Part 7

Part 7:

Cedric locked Mary back into her seat with handcuffs. He surveyed the room. There were now four women in the proper jumpsuits. He could feel the eyes of the arrestees watching him; he must have looked silly! He certainly felt like it. He scratched at his lavender colored winter hat while a women's fur coat sat atop his brown uniform shirt. The shirt was beginning to feel huge on his body, though Cedric's thick fur coat did a good job hiding it, even from Cedric himself. Beneath the shirt and coat was a pink tank top and a white lace bra. Cedric nearly tripped over his wool uniform pants while moving across the room as they felt suspiciously big. The short, black skirt beneath the pants further complicated his steps, and his penis rubbed uncomfortably inside the white thong around his hips. The Sam Browne belt containing his weapons was the only thing holding Cedric together, though even that was starting to feel loose.

Cedric pointed to the nearest girl who he had seen once or twice. He didn't care who he brought in anymore. All he had to do was ensure they didn't physically touch. The girl took a deep breath as he approached.

Cedric was very careful not to touch the young woman at all. He managed to carefully remove her cuffs off without any skin to skin contact. He pointed to the door, feeling his long sleeve uniform shirt hanging off his body as if he didn't fill it out as well as he had before.

The girl stood while wearing a bewildered expression. She wore a very tight pink cocktail dress with a deep, plunging neckline. The dress wrapped around the back of her neck. She had mid back length brown hair and long red nails. The dress barely covered her genitals and she had very mild curves.

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Cedric followed behind her with at least one step separating them. He was sure to avoid the legs of the women sitting around him as he feared any skin contact would cause a clothing swap. He had to stop and scurry around one woman who seemed to notice his power was slipping away. She intentionally put her legs into his path. She was emboldened when Cedric recoiled away and tip toed around her.

Cedric struggled his way to the door and unlocked it with his key ring attached to his belt. The young woman stepped inside and Cedric followed before closing the door behind them.

Cedric threw a bag onto the table and stood several feet away.

"Put everything in the bag. Put on a jumpsuit then leave." He shakily ordered.

She sighed and started to do as he asked. Cedric turned away from her. He didn't want to be tempted by her naked body! He thought back to Mildred and even Mary. He would not take the bait or allow himself to fall victim to this girls feminine wiles!

He filled out the woman's paperwork slowly before asking her, "What's your name?"

She responded to him softly, "Sarah Turner."

Cedric could hear Sarah removing her clothing and fishing for a jumpsuit. He took deep breaths and resigned himself to being unable to sneak ANY peeks. He focused on his paperwork, trying to ignore her completely. Cedric didn't notice as Sarah approached him from behind. She gently placed her delicate, painted fingernails onto Cedric's hand which was resting on the table.

Cedric jumped away and sprinted across the room, stumbling over his pants while screaming, "Don't touch me!"

Sarah stopped and looked at him in amazement while asking, "Are you okay? I was just trying to-"

Cedric cut her off and pointed at her with a shaky finger, "St-stay over there! Go back to the waiting room!"

Sarah furrowed her brow and scoffed. She already wore her green jumpsuit and flops along with her laminated wristband. She tossed her brown hair behind her and opened the door. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at Cedric who was still standing in the corner watching her. She tugged the door and it closed with a *click*.

Once the electronic lock engaged, Cedric fell back against the nearby shelf and caught his breath. He looked down at the hand that Sarah had touched and saw that nothing was out of place. His calloused, masculine hand looked just as it should. He released a sigh of relief and walked to the front of the table. He secured Sarah's belongings into a bag and tossed it into storage.

Cedric grunted as he itched the hat on his head. It must have been made with a fairly uncomfortable material because it certainly itched a lot, kind of like the coat. He scratched at the ball of fake hair in the lavender colored winter hat. The ball was a little bigger than Cedric remembered. He shifted to itching his chest which seemed somewhat bloated beneath the layers. But, at the same time his gut appeared smaller than before.

Cedric prepared to take off his coat and shirt to reassure himself that his 'changing' body was all in his mind, but he stopped when he noticed something different. His fingernails! They were coated with red polish!

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Cedric checked both hands and saw they were painted like a woman! It looked silly on his masculine hands. He made one quick attempt to try and wipe it off but knew it was futile. Cedric shook his head. That BITCH just had to come touch his hand, didn't she? At least his fingernails were not NEARLY as long as Sarah's were.

They must have all been in on it. That was the only explanation. He had to find a way to avoid touching the toxic [i]whores[/i] or face the consequences.

Cedric returned to the 'lost and found' box and procured a set of women's gloves.

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They were purple and pink and felt tight all over. The gloves weren't meant for his large, manly hands. The color and style were embarrassing for him to wear, but, he would otherwise have to let people see his nails which was even worse.

He hesitated to open the door back to the holding area. This was NOT how he expected the night to go. Cedric shook his head as he recounted everything that had happened. He had to go home. At this point, he needed to call it off completely and scrape all this feminine shit off his body. He didn't care about getting the job done anymore!

With his decision made, Cedric's gloved hand pressed open the door and his eyes met the bright lights of the holding area.