by TheoW » Sat May 26, 2012 10:45 pm
Courtney took the baby, who immediately bawled desperately. However, a second after, there was silence. Jason looked in obvious fright at the infant, chest moving even more dramatically, but with no sound issuing.
Not surprising since it no longer had a mouth.
"That’ll keep her quiet. Now, get out of here."
The terrified girl turned to leave, but was frozen at a command.
"Wait." Courtney held out the frantic but voiceless baby. "And take Mom with you."
Alone, she adjusted her clothes and looked in the mirror. God, she was gorgeous. Almost perfect. Yet there was something wrong. She squinted and looked again. Her face looked…well, it was hard to say. Different. She couldn’t quite recognize the face in the mirror. Her eye color…what was it supposed to be? A vague panic took hold. Had she changed her eyes? How much of her mouth was actually hers? Her eyes seemed to flash different colors, then became impossible to read. Her features softened and lost focus, as though seen through a gauze. She tried to put things right, drawing on the medallion’s power, but instead of the familiar warm tingle, she felt a scorching heat that burned her skin and made her cry out.
Suddenly, she couldn’t remember what her face was supposed to look like at all. To her horror, the reflection’s face immediately began to fade entirely, replaced by a blank, featureless blur. She concentrated, with some shifting bits of mouth, nose and eyes coming and going but refusing to stabilize. She looked away, unable to face the monstrosity, and tried to scream. In a moment of heart-seizing terror, she realized that as with the baby, she had no mouth. Her silent shriek split her skull. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. She clawed violently at the soft paste that had become her face.
And woke up screaming on the couch. Frantically, she felt her face, gradually reassured as her fingers told her it had been only a nightmare. With a sobbing sigh, and still shaking physically, she got up to go to bed. As she reached the bedrooms, she remembered the changes she had left in her mother and brother. Feeling ashamed for the first time that evening, she reversed some of them, but her disturbed and tired mind couldn’t quite remember everything she’d done. Half satisfied, she went to bed, deciding she could do better in the morning.
It was 3 AM when Melanie woke up to hear her parents arguing. She couldn’t make most of it out, but caught words like "too old," "mistake," and "freedom." She also, unfortunately, heard a biting comment from her mother about "a real cock," followed by a last exchange of shouts, a slammed door, and angry footsteps down the stairs.
She waited a bit, then crept down after them. She found her mother on the couch, beer in hand, watching the TV. In the flickering near-dark, she couldn’t read her face. Her figure looked odd – the girl slimness of the afternoon replaced by a strikingly sexy profile. Her breasts seemed much larger than before, almost cartoonish. She looked up as Melanie appeared.
"What do you want?"
"Uh, Mom? Are you all right?"
"Sure. Great. Leave me alone."
"It’s just that your father…I mean, Dad and I were worried about you, and…"
"Worried? Ha! You should have heard how ‘worried’ he was. Well, fuck him. No, forget that. That’s probably what he wants. Shit." She took a drink.
"What happened?"
A long drink before answering.
"He started whining about how late it was, and, like, where was I, and what was I doing. As if he really wanted to know! He just wants me for free sex and to do all the work around here, like I’m his property. Well, fuck that! I’ve had it with him and the whole, stupid wifey bit. I am out of here tomorrow."
She turned challengingly to face Melanie with the last statement, and the half-light of the TV finally illuminated her face. Melanie almost gasped again at seeing how young her mother looked. A girl, not a woman, despite the outlandish breasts. The light also glinted off the medallion she wore. Melanie’s medallion.
It was as though the light flashed straight to her brain. Melanie remembered that all the strange events of the last couple of days had occurred after she and Courtney had bought those. Could they somehow be involved? She had visions of hidden drugs and mind control electronics flash through her mind.
"Uh, Mom, could I see that medallion you’re wearing?"
An angry suspicious look.
"Why?"
"I don’t know. I did buy it. I’m curious about something."
Her mother clutched it tightly.
"No. You didn’t wear it, and I really like it. It’s mine now. If you want, I’ll pay you back. How much do you want?"
Melanie’s suspicions flared, but facing the obvious hostility, she backed off.
"Never mind. No big deal. Just noticed it is all." A slight relaxation of her mother’s grip. "You going to bed?"
"Ha! Not with HIM. I’ll sleep down here."
"You can use my room."
A slight perk up.
"Really? You wouldn’t mind? Thanks, that would be so cool. I wanted to borrow some more of your clothes in the morning anyway."
"Um, sure. But, Mom?" Uncertain pause. "Wear a bra tomorrow, OK?"
It was fortunate the Courtney had reversed her family’s age changes before going to bed, since she didn’t wake up again until she heard a surprised exclamation. She went into the hall to find her mother, naked except for a towel, fumbling in the linen closet.
"What’s up, Mom?"
A surprised jump, followed by a deep blush.
"Oh, nothing. A little, um, accident. I just need to get some clean sheets."
Courtney laughed silently at her mother’s discomfort. Already, her dream was almost forgotten in the pleasure of once more playing with people and watching their embarrassment.
"What’s the matter, Mom, you wet the bed or something?"
An even deeper blush. Courtney realized she’d hit it square on. No doubt a side effect of the regression and beer. Cool. Too bad she couldn’t give her the problem all the time.
A slight tingle. Suddenly, her mother’s eyes went wide. With a surprised cry, she leapt for the bathroom, but couldn’t quite reach it before the stream started. Courtney could barely contain her laughter at the sight.
