Becoming a Prima Ballerina

Feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time Justin relaxed, letting himself fall asleep to the quiet melody still echoing around his room.

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Justin awoke feeling groggy, almost hung over. Rubbing the sleep from his eye he pulled himself out of bed, shocked to find gentle sunlight filtering through his blinds. If the sun was out...what time was it? Fumbling with his phone he clicked open the home screen to find it was already 8:30. He should have been in the office almost half an hour ago! Swearing he got to his feet only to immediately tumble over onto the floor in a heap. Slamming hard onto his chest and wincing with surprise and pain; he must have landed funny, that hurt a lot more than it normally would have.

Great start to the day.

With a groan he pushed himself up on his elbows to try and see what had tripped him. The damn slippers, he'd left them on last night and now the ribbons were loose and hanging about his dainty feet.

Wait, dainty?

He blinked in shock, properly taking in his body. The shoes still fit him perfectly but the ribbons, which had been laced tight enough to press into the skin were now loose. The ugly, dark hairs that had lined them were gone, leaving smooth curved skin behind. If he didn't know any better, he'd think they belonged to one of the dancers at the studio, not himself. Absentmindedly he bought a hand to rub at his chest, still aching slightly from the fall onto to stop in shock as he made contact. Even through his loose sleep shirt he could feel a round softness that shouldn't have been there.

With mounting confusion, he slowly turned his head further downward, his chest was protruding, two large mounds stretching the material. He could even see two tiny bumps threatening to poke through the material further. The shapes began to rise and fall with greater speed as his breathing became short and fast. This had to be some sort of dream. Or a rare sudden illness. Those couldn't possibly be what he thought they were. Right?

Filled with nervous energy he ripped off his shirt, throwing it to the side without looking at where it landed. His eyes were locked on his own body, now naked save the shoes and his boxers. On his chest was a pair of perky breasts with soft pink nipples already hardening further from the sudden cold. Just below them he could now see the smooth plane of his stomach; instead of a trail of dark hair dipping under the waist band the skin was now creamy and smooth, his boxers straining against his new widened hips. Filled with shock and no small amount of curiosity he raised his hand again. Long delicate fingers greeted him, each tipped with neat half moon nails. Moreover, his gangly arms had also been changed, now smooth and graceful looking just like his legs.

"This can't be happening..."

Even his voice sounded wrong. Well, not wrong but different. Gently he removed the ballet shoes, taking a moment to observe the feet that emerged from them. Like the rest of him they were smooth and dainty, these were exactly the sort of feet that looked at home in a pair of ballet slippers. Shaking the thought off he got to his feet and raced for the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wiping the layer of grime that had built up on the glass away. The face that blinked back at him was his own and yet it wasn't at the same time.

There were his eyes; no longer dull pools of brown, instead they radiated warmth and passion and were framed with dark lashes. His lips were full and dusted pink, matching the blush that was beginning coat his high cheekbones and nose. His now heart shaped face was framed with soft, shiny brown hair. It was still mussed from sleep but gone was the mousy colour and salaryman haircut. The woman who blinked back at him was beautiful, a match for any of the girls at the studio. With her gently sloping shoulders and long limbs, she looked like she belonged on the stage.

That was him.

But how? How could that woman be him? How could this have happened? Now that the shock was beginning to wane confusion became his primary emotion. He couldn't deny that he had been changed into a woman, a beautiful woman at that but how in the world was something like this even possible. After pacing for a few minutes, he remembered what Olivia had told him last night, about not wearing the shoes for too long. He remembered the strange vibrations he'd felt in the material as he wore them, that had to be it.

Quickly dressing himself in clothes that hung off his new body in all the wrong ways he grabbed his phone and ran out the door, ballet shoes in hand. With his other he dialled the office quickly excusing himself from work under the guise of being 'Justin's girlfriend'.

"Thanks for letting us know, we would have called him ourselves we've just been so busy here you understand." His boss responded and Justin felt his eyes roll, they hadn't even noticed he was late.

He couldn't help but wince as he hung up, hearing his boss mumble to himself about how unfair it was somebody 'like Justin' had a girlfriend over him.

