Intro: Well, I've had this sitting in my Documents folder unfinished for a long time, but I finally decided today it was time to finish, polish and introduce myself with it since I've started to build up quite the collection of ideas for other stories I can't wait to write if people want me to. I've kind of tried to make it my own personal ideal TG story with all the things I've grown to love in the many years I've been coming to Fictionmania. This is kind of like a thank you and a giving back to all the authors of stories I've read and enjoyed here (of which there are too many to mention) over the years. Hopefully someone out there likes it ... it certainly works for me, I was still turning myself on doing the umpteenth polish :)

 

Forever Magic

by Sarah Tandomwerk

     

1. A Strange Delivery

For Ethan Alexander, it began like any ordinary day. The plan was simple in that there was no plan. It was a Tuesday. No. It wasn't even that particular. It was an any-given, plain old, same old everyday weekday. He would go to work like always, bash the keyboard for 7 hours like always, and finally come home and enjoy beer and age-old sitcom reruns, like always.

Did this apparently dull life bother our protaganist? After 20 years of it since leaving college full of aspirations? Even Ethan himself would concede ... not really. It was a comfortable, sustainable pattern. Ethan had quickly realised towards the end of his 20s that merely fantasising about the wonderful things he could make of his life while under the influence of longterm-lethal amounts of alcohol was not only more fun but rather easier than any real attempt at advancement. This, then, was how he found his life in the morning.

It was an innocent knock at the front door that jolted Ethan off one such train of thought on the morning in question. It had to be the mailman, of course. But what reason would there be for him to knock? thought Ethan, quietly rising from his bed, wondering in the process whether there was anyway he could possibly avoid facing strangers at this raggedy-looking hour. He couldn't recall ordering anything recently; though, walking from the kitchen through the hall, he racked his brains thinking through the numerous things he'd ordered that had simply never showed up. It had, surely, to be one of those, he guessed with a faint stab of excitement.

"Mr. Alexander?"

"Yah, that's me."

"Small package for you, if you'd just sign - right there."

Ethan obediently scribbled his name, or something ambiguously approaching it, curiously eyeing the small packet in the mailman's hand. The shape and size of the mysterious item didn't seem to fit any of the prodigal purchases he'd previously considered it might contain. He thanked the mailman and disappeared back inside, picking at the opening of the packet even while walking back to the comforting scent of his favourite coffee emanating from the kitchen.

The second thing that occurred to Ethan after opening the packet was that there was no accompanying delivery note, no invoice, no, nothing of the kind within. No explanation, then, for the first thing he naturally noticed - what he found, removed, and placed, agog, on the polished table top next to his matching white latte mug. Nothing in this mystery delivery but a spring-scented little girl's pair of panties. White, cotton, utterly non-descript, just a pair of panties, "Ages 7-8" printed on the label in the plainest of fonts.

Ethan took his eyes off the strange delivery to check the time. It was, he mused habitually, time to go to work. He put the panties back in the packet and put them in the middle of the table. He'd resume this mystery after work, he told himself.

Approaching the front door, however, something strange happened. Ethan had always considered himself quite the scatterbrain, but what he felt with overpowering spontaneity was nothing like his usual distractions. Reaching for the door, he realised that he couldn't focus on anything but the strange underwear, and that every move he made away from them made the feeling only more powerful. Turning the handle, he realised almost with embarrassment that he was inexplicably hornier than he had ever been in his life, like his very sex could explode at any second; and Ethan knew, deep down, that there was no way he was leaving the house. Something, like a voice, was simply telling him this. He wasn't leaving until he did something. He put his bag down by the door and walked, a little wobbly, back to the kitchen. He needed to see those things again ... so badly. He knew it was ridiculous ... but he'd never felt like this before.

2. A Strange Change

Ethan practically tore the panties back out of the packet. Suddenly, he knew, that was it. It hit with the clarity of waking or breathing. He was supposed to try them on. How he knew this, he didn't know; but some unknown force was compelling him - no, ordering him, forcing him - to try them on. Even though this underwear was about three decades too small for him, let alone the wrong sex, that same unknown force was saying that these earthly limitations were not important.

