What happens when Danny Sweet is left alone for a weekend, perhaps longer, with the contents of his sister's closet? Are there any secrets at the Back of the Closet? Follow Danny's adventures in this StoryTree -- or write your own adventure!

"Yes, dear, what is it? We're just taking the exit to the I-5 North. Traffic is horrible." Mrs. Sweet sounded harrassed.

Danny could hear his father and sister, Penny, arguing. "I thought we were going to take the coast road!"

His father sounded annoyed. "That would take half again as long. We won't get to Berkely till after dark as it is, since you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend and all that scene."

"Well, he's going to miss me and I'm going to miss him."

"Will you two shut up?" Mom snapped. Then into the phone, "Is everything all right, Danny? You miss us already?"

"Well, yeah, but you and Dad are going to be back Monday, right? Unless you decide to stay at Aunt Steffie's for a few days and see San Francisco?"

"That's right. You're old enough to take care of yourself now and your father and I haven't really had a vacation alone in years." She whispered. "Soon as we get rid of your sister, we're going to party."

Danny laughed. "Well, you guys have fun and I can always FedEx you anything you forgot so you can have a good time. Don't worry about me."

"I'll try not to," his Mom said. "What did you say your name was again?"

Laughing again, Danny said goodbye and promised to be home to get a call or make one, later that evening. As soon as he hung up, he headed down the hall to his sister's room. Penny had packed a lot of her things to take to college with her but there ought to be plenty left in the back of the closet.

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Danny didn't even recognize some of the things in the back of Penny's closet. He knew what they were, he'd just never seen them before. "She never wears this stuff," he said to himself. He held up what must be a skintight sheath dress in a glowing pink, covered in little bronze plastic disks that would move and shimmer when the wearer walked. "Mom would have a freaking elephant if Penny ever wore this!"

Dad on the other hand would laugh himself comatose, Danny reflected. "Disco lives in my sister's closet," he said aloud. "Maybe all this stuff belonged to someone else?" Who, though? This had been Penny's bedroom, and off limits to prying little brothers for more than eight years. The few times his sister had caught him snooping around her things, she had thumped him severely--once even getting grounded for giving him a black eye. He'd gotten grounded, too, of course, for provoking her.

He wasn't sure exactly why he wanted to investigate his sister's things. For some reason he just did and he'd been planning this raid for months, ever since he'd learned that Penny had been accepted into Berkely and wouldn't be back till Thanksgiving. It had become almost an obsession and he kept his excitement at finally being in his sister's closet tightly wrapped. He'd suffered many pangs of anticipation waiting for his sister to leave for her chosen center of higher learning.

In order to defuse his adrenalin, he made stupid jokes to himself as he sorted through the strange and wonderful--costumes?--his sister had collected. A pair of Daisy Dukes and a skimpy, pink gingham bandeau would definitely have sent Mom on an all expenses paid trip to Conniption, Oklahoma if Penny had ever worn it. Danny even found a pair of rhinestone-encrusted cowgirl boots with four-inch heels against the back wall; footwear that surely must go with the Daisy Dukes.

"Nukyoolar physics," he muttered, conscious of the mispronouciation. "What the heck does a geekoid like Penny need with sexy clothes like these?" He held up a simple, black cocktail dress. It had a Peter Pan collar, cap sleeves and a slit in one side of the very short skirt. It looked practically mundane amid the other finery--except that the collar felt like the softest fur imaginable. Inky black, too.

What would it feel like to wear some of these clothes, Danny found himself wondering. "As if any of them would even fit," he complained.

Only one way to find out, he decided, selecting one outfit and heading toward the bathroom. He wanted to get a shower first, no sense getting Penny's stuff all stinky. His hands shook a little and he almost squealed outloud, forcing down the outburst with effort, his control almost as ragged as his breath.

Would it fit? How would he look in it? He couldn't wait to find out.