Jason opened his door, small breasts and swollen nipples obvious through his thin T-shirt.
"What’s up with Mom?"
"Nothing," Courtney lied. "Female trouble."
"Oh." He quickly withdrew, as though it might be contagious.
Which, with Courtney around, it was.
"Careful, big brother," Courtney thought maliciously. "You may be finding out first hand about that soon."
To reinforce the thought, she shrank his cock another inch and enlarged her mother’s clit, producing another sound of surprise from the bathroom. Another thought, and the surprise gave way to a sigh of pleasure, followed by the sound of the door locking. Courtney wondered how her mother would deal with her increased and reoriented libido today, and what she thought was happening with her shrinking breasts and enlarging clit. At the moment, based on a low moan, it didn’t appear to bother her at all, but how would she react to another inch every day, until she was sporting an actual cock above her pussy?
The image was so engaging, Courtney had to actively suppress it before it became reality. This was getting so easy, she barely needed to think about the changes any more. Come to think of it, she wasn’t even sure she HAD thought of that. It was almost as though the idea had been whispered to her instead. Oh well, it seemed cool enough now that it was started. She couldn't wait to see Jason’s face after his shower the next few days.
For now, she needed to get ready for another school day. She had unfinished work to do.
"Now what?" Brad demanded wearily. He kicked at Amy, angry and frustrated that after about their eighth time, she had fallen into a light, contented slumber.
"Huh?" she startled awake. "What? Are you ready for more already?"
"No!" he shouted. "Haven’t you been listening to me?"
For the first time in her life, Amy wondered why girls wanted to talk so much. She lay back with an exasperated sigh.
"I was asleep. What were you talking about?"
"About this. These!" Brad shot back, pointing at his sticky, well-used sex and huge breasts. It was now obvious that Brad had transformed into a caricature of femininity. Disproportionately large breasts and hips dominated an otherwise tiny frame – Amy had to be at least a foot taller than him now. There seemed very little of Brad left in the soft, rounded body, the arms almost devoid of muscle, and his face transformed by small delicate features and lush, pouting lips.
Amy, of course, was now an over six foot slab of male hardness and sharp angles. She was more heavily muscled than Brad had ever been, as though all the muscle mass between them had somehow migrated to her. Her rough, handsome face echoed her own, but with much larger chin, nose and ears, and almost unrecognizable beneath a developing full beard and mustache which seemed days old rather than hours. In fact, her whole body was extensively covered with hair, something which should have disgusted her, but actually left her feeling rather proud. Almost as proud as the thick, 9 inch cock that dominated her lower body.
Brad turned to better face her, his large breasts jiggling as he shifted position. He grabbed them in frustration. "God these are heavy," he complained, not realizing he had far less back strength than even normally endowed girls at the moment. He caught Amy staring at them and tried to cover up. "So what are we going to do?" he demanded again, trying to change her thoughts.
"I don’t know," she admitted, feeling her cock firm up yet again. "We could always…"
"No! Uh uh. No way," Brad cut her off. "I let you try just about everything all night and look what it got me."
"Yeah," Amy agreed dreamily.
"Shut up!" Brad insisted, but feeling his eyes drawn to her rising member. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"Come on, baby," she crooned in her ever-deepening bass voice. "You enjoyed it too."
The worst part for Brad was that he had. A lot. Instead of being revolted by Amy’s thick cock inside him, he had loved it. He remembered some of the things he had said – and screamed – with acute embarrassment. OK, that was over. He was a boy. He had to remember that. He did not want some thick, hard…
Oh God! Look how big and hard it was. His huge breasts began to heave. Maybe this time…
The conversation quickly disintegrated. Oh well, nine was supposed to be a lucky number.
Melanie crept into her own room so as not to disturb the sleeping figure within. She had gotten her father, angry and sullen, and her somewhat confused brother off without major incident or question, and now had the house alone with her mother as planned.
She was sprawled on the bed, her short skirt now revealing a complete lack of underwear. Melanie was afraid to think what had happened to it, and averted her eyes, especially after seeing how matted and sticky the pubic hair looked. She saw that Diana had somehow managed to change her hair color during the night, but what was even more strange was that it seemed longer, fuller, even wavy. Whoever had done it had done a wonderful job – it looked completely natural. She stopped and gaped once more at the face it framed. The morning light showed even more dramatically the glowing, innocent face of a teenage girl.
OK, this was impossible. It had to be a trick of the light and a previously unnoticed improvement in her mother’s looks. People just didn’t change like this overnight. A fitness regimen, vitamins and good makeup. That had to be it. In the light of day, her suspicions about the medallion seemed absurd.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to examine it.
She crept closer, gingerly pulling the medallion from within her mother’s shirt. It felt cold in her hands, almost forbidding, but otherwise its appearance was unremarkable. No hidden messages, warnings, or secret compartments. Just a rather ugly piece of costume jewelry. Melanie shook her head.
"What was I thinking?" she asked herself in a whisper. "Like this could be responsible for Mom’s behavior. Or make her younger. Yeah, I wish."
She felt a slight tingle as she softly set the medallion back, then turned to leave. A soft moan and restless shifting from her mother made her turn back briefly.
And she froze.
Her mother’s skirt was still up, revealing the same view of naked legs and sex, but there was an obvious difference. The legs were slimmer, and the mat of pubic hair that had been painfully obvious was much thinner, barely a sprinkle in a line at the top. She stared in shock. Her mother’s massive breasts looked smaller, and slightly different in shape, stretching the shirt less obscenely. Melanie came close again and examined her more closely. Her face was even more innocent, rounder and softer, clearly a girl and not a woman.