He found himself unbuttoning his jeans, right there in the middle of the kitchen, slipping them down his legs with his own underwear, kicking off his shoes, and picking up the panties, he began to get the most bewildering erection he'd ever experienced. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought. Yet on with the panties, over his feet.

That's where he finally stopped himself. But it wasn't willpower that froze him in the act. Something even stranger than the delivery, stranger than the feeling he had felt going to open the front door, stranger than his arousal by an unknown little girl's underwear, something genuinely strange had happened when the panties passed over his feet, and he knew why the size of the panties wasn't going to be a problem. Something strange had happened.

No. Not strange. Impossible.

Ethan's feet had shrunk.

He hadn't felt a thing, but they were easily half the size they had been just moments previously. Ethan sat down quickly, these little tootsies not made for this body. He wiggled his toes and chuckled at the tickle of air moving unfamiliarly through them. This simply could not be real. He knew what he had to do next, of course, there was no stopping him reaching down and pulling the panties up a little way further.

Surely enough, when the panties passed over them, his ankles became thinner, the hair vanished. He stopped again. Touching his new soft little ankles, he felt some crazy butterflies flapping about in his stomach. It is real, he thought, he knew it was real. He pulled the panties back down and off his feet quickly and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the changes completely reversed when the garment left his body.

He toyed with the initial plan to go to work and resume this fascinating journey at the end of the day, but he knew that any plans had been thoroughly blown in the last 15 minutes. Surely no one on earth could resist what he knew needed to be done next. Once again, Ethan slipped the curious panties over his feet, over his ankles, up high over his thighs, and finally in a carefree flourish, unthinking like the dream this morning seemed, pulled them tight over his waist.

Like before, he felt nothing when the material moved across his skin. It was only when it was done - when he sat, top-heavy in his chair, felt the giddy absence between his legs - that he realised with a slight pang of horror mixed with dizzy joy precisely what he had done. He put his hand down inside the panties, between his legs and touched his little vagina with his middle finger. His finger slipped weakly, trembling, into nothing but a slit where his penis used to be. The strangest feeling. This was real all right, but it was the strangest thing he'd ever experienced.

But, Ethan realised, almost sadly - where the panties stopped, the changes stopped too. Waist upward, he was the same guy he'd ever been. He tried pulling them a little higher. A little hair disappeared from his belly and he chuckled again watching his belly button suddenly pop into an outie. But gladly though they had originally climbed his manly gams, the underwear now simply wouldn't ride any higher. They were halfway up his new girl parts already, and pleasant a sensation though it was, he knew they weren't going to budge any further.

After sitting a moment longer in this strange form, Ethan finally removed the panties and watched his bottom half pop back to its normal appearance. Having his penis disappear had been weird but having it come back felt even weirder, and Ethan felt yet another bizarre sensation, this one even more unexpected - the feeling that somehow, despite his most vital organ being right back where it belonged, something was missing.

Remembering that there was nothing else in the packet with the panties, Ethan felt angry. He'd experienced something surely no one else on the planet had ever experienced, but he couldn't help wanting more. He needed the changes to be complete. He was going to be late for work if he didn't leave soon but he cared less about that hellhole right now than ever before. All he could think of, so hard he felt his eyes began to water, all he wanted was nothing more or less than being a complete little girl. A light had been turned on in his mind.

He snapped out of it and checked the time. He could make it to work. He decided he would go. The panties would still be here when he came home. While he was at work, he would have time to think. He'd figure out what to do, and in his lunch break he would buy a whole outfit to fit the new body he was determined to transform into. He put the panties back into the packet they came in and pushed them far to the back of a drawer in the kitchen full of random bits and pieces with no place else to go. He didn't expect anyone to break into his old house in his absence, but he still felt the unsurprising urge to hide these amazing things away.

Back at the front door Ethan once again felt that overpowering urge to go back, forget about work, but he fought it. For once he had a plan and plan he did to stick by it. With a deep breath countering all the warning this odd voice was screaming at him, he finally turned the handle and left.