(I just finished a run in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", hence the idea and the title. :-)

Just to clear up some things about Danny. Danny was not, that he knew of, a transsexual; he was not a transvestite, or a sissy, or any of those things. He had never put on an article of womans' clothing nor had he ever had any desire to do so. If you had asked him about any of the above he would have said, "Trans ... whatsit?"

On the other hand, Bobby was not a macho asshole either. He was, everyone said, a genuinely nice kid. Physically, he had girl potential; he was 5' 8" tall, weighed about 125 pounds, and had androgynous features. Given his last name, he had, while growing up, been plagued with taunts of "Hey, Sweetie Pie" or "Doesn't Sweetums look precious today!" from the local bullies. That usually didn't last long as his father had, having faced the same last name difficulties while he was growing up, started him in martial arts classes at the age of five. Danny did not particularly like to fight, but neither was he going to be pushed around, and after about 3rd grade, it was only the occasional new bully in town that gave him any problems.

Danny did have long hair - very long hair. He liked it. It was the one thing about him that, had there been any others, might have led to him being called feminine by the people who saw him. He had, however, at the time our story opens, made a major decision, that, as he was now practically grown up, it was time for a haircut. The need for money and the lack of good job prospects for a boy with hair to his butt may have had as much to do with his decision as a new found sense of masculine maturity, however.

Oh, The Closet Fixation. There was a mystery to his sister's closet that had not existed in her closet at their old house. He had seen Penny enter this new closet several times, dressed in jeans, not made up, and with unkempt hair. He had seen her emerge dressed to the nines for a date--clothes, hair, and makeup immaculate. The time between entering and leaving The Closet (He had come to think of it as capitalized.) had been between three and five minutes. He had learned the hard way that questioning his older sister about anything was not a good idea, so he had remained silent. This "home alone" time was as good a time as any to investigate.

Onward:

Danny entered the closet. The front part was practically bare, as his sister had packed for college, but, as he suspected, he could not see the back of the closet for his sister's older clothes hanging toward there. Danny had read his Sherlock Holmes: If one discards the possible, then the impossible must be true; there had to be a doorway in the back - a doorway to somewhere else.

He pushed through the remaining clothes, felt a wave of disorientation sweep over him, then blackness. He found himself standing on a street that had seen better days in what looked to be a particularly gritty neighborhood of a large city. It was a gray, overcast day. Gray people were passing all around him, and they were all women - or at least he thought they were all women; they all seemed to have breasts, but they were all dressed in clothing with a very definite hint of masculinity. Mostly they wore suits - pants suits, but there were a few skirts. There were however, no bright colors, no sparkling jewelry, and no long hair, although the styles were feminine.

The one exception to the blah colors was the pink mist that seemed to surround the lamp post by which he was standing. As he was wondering about this he felt a hand on his arm pulling him backwards. His training was such that he could easily have broken the hold, but for some reason he made no move to do so. A soft feminine voice spoke. "Quickly, get inside. What do you think your doing, missy, letting that long hair show!? Don't you know the Femstapo are out looking for girls like you?"

*Missy? Girls like me?* Danny thought, confused enough by this that he let himself be guided through a door, which the woman quickly shut behind them. A quick glance told him that he was most likely in a beauty parlor and that this beauty parlor was most definitely not a unisex salon. Everything reeked of femininity, from the pictures and photos of especially girlie girl hairstyles to the pink and floral print wallpaper to the smell of cosmetics and hair styling products. He began to feel like he was drowning in estrogen. He turned attention to his captor.

She herself was a vision of femininity. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and she was wearing a pink smock and a black skirt; one inch black patent heels adorned her feet and danny felt that they were a bit formal for her work. He then wondered how he knew that, and how he recognized the smells as makeup and hair care products. He had never in his life been in a beauty salon. He came out of his revery to notice that Pearl - she had on a name tag - had pulled back and was looking at him now with a shocked expression on her face. "You're a hu-man." she stated in a melodious voice; "A male child hu-man."

Pearl

Danny was a bit put off. "Well. yes, of course, but I'm almost 18." he replied.