And younger.
Melanie’s heart jumped as realization took hold. "Oh my God!" she breathed softly.
She touched the medallion again. "Younger," she whispered.
Her mother shrank before her eyes, the effect especially dramatic as her breasts all but disappeared, lost in the suddenly loose shirt. A glance below showed her mother was now a preteen.
"Impossible," Melanie told herself, refusing to believe her eyes.
Before she could continue the internal argument, she glanced in her bedroom mirror and jumped. For a second, she thought she saw her old and familiar mother’s face staring straight at her. Then, in amazement, she realized it was her own reflection. She walked up to it and stared.
Her face was her own, but a mature form: a 30-something woman’s with fine lines around her eyes and mouth, and a more defined nose and brow. Her body was heavier, more solid, with thicker thighs and middle that strained her teenage girl’s jeans. Her softer breasts overfilled her bra, and thin, prominent veins stood out on her hands and feet.
"How…?" she asked the astounded reflection.
Of course. She was older. Her mother was younger. A transference. Despite the unbelievable and horrifying realization, she felt some satisfaction at gaining some understanding. Now, could it be reversed?
Once more, she held it between her fingers.
"Older."
Her mother’s figure redeveloped, clothes tightening around rapidly swelling breasts and hips, the face maturing again before her eyes. She watched, fascinated, as her mother re-entered her adult years and became more and more familiar. She almost didn’t notice when her perspective started to change. Only when she saw the top of the bed seemingly getting closer did she look around. The room and her mother began to look larger with each second. She was shrinking!
Or, more precisely, regressing, she realized when she turned again to look in the mirror. Now she was the one with a barely adolescent body, 10-12 at the most. In shock, she stopped the age movement and took stock. She was much younger, yet even now, her mother wasn’t back to normal. Obviously, there weren’t enough years between them to do that. She tried not to think of where the others might be.
Since Melanie had no desire to remain a little girl, she hiked up her slipping jeans and turned once more to the medallion. A minute later, there were two teenaged girls in the room.
"Awesome," she couldn’t help admitting to herself.
Before she could experiment further, her mother’s eyes snapped open. With a wild cry, she jerked the medallion from Melanie’s grasp and scrambled to the far side of the bed.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she demanded fiercely.
Melanie used her best soothing voice.
"Mom, it’s the medallion. I think I’ve figured it out. It’s changed you. It’s…"
"Bullshit!" Diana cut her off. "You were trying to steal it, weren’t you? You ungrateful little bitch! It’s mine, do you hear? Don’t ever touch it again."
"Mom, listen to me. I don’t understand how, but it’s magic. It made you younger and affected your mind. It’s…"
"Stop it! I’m not listening!" Diana screamed, jumping off the bed. "It’s a trick. And it’s really stupid, and you’re stupid for trying to make me believe it. I’ve had it with you all trying to confuse me and control me. I’m out of here."
She started to stalk out, her fury and hostility palpable. Melanie couldn’t see any alternative. She leapt at her mother and grabbed at the medallion.
Her mother shrieked and fought frantically, seeming to have an almost lunatic strength as they struggled. Melanie could barely hold her own despite the element of surprise, and was quickly losing the fight. In desperation, she managed to get her hand on the medallion once more and tried to pull it off.
"Damn, I wish I was stronger," she thought furiously.
The tide shifted. Diana’s blows became lighter and less disabling. Melanie was able to keep her hold on the medallion and soon was able to actually physically restrain her mother.
"Let me go, let me go!" Diana howled, twisting helplessly.
Melanie couldn’t understand how she had gained the upper hand so completely, until she noticed the muscles bulging along her upper arm. She nearly lost her hold on her mother in her surprise, but quickly realized what had happened.
"Mom, listen to me." When the struggling continued, she squeezed hard with her enhanced muscles, driving Diana’s breath out. Melanie chastised herself for the thrill she felt at being so strong and dominating, but didn’t relax her grip. "You might as well listen. I’m not letting go until you do."
Diana finally quieted.
"Mom, do you have any idea what’s been happening to you? Do you know what this medallion can do?"
"What are you talking about? There’s nothing the matter with me. Geez, I have a little fun for once without you losers tagging along, and everybody acts like I’m crazy."
Melanie wrestled her over to a mirror.
"Mom, how old are you?"
"42," Diana admitted reluctantly.
"Look at yourself. Do you look like a 42 year old?"
Their reflection showed two teenage girls. They could almost be twins, except for Diana’s much larger breasts, something she noticed with great pride.
"Hell no. I look great!" Diana proclaimed. "My exercises and diet…"
Melanie couldn’t understand her mother’s stunning lack of perception. Could the medallion somehow cloud the user’s mind?
"Mom, this is NOT from exercise. Watch."
Melanie concentrated. Diana gazed as her face and figure youthened, her proud breasts shrinking as she passed back through adolescence.
"Hey, stop that. Stop it!" the increasingly young girl demanded as her boobs all but disappeared. She was now obviously shorter than Melanie as well, and stared at the reflection of the surprised girl in the loose clothes in disbelief.
"How…?"
"OK, now watch this."
Diana’s figure and height slowly returned. She watched in relief as her shirt filled out.
"Wow."