On the bus ride to work, he stared at the blank faces of the other passengers and found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. He couldn't believe what had happened in the first hour of this day which at first had appeared so grayly like any other. "Magic is real," he said to himself with a smirk, and like a child, he smiled, "I knew it!"

3. Shopping And Experimenting

Ethan spent the morning restless, able to think of nothing but the magical underwear. They possessed his every thought, nothing mattered more to him now than losing this ugly male form completely, feeling those panties over his soft smooth skin again. But, he wondered, how was he to make their magic act on his entire body? There had to be a way, he told himself. They seemed to change whatever body part they passed over. Were there other ways to put them on?

Staring at the flickering monitor in front of him, the craziest idea suddenly hit him. It came from nowhere, just like the idea had occured earlier to put the panties on in the first place. It was more than an idea, it was a fully formed action that he knew he had to do. There was power in those panties, and he wanted that power to affect his whole body. The only answer - it was so clear to him now - was to somehow absorb this power, make the panties a part of him. The idea seemed as crazy as putting the impossibly small garment over his big masculine thighs had seemed earlier. Yet he'd followed that compulsion, hadn't he? And hadn't it worked?

Having had this most bizarre revelation, Ethan couldn't stand it any longer, he needed to get home at once. He didn't even waste time informing any of his supervisors - heck, he was so distracted these days he didn't know who was a supervisor anymore. He simply got up and walked out of the office, leaving his bag and even his jacket on the chair behind him. Nobody noticed him leave; nobody would ever miss Ethan Alexander.

Just like he had planned, he stopped off at the first store he came to that had children's clothing in the window. He tried to act cool, like he was a father maybe, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, but he still felt the looks while he browsed the colourful outfits, looks familiar to any single male of a certain age. He needed the whole get-up. He picked up a set of panties, all kinds of colours to choose from, a training bra since he had no idea how developed he'd be up there, some little white ankle socks, a pair of jeans which were adorably tiny, a pretty crinkled skirt, a t-shirt which said "Angel" on it, some hair grips, bracelets, and finally some little pink sneakers.

"It's some little girl's lucky day," the girl at the counter said, looking at the items he placed before her.

"Yeh," he tried not to chuckle, "unexpected guest at home, my neice came to stay and didn't quite pack the essentials."

Smiling to herself, the girl packed up the things and Ethan made his way home.

Before figuring out how to go about his plan to consume the panties, he decided to try a few things first. Feeling a little silly, he took the panties out of the packet again and slipped them over his head, like a hat. Immediately he could feel a difference, and looking in the mirror he saw something at once bizarre and beautiful: the perfect, pretty head of a wide-eyed, partly-shocked, partly-smiling 8-year-old girl, perched atop his manly frame where his own head should be, wearing panties on her head, which made her suddenly giggle the most beautiful sound Ethan had ever heard.

"Oh my god," he whispered, and the words came out in angelic breath. He walked closer to the mirror and perused the face he hoped would become his permanently if his plan worked. The fact the panties had changed him this way meant that their effect was definitely not targeted below the belt.

He tried pulling them over his face, wondering what else he could do with them outside his body. Once they were around his neck, Ethan noticed the hairs on his chest vanish and his upper body diminish a frightening amount in size, forcing the air out of his lungs in a sigh that would've come happily without such magical aid. Two tender plum-sized bumps stuck out cushioning his tiny girlish nipples. He looked back to the mirror and was dismayed to see his own face had returned when the fabric had passed over and away from it.

He carefully began to remove the panties up over his face but suddenly he heard the horrific sound of them ripping. It was the tiniest sound, but to Ethan it was deafening, because he knew it could mean the end of the magic. He stopped moving immediately, the panties over his face. He slowly looked over at the mirror, hoping. He considered how awful it would be to be stuck with a conspicuous little girl's chest for the rest of his life, and how on earth he would explain it to, well, anyone. The little girl face was there again. Ethan breathed an enormous sigh of relief. This was good. It meant the panties could be torn and retain their power.