"Oh, dear," Pearl fretted. "How did this happen? You really shouldn't be here, you know. Wait! Did you notice anything about the lamppost?" she questioned him.

Danny replied that he noticed that it seemed to have a pink mist around it.

"That explains it." she said to herself. Then to him, "A special effect I borrowed from a friend who runs a water park for women. Welcome to Vaginia. I think your hair is the key. Were you planning on having anything done to it?"

A bit puzzled, Danny replied that he had just decided to get it cut.

"Cut." Yes, that would be a good idea for here. I see possibilities. Would you like me to do it for you? Free? For your hair, actually; I can use it for a wig."

Danny had a million questions, such as why wasn't he freaking out over all this and what the hell kind of name was Vaginia for a country, but somehow he was drawn to trust Pearl. He simply said, "OK, I'm in your hands."

Pearl made a sweeping gesture toward a salon chair by a wash basin and said in a very poor Dracula impression, "Enter of your own free will."

And Danny did.

Pearl drew a cape - pink - around his shoulders and then pulled his long pony tail out from underneath it and unbound it. She turned on the water and leaned him back so that all his hair rested in the sink and his neck fit into a depression in its edge. As she began to massage the shampoo into his hair, Danny felt the most wonderful relaxing sensation he'd ever felt. By the time the cutting started, he was in a trance-like and very agreeable state.

Awhile later: "I think you'd look lovely as a redhead. (Danny was a drab brunette) Does that sound nice, dear?

"Yes." Through a haze, *Redhead?*

Still later: Danny was brought out of his hazy daze by a feeling of tugging on his head and objects being placed in it. "What?"

"Just adding a bit of curl. That's all right, isn't it, dear?"

"Yes." By this time Pearl could have suggested sexual reassignment surgery and Danny would have said yes. Would that be on the agenda at a later time?

Danny at this point

Danny felt wonderful warmth surrounding his head, but didn't realize he was under a dryer. The next sensation was tickles on his face and dimly he heard, "Just a makeover, darling, it comes free with the hair."

Deep down it felt wrong, but on the surface, oh, so right.

Finally he felt the effects of comb and brush and spray and pins. "An updo, dear. A girl's first hairdo should be special."

"Girl ??" he managed to get out through the haze.

"Why yes, dear. You saw the pink haze. You have a ways to go, true, but the spirit is there. You don't mind, do you?"

His brain fought it, but what came out was, "No."

Finally. "OK, sweetie, you're done ... for now. We must hurry and get you back before the Femstapo senses you." Pearl helped Danni to her - No, damnit! Danny to his feet. The use of the old bullying term "Sweetie" had started to clear away the haze. But before he could really protest, they were out the door and by the lamppost, and Pearl was bidding him goodbye. "I'm sure we haven't seen the last of each other, Danni", she said as she gave him a little shove. "It has been a pleasure working on such a potentially lovely young lady. Say hello to Penny for me. You two do need to talk."

And then the pink haze around the lamppost caught him and he fell into blackness. Once again he was disoriented, but quickly realized he was back in his sister's closet. His head felt much lighter, and as he staggered out into her bedroom, he placed his hand to his head and felt his hair. He could tell it had indeed been cut, but something told him it was not a style he would get from Joe the barber. He could also taste something suspiciously like strawberries on his lips. He swung around and looked in the mirror atop Penny's vanity.

"OHMYGAWD !!!!"

What Danny (Danni ?) saw.

to be continued ?

He went right to her bookshelf searching for his Braldron IX video game cartridge that he was almost sure his sister had swiped from his room the last time she had the house alone to herself. Then again maybe his mom or dad finally carried through on their threat to ground him from his favorite video game after that prank he pulled last week on Jimmy Nellings, the little eight year old twirp down the block. Sticking gum on the kid's bicycle seat. It was only in retaliation for the little brat having done the same thing to Danny the previous day but even so the rotten little tattle tail, Jimmy, went and told Danny's mom about it and not too long after that the video game cartridge mysteriously vanished.

