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The Babysitter

by

Paul G Jutras

 

The alarm went off and Sam's pink manicure hands reached out from the covers and shut it off. With a yawn, a pair of legs made smooth from last night shaved slipped out from the covers and set on the floor. There he flexed his matching polish toes and headed for her vanity to get dress and take his hormone pills.

In a black and white knit top, black mini skirt, nude hose and black shoes with enough of a heel that force him to almost walk like a ballet dancer on his toes, headed for school.

"They year is almost over and one of you here will graduate this school the head of your class." Sam's home room teacher said as he could help but glance at Sam's legs as he crossed them. "As of right now it looks like Sam Moons will be the one giving a speech at this year's graduation."

If the back room, a young man name Warren squeeze his pencil so hard that it snapped in two. The bell rang and he made a bee line for one of the hall's pay phone. "Mother, I think we need to have a talk."

Sam always walked home from school. Stepping in the supermarket to buy a new pair of pantyhose, some eyeliner, lipstick and nail polish remover, she stepped up to a dark haired female cashier. "I love your nails." The cashier with the name tag of Amy said.

"Thanks' but my toes are what cute on me." Sam said as he got her money out of his purse.

"Did you register your purse?" Amy asked.

"Register it?" Sam looked confused.

"A card that comes inside the purse allow you to register it so it can be replaced if damage or stolen." Amy said. "It's such a cute one."

"You mean register it on line don't you?" Sam asked.

"Did you do that?" Amy asked.

"No," I didn't," Sam said as he moved, not wanting to hold up the long line any more than he had been doing. As the light at Main St. turned green, she sprinted across in his heels like a pro track star.

"Glad you're home, Sam." Her mother said with a smile as she set his favorite snack before her child. "I got a call this afternoon. Mrs. Smith would like you to baby sit her son."

"Mom, I'm too old to baby sit." Sam complained.

"Graduation is almost here, dear." Her mother reminded her. "This will be the last time unless you adopt kids who give you grand kids to baby sit."

"Oh, all right." Sam sighed.

Sam got his school books and head over to the Smith's house after dinner. Outside of his classmate, Warren, he didn't know the Smith's had any other kids. Not knowing what age they might be he choose to hold on removing her nail polish until he got back home.

As she knocked on the door, Mrs. Smith gave a quick hello and goodbye as she grabbed her coat and rushed out to the car. Before Sam could say a word, Mrs. Smith was gone.

"Warren, you're here?" Sam asked confused. "I thought you would be gone while I babysat your little brother or sister."

"I don't have any brothers or sisters." Warren said. "It's embarrassing but mom just refused to believe I've grown up."

"Guess this will be easier than I thought." Sam said with some relief. "We can do our homework together."

"How about something to drink first," Warren asked.

"Thanks." Sam said as he took a sip. He had just finished putting the glass down when she started to feel dizzy. Feeling unsteady in her heels, she took them off, only to have her feet slide out from under her. "I don't remember my stockings being so frictionless."

He also noticed that things seemed to be getting taller as the room spun and his outfit changed to that of a frilly, lace trim blue dress. Beside him he watched in amazement as the heels in his shoes melted away into the sole and became a pair of flats.

As Warren helped Sam to lay down on the couch, Sam's clothes finished their transformation. "My mother is a witch and she wanted me to graduate head of the class with top marks. You're the only one standing in my way. Now you won't have to worry about any of that."

"What do you mean?" Sam thought as she found her voice changing. "What are you going to do to me?"

"The magic that altered reality and change you into a three year old girl," replied Warren. "Your mother and everyone has forgotten the old you and thinks I'm your babysitter instead of you being mine. I will graduate head of the class while you get to start your schooling all over again. Look at the bright side. Look at all the life years I've given to you now."

As Samantha sat there, she could do nothing but smile. Warren and his mother didn't know he grew up a little boy so what Warren thought of as a curse but turning Samantha into a little girl was nothing more than a disguise blessing to the former male.

THE END

  

  

  

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