Danny let out a sigh as he looked down at himself. "Damn it," he grumbled, looking down at his new attire. At the very least, he'd managed to escape the diaper the music box's ballerina outfit had put him in, but he wasn't sure this was all that much better. He had been left wearing a cute little dress with a poofy skirt and sleeves, a pair of white stockings, and some slippers that didn't look all too different from the ballet slipped he'd been previously forced into. Underneath the dress, he could feel his junk being snuggly tucked into a pair of panties, and a pair of fake fairy wings were slung over his shoulders. A hairband adorned with fake flowers was placed atop his head, and his hair had grown long enough to be tied into pigtails. The outfit had looked cute on the little girl who had been wearing it mere moments ago, but on Danny's teenage body, it just looked ridiculous. At least, he certainly felt ridiculous, he hadn't actually gathered up the courage to look in the mirror just yet.
For now, he looked back out the window again at the girl and he father, still on their way home, none the wiser that the daughter was now dressed as a baby ballerina. For a moment, Danny considered targeting them again, trying to hit the father so he could have a set of male clothing again, but after a moment of thought, he lowered the remote as quickly as he'd raised it. It was getting late, and he'd already messed up twice by swapping without really thinking. With his luck, he'd end up back in the ballerina outfit instead, and while his current attire wasn't much better, at least it was seemingly the outfit of someone who was potty trained.
"It's fine," he mumbled to himself, turning away from the window. "My clothes are still with Tina's music box, I can get them in the morning." As much as he would have liked to just go and get his clothes back now, the music box was in Brittany's room, for some reason, and he couldn't exactly get in there right now, as Brittany herself had gone inside, and he wasn't keen on explaining to her that he needed to get in so he could use a reality altering remote to retrieve his clothes from a music box. For now, he needed to wait until morning, and then he could swap back once Brittany had left. "I've just got to make it through the night with... this," he mumbled, looking down at himself.
As much as he wanted to just ignore his clothes and go to bed, this clearly wasn't an outfit made for sleeping in. After grumbling a bit to himself, he set about getting ready for bed. One by one, the pieces of his embarrassing costume came off, discarded onto the floor. The fake wings, the slippers, the stockings, the hair band. Even the hair ties keeping his hair in pigtails came off, forcing him to deal with the reality of the way his hair had grown. Finally, the dress itself was shed, leaving Danny in nothing but a pair of Disney princess-themed panties that felt just a little too snug. Now he just had to find this girl's pyjamas, and then he could go to bed and try to ignore all of this until morning. Even though he normally just slept in his boxers, for some reason he got the feeling that he needed to get "his" pyjamas on before he went to bed instead of just sleeping in "his" panties.
Opening up his wardrobe, Danny's face flushed red from embarrassment as he saw the assortment of little girls' clothes waiting for him, all sized up to fit his teenage body. It did make him wonder a little what the contents of his closet would have looked like what he still had the music box's clothes, but that ship had sailed. For now, he pulled out a light nightgown, which was unfortunately also pink, and pulled it over his head. With how light and flowy it was, it managed to make him feel clothed and naked at the same time, doing nothing to stop the light breeze from his window to reach up and underneath it. It would have to do for now though. In the morning, he could fix all of this and stop dressing like a little girl. He just needed to make it through the night. And so, leaving the remote next to his phone on the nightstand, he crawled into bed and did his best to ignore the odd feelings of his new clothes as he drifted off to sleep.
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