He could feel his anger growing as he sat on the bus, stewing in his own emotions. How dare she do this to him? Were they all in on it? He should have known it was too good to be true, a bunch of women like that actually enjoying his company. It had all been some long con to make a complete fool out of him and it had worked! All he'd wanted was to listen to some nice music and feel happy for once, was that too much to ask? He'd even offered to listen out of the room so they didn't feel like he was being creepy!

By the time he reached the stop he was fuming. Storming down the alleyway to the studio to find it already unlocked. Flinging the door open in rage he found Olivia sitting at her desk, the rest of the room empty, it was still early, practice was nowhere near starting.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking somewhat concerned.

Were he not furious Justin would have understood; seeing a strange woman in ill-fitting clothes storm in off the street must have sent alarm bells ringing.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Excuse me?"

"You think this is funny?" He threw the shoes down at her feet, "If you didn't want me here you could have just told me to go! Instead of playing this sick joke on me. I don't know how you did it but undo it. Now!"

For a moment Olivia just blinked in confusion and then, realisation filled her eyes. Brining a hand to her mouth in shock she whispered:

"...Justin?"

"Who else?"

"This...how long did you wear the shoes?" She bent down and picked them up, eyes never leaving his new face.

"I fell asleep in them." He admitted, "How about next time, instead of giving some bullshit about how they are bad for your toes you say 'oh by the way, if you wear them too long, you'll get genderbent'!"

"I didn't know." She replied hollowly, "They're just supposed to help you unleash your inner artist. I knew they were magic, that they could change you but I never dreamed they'd do all of this."

Justin felt his anger beginning to dissipate as he took in the horror and guilt on Olivia's face.

"I swear." She continued, "I just wanted you to feel good about yourself."

They stood there for a few minutes not speaking as Justin processed everything. He stared down at his new body; the shoes were supposed to bring out his inner artist and confidence so why had they changed him into a woman? Glancing up at Olivia again he caught his reflection in the mirror and noticed despite everything he was standing straight, experimentally he tilted his head up. It looked good, it felt good.

Olivia gave him a quizzical look as he walked past her to study his reflection closer. Now that all those negative emotions had been vented, he was left with a sense of clarity and he realised that for all his shock and anger he didn't feel as though he'd lost himself. This woman in the mirror still felt like him, in a way more like him than his old body. It felt strange no question, a little awkward, but it didn't feel wrong.

Was this...was this body his inner artist?

"I'll call my old teacher." Oliva spoke up, "I'll ask if there is a way to break the spell. It must have gone bad over the years-"

"Wait."

Justin swallowed.

"Do you think...do you think I could try on one of the outfits? My clothes don't fit so well anymore and..."

Olivia smiled.

"Of course."

She ran to the storage room and rummaged around for a bit before emerging with a small bundle of folded clothes. As they walked to the break room, he couldn't help but notice an unopened plastic sleave containing a pair of white panties.

"I had a few pairs of new underwear." Olivia explained, seeing his confusion, "In case of...well it's a girl thing I am sure you understand."

He didn't but he nodded anyway.

"No bra though sorry. You'll have to go without for now." She bit her lip, "You'll need one though, with girls like that your back will need the support."

Despite himself he blushed, flattered more than he was embarrassed.

"Take your time!"

Olivia gently closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the kitchenette holding the soft bundle of cloth. With greater reverence than was probably necessary he placed them down and began to undress. When he reached his boxers, he realised for the first time he was going to see his new body fully naked. The idea made him flush, most women were familiar with their own bodies by this point. It felt odd to be somewhat unaware of what he would find between his legs now.

Swallowing down the nerves he flicked his thumb under the waistband and slowly lowered his underwear. The material slid down his hips, sending shivers back up his spine before dropping around his ankles. A neat mound of dark hair greeted him and unable to resist Justin lowered himself to the floor, spreading his legs to get a better look. The skin was pink and moist, he shivered as his new pussy was fully exposed to the cool air. Looking down at this angle, leaning back on his hands he could see both his breasts and pussy at the same time. An all too familiar state of arousal began to swirl in his stomach as butterflies burst forth. He watched, almost in a trace, as his nipples hardened to points and the wetness between his legs began to grow slightly.