Penny's room was where mom and dad usually hid stuff they took from Danny when he was on restriction or grounded for one reason or another. It seemed like the last place on Earth a sixteen year old boy would ever look was in a pink painted room with a frilly white canopy bed and a closet full of girl's clothes, but Danny had wised up and discovered this was where mom and dad liked to hide his latest video game cartridge when he was grounded.

Sure enough "Braldon IX" was right there hidden behind a row of dolls and stuffed toy animals on the top shelf. He'd be able to play his video game after all but he'd have to remember to return it back to its hiding place before mom and dad got back home or he'd be double grounded for sure.

Danny wondered what other things were hidden in this room. A room he'd only been in a few times before and even then, only briefly. The smell of perfume and baby powder and skin moisturizer in here was pretty overwhelming sometimes. Even now he was almost ready to gag at how much hair spray lingered in the air in his big sister's room.

He decided to go ahead and open a window in here to let the place air out a bit. He pulled back the frilly white curtains and pulled back the heavy iron latch and slid the window open. Looking down over the red ceramic tiled roof from Penny's window, Danny saw the driveway below and glanced up through the still thick morning fog and saw the hazy blob of light that was the sun. The fog wouldn't burn off at least until around lunch time so he'd have plenty of time to play his video game before heading off to the park to play some baseball with his friends.

The cool morning air was a welcome relief to his perfume choked lungs and he just stood there for a long while just taking in deep breaths of fresh air and glancing about through the fogbank at the shadowy traces of cars parked across the street.

After a few minutes he turned his attention back to his immediate surroundings. Now seemed like the most opportune time to more fully explore his sister's room and see if there might be other things hidden in here that were his. If anything maybe he'd find an old diary of hers and get to have a chuckle or two reading it.

Her dresser was chocked full of girls clothes. Panties, stockings, bras, designer jeans and socks among other things. The stuff in here was mostly junk she had outgrown or things maybe out of style or things she just plain hadn't bothered packing to take with her to college. There were a few training bras in there which made Danny chuckle a bit. It was clear evidence his big sister was a bit of a pack rat as far as clothes were concerned. Her other bras in the dresser drawer were of much bigger size than the training bras.

Finding no secret stash of diaries or anything of any real interest in her dresser, he turned his attention to her closet. He opened the big French doors and was greeted with a wall of dresses and skirts hanging there all scrunched up and tightly packed together. Below was a sea of shoes set neatly beside one another in perfect pairs from pumps to flats to tennis shoes and here was even further evidence his sister was a pack rat for many of these shoes obviously no longer fit her but were kept here with the others just the same.

Her army of shoes were so well organized in tight formation that Danny dared not disturb them for fear his neat freak of a sister might discover someone had been snooping through her closet.

He saw a stack of cardboard boxes off to the right of all the shoes and turned his attention to that. He carefully reached in and lifted out a box. It was rather heavy and he nearly dropped it as he stumbled back from the closet and finally set it down on the end of the bed.

The box contained some old winter clothes. Mostly mittens, scarves, and sweaters but at the bottom of the box were some books and even a couple heavy empty flower pots. Nothing of much interest to Danny though, so he went and fetched another box from the closet. This one had some clothes from when his sister was in early grade school. Probably third or fourth grade. He wondered why she kept these at all.

He grabbed for the last box in the closet but it was too heavy to lift. He decided to go ahead and drag it through the sea of girl's shoes and face what consequences he may face later on.

He pulled the box out, dragging it out to the center of the room and opened it up for a look inside.

Inside were bags and bags of garden and river rocks and sea shells. He remembered his sister used to collect them years ago as a sort of a hobby before she got older and discovered boys and then that became her hobby, as the many posters on the walls in her room could attest.

He poured out a bag of seashells on the floor and discovered there were some coins and trinkets mixed in along with some old jewelry. That got his curiosity up and he emptied another bag of shells and found much the same. He emptied them all out one by one onto the white carpet making a horrible mess of sand and debris crumbs he'd later have to vacume up to cover his trail.