"Now do you understand?" Melanie watched carefully to see if her mother had accepted the situation. Unconsciously, her eyes also wandered jealously over Diana’s enhanced cleavage. Not surprisingly, she immediately started to feel her bra tighten, even as Diana cried out to see her breasts shrinking again for a different reason. With an effort, Melanie halted (but didn’t reverse) the transfer.
"Sorry, Mom. It just shows how incredibly dangerous this thing is. There’s no telling what it’s capable of." She remembered Courtney’s matching piece. "I’ve gotta warn Courtney and get rid of these things."
"Wait. Let me try something, just to be sure," Diana asked, moving her hand to nudge Melanie’s aside.
"Sure. Just be careful."
"Don’t worry, honey. I know exactly what I’m doing."
Melanie felt a sudden weakness assail her. A second later, she saw her newly bulging arms begin to slim, even as her mother’s began to bulk up.
"Hey!"
"Give it to me!" Diana snarled, suddenly Melanie’s equal in strength again.
They each tried to enhance their power to no avail – there was a constant back and forth ebb as they each invoked the medallion’s power. Trapped in a stalemate, Melanie at last changed tactics.
Diana suddenly felt her strength building. At last Melanie had abandoned the attempt to match her. Her daughter’s pulls and blows weakened quickly, and she knew she’d have sole possession of the medallion within seconds.
"Ha!" she shouted. "I win."
The cry of triumph died, however, as she heard how strange her voice sounded, high and thin and petulant rather than masterful. She suddenly realized that though she was clearly stronger than Melanie, she was much shorter.
And still shrinking quickly. With an exclamation of surprise, she felt her skirt fall to the floor, revealing heavily muscled but still small legs, and almost completely lacking the feminine curves she should have. She also realized in shock that she was clutching the medallion against a completely flat chest.
"Wha…?"
She looked up to see a very adult Melanie looking down at her sternly. Her disorientation allowed her daughter a few extra, precious seconds with the medallion.
"Sorry, Mom, it’s for the best."
Too late, Diana jerked the medallion away with her disproportionate strength, but the movement seemed to overwhelm her now precarious balance. She staggered a bit, her shirt now so large that it tangled her feet, then fell onto her bottom with a plop. When she tried to stand, she found all she could do was roll over and crawl, quickly becoming completely engulfed in the shirt.
A second later, an absolutely huge Melanie, now aged into her 30s, loomed above her. Her adult daughter reached down to triumphantly snatch the medallion from the clumsy – though incredibly strong – baby her mother had become.
"I’ll take that," she announced.
The baby screamed, and the kick at Melanie’s shins actually made her stumble.
"Ouch! Damn it, that hurt. I’ll have my strength back, please," Melanie decided, feeling the medallion warm in her hand.
The baby began babbling incoherently, then stopped, shocked at her jumbled speech.
"Sorry, Mom. I think you’d better stay that way for a while, until I can figure out what to do." She examined her normalizing arms with relief. It was awfully tempting to take a bit more.
And perhaps she did, for there was a wail of tears from the desperately kicking baby.
"OK, that’s it!" Brad insisted. "You are not touching me again." He slapped at the outstretched hand that tried to belie his words. "It’s morning. What are we gonna do? My parents will be back tonight! And how are you gonna go home?"
Amy at last seemed to forget the physical sensations that had come to dominate her thoughts. She actually stopped ogling Brad’s petite but ultra-feminine body, and allowed a small portion of her brain to consider their problem.
"Right. Well, first we get dressed."
"Dressed? What kind of plan is that?"
"A practical one. Personally, I’d love to keep you naked, babe, but it’ll make you more conspicuous when we go out."
"Out? We’re going out?"
Amy sighed. Brad’s mind was as sharp as ever. Good thing he had a killer bod whichever sex he was.
"Yes, Brad, we’re going out. It’s pretty much inevitable anyway, but right now I think it’s our best chance of figuring out what’s happened."
Brad looked around unhappily. "But none of my stuff’s gonna fit," he whined. "Look at me. I can’t be much over 5 feet tall."
It was true. Their last session seemed to have shrunk Brad even more, leaving him very short, but with huge breasts and an ass to die for. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his back straight, and Amy realized he’d lost even more muscle mass and tone. Reflexively, she tested the huge, hard biceps she now sported. Cool. She couldn’t resist patting her unrecognizable boyfriend’s very soft behind.
"You can wear my clothes. They’ll be big…well, except for the bra. God, you’re huge. You must be a DD at least."
An embarrassed Brad again crossed his arms in a vain attempt to hide his breasts.
"Forget it. I’m not wearing girl’s clothes."
"Brad, you’re a girl. Get used to it." She was already trying to squeeze into Brad’s clothes. To her undisguised pleasure, they were a little small.
Brad tried to hold on to a shred of his male dignity.
"I’m not wearing a bra!" he insisted.
Amy shrugged.
"Fine. Bounce away. Give your friends something to stare at."
The thought gave him pause. He decided to change subjects.
"So, we get dressed. Then what?"
"We eat breakfast," she answered practically, then immediately continued as his anger flared. "And we go to school."
"School? Uh uh. No fucking way! I’m not gonna let anyone see me like this."
"We have to, Brad. We have to retrace our steps from yesterday. Something happened along the way to trigger this. We’ve gotta find out what and how, and then reverse it. It’s our only hope of getting back to normal."
Brad was skeptical. Amy’s ideas hadn’t exactly accomplished much so far. (Though, to be honest, their success rather depended on your point of view. Amy, for example, thought the night had been highly satisfactory.)