4. A Strange Change Completed

So it was, with butterflies in his stomach, that Ethan took the kitchen scissors from the drawer. He proceeded to chop the panties into tiny pieces, thinking despite what he'd witnessed that every cut could mean his adventure could be over. But there was no other choice. He couldn't live with just the bottom half, simply the face, merely the pretty little chest, he wanted it all, the thought had possessed him, he had to be the whole little girl, more than anything in the world.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He took a piece of the cotton material and placed it on his tongue then took a gulp of water. He didn't feel anything, but this he expected; he hadn't felt anything when putting on the panties, he'd only ever felt anything when he noticed the changes. He took a few more pieces. At least they were going down easy, he thought.

After another gulp he finally noticed something. His feet were no longer touching the floor. He stood up and chuckled at his diminished height, and then chuckled again at the sound of the first chuckle. It wasn't quite the angelic tone he'd heard moments before, but it was certainly happening. He looked down his pants and saw that his penis was ridiculously small, barely baby-sized, shrinking back and back toward his pelvis like a dying erection only much, much smaller. Looking at it he could actually feel himself becoming hard, but this made no difference to the fact that his penis would soon be no more. He grabbed the remaining pieces of material and stuffed them in his mouth, almost frantic, gulping them down with water.

It was done. He walked through to the hall - kicking the last of his oversized clothes off - and stood in front of the mirror, not believing what he saw. No, actually he could believe. He could feel that what he saw was true. He - she - could feel the vacancy between his legs, could feel the last change happening while silken blonde hair fell down the back of his neck. He was beautiful. His skin was soft, his chest, though still flat as a board, was soft and a little chubby.

'Emily,' he thought.

"My name is Emily," she told the mirror, with the vastest smile on her face that Ethan could never have dreamed.

5. Emily Goes Out

When she was finally able to pull her still naked body away from the mirror, Emily decided it was about time to see the whole plan through to its end. She hadn't bought all of those clothes just to sit about watching TV for the rest of the day. It was time for Emily's first day in public.

Tipping out her shopping on the living room carpet, struck by how much more excited she suddenly felt about all these new girly things than she'd been as Ethan, it didn't take her long to pick out her outfit. It had to be the Angel tee, of course, the crinkled skirt, and pink everything else, right down to the panties, which this time slipped on effortlessly with no magic required. The cotton clinging to her crotch and her finger once more touching there she giggled again. She felt like she'd never get over how that part felt, and touched it once more just to be sure, giggling uncontrollably.

Now dressed, it was time for another quiet moment with the mirror. She couldn't believe how cute she looked. Just the epitomous cute little girl. Everything was perfect. Heading for the door, giving her butt one final glance while she turned from the mirror, she spied the water bottle on the kitchen table and couldn't help, out of sheer habit, grabbing it and gulping its remaining contents leaving her lips shiny and wet.

Out on the street, Emily's diminished size hit her once more. She was struck with a fear she hadn't felt since her first day at school 30 years previously. She was almost on the verge of going back inside but when she caught her pretty reflection in the door was struck with the most amazing confidence boost. "Why am I frightened?" she giggled once more, "Cute little girls like me are the most protected species on the planet right now!"

She hopped on the first bus that rounded the corner, habitually handing the driver her all-day pass.

"Wait, where'd you get this, kid?" came a familiar voice from an unfamiliar height.

That fear again, wringing her stomach like a sponge. Shit! Of course, she kicked herself, it's an adult ticket.

"Oh. Um. My daddy made a mistake ... the dummy." She giggled, knowing the power of that sound, but reinforcing it by making what felt most like doe eyes.

The driver's face creased up suspiciously but almost immediately crumbled at the laugh and the eyes. Emily made a mental note of the expression she'd just made with her new face.

"Well ... for future reference, a cute little kid like you gets to travel free ... with an adult."

Emily could tell the driver had more to say - felt the barrage of questions, suddenly realising how odd this lone 8-year-old girl without any accompanying grownup, out of school, the list was endless. Then -

"Go on, cute thing, this thing's running late anyway. Don't make a habit of this."

