie in his hair. For some reason,
it felt important to colour co-ordinate.

As it was cold outside, he reached for a black puffer coat with a faux fur
trim, and put on some leather chelsea boots with a small heel. Alan tried
with all his might to pick a trenchcoat to cover himself up more, or a more
comfortable pair of trainers, but try as he might his body wouldn't respond
to his commands. The little puffer coat was far too girly and cut off
tightly at the waist, giving the whole world an unencumbered view of his
ass.

As Alan stepped out of the door as a female for the first time, he noticed
just how obviously men would ogle him. He wasn't a beautiful woman by any
means, indeed he was probably "pretty" at best, and yet men in the street
and in cars would make no effort to hide their eyes scanning his body,
surveying his tight ass, imagining their cocks sliding through his puffy
little lips.

Feeling deeply uncomfortable with this new found level of attention, Alan
was grateful the nature reserve was as close by as it was. Besides, he was
unfamiliar with walking in heels and his arches had already begun to
hurt. He tried to focus on the task at hand, remembering what was really
important. Find out who did this to you, get them to change you back.

As he approached the entrance to the nature reserve, he heard a voice call
from behind him. "Hello, Emily."

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