Olivia had told him to take his time. There was no way she was going to disturb him so there was no harm in...familiarising himself with his new body. Right?

Leaning on one hand he took the other and raised it to his chest. He could see his digits trembling with nerves and desire as they hovered over his new breasts. Gently, he placed a soft fingertip to his nipple and gave a small gasp as sparks flew across his skin. The simple touch felt wonderful and he couldn't resist adding more pressure, closing his eyes to bask in the feeling. Moving on instinct he added another finger, rolling his nipple between them and only just managing to hold back a whimper as the sparks transformed into full bolts. Like lightning they forked through his body, nerves lighting up with the stimulation. Unable to resist he pushed his whole hand forward, grabbing the full boob in his hand and massaging it under his fingers. This time he wasn't able to stop a soft moan of pleasure escaping his mouth.

Biting down on his soft lip in an effort to stop such a thing happening again he continued, switching to the other breast before sitting up fully, allowing him to use both his hands to stimulate them together. The pleasure inside him began to pool in his lower stomach as more wetness leaked from his pussy. It ached to be touched, almost throbbing with need. It had been a long time for Justin, he knew if he were to slide a finger between those folds he wouldn't last long, nor would he be able to stay quiet. Olivia was sure to hear him in the next room but the temptation was too great.

With trepidation he released one of his breasts, moving his hand down the curve of his body till it rested on that mound of hair between his legs. He could feel the heat, the want, radiating there. Slowly, he parted the folds, pleasure immediately burst forth as he did so, skin almost coming alive with the intensity of the sensations. With a whimper he slid the finger along his folds, back and forth, gasping with each new wave of pleasure. His whole body shuddered as the tip of his finger brushed against his clit, his vision whiting out for a split second before returning. It felt so good, he couldn't stop. His finger swirled around that bundle of nerves, almost overwhelming him in ecstasy. His full breast still gripped tight by his palm sent matching waves of pleasure downwards, where they mixed together in his core, steadily building to a crescendo.

He could feel the inner walls of his pussy beginning to pulse, his muscles tightening involuntarily as each stroke sent him higher. Despite biting down on his lip, he couldn't stop the sounds from escaping; sharp breaths in and quick, desperate moans out. He was getting closer and closer to the edge. He pressed down on his nipple just as his other finger swirled around his clit one final time and the wave came crashing down. His whole body jerked as he came, sending a small stream of wetness out of his hole and onto the floor. Unable to stop himself he kept stroking, stretching out the waves of pleasure until he had to stop, his pussy so over sensitive continuing was impossible.

With a gasp he fell back, breathing heavily against the floor as he basked in the afterglow. He'd never cum so hard in his life, nothing had even come close. He rubbed at his lip; he could feel two little indents where his teeth had dug into the skin quite painfully. He'd been so preoccupied with the pleasure he hadn't not noticed. Clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly he stood, quickly washing off his hands and using a tissue to clean up all evidence of his activity before turning back to the reason he was here in the first place.

The clothes were still sitting neatly on the pile, a pair of white panties right on top still in their sealed plastic lining. Carefully he unpackaged and stepped into them. The material stretched easily and he could feel the tiniest scratch of lace at its edge as he pulled them into place. Unlike his boxers they hugged his skin, perfectly shaping to his now round, full ass. Justin found himself saddened by the lack of mirrors in this particular room. No matter how he twisted he couldn't quite see it in full.

Next came the tights, also white, made of soft stretchy fabric that smoothed over his skin easily as he pulled them up his legs. They too hugged his body; running his hand over his rear he realised the cleft of his ass must still be clearly visible. He held up the leotard with some amount of trepidation, the pink outfit was also made of a stretchy material but he could tell just by looking at it that the extra layer would do nothing to hide his new figure. Pulling it on felt strange, especially as he pulled his arms through the straps, settling the fabric across his naked chest. His breasts pressed again the material, creating prominent cleavage. Though thankfully, most likely due to his little experiment earlier, his nipples were soft and hidden beneath the pink fabric. He could still feel them though, rubbing against the soft cotton. He'd have to be careful, too much friction and they would harden again becoming clearly visible. He ran his fingers over the curve of his breasts and down his side until he reached his hip, perfectly tracing his new hourglass figure with wonder; until a knock at the door broke his reverie.

