Danny was sitting in his stroller paying attention to the classwork. He wanted to get out of this as soon as possible. He could get his grades up to a B+. He didn't need an A.
Without warning he wasn't in his class anymore. He wasn't in his stroller either. He was sitting down and he was peeing. He could feel the hard seat of the toilet bowl under his butt. There wasn't any padding on that seat at all. Danny was staring straight ahead. In front of him he could see the back of a stall door that could find in public bathrooms that can accommodate more than one person at a time. The color of the door was sort of a washed out pink.
Danny looked down and couldn't see his legs. The front part of a grey skirt hid his legs from his view. The skirt extended passed his knees. Danny's hand flew to his crotch, but he already knew, his dick was still there. He didn't have to see his dick to know it was hanging down loosely between his legs (peeing). But he pulled back his skirt to make sure it was there. He was relieved when he saw it.
He finished peeing, there wasn't any reason to stop. Looking down he realized that he had two mounds on his chest. Once again he moved his hands. He grabbed at his chest. The bra which gave the illusion of boobs under his top deflated with the pressure of his hands. He didn't have boobs of any type on his chest, he was just wearing a bra with padded cups.
When he was done he got up. He realized he was wearing shoes with a small heel. He couldn't see them because his skirt was dropped back in place, but he could feel the panties which had been pushed down to just below his knees. He had to pull them up if he was going to be able to walk. Reaching down to pull them up, The panties were very tight, they crushed his penis against his crotch in a way that was totally different than when he wore boys briefs, even very tight ones. Danny discovered he was also wearing nude tights. He pulled up the panties into their proper place and then the same with his tights.
Instinctively, Danny turned to flush the toilet. This is when he saw his hands. They were his hands but his nails had been shaped and painted a pale pink.
Danny looked down to inspect what he was wearing. he could see he was wearing a floral print top of some type and the aforementioned grey skirt. He put one foot out in front of himself to show the shoe he was wearing. Danny could see the top of his nylon covered foot in the shoe. It was a tan pointy toed pump with small sturdy heel, not that he knew they were called pumps.
Danny couldn't see his body properly. He needed a mirror. It didn't matter if this was a girl's restroom or a boy's restroom. He wanted to see himself. Besides he couldn't change into something else no matter what he was wearing. Danny opened the stall door and stepped outside.
"Did you wipe?" Tammy asked.
"ummmm, no."
"A woman always wipes after using the toilet. Don't forget for next time. Now wash your hands and fix your makeup," Tammy commanded.
In front of Danny was a bank of mirrors over a long row of sinks. Danny could see himself for the first time. He hadn't changed physically. He was still himself which he had assumed, but what he didn't know was that his face was made up. This was also the first time he noticed he was wearing dangling earrings.
Danny could see that he wasn't dressed like a girl that would attend his high school, he was dressed like a middle aged woman about his mother's age or more likely a little older. His clothes were pretty, but they weren't sexy at all. Teenage girls would never wear tights with a skirt in ordinary circumstances. The sleeves on the tunic he was wearing were longer than a teen would wear and this floral print hadn't been in style for decades, not that Danny would know such things. But even with Danny's untrained eye, he know none of his female friends would be wearing what he was wearing. Strangely enough, Danny realized that even with everything he was wearing, his hair hadn't changed from how he combed it this morning..
When Danny stepped closer to the sinks, Tammy handed him a clutch type purse which matched his shoes.
Danny didn't know if he was in better shape or worse shape than he was a few minutes ago. He also didn't know that back at home, his room had changed from it's toddler style to the room of an unmarried woman in her early fifties.
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