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 Milk, Milk, Lemonade --

   by Sarah Tandomwerk

   "Would you babysit Molly tonight?"

   The call I looked forward to every minute of the day.  It only happened
maybe once, twice, a month, but it was worth the wait every time.  Molly
was my cousin Caitlyn's little girl - 6 years old now, the most perfect
little blonde haired angel you've ever seen.

   Now don't misunderstand me - I'd never hurt a hair on Molly or any
child's head.  But I've always been a little -- odd.  For as long as I
remember I've wished I could be a girl.  I used every birthday cake candle
to wish for it as a boy, every shooting star I see, still -- I've even been
known to pick up rusty lanterns in antique stores, you know, just in case.
Some people chase these dreams all the way and become women by the time
they reach my age, but I had no interest in being a woman; I never stopped
wanting to be a little girl.

   Somewhere between the birthday cakes and shooting stars I realised that
my wish would never magically come true, but I never stopped thinking about
it.  I read about nanotechnology and brain transplants, cloning, the idea
we could one day upload or consciousness to computers and virtual worlds,
it was a long way away but maybe --

   When I thought of turning into a little girl, my body would remind me of
what I was but I can't say it wasn't a pleasant feeling.  It turned me on
so much to think of my thing shrinking away to nothing, pulling inside me,
becoming that perfect smooth mound of a little girl.  The smaller I
imagined it getting, ironically, the bigger it would get in my hands.  And
when I came, I disappeared into that fantasy completely.  For a split
second, it was real.

   Babysitting Molly was the closest I could get to the genuine article. 
She was out of diapers now but I'd had a couple of years of changing her.
I'd examined every millimetre of her perfect undeveloped girlhood. 
Sometimes she had peed while I changed her and I'd watch, fascinated.  I
loved the way the baby powder would settle on her little mound making a
perfect impression of the shallow cleft like a delicate sculpture of the
perfection I craved.  I imagined magical baby powder, a special kind
perhaps, just for little girls - accidentally getting some of it on myself
-- the change beginning, unstoppable -- horrifying to some, a dream to me,
stuck forever as a little baby girl --

   These were the thoughts that accompanied me as I walked down the
darkening street kicking my way through the golden leaves at my feet.  It
was the end of October and I always feel there's something magical in the
ether that time of year.

   As I waited to cross the street toward's Caitlyn's house I spotted
something poking out of the leaves in the gutter.  A gentle touch of my
shoe uncovered it enough for me to see it was some kind of toy wand. 
Perhaps dropped by an early trick or treater.  It was really well crafted
for a toy, and there was nobody around except the passing cars, so I picked
it up.  Molly was a huge fan of Harry Potter.  She would love it, I
thought, wiping off the dampness it'd gathered on the ground.

   "Hi, Alex," Caitlyn said as she opened the door, already stepping out
the door past me in her coat, umbrella and bag in hand, "Thanks so much for
doing this.  She's had her tea and everything, she just needs a bath and
bed by 8."

   "No problem, Cait," I smiled.

   "Seeya," and she was gone into the Autumn night.

   I closed the door and kicked off my shoes.

   "ALEX!"

   I turned to see Molly beaming in the doorway of the TV room.  Nothing
lifts my spirits like that little girl's smile.  I don't think anyone in my
life has ever seemed even half so genuinely happy to see me.

   "Hi, Molly, whatcha doin?"

   "What's that?" she said, pointing the wand I'd clearly not hidden well
enough up my sleeve.

   "I *think* it's a magic wand, but I can't make it work," I looked upon
the thing as if genuinely stumped by its mystery.

   Molly sighed, "well you're not magic are you, stupid?  Give us it here,"
she put her hand out, demanding.

   "What's the magic word?" we did this all the time.  Her eyes lit up at
the question.

   "PEAS!!!" and her face broke up into giggles.

   "There you go," I said, handing her the wand.  There was a little static
shock as she took it from me.  I guess from the carpet.

   -

   "Wingardium leviosa!"

   Molly was sitting on the carpet of the TV room waving the wand over a
stack of magazines.  Fairy Odd Parents was on the TV behind her.

   "You're right it doesn't work," she said sadly.

   "It doesn't look like the wands in Harry Potter though, maybe it doesn't
do those spells?"

   "Well I don't know any other ones!"

   I sat down on the sofa opposite her.  "Maybe make some up then?  Spells
usually rhyme, do you know any rhymes?"

   Her face made a half smirk I'd never seen on her before as I said this.
For a second she looked so much older than I'd ever seen her.

   "What?" I asked.

   "I know a rhyme," she whispered, her cheeks turning rosy.  I was
intrigued.

   "What rhyme?"

   "Not telling," she looked back at the magazines on the table and resumed
waving the wand over them.  There was a strange, awkward silence in the
air. Very strange for us.

   "Shall we get you all washed up for bed, then?"

   "Yay!" she leapt up with the wand in her hand.  Molly always loved bath
time.