"And what if it doesn’t work?"
Amy smiled and flexed softball-sized biceps in a dramatic pose, also highlighting her massive chest and thighs.
"Then the school has a new star quarterback."
Courtney had gotten to school early, to watch the students arrive. And have some fun. She was all too eager on her own account, but also felt a sense of near compulsion by the medallion. She listened to conversations (with hearing enhanced to a couple of boys’ detriment) to get ideas.
"Hey, Robbie, you ready for the algebra test?"
"Fucking yes! I studied all night. I know this stuff cold, man."
Well, not anymore. Courtney hoped the appreciation of needlepoint she’d just swapped for his mathematical knowledge would prove some small compensation.
"That girl is such a bitch. And her boobs are totally fake."
Giggles in the group, none of the girls noticing as their own chests deflated. A couple of boys nearby felt a sudden, foreign presence, their eyes going wide as their hands slowly moved up in disbelief.
"Hey, Kelly, what did you do to your hair?"
Kelly felt her surprisingly lank hair, the strand in her hand looking a dull brown, instead of her usual lustrous blond.
One of the soccer captains looked embarrassed as his voice broke, and he found himself speaking in the voice of a 12 year old girl. He’d be even more surprised to find his reflexes and physical strength matched it. A shy, withdrawn girl suddenly found herself sizing up boys as being potentially worthy of her, a superior, confident leer to her face. She strode the hall as though owning it, bumping aside a senior cheerleader, who suddenly felt flustered and embarrassed, her eyes fixed to the floor as she hugged the wall, desperately hoping no one would notice her.
More. She needed more. It needed more. Faces shifted, bodies reformed and thoughts blurred. Courtney twisted and shaped at will, reveling in her power and completely unconcerned about the lives she changed. Paybacks were long finished. It was pure pleasure now.
Two kids she didn’t know caught her eye: a tall, powerfully-built boy with the beginning of a full mustache and beard, dressed in tight athletic clothes, and a short, sexy girl, all hips and bust, looking utterly miserable in oversized jeans and a baggy shirt she hoped would hide her massive breasts. She wore no makeup, and had barely brushed her hair. She hurried in the protective wake of her apparent boyfriend, looking neither left nor right as she hurried past Courtney.
"Morning, Brad," somebody whispered.
The girl froze, turning fearful eyes around her. When she couldn’t locate the speaker, she tried to find her companion again.
And found him chatting earnestly with Stephanie, the cheerleader already giggling and twirling her hair.
With a furious gurgle, the girl ran to stake her claim in more forceful terms, only to find herself being intimidated by the much taller and stronger Stephanie. She only now began to realize that she was quite probably the shortest, weakest person in the school, a fact driven home as Stephanie’s entourage began to ring her in. Only her boyfriend’s reluctant intervention defused the situation, and based on the look the girls fixed on her, it was a temporary reprieve at best.
Courtney laughed as the girl hurried away, clinging to the boy’s arm. She didn’t notice the shadow move across her. A voice addressed her coldly.
"Courtney, we need to talk."
At first, Courtney didn’t recognize the older woman regarding her so severely. Her face was familiar, and she assumed it was someone’s mother, but then the realization hit.
Melanie. And she was wearing her own medallion.
"OK, we’re in the cafeteria. Now what?" Brad complained.
Amy looked around helplessly. She honestly didn’t know how to proceed. The place was nearly empty as classes started, and there was nothing out of the ordinary to suggest how they should proceed. Somehow, she had been hoping to find a sinister supercomputer disguised as a soda machine or an other-worldly, pod-bearing plant that had somehow escaped notice. Instead, the most mysterious item in sight was the morning breakfast meat.
Hmm. Come to think of it, those "breakfast patties" had tasted pretty strange.
"Come on," Brad whined. "What are we gonna do?"
Amy sighed. She bet Stephanie didn’t bitch like this.
There was obviously no way they could attend their classes in their current state. Unfortunately, her mind was also distracted by thinking about her earlier encounter with Stephanie, especially when she remembered what she had looked like while undressed yesterday. Suddenly, the thought gave her an inspiration.
"The locker rooms! Of course! That’s where this started. Let’s go."
Brad gulped. He was about to live every male’s fantasy – he was going into the girls’ locker room. Yet, somehow, this wasn’t quite the way he had envisioned it.
Courtney and Melanie had retreated to an empty office near the gym. Courtney casually wiped knowledge of the room from everyone nearby to assure them of privacy.
"Do I know you, ma’am?" Courtney asked mockingly.
"Lay off it," Melanie shot back. "Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?"
Courtney felt an angry rush.
"Don’t take that tone with me, girlfriend." A sneer. "Even if you are old enough to be my mother. Geez, what were you trying to do? You must be 40."
"I was trying to protect my mother," Melanie replied evenly. "You should see what this thing did to her. Courtney, she…she changed."
"Of course she changed," Courtney answered excitedly. "That’s what these things do. That’s what makes them great! Look at me." She paused, showing off her incredible figure – tall, with toned muscles but a full, feminine shape; gorgeous, highlighted hair with strands of red and gold making it almost shine; and a model-perfect face. "Who wouldn’t want this?"
Melanie stared in spite of herself – Courtney was stunning, flawless: a goddess. She felt a pang of jealousy, then a warmth as she realized she could be the same herself. She could feel the power surge within her, the presence of nearby students and teachers waiting to be shaped. It was all so easy. At the very least she could get rid of those extra pounds she’d added so unexpectedly.
