As Girly As Is Gets - Clothes Gone - Part 2

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The following morning, Zack awoke to find him wearing a pink baby doll nightie, remembering that his black cotton pajamas from last night had been changed into said baby doll nightie. Zack groaned; he had initially thought that the previous day was a dream. Worst yet, his bed covers, duvet, and pillows had all changed into pink satin.

"This has to be the end of it; it has to be!" Zack muttered desperately, "He's taught us a lesson, and this is it." Then he looked to the side of his bed where he had discarded his clothes the night before, expecting to see his male clothes there because the clothes had changed back before. He was shocked to see the clothes were exactly the same as the previous night.

"Damn, I thought they would have changed back!" He muttered as he climbed out of bed, removed his baby doll, and threw it behind him on the bed. Then, with dread, he turned around and saw that it did not change back. "Well, I'll just have to chuck them then when I'm dressed in my male clothes once more," he said as he opened the wardrobe, seeing, to his relief, all his old clothes unchanged.

Assuming that it was all over, Zack felt relieved and pulled open his underwear drawer. It was cold outside, so he pulled on a thermal vest as well as a pair of underpants. On his way over to his wardrobe, his underwear lightened in color and crept up his hips, while his thermal vest began to rapidly shrink and form into a satin and lace bra that matched the pants he was now wearing.

Catching sight of himself in the mirror Zack was shocked to see himself in a bra and pants, even after all of the previous day's events. "Ok, it won't go beyond this!" he said in denial. "No one will see these under a pair of shorts and a t-shirt!"

After putting on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, Zack watched in despair at the full-length mirror on his door as the shorts and T-shirt fused into one, became dark blue in color, and formed a strappy dress with white embroidered flowers that came to just above his knees, his bra changing into a strapless bra. "No, no, no, no!" he moaned in despair. "When will this stop?"

Feeling unable to remove the clothes he was now wearing, Zack sat down to tie his ponytail once more, and once more he ended up applying make-up and nail polish. Thankfully, he found himself leaving the ponytail in place but finding himself putting on an Alice band with flower decorations into his hair (where did that come from, he wondered?) and the choker from the day before. Putting on his scrappy old watch, he saw it change into a pink baby-g sports watch. Putting on a pair of unchanged old trainers caused them to change into a pair of denim mules.

Sitting at the vanity, Zack looked at the pretty little sissy staring back at him. "We've got to get him to stop this!" he groaned.

Falling back on his bed, Zack picked up the small stuffed teddy bear he still kept hidden from anyone else for comfort when he was distressed or upset and saw it change into a rag doll. Closing his eyes and hugging the doll, Zack tried to pretend that this was not happening. It was not happening!

'Great, like I really want to look like a pretty little sissy,' Zack mumbled grumpily.

"Hey bro, good morning," his sister said upon seeing Zack appear for breakfast. "That dress I gave you really looks good on you!"

'That she gave me?' Zack thought, and somehow he remembered her giving it to him the previous week. "Thanks!" he said, trying (why?) to sound pleased.

Over at Richard's place, he had finished with his make-up and tying back his hair; he didn't know how he knew what to do in a feminine-looking way, with wisps of hair hanging down his face. Like Zack, he had woken expecting everything to be okay. Like Zack did the previous day, he pulled on a studded dog collar, which changed into a choker.

Richard already had his underwear on, or at least the transformed underwear, and pulled on his football T-shirt. He was relieved to see that it remained more or less the same when he put it on; however, he was more than a little disconcerted when the shape of it changed, becoming the girl's version of the same T-shirt.

Richard was mortified when he saw the pair of jeans he had just put on slide up his legs, fuse in the middle, and become a blue denim mini-skirt that finished two inches above his knees. His spare trainers had changed into a pair of girl's tennis shoes.

Like Zack, Richard was feeling very worried and a little afraid of what was happening. Okay, so it was only the second day, but it was still a major shock to them.

Just then Richard's mom called up to him, "Richard, honey, your friend Zack's here!" A few moments later, Zack entered.

"Oh Jesus Christ, you look like a fucking fairy!" Richard swore without thinking.

