Dane skated onto the ice. It was his first game in the professionals. He'd been playing for all his life and He couldn't wait to get started. He went out for his warm-ups. he had a sweatband on instead of his helmet as they were just skating around warming up. The crowd was filing in slowly and Dane made a few laps of the ice. His blue sweater looked sharp, with its bright logo and his number stitched on it. He felt like this would be the most important moment of his life so far. That's what everyone said though, right?

Dane was soaking up the atmosphere, and he didn't hear the "look out" as a stray shot bounced off the glass and clipped him in the head. He fell to the ice, stunned and unable to move. His head throbbed and he could feel blood trickling down his forehead.

As he started to skate towards the bench he saw the crowd burst into cheers, some even standing on their seats. He made it towards the bench and it was like the lights were diming, he felt like he was in a spotlight. He felt light as his pads seemed to disappear. His gloves falling away leave small dainty hands with a pink manicure. His helmet also dropped to the ice, and he realized that not only did he have a pink sweater, but a pink helmet too.

His jersey seemed lighhter to as he felt it become a soft thinner material. He realized no one else was on the ice. "Oh shit," he thought. "I'm going to be late."

He looked to the bench it was completely empty. The music was still playing and Dane felt it work into his mind. He skated more freely and confidently. His socks thinning down and riding up his body to become black tights. His hair grew longer and thicker. His face turned smooth and baby faced. He felt his body shrinking down as he softened and rounded out. His hair now reaching his shoulders that were now bare in his sleeveless outfit.

He skated faster, feeling stronger and more agile than ever. He felt the urge growing inside him, he needed to release, and he knew if he didn't he'd explode. He instictively kicked his foot down leaping into the air. As he landed he gracefully posed. The crowad went crazy. He could feel his heart racing. He took a deep breath, then blew it out slowly. He felt his muscles tensing up, his arms and legs becoming leaner and harder.

His chest swelled out and he could tell he was growing boobs. He felt more confident as his hips flared out. He spun around showing off his new figure. Then he noticed that he was no longer wearing any pants. The crowd roared again.

He felt himself getting hard and he knew this wasn't normal. The hardness seemed to be shrinking down. What is happening to me? He could feel his body becoming more feminine. He wanted to run back to the locker room, but he knew that would be wrong, he was a professional.... hockey player?. He knew that sounded weird. He spun on the ice with grace and poise, and felt the fabric of the skirt flutter around his hips. He could feel her panties and stockings rubbing against his ass. The crowd was going wild and he felt their approval. He could feel their energy and excitement. They loved him. He smiled, he felt like a princess, and he loved the attention. He stopped and skirt fell as it landed on his groin it felt no resistance and it laid flat. He was a she now.

The crowd gave a cheer as she bent over, and her butt became rounder and bigger. Hhe could feel her legs. They were longer, and full of muscle, yet still soft and and round. She was a dainty flower, a little Daisy. She laughed of course she was Daisy that was her name after all. Daisy the figure skater.

She spun around once more, and then she turned back to face them. She felt her breasts growing larger, and her nipples getting harder. It felt so good, just being here, letting herself go. The crowd was cheering her on. They loved her. Her body was turning into the perfect figure. She felt strong, powerful, sexy, and beautiful. And everyone adored her. She turned back to the crowd, and waved.