She froze, realization dawning.
"Courtney," she said softly and in disbelief. "You used it on me."
Courtney’s face fell briefly. It was all the confirmation Melanie needed.
"That’s why my weight…and my clothes…oh my God, you even made me SHORTER. Why, Courtney, why?"
Courtney bit her lip but looked defiant. She felt a surprising lack of remorse at her friend’s reproach. Indeed, she felt a surprising lack of anything.
"I didn’t know how it worked then. I gave it back…well, most of it. You can fix it now that you have yours."
"Fix it?" Melanie asked in shock. "By making someone else fat? By making them shorter so I can be tall? Courtney, that’s wrong."
"Wrong?" Courtney flared back. "Wrong? Easy for a tall, thin girl to say. Well, maybe you won’t find it so wrong now that you’re not one. Besides, what’s really wrong is that some people have to live with nothing and some get everything – including an attitude. Life isn’t fair, right? Well, guess what?" She touched her medallion. "This just made it fair."
"But the others…"
"Get to learn what it’s like NOT to be a fashion model or Braniac. It’ll do them good. And it’s not like I take everything from them. Just a little bit here and there. That doesn’t really hurt anyone. And it feels incredible." She hugged herself ecstatically. "Try it."
Melanie looked at her evenly.
"Courtney, we have to undo everything we’ve done. Give everything back. Then destroy these things."
"What?" Courtney hissed. "Are you crazy? No way. I’m just getting started."
"Courtney, it’s wrong."
"Stop saying that! Don’t tell me what’s right and wrong. You think you’re so smart and perfect?" An evil grin. "Well, you’re not."
Melanie felt a strange tugging at her mind. The arguments she had been formulating seemed to slip beyond her grasp. It was getting hard to think clearly, and she realized why in shock.
"No! Courtney, I…uh…"
"Difficult to think of the right words, Melanie?" Courtney mocked. "What a pity. I, on the other hand, am feeling quite eloquent. Magniloquent, in fact." She smirked at Melanie’s expression. "A little difficult for you, dear? Vous a fait comprend cela? Zu schecht. Sorry. I’ll keep it simple for you. Did you know I’d already tapped some of the smartest kids in school? Quite delicious, really. Who knew there were so many words and ideas? Well, certainly not you anymore. Poor thing."
Melanie was having more and more trouble with even simple words.
"Courtney, you…um, me no am…"
"Hmm, pretty convincing there, Mel, but too late. If you want any chance of making it through high school, you’d better find a brain donor. Pick a smart one – it feels even better when they’re smart. Go ahead, try it."
Courtney stood by triumphantly, feeling with her heightened senses through the school. She couldn’t wait to see who Melanie would choose, and looked forward gleefully to watching the transfer. She HAD to see Melanie use the medallion. She wasn’t sure why. Part of it was for her own justification. But the medallion compelled her as well. Melanie had to use the other medallion. She had to. Then everything would be right.
Melanie shook her head slowly, tears in her eyes as she struggled to clear her imprisoning, fogged mind.
"No? NO?" Courtney demanded angrily. "What the hell’s the matter with you? This is our right! Use it!" Another crafty look. "You know, it’s gonna be really hard on you being so stupid. It’s not like you can get by on your looks."
Melanie felt her waist expand and her breasts shrink, leaving her only vestigial, fatty breasts that were completely eclipsed by her protruding stomach. Her face erupted in acne, and her breathing became asthmatic, even as her vision blurred and her hair thinned to limp straggles. She lost several inches in height, and Courtney loomed over her.
"USE IT! Change yourself!"
Melanie still shook her head. Her words were thick behind suddenly crooked teeth.
"Wrong."
Courtney slapped her.
"You stupid, fat bitch. You’re barely intelligent enough to talk, but you’re still all high and holy? Jesus! It must be nice to always be right. I wish I had your uncomprehending moral assurance."
Oops.
In a corner of her mind, Courtney thought she could hear an alien scream. A second later, the enormity of what she had done – of what she had become – slammed home. She stared at her friend in horror, before her head began to spin with images of the last 24 hours, roaring and accusing to assault her. Visions of her mother and brother blurred together with the confused victim before her. She fell to her knees.
"Oh my God," she whispered, closing her eyes as though to block the images, her body shaking. "Oh my God, Melanie, what have I done?"
"Courtney…"
"No, don’t." Courtney held up a hand, still needing time to compose herself. She couldn’t face her friend yet. "Oh, Melanie. I’m so sorry."
"For what?" a freshly invigorated voice asked. "You were right. This is awesome."
Courtney opened her eyes in shock. Melanie was rapidly transforming: her stretched-tight clothes flattening as her fat disappeared, then her shirt pushing out again as her breasts returned, larger and firmer than before. She grew to nearly six feet in height, her body shaping and toning to centerfold perfection, even as it youthened to her true age.
And elsewhere, Ms. Jones pulled at her skirt while teaching American history, concerned over the way it was digging into her. She had to stop writing on the board, her knowledge suddenly seeming to blur and slip away, and she realized in some surprise that she had no idea whatever how to spell Roanoke anymore (not that her students were in any position to correct her on the matter). Her faltering writing line had also drifted down the board, as though she had been losing height while she wrote – as indeed she had. Her breath became labored and tight, and students noticed a sprinkling of gray in her hair. Their young teacher had apparently become a short, pudgy, middle-aged woman overnight. The students themselves fared no better. Caitlin in the first row didn’t notice as her thighs began to spread beneath her, or her shirt deflated. Beth, proud owner of a pair of perfect Cs, thought something was wrong but couldn’t quite place what it was as she slowly became flat chested. She idly readjusted a suddenly loose (and now unnecessary) bra strap while she wondered why the history lesson had abruptly become so difficult to follow. James worked his jaw, his teeth feeling strange and almost out of place, and wondered why he felt so weak.
