A Little Dab Will Do You Copyright (c) 1999 Chilli TNG This story is dedicated to Janice Dreamer and Wendy-J. Without their influence, pleading, begging, brow-beating, hand-holding, critical eyes, and gushing praise, the story that follows would never have been started, let alone written. You two are THE BEST! My life is forever richer for having you both in it. Disclaimers: This story is a work of fiction, and no resemblance to anyone living, dead, or undead is intended or implied. If you think otherwise, you need to get a life. And, while it is quite probably a "G-rated" tale, it does concern itself with themes of an adult nature and no one of a chronological age less than eighteen should read it; those with an emotional age of less than eighteen also need to get a life. A Little Dab Will Do You by Chilli TNG Dan stared at the image reflected back at him in the full-length bathroom mirror. His eyes grew wide with shock and disbelief. His jaw hung slack, and a faint squeak emerged from his throat. The image reflected in the mirror was totally wrong, and totally hot! Where close-cropped hair once was, long, wavy, raven-black tresses now emerged, spilling over shoulders and down to the small of the back. Formerly powerful arms were now lithe and graceful; nimble fingers with elegantly long nails had formed on the hands. The hairy torso, with its strong pectoral muscles and well-defined abdominals, was now smooth and firm, the muscles instead defined in a sexy, feminine way, topped now with two beautifully shaped, very firm, very feminine breasts. The rock-hard glutes were softer now, rounder, almost bubble-shaped in their own unique, desirable way. The trim waist was trimmer still, lending an hourglass shape to the torso. The legs, with their powerful thighs and calves, were now slimmer, sleeker, and totally devoid of hair. The face, once rugged and angular, was now rounded and smooth, with exotic eyes, thin, highly arched brows, well-defined cheekbones, and full, sensuous lips. And the groin, where the male member had been, a member that had brought joy and pleasure, was now transformed into the female arrangement, the full pubis now narrowed into a thin strip for appropriate concealment beneath the skimpiest of bikini bottoms. Yes, the figure reflected back at Dan was totally wrong, but it was not wholly unfamiliar . . . it was his own reflection he was seeing. "I only used two little squirts," Dan said simply, his voice now feminine as well, to the figure approaching him from behind. Rhonda, Dan's wife of two months, reached out and removed the light pink can from Dan's right hand. Her body, glistening with water from her shower, was similar to the one that Dan now found himself in, though it was somewhat less fit. Hers was a softer, rounder, subtly fuller version, with a thick mane of honey blonde hair which was presently slicked down to her head and which only extended as far as the tops of her shoulder blades. She smiled a knowing smile at her formerly male husband. "I told you, Dani, to never use my things." She held the pink can up in front of her so that Dan -- now Dani -- could read it clearly. "I'm going to tell you the same thing my sister told me when I made the same mistake you did, Dani. 'Ron,' she said, 'do you see what it says here? "SRU Feminine Deodorant -- For Women Only*." And do you see that little asterisk there? Read the small print . . . "Gender Strictly Enforced." ' Always follow label instructions, Dani. Always follow the label instructions."