Danny had been working at the builders merchants in the office for a few weeks, now. Because the building was quite old, and the boss wasn’t too ‘bothered’ about employment regulations (ahem!) there was only one toilet ‘area’ in the building, but there was a couple of cubicles.

It was in there that Danny first saw the skirt, on a hanger hooked on a screw sticking out of the wall. Interestingly, he’d never seen anyone go near it. It seemed to have been abandoned there, possibly by someone no longer working there (as many people had been made redundant recently).

The job was really boring; look after people’s computers, sort out any issues that arose, and help out occasionally with post and other matters.

One evening, he was working late. He’d had a really rough day and was getting really stressed and just wanted to go home. He was coming out of the toilet when he tripped over a broom handle poking out from a pile of cleaning things. He put his hands out to stop himself falling and ended up grabbing the skirt…

He couldn’t get over how soft and comforting it felt. At the same time, a calm descended over him. Before he could stop himself, he’d pulled his jeans off and slipped the skirt on. The feeling of calm intensified, and the solution to the problem he had been working on suddenly became clear…

Leaving his jeans on the hanger that the skirt had been on, Danny headed back to his office. Snuggling down in his chair and crossing his legs, already developing feminine ‘characteristics’, he soon sorted the problem that had been bugging him all evening, completely missing the other changes that were occurring to him. With a smile, he got up, and stretched…

At the same time, Paula entered the room. She looked at him and tried to stifle a giggle.

“What on earth…?”, she exclaimed. “Why are you wearing that…?”

“Anybody would think you’ve never seen someone wearing a skirt before”, said Danny, indignantly.

“Yes, but… you’re a guy”, Paula said.

“Oh really”, said Danny. “When was the last time you went to the opticians?”

He then unbuttoned his shirt, which was obviously straining against something. A pair of ‘D’ cup breasts popped out. Paula’s mouth dropped open in amazement.

Danny then reached up to his hair; he pulled out some clips and gave his hair a good shake. Brunette curls cascaded down, almost to his waist.

Paula looked closer. She could see that, apart from the hair, Danny’s skin was perfectly smooth. She had been sure that Danny had a ‘five o’clock shadow’ when he came in that morning…!

“Any more questions, or can I get on?”, said Danni, buttoning up her shirt.

“No, no”, said Paula, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s ok, love”, Danni said, now fully female. “I must admit, I wasn’t really sure either, to start with. I must get myself some new clothes…”

Wishing Paula a pleasant evening, Danni closed down her computer and left for the evening.

Next morning, when Danni came back in to work, people’s mouths dropped open. Her heels clicked along the corridor; her tights didn’t have a seam out of place. Her satin blouse just about kept the ‘twins’ under control, even with a bra, and the split up the side of her new black skirt left nothing to the imagination. However, she wasn’t a ‘girly girl’, anything but; she still did her job, efficiently and well, even the bits that required her clambering all over the place to fit network cables and other paraphernalia.

The records showed that ‘Ms Danni Taylor’ had always been the IT Consultant at the firm; only Paula and the others who had been on last night’s shift remembered her as anything else, and even that was fading fast.

Danni was really happy about that last point; she had fancied Paula for some time and now Paula fancied her too, as she was really into girls…