(Contains girl to clothing tf)

The air was beginning to cool – reaching that utterly perfect mix of chilly breeze and lazy heat from the sun. The time of year freshly falling leaves crunched satisfyingly beneath one’s shoe, but enough remained in the trees, lighting up the flora with a fiery display of color for passerby to marvel. Couples hugged onto one another as they walked, and dogs led their humans on merry chases through the nature trails. Little troops of joggers made the most of their time outside before the cold snap deterred all but the hardiest of them.

“Good morning doctor!” greeted an elderly woman as she passed.

The doctor’s animalistic ears twitched. Most assumed the yellowish furred canid ears that sprouted from atop her white hair were simply an eccentric accessory, but if they paid much attention to them, they would see them move in disturbingly realistic ways, “Oh, Ethel, good morning! How is the treatment working for your boy?” she asked

“Oh, he’s much better now,” she chuckled, “No more complaints, and he heats my pie crusts perfectly!”

“I’m happy to hear that,” the doctor replied, “Remind me to come by to have a taste of your pies, I’ve only heard the legends.”

“I’ll bring you some sometime dearie, maybe if that pernicious girl he was gallivanting about with snoops too much…”

The doctor smiled sweetly, “I’ll be happy to schedule an appointment, just say the word. Bye now Ethel,” she waved as the old woman hobbled along and continued on her way. Speaking of appointments… the doctor checked her gleaming golden watch. It was almost time. She quickened her pace a little bit, her dark tipped ponytail bounced in time with her sped up gait. She waved to familiar and unfamiliar faces alike as she strode back towards her small clinic. Some found it strange the doctor wore her lab coat out and about – they found it perhaps a bit on the nose for her profession, but she cared little for that opinion. Her buxom chest peaked over her low-cut shirt beneath the white coat and was separated by a gold accented belt from her short, black, pleated skirt. Her slender legs were clad in black tights and ended in gold-colored heels. All in all, she was very pretty, certainly the kind of doctor any promiscuous teen imagined giving them a ‘checkup’ in their more risqué daydreams.

Finally, she arrived back at her small, local clinic and headed to the back after greeting her secretary. She had to prep for her next patient, and her next patient was sure to give her some amount of resistance.

Danielle Owens despised going to the doctor. She hated needles, she hated that blood pressure squeezy thing, and she hated the smell of the doctor’s office… but none of those reasonable and sound arguments worked to convince her older sister Roxanne to let her weasel out of her appointment to get a checkup. She even put a bind on her magic! The nerve! Without access to her magic to make good on the slew of threats she made during her subsequent tantrum, though, she was eventually sent on her way to the local clinic. Dani had already attempted to go anywhere else three times during the walk, but the spell her sister cast on her redirected her trajectory to the den of needles and evil each time without fail. Resigning herself to her fate, she decided to get this whole mess over with and pushed the door to the clinic open. She begrudgingly filled out the paperwork and rather grumpily sat in the waiting room. True to the small and local nature of the clinic, there were only two other people waiting. She instinctively attempted to use her magic to dispose of those in front of her in line, growing silently frustrated at being reminded of the lock Roxanne had applied to her magic. The clicking of the clock on the wall… the buzzing of the lights overhead… and the insufferable smell of this vile place was driving her insane! So focused was she on her own grievances, she failed to notice that neither of the people called in before her had come back out before the door opened again.

“Ms. Owens?” came the friendly, almost sickeningly sweet voice of the doctor.

“Finally…” Danielle grumbled, practically storming over to follow the doctor into one of the rooms.

“How are we today?” The doctor asked, her red eyes skimming the paperwork Dani had filled out.

The unusual nature of the doctor’s choice in headwear did little to distract Dani from her sour mood, “Would be better if I was at home,” she said, unapologetically hostile.

“My, my, well we’ll get you through this checkup quick as can be, okay?” she chuckled. The way the doctor breezed past her attitude only made Danielle angrier, but she obliged when the doctor made her step on the 2-in-1 scale and height measurer.

“Are the extra measurements really necessary doc?” Dani asked, annoyed. The doctor had taken down her height and weight, but was also measuring her arms and legs individually, and her waist circumference. She felt like she was getting fitted for a dress.

“Have a seat right over here sweetie,” the doctor pat the table bed thing with the paper on it that Danielle despised so much, completely ignoring her inquiry. With a frustrated sigh she sat on it to get her knees hammered on, her arm squeezed by the demon that measures her blood pressure, and for the doctor to blind her with that stupid flashlight.

“We done here?” Danielle asked after the doctor removed the thermometer from her mouth.

“Not quite,” She replied, bubbly as ever, “Almost there though, you’re doing so good! Lay down on your tummy for me okay?” she pat the table bed.