The relief practically engulfed Emily's youthful nervous system.

"THANK YOU," she practically screamed, rushing to the back of the bus and nearly falling flat on her butt when the bus lurched into action.

Sitting there, retrieving her bearings, gathering her senses, the real impact of this few minute rollercoaster of unfamiliar feelings hit another thus far unnoticed part of her diminished frame. Suddenly, finishing the water from the fridge seemed like a very bad idea indeed, her tiny bladder was suddenly screaming the need to pee, and the bumps in the road combined with Emily's childish selection of the very back seat of the bus, right over the wheels, was not remotely helping the situation.

Though the next stop on the bus route was a part of town unfamiliar even to Ethan, let alone Emily, she disembarked, having to put her hand between her legs in a desperate attempt to hold the floodgates till a bathroom could be found. Stepping onto the street, the unfamiliar surroundings made the childish fear kick in again, and suddenly feeling her hand against the unfamiliar girlish void between her legs, she started to feel damp there and knew that time was of the essence. She ran through the door of the first icky looking coffee shop she passed, causing the paltry selection of customers to all look up from their snacks and drinks. This was a call to turn on the girl act to the max.

"Please, can I used your bathroom, I really need to go," she asked a girl walking back to the kitchen with empty glasses.

"Sure, over there," the girl replied, barely batting an eye, with a calm smile that immediately relieved the pressure in Emily's groin. She followed the direction, only stopping for a moment passing the only other little girl in the place, a 6-year-old blonde who was staring at her in the strangest way ... almost ... expectant ... sitting with her youngish mother and a babbling toddler the sex of which was anyone's guess.

Feeling suddenly a little nervous, but more a little thrilled, finding herself faced with the everyday choice between bathroom doors, Emily - for the first time since one mischievous day at school - pushed open the one that led to the girls'. That day at school, Ethan remembered, he'd been thrilled walking into the spotless, fresh-smelling room where the girls did their private business, he'd wanted to do it ever since he'd learned about girls and their differences. Now little Emily, she couldn't help but giggle again when she realised, he'd never believed he'd walk through the girls' door like this.

Locking the stall door, she felt again the wet between her legs and quickly hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties down. No sooner did her butt touch the seat, a funny sensation in itself, than a torrent of pee came gushing out of nowhere. She found herself sighing, it was the most oddly pleasant feeling she had ever felt. But with it came another feeling she knew better. Her little butthole was starting to contract and she suddenly realised she was going to do her first "number two" in a girl's body. 'Boy,' Emily giggled, 'I'm really getting the full tour here.'

But as the stream of pee became a trickle and an enormous turd descended into the bowl, Emily knew something was very, very wrong. First she noticed her hands seemed bigger and in a terrifying rush of thought she realised what was happening. She tried to clench her butt cheeks to stop the flow of poo but she didn't have enough knowledge of this little body to control it. The magical fabric of the panties was leaving her system, and with it, the magic itself. Her little breast buds flattened, she felt her tiny t-shirt begin to stretch and tear. She watched the little clitoral nub of her vagina expanding while his balls slowly re-appeared beneath it. He had butterflies in his stomach again, but these weren't excited butterflies, they were petrified, mortified, horrified ones. And when his body finally popped into its original size, the worst horror of all hit Ethan, his oversized arm pushing the flush of the toilet, sending any hope of retrieving the magic in the panties into oblivion with a horrible, final whooooossshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

6. Oh Dear

So there he was, a grown man, naked but for the torn traces of an 8-year-old girl's outfit, stuck in a very public girls' bathroom. There was no way of waiting it out, the shop had to close some time and a locked stall would certainly be checked eventually. There'd be no good time for escaping. He was well and truly screwed, no matter how he looked at the situation.

After what seemed like an eternity of taking stock, hoping for a change, Ethan finally gulped, took a deep breath, covered himself as best he could, and put his hand on the lock. 'So this is the worst day of my life,' he figured, 'but what other choice do I have?'

