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The New Fantasy 6

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Paul G Jutras

 

Anita Philips had been looking in many shops to find a perfect birthday present for her son Paul. As she reached the end pier; however, she notice a store that was never there before. In fact, it seemed like the pier had been extended just to accompany the new store's presence.

"I wonder how sensation the products found at Sensational Swimwear is." Anita thought to herself as she went inside. It was almost spooky how life like the mannequins displayed could be.

"How can I help a pretty little thing like you, Miss…" Josie the manager asked as she stepped up to the front desk. "Perhaps I could offer you diner."

"Mrs. Philips." Anita quickly corrected her host. "I was looking for a birthday present for my son when I saw your store. You're new here I believe."

"I come and go to where I need to be." Josie said as she felt depressed until she heard the word son. If there was anything that could cure her depression about not getting a date was doing something to a man. "I know just the thing for your little boy."

"Don't you think it's a little fragile?" Anita asked as Josie held out what looked like a crystal ball. As she took hold of it; however, she found it instead of glass it felt like a rubber sports ball.

"It is said to grant the owner wishes." Josie chuckled jokingly. "I can't believe that anyone would believe such a thing."

"It's a good joke gift for the child with an imagination." Anita smiled as she paid Josie for the ball and left the store. "At least coming in this store wasn't a total waste of my time."

Meeting her son in front of the local ice cream shop, she smiled at the group of girls around him. Sort of like a sheik and his little harem. Paul was glad that he wasn't into sports as all his male friends; who were into backyard football, all came down with the chicken pocks.

"Hope you're happy that I cold rent the ice cream shop for the party." Anita smiled as she lead Paul, his grand parents and the girls into the shop. The shop had a yellow white checkered design on its lamps, curtains, table cloths awnings and wall papers. The kids all sat together as the owner of the shop brought out cake and ice cream.

"Angel food cake for my little angel." Anita smiled as the owner helped Mrs. Philips pull out a yellow and white go cart that fit in with the store's colors.

"This is from me." Anita smiled as she handed her son the ball. "Sorry it isn't wrapped. It was a last minute thing."

"Thanks." Paul said as he looked over it. "What is it?"

"A wish ball I guess." Anita said with a shoulder shrug. "At least that's what the store owner said. Just use your imagination."

"What should I wish for?" Paul thought to himself.

"What a boy I have." Paul's bald grand father said as he rubbed the knuckles of his hand on top of the kids head. "He has hair just like the hair I had at his age."

"I wish I never loose my hair like him." Paul said softly, not noticing the wish ball glowing.

The party went far into the afternoon and into the early evening. In a pair of green Incredible Hulk pajamas with sewed in feet, Paul climbed into bed and placed the wish ball on the night stand. As he went to sleep, the wish ball began to pulse and glow once more.

As he woke up, Paul found he had to brush his hair out of his eyes. As he looked in the mirror, he noticed his hair was now done in a page boy style that reminded me a bit of Jessie of Team Rocket on the Pokemon television series. "Mom will be getting at me to have a hair cut soon." He thought to himself as he went down for breakfast before school.

School was uneventful. Nobody said anything about his hair until Jane could get him alone. "Why are you wearing a wig?" Jane asked sweetly as they waited their turn on the mats in gym class. Paul in his white tea shirt and blue shorts just turned to Jane in her leotard and tights.

"I'm not wearing a wig." Paul protested.

"Your hair wasn't like that at your birthday yesterday." Jane said with a knowing smile. "I think I'd remember a hair style like that."

"I thought the same thing." Paul sighed. He turned to see Lizzie on the mats. "I wish my legs were as flexible as hers in gymnastics."

Once again Paul went to sleep. Once again the wish ball glowed. When he woke with his legs feeling so weak like jell-o that he couldn't stand, his mother phoned the school and said that Paul was sick.

"I hope you're feeling better tomorrow. Anita said as she kissed her son goodnight. "Your dad and I have a business meeting we can't break tomorrow. Sissy is going to baby sit you."

"All Sissy want to do is talk to her boyfriend on the phone and play her rotten music." Paul thought with a yawn. "I wish when she got here that she'd play with me instead."

At school the next day, Jane and Lizzie was amaze at how good Paul was suddenly at the gymnastics. They couldn't believe their eyes at how flexible he had suddenly seem to have become.