"Oh yeah, like I want to look this way. If you hadn't suggested breaking into Mr. Neunam's bloody house, we wouldn't be in this situation." Zack retaliated, "And besides, I'm not the only 'fairy' around here!"

Richard looked a little sheepish. "Sorry, this is just really getting to me. I hate what is happening," he said, as their skin began to soften and become less blemished than it was previously.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. We have to find a way out of this!" Zack said.

At that moment, Richard's mom popped her head around the door and said, "Hey, why don't you boys do a bit of shopping? You always do, like buying new outfits!" She said, handing some money to Richard, "Have fun!"

Richard looked at the card in his hand; it was a switch card that had his name marked on it. "Thanks, Mom!" he said to her, trying to sound enthusiastic but only fooling her. "Mum just thinks that I dress like this on a day-to-day basis; there is no way I can tell her about what's happened!" Richard moaned when she left.

"Let's just buy some CDs instead!" Zack suggested.

"Good idea, let's go!" Richard said, and they then left, trying to forget how they were dressed.

Eryk smiled as he watched the two boys in the silver liquid. "Oh no, you're not getting out of it that easily!" he muttered to no one in particular. "Abeo aggressor—now their shopping habits will be dictated by all the changes that have come so far and will be changed by all that will occur."

Zack and Richard arrived at the local mall. They made a beeline straight for the music store but soon found them turning into the nearest teen girls' clothing store. They soon found themselves looking around the store and finding themselves being pulled to the most feminine and girlie of the clothes there, and they found themselves asking a trio of girls in the store for their opinions and help, which they found highly amusing and were pointing and giggling at the two boys when their backs were turned.

Zack and Richard just cringed inside as the girls started picking out item after item for them to try on; the girls were giggling behind them all the way to them. While modeling the outfits for the girl's opinion (against their will), the girls tried not to giggle so much and started chatting with them. "So, what are your names?" asked a blonde girl.

"I'm Zack," Zack said, "and this is Richard." He finished, both feeling flushed with embarrassment at giving their male names.

One of the other girls giggled and spoke up. "I think they're more of a Zoë and Rachel myself!" said the brunette, which caused the group to break out into giggles.

"Wouldn't you rather wear boys' clothes though?" asked another girl with black hair.

"Tell me about it!" Zack grumbled, "Ever since two days ago, we've been unable to dress any other way!"

"How can that be?" asked the blonde girl.

"You wouldn't believe us!" Richard muttered from the cubicle as he pulled on a dress to try on.

"Try us!" the brunette replied.

"Whenever we touch an article of boy's clothing, it changes into an item of girl's clothing!" Zack spat.

The blonde girl thought a moment and fished in her bag, pulled out a pair of shorts she had borrowed from her brother, and tossed them to Zack. "Here catch!"

Zack caught the shorts, which promptly changed into a double-layer mini-skirt. The bottom layer was a bright pink, but with the black mesh that covered it, it looked like a darker pink. "Cool, we'll have to get you around my place and into my brother's room; he'd look cute in a skirt!" The black-haired girl giggled. "Mind you, he'd probably be after you before you could do anything!" They finished as Zack chucked the skirt back at them, and they were disappointed when it changed back into a pair of shorts.

Finally, the girls decided on the outfits that Zack and Richard should buy and were still giggling. "We've picked out the outfits that best suited you," the blonde said when they reappeared in the clothes they came in.

"Zoë," the brunette addressed Zack while trying to hold back the giggles, "you get the black halter top and long black patterned skirt."

"And Rachel," the black-haired girl addressed Richard, "you get the sleeveless fascia top and black mini skirt!" She said, barely holding back her giggling fit, "And you both get a pair of 1 1/2" wedge-heeled sandals to go with them, both the same type as you are obviously such good friends, and friends should always have at least one pair of matching shoes!"

None of them could hold back the giggling fit any longer and split their sides, laughing as Richard and Zack, feeling thoroughly angry and humiliated, took their purchases and headed to the checkout, trying to avoid the glances they were getting.

Meanwhile, in his laboratory, Eryk was watching the developments with interest. "Hmm, this seems to be working well," he said to himself.