Suddenly hearing a male voice, he froze.

"Cleaner - anybody in here?"

'Yes!' Ethan thought. It wasn't the kind of solution he'd like, but at this stage anything seemed better than the prospect of walking out into a busy street naked and 'dressed' like he was. He had to take the cleaner's clothes. It was the only way. He'd never used violence before in his life, but he was pretty sure he could overpower most average people. For the second time in as many minutes he told himself: He Had No Choice. Gulping even more heavily, breathing even deeper, he unlocked the door, readying himself for attack.

But instead of the surprised face of a young cleaner man, Ethan Alexander's adventurous day took what would be its final turn for the worse, or so he hoped. First he heard the voice, a woman's voice -

"It's okay you can come on in, I'm just changing my little girl -"

- and then he saw the faces. The young mother he had seen in the eating area, a diaper bag in one hand, the hand of a daughter, the strange staring little girl, in the other, and the androgynous toddler - which he now could see clearly was female - laid out awkwardly on the baby changing facility. Clearly they had just entered, and their faces clearly had just seen a large, hairy, naked man step tentatively out of a bathroom stall. The little girl looked curious, staring like before, even, Ethan was sure, amused? The mother, however, looked terrified as any tabloid would expect. Ethan stopped moving and held his hands up in surrender.

"It's ok, I know this looks bad," he began in vain.

"Stay the fuck where you are," and she turned to the door and opened her mouth to scream. And it was there that she froze.

Everything froze.

He hadn't noticed it until now, but through the walls of the bathroom, there had been a dull sound of traffic outside. Suddenly all was silent and it was more conspicuous in its absence. There had been another sound, he now realised, just before it ceased. It was a whispering, a foreign, maybe ancient, maybe even alien language ... 'what was it?' Ethan thought.

"It was me," the little girl moved forward, making Ethan jump back, causing the last of his clothing to give up the ghost and fall off his body, leaving him completely naked. He moved to cover himself but the girl motioned for him not to bother.

"Don't worry, you can come out now. It's just me and you till I make it otherwise."

Ethan blinked at the girl. She sounded too grown up, it was unreal, like that meant anything on this day. He stepped back further, putting his hands over his manhood, realising she was staring right at it with disturbing intent. He glanced over at the mother. She wasn't moving, her fearful eyes still turned towards the door. Where was that cleaner he'd heard?

"Don't worry about her," she looked at his hand at his groin, "and don't worry about that, believe me I've seen them before. If you want me to help you, you're gonna have to come out here."

Ethan finally found his speech.

"Who are you?"

"You got one of the packages this morning, right?"

"You sent those?"

"No. Come on, step out here and let me look at you."

"I can't, it's - you're not -"

"I'm not what I look like. I've the body of a 5-year-old girl because it pleases me to look like this, but I've seen more and I know more than you can possibly imagine. Step out here, and take your hand off that ugly thing."

He gave in. The day, he decided, could not get weirder. Maybe - hopefully - it was a dream afterall. The sooner he got arrested, the sooner it could all be over. He stepped out into the open, towards the girl, all his modesty on display, and the girl came forward to meet him.

The strange girl reached out and without hesitation touched his penis lightly, curiously sighing,

"I missed mine for so long, but I got over it. You will too. They are so, so ugly, don't you think?"

"You used to be a boy?"

The girl sighed again.

"Now, I can get you out of this, but you might not like what happens. But it's my way or jail -"

She walked over to her mother and unzipped the diaper bag. She pulled out a pair of panties exactly like the ones Ethan had received that morning.

"You don't understand, I want to be a girl. I want whatever you're planning."

"Don't be so sure."

She eyed him, the curiosity in her eyes practically tangible now.

"OK, if you're so sure, put these on."

She handed him the panties. When they made contact with the skin of his fingers, Ethan realised there was a difference between these and the others afterall - these were much, much, softer. He'd never felt anything so soft.

"Nobody has," the girl smiled smugly.

"They work like the other ones?"

The girl smiled again,

"Better than."