This was different, but at this point she just wanted to be done. Nevertheless a bit wary, she slowly and uncertainly maneuvered to lay on her stomach. There was a hole for her face to look through without being smothered – something that reminded her of those massage tables one could find at chiropractors, but was that hole there before? She was about to voice her discontent when she felt something tighten around her and fasten into place with a resounding Click! Click!

“The hell was- Hey!” Danielle exclaimed, feeling the two wide bands tighten around her legs and pinning her arms to her side respectively. She squirmed and writhed on the bed to no avail, “You crazy- what is this!?”

“Shhh sh sh,” the doctor cooed, gently petting Dani’s hair as she struggled against her restraints, “Just lay down and relax.” Her soothing voice was almost sinister to the captive patient. Her tone was still that honeysweet cadence but paired with the utter lack of concern for her struggling sent a cold shiver down Danielle’s spine. Never more than now did she wish her magic hadn’t been sealed. The doctor, for her part, took her time with what came next. She perused her cabinets, musing to herself over the options, before settling on a rather crude but classic choice. She was kind enough to show Danielle, whose face was still stuck staring at the floor, what she had in store for her. What Danielle saw was… a rolling pin. It was a good bit bigger than one that would see much practical use in the kitchen, but it appeared to be fairly solid despite its gaudy pink design.

“A rolling pin? Gonna bludgeon me to death?” She demanded, trying to sound tough and unimpressed.

Once again, her words were left unaddressed. The doctor instead began to roll the pin over Danielle’s legs. She was liberal with the weight and pressure as she rolled it up and down Dani’s left leg, and though it hurt a bit at first, her muscles succumbed to the rolling and began to relax. She let out a confused sigh – it felt good and very relaxing, but absolutely nothing else about this situation did anything to add to that feeling. Disoriented and caught between pleasure and panic, she did little but squirm beneath the doctor’s relentless roller. Apparently satisfied now with her handiwork on Danielle’s left leg, the doctor moved on to the right, applying as much weight as she could as she worked her roller over and over the patient’s leg. While Danielle continued to relax more and more under the pressure of the roller, her body was undergoing a rather drastic change. Within minutes her legs below her hips had been spread and rolled into barely an inch thick sheet. The coloring of her jeans had been blended completely with her shoes, and her legs showed no distinction between her legs and the clothes she’d worn on them. Still the roller moved on, pressing and kneading and flattening her rear end into just as much a pancake as her legs had been. As her body lost thickness it gained width, spreading her flattened lower half across the entire width of the bed she laid on. If Danielle had become aware of what was happening, she made little to no sign of it. She was a bit lost in her own sensations as the doctor moved up her back, rolling and squishing her flatter and flatter. The only thing to break her haze was being moved a bit, her flattened legs flopping over the edge as her face was no longer in the hole. Her confusion was momentary, the pin pressing her mind blissfully flat and dazed in seconds. When the doctor peeled Danielle from the bed, the witch’s face was stuck in her momentary confusion.

The doctor giggled to herself at Danielle’s frozen expression, “Fitting for you, my dear,” she decided. The doctor brought the sheet of Danielle to another room and laid her out on a desk. She examined the Dani sheet before pulling out some scissors and a sewing needle. She cut here, stitched there, folded this over that… and after about an hour of work, her job was finished.

Danielle’s legs had been cut from her torso and wrapped so that her former feet were stitched to her hips. The tube this created had then been folded and pressed repeatedly into a cute, denim colored pleated skirt. Her torso was vaguely rectangular, with her flattened face in line with and uniform with her chest. The only outliers were her arms, which were cut free and set aside. Her torso being a bit thicker, the doctor was able to play around with this section of Danielle a bit more. She folded her face over her chest and flattened her more until her bewildered expression was blended seamlessly into her former bosom. She was then cut so that she was solid in the back but able to fold out into a thinner, but much wider cylinder that was then stitched with buttons along one side and cut with button holes on the other. Her shoulders were hollowed into short sleeves. Finally, this only left her arms. The doctor fashioned one with a buckle, forming it into a stylish belt, and folded and twisted the other into a simple but cute bow for her hair. She shed her lab coat and slipped danielle’s torso over her own, buttoning the girl-turned-shirt up to admire her handiwork in a mirror. Of course, the look was not complete until she slid the skirt on as well.

Danielle’s confused eyes stared back at her in the mirror. She felt bizarre – in multiple places at once, yet all hugging this woman’s body in infuriatingly flattering ways. She shivered when the doctor’s hands ran down her new form, adjusting her this way and that. She watched helplessly as the doctor put her coat back on, and started out the door for home. She cursed the doctor for doing this to her, she cursed Roxanne for sealing her magic, and most of all, she cursed her mind for enjoying the way the doctor’s bosom pressed into and stretched her body to near button bursting…