Waking the next morning wasn't quiet as strange for Daniel. After three days, he was slowly getting used to waking with the feel of large womanly breasts on his chest and the soft cool feeling of nylon around his body. He was still hard-pressed to get used to his much longer tapered finger nails and he stabbed himself in the eye twice when trying to rub sleep from them.
It was a warm day and there were no plans to go out, so, in spite of his inner reluctance, he put on a skirt and sleeveless top and slipped his feet into a pair of two-inch heeled mule sandals. He didn't have any male clothes, anyway.