Ethan hesitated. He didn't like the look of that smile, and this girl creeped him out.

"Look I can unfreeze this situation fast as I froze it. You can put them on and get out of here or leave them off and end up in jail."

Ethan knew she was right, again, he had no choice. He slipped the panties over his feet and stopped when he noticed nothing happening.

"Just pull them up, all the way, they'll fit,"

'So that's why they're softer,' Ethan thought, 'they don't work like the others.' He pulled them up and over his penis. They were ridiculously comfortable. Yet still, nothing was happening.

"Why -" Ethan began.

"Shh!" And with that, the girl began again in that foreign, ancient, alien whispering. And Ethan felt himself changing. This wasn't like before. He felt every alteration in his body with shocking precision and intensity. This was it, he thought, I'm going to be a girl forever. This change was going to be permanent. He could feel it. Feel his penis shrinking, shrinking away, every inch of it he felt, once and for all time, a little vagina in its place, feel his body dwindling in height, his hair becoming softer and longer, his body hair receeding, he felt everything and it was the greatest feeling ever.

But the changes weren't stopping. Ethan realised he was now the same height as the girl, shorter than he'd ever been before. His chest was completely flat, and he was getting chubbier and chubbier, and now, he noticed, the panties were changing too ... they were ... swelling, inflating. Suddenly, Ethan fell flat on his butt, his legs inexplicably giving out beneath him. It didn't hurt, the panties - no - the diaper - cushioning his fall. He felt so small, and looking up at the girl, who was still chanting, clarified his size. He looked down at himself. She'd turned him into a baby girl, and feeling the diaper filling with pee, he knew it was forever magic she'd used. She had stopped the whispering, and she looked down at him, smiling. He couldn't speak or get up, he couldn't do anything but gurgle and gawp.

"You're so beautiful, baby sister. I'm gonna call you Abby," she said, clapping her hands together and unfreezing time. The traffic noise struck up again outside, the mother turned with a forgetful look on her face, a young cleaner boy entering behind her, startling her.

"Oh! Yes. Don't mind us, we're just finishing here."

She turned back to the kids, the youngest of which was laying inexplicably in the middle of the floor with an obviously very wet diaper.

"Lolly what on earth is Abby doing down there on the floor?"

"I don't know mommy," the strange little 6 year old faintly replied while the mother rushed forward to pick Ethan ... Emily ... Abby ... off the floor.

"Abby my precious. Oh, you need changing again, don't you?" she giggled.

"Why on earth do you look so surprised?"

7. Epilogue

A few days later, there were a series of knocks on Ethan Alexander's door, the first of which went thoroughly unanswered. After a guideline specified duration, officers forced the lock and made their way into the hall. They'd been called by Ethan's employer to see if he still existed, indeed, if he'd ever existed. They entered the living room and immediately spied a small mountain of children's clothes.

"So whaddya think happened here?"

"Well, looks like some kinda weirdo, that's for sure," replied the second officer, picking up a training bra with the butt of his sidearm and eyeing it curiously.

Another knock at the door shook them out of their speculation.

"Hellooo?"

"Come on through," yelled the first officer.

The young mailman eventually found the source of the call and entered brandishing another small packet. He frowned at the sight of the police officers.

"Something happen?"

"Guy's gone missing, seems."

"I just got a delivery here needs a signature."

"Return to sender," said the first officer without hesitation.

"No, wait," said the second, feeling something in his bones he couldn't quite put his finger on, "Could be handy for the investigation. Hand it here."

The first officer looked on as the packet changed hands and the mailman left.

"If you say so. It's your paperwork," he frowned as the second officer opened up the packet.

"... the fuck?" exclaimed the second officer as he removed a small training bra from the packet.

"Like I said, pal," continued the first officer, chuckling, patting his partner on the back as he left the scene, "It's your paperwork."

Left alone in the non-existent Mr. Alexander's living room, holding this curious training bra, Officer Newton finally knew what the feeling in his bones meant. He knew what must be done.

It was time for him to head home ...

  

  

  

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