Deviation Actions
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“Who the fuck are you!?” Opening the door to his own bedroom, Jack was surprised to see a woman he had never seen before, standing beside his desk. The two of them could not be dressed more differently - him with his school uniform messily undone at the collar, spiky dyed-blonde hair and earrings, and her with her dark hair gathered into an efficient ponytail, attired in a flowing, elegant dress. And yet, Jack was the one who would probably seem more out of place in this wide, spacious, and elegantly furnished room, and her the one who seemed far more confident and self-assured.
“Your father asked me to come here.” The woman turned around, and Jack suddenly felt a shudder as he met her piercing purple eyes. It seemed like she meant business... “...Well, I suppose he didn't ask me, exactly. But it's what he wanted, and it's why I'm here.” “That old man… what does he want now?” Jack sneered, trying to cover the anxiety he still felt with anger. “If he wants you to correct my behavior, then you're just wasting your time - that’s never gonna work.” “Oh, nothing like that…” She smiled mysteriously. “All I'm going to do is help you… improve your image, a little.”
“...Huh?” For a moment he couldn't process what she was saying, and Jack blinked in confusion. “T-there's nothing that needs to improve!” “Really?” It was like he blinked and she was right in front of him, and Jack almost flinched as the woman reached out a hand to rub the material of his shirt collar between her fingers. “Surely you can't be satisfied with just wearing something like this?” “That’s just my uniform! There's nothing wrong with that…” Jack trailed off, suddenly self-conscious of how it felt. Kind of scratchy, too tight in some bits and too loose in some others… “No matter what, I'm not letting you touch me!”
“I don't need to - just put this on.” Thrown a bundle of something white, Jack fumbled and nearly dropped it. “What is this?” He unfurled the white collared shirt, not that dissimilar to what he was wearing. “How is this different from the shit I wear!?” The young man gave the woman his most ferocious glare, but she didn't budge at all. “...Fine.” Undoing the buttons of his shirt and letting it fall to the floor casually - while flexing his muscles so that she could see, didn't hurt to be a little more intimidating, right? - Jack took the shirt she had given him and put it on.
And as much as he was unwilling to admit it - it felt good to wear. “Huh…” Jack tugged testingly on the end of the shirt, feeling how snugly it fit to the musculature of his body and showed off what he was so proud of. “Not half bad.” “I'm glad you think so.” The woman smiled and handed him a black waistcoat, watching as Jack struggled a little to fasten its buttons with fingers that were beginning to slim and shrink, the shirt's tight contours highlighting the mass of his biceps and triceps… which unbeknownst to the young man, were also beginning to thin.
“This is way too fancy for me! No way I can wear it…” Even if Jack's rebellious attitude didn't seem to have quelled a bit, strangely his tone seemed to have gotten quite a bit softer than before - or maybe that was just because his voice had jumped up in pitch by a few octaves to sound quite a bit more feminine… and the aggressive, harsh tone Jack was used to softening into one that sounded a little more elegant - and dramatic - than before. “Don't diminish yourself like that.” Coming up from behind, the woman placed something atop Jack's head - and his eyes widened as he looked up, and saw that it was a black, wide-brimmed hat adorned with roses.
There was a body-length mirror hanging on one of the walls in his room and Jack went towards it, his eyes wide as he met his reflection. “It… looks good… on me?” The fact his arms and legs had slimmed down far more than they ever had before, so much so that they barely had any muscle left, didn't seem to register on him. “Fancy, but… good.” “There's nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life - isn't that who you are?” She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed downwards - and Jack didn't even notice his shoulder blades shrink, gaining far more delicate proportions as his waist similarly sucked inwards, and his abs thinned and melted away.
Maybe Jack would have once been surprised or even distressed at the fact that he now kind of looked… well, like some girl… but didn't the outfit fit perfectly on him? “What would your lackeys say, I wonder… if they found out their Boss wasn't some rough-and-tumble thug who grew up on the streets, but a rich kid just playing pretend?” “I… I don't know…” She was right… Jack realized that. All he had been doing was pretending to be someone he wasn't, rebelling against the expectations placed on him by his father… but had they even been that bad in the first place?
He didn't even notice her hand running through his hair, every stroke and caress seeming to make its color deepen and become more vivid, the roots where Jack's natural brown was showing becoming just as gold as the rest of it until it was as good as if he had been born with it. And that was without mentioning the fact that it was getting longer and longer, the ends curled and held into the shape of drills by some unknown force. “...Maybe I was wrong to be so rebellious?” “That's the spirit.”
“Y-yes…” He sniffed, nose and face strangely tingling as they warped and shifted, becoming prettier as they were dusted with makeup to highlight their beauty. Jack smiled at his reflection, no more trace of the delinquent seen in his bright and cheerful expression, and turned his gaze towards the woman. She had looked so strict and unyielding just moment ago, but now there was something about her that… called to him? Well, it certainly made his knees feel a little weak, and his heart begin to beat a little faster…
“Ah-!” Suddenly his shirt tightened around his upper body and Jack gasped in surprise - but it wasn't because of anything the woman had done in particular. Instead, he just stared down at the two mounds that now protruded from his chest, pressing against the front of the shirt that just managed to hold them in… and felt a shiver run down his spine at just how sensitive they felt. Somewhere at the back of his mind was the dim memory that he hadn't once had these… but they just felt so natural, so… familiar. Just as familiar as the feeling of his plumper thighs rubbing against each other, and his wider rear that strained uncomfortably against the back of his pants.
“You're almost there, my dear.” Placing another item of clothing in Jack's hands, the woman smiled. He didn't need to be asked twice, stripping down to his panties (since when had he been wearing those? Jack couldn't exactly complain about how they felt, though) and slipping his long, shapely legs through the black skirt he had been given. And as his proper attire was finally completed, dressing Jack in the extravagant fashion of a rich young girl- the thing down between his legs had to finally go as well.
For a moment Jack felt a dizzying rush surge through him, a feeling so intense and indescribable it made everything else not even matter… and when that feeling passed, Navia blinked, wondering why she had been suddenly spacing out. “How do you feel?” “S-splendid!” The young heiress stretched her arms out as she felt the new clothing that she had been given - it really did feel good! “Thank you.” Her face reddened slightly as she thanked the mysterious woman, strangely feeling a little grateful towards her even though she did not exactly know why.
“I'm not even sure why my father would think I needed lessons on etiquette and attire, to be honest…” Hadn’t she always dressed like this? Navia had never been afraid to show off a little… “I'm sure he had his reasons…” The woman smiled and Navia suddenly felt her heart flutter, felt a strange gnawing warmth in her loins... Maybe it was the free-spirited impulse of someone who had been pretty used to getting whatever she asked for, but she knew what she had to do now. “Well, there is one more thing I think you could educate me on…”
“Oh?” The woman's eyes widened, seemingly caught off guard for the first time as Navia swiftly undid the buttons of her shirt, pulling the front of it down to reveal the cleavage gap between her assets, and licked her lips with a hungry grin. “Maybe you could teach me how a highborn lady should bear herself… in bed?”