   She seemed to have tired quickly of the wand and I got that awful pang
of sadness I sometimes got - one day Molly would grow up and be like all
the other grownups.  We wouldn't have the same connection we had now.  I
hoped it wasn't starting already.

   Certainly she showed no sign of getting older in the bathroom.  Her
clothes were on the floor before I even caught up with her and she had no
shame about me seeing her body.

   It was fascinating to have seen the small changes in her shape over the
last few years.  She'd grown taller and her adorable bits of puppy fat had
arranged themselves much more evenly.  She looked more perfect at this age
than ever.  Were my wish to ever come true I'd take any age from 0 to 12,
anything to just be a girl, but right now I wanted nothing more than to be
exactly Molly, at exactly this moment.  I recorded every detail of her in
my memory to dream about later on.

   "I'll tell you," she whispered solemnly, absently playing with a shampoo
bottle shaped like a princess in the tub, "If you promise not to tell
mummy."

   "I *promise*," I said just as solemnly.  It was reassuring to me that
this conversation was happening this way around.  I'd often worried about
some kind of misunderstanding happening over me changing her and bathing
her and had imagined others imagining me wanting *her* to keep a secret. 
It made me feel special that she trusted me so much.

   The solemn moment passed and Molly was a mess of giggles again.

   "I heard one of the big girls say it at school," she giggled.  She'd
just started school a month earlier.  "Wait!" she screamed.  "Where's the
wand?"

   She'd dumped it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.  I grabbed it
and handed it to her, desperate to see what on earth she was going to do or
say.

   Taking the wand from me she stood up in the tub.  Her body was even more
perfect glistening with water and bubbles.

   She pointed the wand at me.  "Promise?" I felt tiny.

   I nodded, "I promise I'll tell no one."

   "Okay," she gathered herself, jiggling a few more bubbles off her skin.

   She held the wand aloft and began, just barely containing her giggles as
she pointed the wand at the right side of her chest, then the left, then
between her legs, and finally her butt, shouting,

   "MILK, MILK, LEMONADE, ROUND THE BACK, FUDGE IS MADE!!"

   As soon as the last word escaped her lips, there was the strangest
feeling in the room.  I expected Molly to collapse into the tub giggling
and I backed away anticipating the splash but she froze.

   The tip of the wand was glowing.

   "Alex I feel funny!" she said, worry in her voice but her face a strange
picture of serenity like she'd been hypnotised.

   Where she'd tapped her body with the wand, on her childish chest,
between her legs, and butt, her skin glowed too.

   "It itches!" she said, rubbing her chest.  It seemed to be swelling.

   "Alex!"

   I had no idea what to do.  All I could do was watch with fascination. 
Her chest -- her nipples, they were puffy now, raised little breast buds,
but growing before my eyes.

   "I have boobies!"

   The wand had done something, but what?  My mind was racing.  This wasn't
possible in the real world!  Was I dreaming?  No, dreams didn't feel like
this.  I had a knot in my stomach.  The sheer strangeness of Molly's body
changing before my eyes was turning me on the same way my fantasies did. 
She now had the breasts of a teenager, soft, round, and pert, but the rest
of her body remained a perfect child.  Her tiny fingers touched them and
she looked at them fascinated.

   "They tickle, Alex," she giggled, the worry fading from her voice.  "It
tickles down there too," she pointed her eyes down.

   As if on cue, a stream started emanating from between her legs.  "Oh!"
she pushed her legs together and put her hand between them.

   "It's cold!"

   I couldn't stand this sight before me.  I was harder than I'd ever been
in my life.  This six year old with perfect little breasts was peeing
through her hands in front of me.  No one in all history could have
possibly seen anything like it.  We were through the looking glass.

   "I can't stop, Alex!" And it was true, it just kept flowing from her.

   "It's -- cold?" I finally found the power to speak.

   "And tickly!  Feel it!"

   The circumstances were so beyond what I'd previously considered reality
that I didn't think twice about the morality of doing such a thing.  I put
my hand out and let her pee on it.

   She was right -- it was cold like from the fridge -- and it was -- it
was definitely fizzing.

   "I think --" the words just jammed in my throat but I forced myself, "
--Molly, I think it's lemonade!"

   She brought one of her hands up to her face and smelled at it briefly,
and, her eyes widening, then proceeded to lick the fluid off it.

   "Alex!  It's yummy!!!" she put her hand back into the stream and drank
more as if possessed.

   I thought I was losing my mind.  I'd promised I wouldn't tell anyone
about the rhyme.  I was sure that whatever happened here now was between us
- and if Molly kept those breasts it wasn't like there wouldn't be evidence
of these weird extenuating circumstances -- I put my head forward, and she
turned as if she knew what I was going to do.  Before I knew it I had my
mouth between her legs, lapping at the sweetest, most delicious lemonade I
had ever tasted, occasionally brushing her smooth skin with my tongue.  She
giggled above.

   It seemed to last an eternity but finally the flow slowed to a stop.

   "That was fun," Molly said with that hypnotic tone beyond her years
again.

