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 ...