"Are you all done?"

Olivia, he'd almost forgot.

"Yes!"

She walked in and her hands flew to her face in surprise, at first his heart pounded with nerves. Had he forgotten to clean up after himself in some way? But then she smiled.

"Justin, you look wonderful!"

"Do I?"

"Come on!" She grabbed his thin wrist and pulled him back into the studio proper, shoving him before the closest wall to face his reflection.

Justin gasped, unconsciously copying Olivia's own gesture and watching as his reflection raised a dainty hand to cover his open mouth. Before him stood a ballerina; a woman full of natural poise and grace, her feet were already positioned ready to curtsy. She was a little curvier, with a much larger bust than was usually desirably in a ballet dancer but somehow, she made it work. Justin had never felt so desirable in all his life.

"One last touch." Olivia smiled, stretching a hairband between her fingers before gathering up his new waves. Pulling them into a dancer's bun.

He touched his fingertips to the new hairdo, marvelling in how soft and luscious his hair felt.

"Hey, who's the new girl?"

Shocked, he and Olivia turned to see Bella and several of the other women filing in the door. Olivia looked to him somewhat awkwardly, opening her mouth to say something before he beat her to it.

"Justine." He responded, "I...I'm new."

What was he doing? He should have just explained, crazy as it sounded, he could easily prove he was who he said he was. But that little voice in his head stopped him. That same one from last night. The one who wanted to have just one day as a normal woman before becoming Justin the Freak who got switched around by a pair of magic shoes.

"Nice to meet you." Bella smiled, Justin watched as her eyes dipped over his form, clearly appraising him. Maybe it was just the bright studio lights but he swore he saw desire shine in her eyes before she continued.

"Where are your shoes?"

He blinked, staring down at his feet, bare save the thin lining of his tights.

"She forgot them." Olivia finished, "I'll go get her a spare pair."

Justin just nodded; without the magic of the practice shoes would he even be able to dance? Bella began warming up and he did his best to copy her movements, surprised to find he could do so with ease. This form was full of flexibility and grace that came so naturally it astounded him. Bella chatted with him happily, though he couldn't help but notice she kept glancing at the door.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes!" She smiled a little too tightly, "I was hoping my friend Justin would come today, that's all."

"A man?"

"Yes, he likes the music and to watch us practice." Bella continued, "I know that makes him sound like a creep but I swear he's not. He really does just love watching the dances. But I pushed him a little too far yesterday."

Unable to help himself, Justin pushed further, balancing his leg up on the bar.

"What do you mean?"

"I thought maybe he'd like to dance with us but maybe I read him wrong."

"I think you're a good judge of character." Justin responded, earning him a somewhat quizzical look in return.

"We just met." She giggled.

"I'm a good judge of character too."

For some reason, Bella found this terribly funny and she burst into a fit of giggles that soon had Justin laughing as well. She laid a hand on his shoulder and he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin leotard. Again, he watched as Bella eyes dipped to his cleavage, her pink tongue licking at her lips quickly before she bit down on them and moved away. Justin stared at her lips with fascination, a familiar dampness began to well between his legs.

Olivia clapped her hands and the two women jumped apart as if they'd been shocked.

"Let's begin!"

Olivia quickly placed a pair of new ballet flats in front of him which he laced up his legs with deft fingers. The ribbons feeling right at home around his legs. He didn't explain to the others how 'Justine' already knew the routine and they didn't ask. After all this time watching combined with the confidence and vigour of his new body Justin found himself falling into line perfectly. He twirled and leapt, pointing his delicate toes and balancing with ease. He could feel his muscles stretching as he twisted and his breasts bounced heavily with every jump. With no bra to support them they were free to rise and fall with every leap and more than once he caught Bella staring. Her eyes fuelled that desire inside him and he funnelled that passion into the dance. His moves became sensual and fluid, occasionally his fingertips would brush against one of the other girls and he felt electricity pass between them.