Corey stepped out of his mom's car and headed into the photographer's studio with his bag of clothes. His mom told him to text her once his senior pictures were done. He wasn't looking forward to this. He hated having his picture taken.
Greeted by the photographer, he was promptly shown the changing rooms and was left to his thoughts as he opened his bag.
But to his surprise he was racked with wonder as he pulled out a pair of black pantyhose.
"What the f..." His voice trailed off as he pulled out another article of female clothing. Then another. "This must be some kind of mistake." He said out loud. His bag was full of women's clothing.
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Are you almost done in there Courtney?" The voice said outside the changing room door. Shocked that they called him a girls name, only to be more shocked by his response. "Just a minute, I'll be right out."
But the sound of his voice was the most shocking of all. It was definitely no longer the voice of a man.
Then, without warning, Corey found himself getting undressed and grabbing some of the clothes. Black hose, panties, tight black shorts and an tangerine colored top.
He watched himself as his body went on auto pilot and began to dress in the most feminine mannerisms. It was like he'd been doing this his whole life. But it was his body transforming to match the clothes that terrified him the most. He wanted to scream, to run out of there. But he couldn't.
Later that day, A tall, blonde, young woman, named Courtney, dressed in a tight black mini skirt, black shiny hose, four inch heels and a body suit left the photographer's studio and jumped into her sports car. And inside that beautiful woman, Corey was trapped. He felt the shiny hose rub against the soft fabric of the skirts. He could feel the bodysuit pull tight against his new and empty space between his legs. He heard the clicking of his heels on the pavement.
He was stuck being a pantyhose model forever.