That was all there was, though. Just some seashells, river rocks, and jewelry. He picked up a big pink and white conch shell and held it to his ear to listen to the sound of the ocean. The shell rattled a bit as he moved it so he shook it and out into the palm of his hand dropped a tiny silver ring.

The ring had a small pink coral stone on top and strange faded writing along the inside of the band. The ring felt little cold to the touch. Almost nearly as cold as if he'd held an ice cube instead. The pink coral stone almost seemed to glow a bit through the tiny little cracks in the rock. He read the inscription aloud to himself,"For a little girl or if you're not, a gift of girlness from within this rock."

There were little hearts and flowers etched along the inner band bedide the strange words.

Danny was about to set the ring down but wondered where in the world his sister had obtained it from. "Certainly not a gift from mom or dad," he pondered aloud. "Or Grandma or Grandpa or even Uncle Lou."

He wondered if maybe the ring had been in the shell all along and his sister never even knew about it or if it had been part of the jewelry dumped in the shell bag with the conch shell. He chuckled as he re-read the part about "a gift of girlness from within this rock." He knew it implied that if a boy were to wear the ring he'd change into a girl but that was such an impossibility that he ruled it out right away as a joke. Even so he slipped the ring on his finger to validate to himself that it really was a joke.

Whatever boundary of nature or twist of fate or law of all that exists in the world which keeps a girl a girl and a boy a boy and keeps them apart throughout life in seperate and distinctive roles was lifted the moment Danny Sweet put that ring upon his finger. For instantly and even before the ring curse began transforming his body, Danny felt as though he'd passed through an invisible barrier, leaving his maleness instantly trapped on the other side and a strange new feeling of femininity overwhelmed his senses.

The ground trembled and a supernatural breeze blew upward from the carpet, scattering the seashells and rocks all about the room in disarray. A tingle in Danny's tummy grew downward through his belly to his crotch at the same time his maleness in his crotch shriveled and pulled upward and inward to meet and mysteriously conjoin with the tingling force deep within. A giddy weakness overcame him unlike any he'd ever known before and he rapidly shrank down and changed into a little girl - clothes too, for they were not exempt from whatever strange spell was doing this to the poor boy, and then, just like that, it was over.

Danny Sweet was now a little girl.

She sat there unconsciously tugging at the ring, trying to remove it. An action she began the moment the terrifying changes began to take place but it was useless. The ring would not budge from her finger. It was stuck there somehow by magic. It was stuck with her and she was stuck with it.

She couldn't help but cry at the helplessness of the situation. She was trapped a little girl somehow by this spooky, crazy old ring and took all her boyness away.

She pressed her little hands against the sides of her face, feeling her smooth soft pudgy little cheeks. Then she ran her fingers up through her auburn locks and glanced from shoulder to shoulder in amazement at the puffy white sleeves of her play dress. She took note of her shiny black flats she wore on frilly white sock covered feet. Her tears stopped as her fear of what had happened to her was replaced with feelings of amazement and an incredible sense of inner peace. Being torn so suddenly from raging teenage male hormones and dropped off in a little girl's body like this was an oddly relaxing sensation but none the less eerie going from somewhat horny teenaged boy to suddenly having absolutely no sex drive whatsoever.

Whatever magic did this to her left her memories completely intact except somehow severed or severely impaired Danny's mental connection to being biologically naturally attracted to girls. Now that she was a girl, and a little one at that, barely five years old from Danny's guess, her mental pathways, at least as far as sexual development was concerned, had somehow been reset - nullified. Perhaps it was part of the ring's design to protect and ensure the magic ring wasn't misused by some sick demented pervert. With sexual preference turned back to zero Danny would have to decide all over again... when the time was right and she was old enough of course.

She sat there for awhile, just tapping the ring stone, just tapping it lightly to see if it was done with whatever it had to do still, and then she finally stood up.

Danny did indeed find the expected treasure trove at the back of Penny's closet.

Penny had a hoarding mentality. She never threw anything out. This meant that the things Danny found in the back of Penny's closet were things that she had outgrown, but they fit Danny just fine.