   "Molly --" I could barely make eye contact with her after what had just
happened.  "Molly do you think -- what do you think it did to --"

   "I think I do need to go potty!" her cheeks flushed a little at the
admission.

   I thought she would get out of the tub and go to the proper place to do
this, but Molly seemed just as lost, in her own six year old way, in our
little adventure as I was.  She turned her butt towards me and almost
immediately started pushing a perfect little poop out.  Almost immediately
I knew that our suspicions were correct, as the sweet smell like a fudge
kitchen hit my nostrils.  I found myself completely helpless again as I put
my head forward and starting eating the soft confection as fast as it came
out of her butt.

   "Hey!  I wanna try some!" she squealed.

   I managed to pull myself away.  "It's delicious!"

   "The wand works Alex!  It works!"

   "You think?" we both giggled.  Had we both gone crazy?

   Molly took a generous chunk of the fudge from her butt and put it in her
mouth.

   "Mmmm!" her eyes widened.  She offered some more to me, but my eyes were
now on her breasts.

   "I want some milk," I said, transfixed.

   The solemn tone came back to her voice.  "Okay, sweetie."

   And she stepped out of the tub towards me.  Her chest was exactly at my
head height the way I had been seated by the tub, and she guided her right
breast to my mouth.  I sucked at it instinctively and instantly milk began
to flow into my throat.  Like the lemonade it was unnaturally cold - and it
was so, so creamy.  I wasn't turned on anymore, I was just completely lost
in the pleasure of the moment.  I felt sleepy and safe as Molly smiled down
at me drinking.  And that was when I started to feel funny.

   "Don't stop," she whispered as if she sensed it too.

   My clothes suddenly felt loose on me.

   "Let's get you out of those silly clothes, Allie," she said, withdrawing
enough to help me pull my t-shirt over my head and wriggle out of my jeans.

   "I'm tiny!" I gasped, my voice sounding higher, how long had I been
drinking?

   I looked down to see the body of a child, not a hair to be seen.  No
wonder I hadn't been turned on, my thing was nothing but a nub, and the
rest practically invisible, withdrawn into their prepubescent cavity.

   "Have some more," Molly said, guiding her breast to my mouth again, and
I couldn't resist it.  I drank the creamy fluid again even as I felt the
last of my boy parts dissolve into nothing, the empty skin tightening,
pulling into a little girl's slit.  I must have been 3 years old by now and
Molly cradled me, sitting on the bathroom floor now.

   "This is what you wanted, isn't it Allie?" she said, still smiling on
me.

   "Whawill yo mumma thay?" I struggled to get the words out.

   "Don't worry about that now," she said, standing up with me and carrying
me to her bedroom.

   She lay me down on the bed and left the room.  I looked down at my
little body, touching the emptiness between my legs in complete disbelief.
I had really turned into a little girl.  I wondered if I would pee lemonade
too.

   Molly returned with something in her hand.

   "I thought we had some of these still!  They might be too big."

   She slipped the diaper under my butt and giggled, "I never thought I'd
be doing this to you!"

   I giggled too but stopped as I suddenly felt wet spreading all around my
butt and legs.

   "Oh silly girl you're going before I even got it shut!" she giggled.

   I didn't feel any way down there to stop it, nothing but the wet
streaming out of me with a will of its own.

   Suddenly I felt something enter me and I looked to see Molly licking me
down there.  It felt like heaven.

   "It's okay, yours is lemonade too!" she raised her wet lips up long
enough to say.

   Finally, she got me in a dry diaper and lay me next to her on the bed.

   "More," I murmured, sleepy.

   She smiled, and sat up, lifting me again to her breast.

   I fell asleep with my tiny lips wrapped around her nipple.

   -

   "Alex?"

   I was roused by Caitlyn's voice in the hallway downstairs.

   "Alex?"

   In a panic, I rolled straight off the bed and onto the floor, making a
larger impact than I expected.

   Had it been a dream?  I wondered, as I picked the wand up off the floor
and got to my feet.

   Molly lay sleeping, perfect as ever, her body seemingly restored to
normal.

   I caught my reflection in her mirror and saw, sadly, mine had too.

   "Alex?"

   "Shh," I said quietly as Caitlyn's face came around the door.  Caitlyn
smiled and held up an understanding hand, disappearing again.

   I looked around the room one more time and made for the door myself.

   "Alex --" Molly's half-asleep voice rose up from the bed.  I went over
to the bedside.

   She looked at me, sleepy, but with a distinct knowing in her eyes.

   "I won't tell anyone," she whispered.  "They won't believe it anyway."

   I smiled and held up the wand.

   "Molly --" I began, wondering how to ask her if she remembered what I
did.

   "You can keep it.  But bring it next time."

   I put the wand in my pocket.

   "You've got something on your cheek," I heard her say.

   She was already sleeping again by the time I looked back.  I put my hand
up to my face, looking in the mirror.  It was soft, brown.  I looked at it,
amazed, and then licked it off my finger -- it was impossible not to --

   I turned off the light and went down to say goodnight to Caitlyn.
   'Til next time --