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Ben stopped dead in his tracks as the figure approached him. He recognized the face as his old mentor at his job, or he was until Ben forced the old man out of his spot so he could take it. Below the face he couldn't quite comprehend. His mentor was now in a dress and pantyhose? What the fuck...

He then really started to look at his mentor's body and as he did his blood started to run colder and colder. That was a dress his wife had. That was her height in heels and the build was identical.

The final piece was when he focused on those hands, seeing young, feminine hands where old male ones should be. Oh god...

His mentor was not right in front of him and he smiled darkly, then handed him the wrapped box.

"A gift of sorts. All ready for display. Take care now, Ben."

Ben took it for a lack of any other idea of what to do and the first thing he noticed was the weight. It felt like a light bowling ball...

Oh no. He looked down at it, afraid to do a thing as his mentor walked away, that feminine ass swaying slightly with each step of those heels. Oh god no.