Socially awkward Darren decides to be bold and go out for the first time all summer.

Yet the world refuses to give him a break.

“Hello?”

“Holy shit you actually picked up your phone for once!”

“Ha...”

“Dude lighten up, you wanna come clubbing with me, Christina and some of her mates tonight?”

“It's not really my scene...”

“Oh come on man, you NEVER come out and Christina's friends are hot man!”

“Well...”

“Come onnnnn! You can just leave early if you don't like it aye?”

“Yeah alright then, I guess it might be laugh!”

“My man! I'll seeya at The Ministry at 8, yeah?”

“Sounds good!”

Darren didn't really think it sounded good, but he desperately needed to improve on his social life and this would likely do him a whole lot of good.

His best friend, and only friend — Francis, had been trying to get him out of the house all summer, but being the third wheel around him and Christina never really took Darren's fancy.
Yes, Francis and Christina were hopelessly in love, and it physically sickened young Darren to be anywhere near them.
He had always enjoyed hanging out with Francis, but ever since he'd started dating Christina they had been inseparable.

Being a scrawny, 'ugly' young man to put it bluntly, Darren had never so much had talked to a girl yet alone been in a relationship. He was waiting until they all matured and stopped caring about looks so much but alas it seemed that day would never come.

“Mum!”

“Yes Darren?”

“I'm going out!”

“Out....?”

“Ummm yeah...”

“Like... with people?”

“Yes...”

“Oh, well, have fun honey!”

“I'll try! Don't wait up, bye!”

Darren closed the door behind him and took a deep breath from the night air before taking small, cautious paces down the street.
He barely knew where the 'Ministry' was, but how was he supposed to know if he'd never been clubbing before?

After looking all over town, too afraid to ask passers-by, he eventually found the club. It's large flashing lights frightened and unnerved him, thoughts started pacing around his head; 'Maybe I should just go home, home is safe, if I'm at home then I ca-'

“Darren! There you are mate, I thought you'd wimp out!” Francis laughed proudly.

“Ha... yeah, I thought, you know, I might as well... Hey Christina..”

“Hey Darren!” Christina smiled awkwardly.

“Well...” Francis broke the silence, “Christina's buddies are waiting inside so, let's go!”

Staggering out of the club; Darren couldn't believe what a night he had had, he somehow managed to let himself loose of all his anxieties and generally had a good time.
He was even smiling, when was the last time he had actually smiled!?

Francis put his arm on Darren's shoulder, “Dude, best night ever! You're actually pretty fun when you're drunk and holy shit can you dance!”

Darren shrugged and grinned, “well, ya know!”

“So listen man, me and Christina are gonna head off now, are you cool going home? I think Lisa's walking your way so you can keep her safe yeah?”

“Yeah man, it's no dramas.”

“Cool, here..” Francis winked, tossing him a small foil package, “You might get lucky, I think Lisa quite likes you ya know.”

Darren smiled as he watched the couple walk off hand-in-hand before turning around to find Lisa fiddling around with her mobile.
He took another deep breath from the night air and cooly approached his new-found crush, “So... are you heading home now?”

Lisa looked up and smiled, “Sure am, do you mind walking me all the way? I live in a bit of a funny neighbourhood see.”

“Oh yeah, it's no problem babe, let's go!”

Now, Darren had never considered himself the 'smoothest', but he seemed to be really hitting it off with Lisa; they were flirting and laughing.. Heck, maybe he would get lucky tonight?

“Oh,” Lisa leaned over to Darren's hips, “You have some dirt on your...”

“On my...?” Darren asked, looking down, whilst trying to hold back an erection.

“What's this?” she held up the condom Francis had previously given him, with a stern expression pasted across her face.

“Oh that, ummm...”

“What exactly were your plans for tonight?” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“No, no, no, you don’t understand I...”

I feel it coming in the air....

Save me.

Darren awoke, stretched out along a bench, 'Fuck, did Lisa think I was gonna rape her? Did she knock me out?'
But his thoughts were soon distracted by a pain running through his groin, he screamed in an embarrassingly high pitch, luckily there was nobody around to notice it.
He put his hand down towards his groin when he noticed 3 things, 1 — his fingernails were painted red and the tips were long and perfectly filed, 2 — he was wearing a red dress, and most importantly... 3 — he couldn't feel his man parts!

He panicked as he examined his body from the feet up - he was wearing high-heeled shoes (also red), had shaved legs, multiple rings and bracelets, the red dress which boasted a lot of cleveage, and a head of long brown hair.

'Wait.... Cleveage!?'
he had boobs! Big, womanly boobs that he could actually feel when he touched them, as if they were actually his own!?

"What the?" he spoke out loud, once again in a higher tone than usual.

He held onto the sides of the bench, as if he was on a roller-coaster, 'had he switched bodies with some chick?'
Oddly enough, that seemed the most logical explanation.
Panicking, he decided he had to check it out and so edged over to the public toilets across the road.

He stood, gazing into the mirror with his mouth wide open.
He hadn't just turned into some chick, that was HIM in the mirror! Him with all sorts of makeup on and with two strange, yet realistic additions to his body.
I mean, he looked nothing like a boy anymore, the face staring back at him in the mirror... that was all girl.

"Woah! Honey, I think you walked into the wrong toilets"

Darren turned around, still with an open mouth, to find a young man, presumably in his early 20s looking over him.

"Oh, I... Sorry..." Darren raced out of the toilets.

The young man shook his head and laughed, "It's always the pretty ones...."

Darren wondered the streets, afraid of what to do, when he finally took note of the dainty black handbag hanging from his left shoulder.
He sat back down on another bench and examined the contents, it was all of his pocket contents along with a few new additions:
It held his phone, his wallet, his keys, a... *sigh* makeup bag, and a small piece of paper.
He held the paper in his newly feminine hands and read it over, 'Daisy, press re-dial if you want to know more....'

"Who the fuck is Daisy?" he whispered softly to himself.

He looked over at his phone, 'No... they can't mean....', without any further thought he hit re-dial.

"Daisy, how nice of you to ring at last..."

"Who's Daisy and WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

"Woah, calm down sweetheart, all will be revealed if you just co-operate."

"Co-operate!? I'm a freakin' woman!"

"I'm aware, and you got all you deserved..."

"What!? What did I do?"

"I shall now answer your first question... We are a charity set up by rape victims who help bring perves, such as yourself, to justice. The court has been much to soft on you twisted bastards."

"W..w...what!? But I'm no perve!"

"Yes, of course you're not honey.... Young Lisa brought you to us with good reason and so we decided you were eligible for our new programme."

"Which is....?"

"Giving you a taste of your own medicine, let's see how you like being a young lady wandering the streets alone at night. And if you do happen to get raped then well... it's nothing more than you deserve."

"But I'm not a creep I.... I'm not even a woman, I can't get raped?"

"Oh really, because you look pretty womanly to me? And you may have realized that little hole downstairs.."

"You castrated me!?"

"Of course not sweetheart, we merely tucked in your little friend."

"What the hell!? Untuck it! And how do I take off these ridiculous things!?"

"I presume you're talking about your breats, and I'm afraid only our special adhesive will remove them or 'untuck' your little friend."

"Bitch!"

"Hahaha have a nice night, Daisy. And if you're still alive in the morning, give us a call."

Daisy took a deep breath from the night air.

"Why did I ever leave my sanctuary?"