Games of the Children

by Brandi Nicole

  

Part 3

  

On the way to Daniel's house, Brad spied Sarah Little walking toward his neighborhood and wondered if she was coming to see Jimmy too. He really hoped she wasn't. The incident at the mall the other day really freaked him out and she reminded him of what happened to Craig that day. As he approached the Daniel's front door, he was relieved to see her cross the street and keep walking. He knocked on the door and felt somewhat like a salesman, what with all the door knocking today. The door opened and Jimmy stood there with a vacant look on his face.

"Brad… Hi…Sorry, I can't work with you today, I'm kinda busy here…"

Brad started to ease his way in. "That's ok, Jimmy. I actually just wanted to chat with you. See, I….." Brad trailed off when he saw a small figure standing in the room behind Jimmy. His gaze whipped back to Jimmy. "What is SHE doing here??!!"

Angela smiled at Brad as she waved from the living room.

"I'm here babysitting," Jimmy supplied helpfully. "And Angela came over."

Angela motioned to Brad. "Come on back Brad, Daniel and I are playing back here."

Brad looked back at Jimmy, who shrugged and sat on the couch, pausing to pick up a magazine. Brad followed Angela down the hall where she led him into Daniel's room.

Brad was surprised to find that by now the sight in front of him didn't shock him. Daniel's room was now done in white and now had a dresser with a large mirror on it covered with hats and hair accessories as well as assorted other knick knacks. There was also a large doll house in the floor with several Barbie dolls lounging about in each room. Seated on his bed, which was now covered with a Barbie comforter, was Daniel and he looked more confused now than he did earlier. Daniel didn't seem to have changed any, to Brad's relief, but he did seem…younger. And he held the Barbie that he had bought at the mall.

Angela smiled back at Brad. "Danny wanted me to come over to play with Barbies" she explained. "He doesn't know too many people to play with now that he's been…held back a few grades."

Brad's stare shot daggers at Angela. "What are you talking about, Angela?"

Angela pouted innocently. "Well, It seems poor Danny was too young for the grade he was in. He's been moved back down to the third grade where he belongs."

Daniel spoke at this point while nodding in assent. "I couldn't understand what was going on today. I was really sad…." Brad now was shocked to hear Daniel sounding really young, but could now see that Daniel also looked smaller, as if he was younger. He whirled on Angela. "Stop it Angela! Give me my friends back!"

"Brad, maybe you should have been a better friend to them and you'd still have them. I didn't see you coming to play Barbie with Danny."

"That's because he plays baseball, not Barbie! Girls play with Barbie! He's a boy!"

Angela Motioned back to Daniel. "Oh, Brad, are you sure about that?"

Brad nearly fell over when he turned to look at Daniel. Daniel's hair was now down to his tiny shoulders and was very blonde. He could be considered really cute and he also appeared to be really female. Daniel didn't seem to notice that anything had changed and continued playing with her Barbie doll.

Brad was gasping for air at this point. "Change him back! Hear me? Change Daniel back now!!!"

Angela was considering the girl on the bed. "I don't think we can call her Daniel anymore. She's too cute for that. I think I'll call her Britney, after my favorite singer. Notice that she looks a little like her too? She's going to be very pretty when she grows up!" She looked at Brad, noting with glee the horror painted across his face. She frowned in mock consideration. "You can't see the resemblance, Brad? Let me help…"

As Brad watched in disbelief, the jeans and t-shirt on Britney's tiny body began changing. The t-shirt sleeves shot down her arms to end in little French cuffs and the middle separated to form a button down which was tied at the bottom and the whole shirt faded to white. The jeans shrank to form a cute plaid miniskirt while Britney's socks became solid white and crept up to her knees. Her shoes became adorable little clunky shoes, completing the schoolgirl look which was considered highly erotic on little Britney's namesake but was simply adorable on her.

Angela stepped around behind Britney and began pulling her hair into pigtails. "I think you'll find that you and your friend have very little in common now, Brad. The closest she'll ever get to a sports field is when she's waving pom-poms next to it."

Brad's mouth was working open and closed, forming unheard protestations. His distress was interrupted by the appearance of Jimmy in the doorway. "What's going on in here?" Jimmy demanded. Brad looked over at his mentor, desperate for some measure of sanity.

Angela merely smiled her disarming innocent child smile. "Just helping Britney with her hair. You could probably help us doing that, Jimmy. Your hair is very pretty."

Brad's head snapped around just in time to see Jimmy's hair crawl down until it was below shoulder level. The new tresses were silky and shined beautifully. Angela positively beamed. "And I wish my color was such a pretty red. It looks like a model's hair!" Jimmy's new hair became a deep fox red and still Jimmy didn't seem to notice that anything was out of order. "Thank you, Angela! I've been told that it's my best feature!"

Angela smirked at Brad, obviously enjoying his growing terror. "But why are you wearing those ridiculous clothes? They look like a tent on you!"

Jimmy looked down at his sweatshirt and wind pants and seemed a little uncomfortable. "Oh you're right. I borrowed them from one of the guys on the baseball team to cover up on the way over. They are a bit too big to be comfortable." With that, Jimmy slipped off his shoes, flipping his hair out of the way occasionally. He then began pulling off the wind pants, revealing slender legs bare even of hair that seemed to short to belong to Jimmy. Even more startling, they were topped by a tiny white skirt trimmed in blue and gold. In his shock, Brad didn't make the connection about the skirt until Jimmy began pulling the sweatshirt over his head to reveal a sleeveless midriff top also trimmed in blue and gold that showed off a waist way to small to be Jimmy's, and was also tenting out at the chest level in a manner that was far from masculine. Jimmy pulled the shirt past his head and pulled the length of red hair through to finally reveal long slender arms to match the slim shoulders and torso. When Jimmy flipped his hair back, Brad could see that the face framed by the magnificent mane was now very pretty, with plump red lips and enticing green eyes. "Oh, yeah," Jimmy sighed, her voice now a bell-like soprano. "That's much better. Although I wish I hadn't left my other clothes in Kelli's gym bag. When she went home early from practice, all I had to wear here was my uniform!"

Britney was staring at Jimmy from the bed. Angela noticed her fascination. "I think you have a fan, Jenna, little Britney can't take her eyes off of you!"

Britney blushed a bright crimson. "I want to be a cheerleader one day too! Do you think I can, Jenna?"

Jenna giggled in a high tinkling tone. " Of course you will, Britney! You'll be a terrific cheerleader!"

At this point, Jenna seemed to notice Brad again. "Oh, I'm sorry Brad! You can see that I won't be able to help you with your math tonight. I'll be here sitting with Britney until 9 O'clock. Besides, Sarah and Kelli will be here soon to watch movies."

Angela turned a wicked look to Brad "I think Brad has to leave now anyway, Jenna. I think he has some things to think about tonight. Right, Brad?"

Brad, still unable to form words, nodded dumbly and stumbled from the room to the front door, disbelief at the spectacle he had just witnessed puncturing icy holes in his stomach. He barely registered opening the front door and stepping onto the porch.

  

  

  

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