Eryk then looked up at the clay figurines that he had prepared for the spell. "Always a good spell, and a good laugh!" he chuckled to himself. "I think I will make a personal check on their progress tomorrow, though!" Eryk said to himself as he set about his other business.

Richard awoke around Zack's place, having slept over the previous night. He found his brown sleeping bag, which he had assumed would be unaffected, had changed into a fuscia sleeping bag with white hearts covering it. "Oh great!" he muttered when he saw that his hand had been in contact with his rucksack all night and it had subsequently changed into a girl's sling bag.

After watching TV for a few hours in their nighties, the boys got up to get dressed and said, "This is the part I hate!" Zack muttered, opening his wardrobe, frustrated that all of his clothes were there but would change as soon as he touched them. While Richard was in the bathroom cleaning up, he pulled out a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and his last denim jacket from their hangers and chucked them on the bed.

After stripping out of his nightie, Zack pulled on his underpants and felt them creep up his leg and change. He still shuddered at the feeling of this. Just as Richard entered the room with a towel wrapped around him like the way he had seen his mom have it, wrapped around the chest He was already made up, and his hair was washed and combed out. This was the first time he had seen Zack in pants, and although he knew what to expect, it still disturbed him to see it.

Zack, in the meantime, had picked up the shorts and pulled them on; the legs of the shorts fused, and they became a knee-length pink skirt. The T-shirt became a multicolored knitted tee with capped sleeves. Richard shuddered, seeing the clothes change on someone other than himself.

Si·B g  Richard headed for his sling bag, emptied the clothes on the bed, and put his make-up and wash kit back in the bag as Zack sat down to work on his make-up and hair. He sighed when he saw what his mother had packed; he just knew what the shorts were going to change into! Like Zack, Richard now shed his nightie and pulled on the pair of boxers that had come out of the bag, which soon became a pair of frilly and girlie pants. After pulling on the pants, Richard pulled on the shorts, which became a shimmery black miniskirt, somewhat looser in fit than Zack's mini. He was relieved to see his T-shirt remain largely the same; the only difference was that it had become cropped, the cuffs and neck were ringed, and there was a 'care bares' logo on the front. Pulling on a pair of white socks, he was quite startled to find them turning translucent, although retaining their color and creeping up his leg and around his pants. This was new, as before they just became girl's socks, but he was now wearing white translucent pantyhose. Finishing off, Richard slid his nylon-covered feet into his last pair of trainers and watched them become a pair of 2" chunky-heeled strappy sandals.

Zack had come to a similar discovery about his black socks, now black pantyhose. He slid his feet, too, into his last pair of trainers and watched forlornly as they changed into a pair of black suede ankle boots with a 1/2" heel.

Before, Zack and Richard had been pretty much the same height, but now that Richard finds himself having a full 1 1/2" of height over Zack, at least something is going right!' Richard thought as he picked up his sunglasses, which changed into a very girly style.

"You know, I still haven't gotten used to this, but it sure was freaky seeing you get ready!" Richard said to Zack conversationally:

"Tell me about it!" Zack groaned, "Mr. Neunam has to let us off at some point! I hate looking like a complete pansy!" He said this as both boys looked at themselves in the full-length mirror.

While they watched, they saw their bodies thin out, lose muscle tone, and become more feminine. "Oh, wonderful! What's next?" Richard moaned.

They were somewhat startled when the door opened and Zack's sister poked her head around the door. "Zack, Mom wants you to go down to the newsagents!"

Zack groaned; he really didn't want to go. "Are you sure she didn't ask you to go?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, unless I've become mom's little sissy, I don't think so!" She retorted, making Zack angry.

"Damn it, I am not a sissy!" Zack stormed back furiously.

"Funny, you look it to me, sissy boy!" She snapped back and disappeared, leaving Zack to stew in his own juices.

Zack and Richard got downstairs just as his sister left the house. Heading into the lounge, they found Zack's mom asking, "What do you need from town?"

"Can you get me the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, a carton of milk and coffee, and get yourself the latest issue of Seventeen? There are some good fashion articles in it that you should like!" his mom said, handing him some money.

"But seventeen is for girls!" Zack protested.