He luxuriated in the silken feel of the nylon panties, the lacey brassieres, and the lovely slips. He had all the time in the world, so he laid his selections out on Penny's bed. Slowly he began his transformation.

He delighted in the texture of Penny's nylon panties with the pretty lace trim. With practiced ease he donned the bra, pausing to stuff it with tissues. He snapped a garter belt into place and pulled those lovely nylons over his still smooth legs. He had not yet developed much in the way of body hair.

With delight he pulled a slip over his head and smoothed it over his now very feminine curves. He just had to admire himself in Penny's full-lengh mirror. He struck several very sexy poses, admiring the not-quite-a-girl-but-not-quite-a-boy he saw in the reflection. Excitedly and impatiently he completed his dressing, slipping the lovely pastel green party dress over his head and stepping into the matching pumps.

He pranced and posed in front of the mirror, admiring his girlish figure, enjoying the feel of the dress and slip, the confining snugness of the bra and stockings. He raised his skirt to admire the lacey garter belt. Oh, how marvelous he felt! If only he could somehow find some makeup and perhaps a wig, all would be perfect.

Perhaps Penny had some makeup stashed away in the very back of the closet. He decided to search a bit further. As he pushed Penny's clothes to the other side of the closet, he noticed something quite peculiar.

There was a door at the back of the closet.

The door was white and fastened shut with a simple hook-and-eyelet fastener. What could possibly be there? As far as Danny knew, there was no plumbing to access. This had to be a secret compartment. Perhaps Penny had hidden some additional goodies back there.

He unfastened the hook and swung the door open. There appeared to be another room beyond the door. Heedless of any danger, Danny stepped into the room. He felt along the wall for a light switch, but could find nothing.

Suddenly he fell forward, into darkness.

It seemed as though he was falling forever. He panicked in anticipation of the impact that never came. As he fell, it seemed that he was slowing. A breeze lifted his skirt like a parachute. And then he landed lightly on the floor.

But where had he fallen? All around him was a consuming darkness, the kind that seemed to drink up any light unfortunate enough to be caught in its arms. Danny wanted to scream, but no sound would form in his frightened mouth. He felt as though he could not breath, and began to hyperventilate.

Then, as his eyes adjusted to the light, he thought he could make out the outline of a doorway. Having no other option, he moved towart the opening.

* * * * *

Billy Bear lived in the Enchanted Forest with his wife, Betsy Bear.

Now just what is the Enchanted Forest? Oh, it is a wonderous place just around the corner of your imagination. Because, in the Enchanted Forest, all of the animals walked, talked, worked, and lived just like people.

Everybody who knew Betsy and Billy knew that they were very much in love. They loved going on long walks holding paws and gathering honey. They loved giving each other bear hugs. And at the end of the day, just after supper, Betsy and Billy loved to sit on the porch swing just outside their cave and cuddle.

It was a wonderful Spring day when Billy kissed Betsy goodbye and walked to town to open their candy shop for the day's business. Billy opened early, swept up, cleaned the windows and the glass display counters, and re-stocked the jars and counters. Later in the day Betsy would come to the shop to fix lunch. The two bears would then take turns making candy and waiting on customers. At six Billy would fix dinner and at eight-thirty they would close the shop and go home to their cave. The shop was open from Tuesday through Saturday and was closed on Sunday and Monday.

Billy had just finished sweeping up when he heard a knock at the cupboard.

The cupboard did not contain anything, and never would. For this cupboard was the magical doorway that his friend Penny used to visit the Enchanted Forest from her own world. Penny was a human, and their were no humans living in the Enchanted Forest, only animals.

It had been many years, and Billy thought his old friend had forgotten about him. Now he heard knocking at the cupboard door. Could this be his friend, back for a visit after all this time?

Imagine Billy's surprise when he opened the door and did not find his friend Penny. Instead he found a human boy wearing a green party dress. And the boy was crying.

"Please help me! I'm lost!"