"Melanie…" Courtney gasped.
"Awesome," Melanie muttered again. "But why stop there?"
She added some more muscle courtesy of the football team’s defensive line, then her hair exploded into a glowing, luxuriant mane. Her skin had cleared and now shone flawlessly.
"Oh no. No." Courtney started to her feet, albeit shakily.
"The possibilities are endless, and so delightful," Melanie said in wonder. "It’s absolutely incredible. And you were right – the smart ones taste better. I’ve already drained a couple of teachers. Poor dears must be having some problems – might even cost them their jobs. Ha! It’s wonderful. But, hell, why stop there? Just a bit off the top from everybody would be nice."
Courtney grabbed her companion’s hand in horror. Melanie immediately spun to glare at her. Courtney saw anger, jealousy, even hatred in her eyes. But not Melanie. Her friend was gone.
And both medallions glowed in triumph.
That familiar warmth now burned Courtney’s skin. Ignoring it, she tried to grab Melanie’s necklace.
"Hands off, bitch, or it’s personal payback time," Melanie snarled. Her hand came around to clasp Courtney’s wrist, hard, cold, and intentionally painful. "I was going to let you off easy since you helped show me the way."
Courtney despaired at the unrecognizable voice and eyes.
"Melanie, listen to me. You were right. I see that now. It changed me. I changed you. Don’t you remember what you said? You were right. I’m sorry."
"Sorry? For what?" Melanie sneered. "That someone else figured this little thing out? Tough shit. There’s another goddess in town. Get used to it."
"Melanie, don’t you understand. They CHANGE you! They’re evil!"
Melanie laughed. "Now who’s the self-righteous bitch? Evil? Get over it. What a little wimp you turned out to be. The power’s in the right hands now."
"No!" Courtney screamed, terrified at the changes now obvious only to her. Had she changed this much already? Could they ever go back? In desperation and disgust, she smashed her own medallion against the table.
To her astonishment, it sprang back intact, despite leaving a dent in the table. Simultaneously, it sent a shuddering pang through her arm that made her scream and release her hold. Melanie laughed.
"Too much for you, Courtney? Give it up then. Better leave these things to the big girls from now on. It takes a special woman to be a goddess. See you around. Maybe."
Melanie turned to leave, and Courtney was bereft. The flash of the cursed artifact around her friend’s neck caught her eye, and in a flash of insight she could never explain, she leapt after Melanie and grabbed her medallion one more time. The shriek and iron grip on her hand were expected. The bone-burning pain that raced through her arm wasn’t, but she held on. Bracing herself, and somehow knowing it was her very life at risk, she used her still throbbing arm to smash both medallions together as hard as she could. There was a flash of light, a stabbing pain through her skull that turned her vision white, and then both girls fell shrieking to the floor.
A shriek also echoed through the girls’ locker room. Brad had been changing into Amy’s gym clothes when a half-dressed girl had turned the corner, taken one look and turned, screaming, to run away. Angry voices of discussion were followed seconds later by a group of determined and obviously incensed, already-dressed girls, shielding the one who had panicked.
"I told you," the undressed girl in back shouted, the other girls staring daggers.
"Brad! You fucking pervert!" Valerie declared angrily, before her expression of fury and outrage changed to shock. A second later, she burst out laughing, as did the girls around her. "Oh my God! Brad, you fucking pervert."
The tone was entirely different, carrying mocking scorn and amused surprise. Brad looked down in horror to see that he was his old self, a boy caught flat out in the girls’ locker room. A boy wearing lingerie.
The horror was replaced by the elation of being back to normal, and only mildly tempered by the incongruous bra and panties he’d borrowed from Amy. He raised a fist in triumph.
"Yes!"
Then, the first camera clicked, followed by several others, and the horror returned.
Amy found herself engulfed by suddenly oversized clothes as she changed in the boys’ locker room. As she struggled to adjust them, she felt the extra flesh jiggling beneath her shirt that she had already accustomed herself to be without. Damn. She wrestled the shirt off desperately to confirm what she already knew. Her breasts bounced most fetchingly while she held up suddenly puny looking arms in sad examination. Completely normal. Her exclamation of disappointment caught the attention of a half-naked boy on the way to the shower.
"Shit! A girl!" he blurted.
His outcry also drew an immediate crowd, but the reaction was otherwise quite different.
A beautiful, mostly-naked girl sneaking into the boys’ locker room?
Thank you, God.
Diana stood up warily, her morning memories a blur. She realized in horror that she was naked except for a tightly stretched diaper.
A wet diaper.
As portions of her fragmented memory came back, she collapsed again. How could she ever face her family and friends again? It had to be a nightmare.
But there was still that wet diaper accusing her in a rather insistent manner. And some discarded, soiled clothes that were just as argumentative on the subject.
Oh my God.
Only after a long, tearful taking stock did she finally get up to change. The first thing she did after finding some clean clothes was to call her husband. It took her several minutes to work the phone correctly, but she put that down to her nervousness.
Another mistake.
