"There now, wasn't that fun?" Gwen's voice echoed in his mind, sounding smug and satisfied, "I told you being a teenage girl could be quite enjoyable."
"You're sick," Kevin spat out, his voice quavering, "How could you make me do that?"
"Oh hush," Gwen chided. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. I could feel every delicious sensation."
"Please," he begged, "I've done what you wanted. Just let me go back to normal now."
"Oh don't be so dramatic," Gwen chided, "It's all just a bit of fun. Now, why don't we go raid Miranda's closet and try on some of her cutest outfits?"
"Please, no more," Kevin begged in Miranda's sweet voice, "Haven't you had enough? Just let me go home."
"Oh, but we are home, silly!" Gwen's voice sang in Kevin's head. "This is Miranda's room, after all. Now come on, up we go!"
Against his will, Kevin felt his body rising from the bed. His legs wobbled slightly as he stood, still adjusting to Miranda's smaller frame. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror - a petite teenage girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes stared back at him. It was surreal.
"Now, let's see what cute outfits little Miranda has hiding in her closet," Gwen said gleefully.
Kevin's feet moved of their own accord, carrying him to the closet. His hands reached out and began rifling through hangers filled with frilly dresses, short skirts, and tight tops.
"No, please," Kevin protested weakly, "This is wrong. We shouldn't be going through her things."
"Oh, this one looks adorable!" Gwen exclaimed as Kevin's hands pulled out a yellow sundress with a floral pattern, "Let's try it on, shall we?"
Kevin's fingers fumbled with the buttons of the shirt he was wearing, his movements clumsy and unpracticed. He tried to resist, but Gwen's ghostly influence was too strong. Soon the shirt fell to the floor, leaving him standing there in just Miranda's bra and panties.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of his borrowed body in the mirror.
"Don't be shy," Gwen teased, forcing open Kevin’s eyes.
Kevin's eyes snapped open against his will, forced to confront his reflection.
Kevin's eyes widened as he took in Miranda's slender figure in the mirror. Her smooth skin, gentle curves, and delicate features were a stark contrast to his usual masculine form. A wave of dysphoria washed over him.
"This isn't me," Kevin protested, "I'm not supposed to look like this. I'm a grown man."
"Oh hush, Miranda" Gwen scolded, "You're a sweet teenage girl. Now let's get that pretty dress on you."
Kevin felt his arms raising above his head as the sundress slipped over his body. The soft fabric settled against his skin, the hem falling just above his knees. He squirmed uncomfortably as Gwen made him twirl in front of the mirror.
"See? Isn't that just darling?" Gwen cooed.
Kevin felt his lips moving against his will, Miranda's sweet voice coming out, "Oh yes, it's so pretty!"
"No, stop it!" Kevin tried to shout, but the words came out as a soft giggle instead.
"That's my girl," Gwen said approvingly, "Now, let's do something about that messy hair, shall we?"
Kevin's body moved to Miranda's vanity, sitting down in front of the mirror. His hands reached for a hairbrush and began running it through the long blonde locks.
Kevin's hands moved deftly through Miranda's long blonde hair, gathering it into a high ponytail. He felt a hair tie slip onto his wrist and watched helplessly as his fingers secured the bouncy ponytail in place.
"There, much better," Gwen said approvingly. "Now for a little makeup. Every teenage girl needs her lip gloss!"
His hand reached for a tube of sparkly pink lip gloss on the vanity. With practiced ease that wasn't his own, he applied a coat to Miranda's full lips, pressing them together to spread it evenly.
"Perfect!" Gwen exclaimed. "Now pucker up and blow a kiss to that pretty girl in the mirror."
Kevin's reflection winked back at him as his lips formed a perfect pout. He blew a flirtatious kiss at the mirror, feeling utterly mortified.
He had to get back home to his wife and kids.
“You’re going to drive the boys wild, my dear.”
Kevin felt a surge of panic at Gwen's words.
"No, absolutely not!" he protested, his voice coming out as Miranda's high-pitched squeak. "I won't go anywhere near any boys like this. I'm married, for god's sake!"
"Oh sweetie, don't be such a prude," Gwen chided. "You're a hot young thing now. Live a little!"
Gwen's voice was sickeningly sweet, "That neighbor boy. He’s about your age, right? He’s kind of cute.”
"No, please," he begged, his voice trembling, "Not my son. I can't... I won't..."
"Oh hush," Gwen scolded, "He's not your son right now, silly. He's just a cute boy next door. And you're just an innocent teenage girl with a crush."
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