That night; however, Paul's parents had to leave before Sissy had gotten their. Paul felt like he was probably better off taking care of himself than having his so called baby sitter around. When the door opened, she had her arms full with her records and her address book.

"All set here, kiddo?" Sissy asked as she went to warm up the record player. Before she could pull out the LP, she felt a tightening in her gut. "I suddenly don't feel so good, kid."

"What's wrong?" Paul asked as he watched her breast swell to the size of volley balls. Her waist became wasp like and her hips flared. As her skin took on a plastic sheen to it, her feet raised up on its toes. She thought her bladder was full at first when her body froze up. What happened instead was that she exploded into an orgasm unlike any her boyfriend had given her.

"I don't believe this." Paul thought as he watched the girl shrink down to six inches in height. Paul reached into the pile of Sissy's clothes that sat on the floor and found the plastic frozen figure among it. Her crotch was sexless and her figure unnatural. "How did this happen?"

"Guess you'll be playing with me after all." Paul said as the trapped Sissy was mentally screaming to be release. His very touch to her was sending orgasm after orgasm through her.

Taking out the trash compactor from his Star Wars Death Star play set, Paul used it as a dugout for his baseball game. The Rebels were on one side and The Empire was on the other. He then took Sissy and pretended she was like Godzilla storming through Tokyo.

"Please leave me alone." The thoughts of Sissy cried out as he held her by the ankles and had her storm her way through the baseball stadium he put together. He had some of his Star Wars action figures pretend to flee while others turned to attack Sissy.

As the phone rang, Paul put Sissy down and went to answer. He was very surprise to hear Jane's voice on the other end. "Paul, I think I figured out what's been changing you. It's that wish ball thing you got for your birthday."

"That was just a joke gift." Paul said as he turned and saw Sissy laying face down on the floor in her frozen, plastic state. "Then again, you could be right."

"I'm sorry Sissy." Paul said as he got on his knees. "I can use the wish ball but you won't change back till morning and my parents will find you gone when they get back."

With the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway, Paul watched as Sissy returned to normal before him. She stared about puzzled for a moment until she realized she was naked. She then quickly grabbed her things and entered the bathroom to get dress.

"Where's Sissy?" Anita asked as she and her husband walked into the house.

"She's in the bathroom." Paul truly told as he soon watched her leave the house in a puzzle state. Paul wondered how many wishes he had left before the ball would stop working.

"I was right." Jane said with a smile when she came over the next day. "We could have some real fun with this."

"Like what?" Paul asked.

"Have you ever thought of being a girl?" Jane asked.

"What? Paul said confused.

"Be a girl." Jane said. "You always seem to prefer feminine things over the stuff your male peers like."

"You want me to say I wish I was a girl." Paul said before he realized what he was saying. "Oh, this is great."

"Do you feel any different?" Jane asked.

"My changes don't happen until morning." Paul sighed. "Then maybe by the next day I can change back."

As the sound of a crash was heard, Paul and Jane rushed up stairs. They saw Anita in Paul's room with the vacuum cleaner and the sight of the globe shattered on the floor. "Sorry hon." Anita said. "I ruined your gift by knocking it off the table by accident. Good thing something like that can't really grant wishes, huh."

"You want to borrow some of my dresses?" Jane giggled in a whisper. Her snicker grew louder as she got out of the house and headed back home on her own. An itch filled his head and knowledge of how to apply make up and paint toe nails filled his head. He felt feverous and faint.

Paul came to wearing a semi-transparent night gown and a pair of white panties. He reached between his legs to find only a slit waiting for him. He realized he was now a six year old girl instead of a boy. As a ticklish sensation filled him, he looked further down to see Jane polishing Paul's toes blue.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked.

"What are sisters for but to help out?" Jane said with a smile. She looked lovely in her red dress with blue and yellow polka dots, brown hose and clogs.

"You're not my sister." Paul protested.

"No biological, maybe." Jane giggled. "We're both members in the world of sisterhood though. You can wonder like me what it will be to have breasts and kids of your own."

"What a thought." Paul thought as his bladder suddenly felt full. Remembering how his mom moved with wet toes, he walked on the back of his feet to go to the bathroom. He hauled up his nightgown and down with the panties as he sat down to pea for the first but not last time in his life.

Jane was right. Paul's mother now knew her as Jennifer and she truly belong to a loving family. She grew up to join the cheerleading squad and finding the perfect mate to spend the rest of her life with.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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