Courtney’s mom relaxed in her meeting. For the first time that day, she had some sense of bladder and bowel control, and desperately hoped she could make it through the presentation without peeing her pants. Again.
But she wouldn’t risk removing the adult diaper for a couple of days more.
And she had no idea how she was going to break her date that night with one of the notoriously bi secretaries she had flirted with all morning.
Jason reached up in disbelief to finger the earrings he’d worn. What could have possessed him to wear such a feminine style? And his clothes – had he really borrowed…?
He caught sight of his reflection in a window and nearly screamed. Without another thought for classes, he turned for home.
The pounding in Courtney’s head matched the pounding on the door. Her first thought as she struggled to respond was how weak she felt. Her second was a sudden concern for Melanie as her memories returned. She opened her eyes.
Melanie, looking exactly as Courtney remembered her from before the nightmare had started, was shaking her head groggily. There was no sign of the medallions that had hung round their necks. Courtney looked down to see the old, pudgy body that would have sickened her an hour before. In rising relief, she helped Melanie to her feet just as the door flew open.
"What the hell’s going on in here?" Ms. Arden demanded. The gym teacher was a bit confused as to why she hadn’t even remembered this room being here until she heard the screams from within. She glared at the two dazed girls accusingly.
"I…we, uh…" Courtney floundered.
"There was a bug on my arm," Melanie put in, catching Courtney’s eye. "I sort if freaked. Sorry."
Courtney sighed in relief, not at Melanie’s concocting a story, but at what she saw in her eyes. Her friend was back.
"Hmmph," Arden considered. She was hesitant to alienate her intended new basketball recruit. Though in regular clothes, she was amazed how different Courtney looked. She actually looked shorter, not to mention heavier, and there was no sign of that upper body musculature that had caught her eye on the court. Still, clothes could hide a lot. "All right. But you two should be in class. I should report you…unless of course Courtney is going to be at practice tonight."
Sure," Courtney agreed, relief partly replaced by new worry. "I, uh, hurt my arm though. I may look a little ragged."
"Just play like yesterday, and I’ll be happy. Now, get going."
The two girls left eagerly.
"Melanie, I…"
"Wait. I need to check something," Melanie cut her off. She immediately pulled out her phone to call home. When her mother answered, she almost cried in relief, and a few minutes conversation convinced her that the changes seemed to have completely disappeared.
Well, except for the way her mother kept pronouncing her ‘L’s like ‘W’s. That was a bit disconcerting. And her syntax was still a bit…juvenile. Melanie hoped these weren’t permanent side effects from being regressed back to infancy.
Unfortunately, those changes were just the beginning…
Oops, sorry, that’s another story. Ahem. Getting back to the story at hand, several more minutes found the girls still walking the hallways. There had been a prolonged silence, which Courtney finally broke.
"Thanks, Melanie."
It said much more, naturally, and Melanie understood. They hugged wordlessly a few seconds, and both were misty-eyed afterwards.
"Looks like everything is back to normal," Melanie summed up.
Courtney nodded, but wasn’t so sure. She had a strange, almost hollow feeling deep inside, and there was still faint whispering that tugged at the edge of her consciousness. And some memories she couldn’t quite place. Still, Melanie was back, and that was what really mattered. Courtney decided to make light of her misgivings.
"Arden’s gonna be pissed when she sees how I really play," she sighed. "And Crystal’s gonna run me ragged."
"At least it will be the real you playing," Melanie replied quietly.
"Yeah, great," Courtney muttered. She fell silent for a while, then added, "You know, it’s actually kind of fun when you’re playing well. Maybe if I work on it. And try some of my brother’s weights. The small ones anyway." Another silence. "I’m sorry, Melanie."
Melanie stopped to look at her kindly.
"It was hard to resist, wasn’t it?"
Courtney nodded.
"So easy. I lost myself, Melanie. thanks for helping me get back." She smiled. "Guess you were my guardian angel."
"Hardly," Melanie smiled back. "I didn’t tell you about the things I did BEFORE coming to school." She looked around conspiratorially. "Whatta you say we skip classes?"
It was too tempting an offer to refuse.
He closed his watch with a sigh. So close. Nearly three instead of just the two he’d planned. He hated the way a single selfless act could atone for so much, or ruin a carefully laid trap, but those were the rules. He should have intervened earlier, but the chance to trap both mother and daughter had been too tempting. He smiled as he touched a small, nude female figurine on the table. Oh yes, so tempting indeed.
He looked up at the girl examining his array of goods. She had picked up an amulet that combined the symbols for male and female in an intertwining design. A wistful smile came to her lips, but she shook her head ruefully and started to put it back.
"On the contrary," he said, catching and holding her eye. "It does exactly what you hope."
"What…who…how did you…" she spluttered, more embarrassed than shocked at the possibility that her thoughts were known.
"Relax, Amy. I know many things, and I can make dreams come true."
Amy blushed.
"There’s no way…"
"Male and female are just parts of a spectrum. You’ve seen that. Now you can control it."
Amy’s breath quickened. So weird, as though he knew exactly…
No! It was impossible! Though that word had left her vocabulary given what she’d just been through. But to actually control it…
The amulet seemed to warm to her touch.
Well, what the hell, she decided. It was an interesting piece anyway.
"What does it cost?" she asked a bit too eagerly.
He hesitated. Ah, yes, the cost.
"You can have it for $5," he announced.
Amy paid it gladly, not realizing that he hadn’t answered the question.
But she would find out eventually.
As do we all.
END
Pretends to be the boss around here.