"Or sissy boys like you and Richard; you're far too girlish to ever be proper boys; why else do you think you wanted to start dressing like that all those years ago?" His mom replied, "Now you better be going!"

Zack and Richard held their anger in check at being referred to as sissies again and left for town. When they got to the newsagents, they found several of the people they used to victimize in there, and knowing they were in for the wrong time, they entered the shop. The former victims heckled Zack and Richard all the time, asking what size their bras were and if they had started their periods yet. Reaching the end of the list, Zack picked up a copy of seventeen, why he didn't know, and they headed for the till.

Heading out of the shop, Zack and Richard were followed by their victims turned tormentors; one of them made a grab for Zack's top. Zack managed to dodge away and made an attempt to fight back, but he found his physical strength was gone and hit like, well, he hit like a girl.

Their tormentors just laughed and joked at their expense and walked off down the street, making fun of Zack and Richard. "God damn bastards!" Zack swore.

Walking away from the kids up the high street, Richard and Zack came across an oddly familiar-looking woman with long, wavy blonde hair; she appeared to be in her early to mid-twenties. She was wearing a tight black polo neck top, a long black leather skirt, and 2" stiletto ankle boots. "Ah, you must be Renee and Zoë!" she said upon seeing them, using the names given to them by the girls the previous day.

"But we were not..." Zack began to protest.

"Please come into the booth; I would like to ask you some questions; you know, market research and all that!" she pushed.

Richard and Zack found they could not refuse the request and found themselves walking into the booth. What really threw them off guard was that as soon as they were through the door, they found themselves, not only outside again, but in the middle of the countryside with no road, town, village, or anything within view. And what was more, the woman had disappeared.

"This has to be some trick done with mirrors or something!" Zack exclaimed as the door disappeared, struggling to take in what had just happened, knowing as he felt the cool breeze on his legs that it wasn't. Richard was just standing there in shock.

"I thought that would throw you off guard!" a woman's voice said from the path behind them, where there had been no one before. The woman who walked towards them was obviously the woman who had led them through the door but was dressed totally differently than before; now she was wearing a mock two-piece dress made out of silk, and the dress rippled around her in the breeze.

"But how?" Richard finally said.

"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" She said it with mock offense and took a ring off her right index finger. As soon as the ring was removed, both the woman and her clothes changed shape. Now standing before them was Eryk; he was still dressed as before and still looked very feminine in his make-up and clothes, but had just lost the little, female form he previously wore.

"Mr. Neunam?!"  Zack exclaimed upon seeing the change take place, "How?"

"Just one advantage of being a mage!" he said, replacing the ring on his finger. "By the way, you will call me Lily or Ms. Neunam when I am like this!"

"Why did you bring us here, Mr....?" Ms Neunam?"  Zack asked, verbally stumbling a bit.

Eryk sat down on a nearby tree stump that was at chair height and smoothed his skirts over it. "Just checking up on you, Zoë, not to mention Rachel here!"

"Our names are not Zoë and Rachel!" Richard protested.

"They may as well be, what with how you look now!" Eryk said, "Anyway, are you enjoying the little spell I cast on you?"

"Please, we've learned our lesson!" Zack pleaded, "I can't take looking like this anymore, and we've learned our lesson!"

"Oh, but have you?" Eryk asked rhetorically, "Anyway, when certain conditions are met, the spell will end; however, when it does, you may not be in any position to go back to the way you were, or you may even have no desire to go back!"

"But you will have to end it!" Richard said, trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about, "People will notice!"

"My dear Rachel, all people will see is that you and Zoë here are becoming increasingly girlish, and apparently all of your own free will!" Eryk said, "And when your families are asked, they will concur with that, as that is all they will know. As far as they are concerned, you two have always had leanings towards the girlish!"

"But everyone thinks they are fucking sissies just like you!" Zack said it without thinking.

Knowing that a further change had occurred, Eryk just smiled, and with a wave of his arm, the doorway reappeared. "You will return now; however, watch your step, unless you want a nice romantic date with a couple of guys!"

Zack and Richard stepped through the doorway and back into the high street, feeling disoriented again at the change in scenery, not to mention what little they were told by Eryk.