Troubled Teen

[Alice]

Troubled Teen
By Tainted Sins

Section 1: The Problem

The alarm brought Serena Weight into the dawning of a brand new day. Offering the clock an angry glance, as if it were personally going out of its way to annoy her, she quickly switched it off. But that's how Serena saw most of the world. Everything that ever went wrong in her life was obviously someone's fault, even if it was caused by an inanimate object. And since she would never do anything to harm herself, that meant the blame was always assigned to someone else.

After the sleep was rubbed from her eyes, and the calling of her bed was not quite so loud, she discovered she was no longer as mad. After all, it was great to be her! She was seventeen, popular, and rich. Well...her family was anyway. And although they could be very strict at times she had learned a wonderful secret during the last year. There wasn't much they could do if you ignored them.

After combing through her hair and brushing her teeth she stood in front of her full length mirror for her daily ritual of admiring herself. The tight and sleek pink nighty was nice. She was almost certain it gave her brother a hard-on every time he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in it these days. But it did cover up too much of her perfect body, so she pulled it up over her head.

Ahh...what a wonderful sight she was topless. Large, firm, milky white breasts that seemed to scream out to be touched and played with. She had taunted many a guy with them, giving them just enough of a taste to ensure they'd be home jerking off the rest of the night. Several times she had called their house a few minutes after their encounter and asked for them, then listened to the shouts of surprise from their moms unknowingly walking in on them. Huh! Guys sure were stupid. But they had their uses on occasion. What would any guy at her school give to be staring at her at this very moment? She smiled at this thought. It gave her a thrill to have total access to what most guys would kill for. Shaking her breasts at the mirror she gave a little 'Woo woo!' then went into a giggling fit. What would the guys give to get their hands on such treasures? She was finding out more and more everyday. Manipulating guys into buying her gifts and such. An act her parents were noticing more and more and obviously didn't approve of. Oh well, what did she care?

Pulling her cotton panties down her long slender legs she studied her reflection. After all, it took a lot of work and practice to be so attractive. She remembered how awkward she had been at twelve and shuttered. No, she definitely would keep up the work. It was worth it.

Later on, with makeup applied perfectly, including a wonderful deep red shade of lipstick that she couldn't get away with until this year, she skipped out of her room in a skirt that her mother considered to be far too short and a top that showed just enough of her ample bosom to upset her father beyond words.

When it was mentioned she was rich, it wasn't a hundred room mansion rich. Her three story house was big enough...white with a housekeeper and part-time cook included. But it wasn't like her Dad was Bill Gates or anything. He just happened to work with him sometimes. She was glade he had his own company though. The thought of moving to rainy gloomy Seattle bummed her out every time. Nope. It was sunny California for her, and she would settle for nothing less.

As she leisurely made her way down the hall she noticed the sound of her thirteen year old brother taking a shower coming from the family bathroom. Serena had been lucky enough to snag the only other bedroom with a bathroom in it while her younger brother was forced to use the one in the hall. And at the moment, Serena just happened to know the door was broken.

With an evil grin on her normally sweet face, she quietly opened the door and slipped in. Her brother had the curtain pulled shut and with the running water didn't notice her. Without a hint of remorse she snatched up the only towel and all his clothes and with a burst of laughter that gave her presence away, darted back out into the open hall.

It only took Dennis a moment to assess the situation, and knowing his sister well he decided the best plan of action was to make a mad dash for his room before Serena had time to put her advantage to good use. Unfortunately for him, he was too late.

With a bright flash Serena snapped her Poloroid just as her brother came out of the bathroom, getting an amusing shot of his little seventh grade heinie. Not quite so amusing though, as when he turned around in surprise and she got a nice close-up on his still pathetically underdeveloped member. A few more pictures were snapped as he ran for cover and eventually vanished into his room. Of course she hid the pictures well as he was getting dressed, and when he swore he would tell the parents unless she destroyed them she returned the threat with promising to mail them to girls from his school if he didn't keep his big mouth shut. This had the desired effect, and a few days later, when they're parents were out for the night Dennis was forced to sit up in his room as he heard Serena and all her girlfriends giggling over the photos.

As for the rest of that morning before school started, nothing else of note occurred except for a conversation in the kitchen.

Her Mom and Dad were already sitting down for breakfast when she came in, late as usual. She skipped the eggs and bacon bit they had laid out for her in exchange for some juice and a bagel which she ate standing up away from the table. Silence ruled the majority of the time, seeing as her recent behavior had caused a lot of tension in the house, and it was Serena who finally spoke.

'I'm so glad I don't have to listen to you two any longer.' She said happily, as if rubbing it in. But really she was simply reaffirming her newfound power. She knew she had her parents on the ropes, and she just had to keep pounding away until they were too tired to fight any longer. And if that meant an argument every morning, she was more than happy to oblige.

'Well someone sure is cocky!' Her Dad said, sounding very annoyed. 'Remember young lady, not only are you still under eighteen, you are also still living under my roof! Which means we play by my rules. You got that?'

'Oh sure Dad. I'm sorry. I was just kidding around. You know how us crazy teenagers get! Heh. But seriously, what was it you wanted me to do? I'll get right on it. I just don't want to fight anymore okay?'

'Well that's a relief.' Her Dad said, going back to his eggs.

'For starters.' Her Mom began. 'You can go upstairs and change. There is no way in hell you are leaving the house like that!'

Serena's Dad mumbled in agreement through a mouth full of food.

'Gee Mom, I didn't realize you felt so strongly about it. I'll get right on it.' Setting her glass and half-eaten bagel down she started heading back towards the stairs leading up to her room. Both parents watched in amazement. Then suddenly she stopped. 'Oh wait. No I won't!' And with that she smirked at the two stunned onlookers and skipped towards the door leading out. Just before leaving she shook her shapely behind at them, turned her head just enough to offer them both another smirk and a giggle, and then she bounded out the door. Both parents sat there with their mouths hanging open in shock as they heard her start her car and drive off.

School was fun of course. She bossed around her usual group of followers...er...friends. Turned down a few guys asking for dates with a couple of cruel words. And skipped whatever classes she wasn't 'in the mood for.' It didn't matter anyway...She had the body to charm a grade out of any male teacher, and the money to bribe one out of any female. Oh yes. Her life was hers to command. But that was all about to change.

Section Two: The Solution (A Little Over a Week Later)

'I'm going out. Not sure when I'll be back.' Serena said as she skipped down the stairs, past the living room where her parents were sitting, and towards the front porch. Even though it was a Saturday afternoon she was of course expecting the usual trauma from her folks, and she knew they could expect the usual slamming of a door in answer.

'Actually, could you come here for a minute sweetheart?' Her Mother asked, sounding unusually pleasant. 'There's someone here I think you'd be very interested in meeting.'

This was new. She had heard her parents talking to someone for over an hour while she was upstairs, but she hadn't bothered to investigate further. Mom and Dad had given up introducing her to new friends in order to avoid the embarrassing scenes she tended to create in order to show she was not pleased. So who was this clown sitting on the couch across from her folks?

'Another one of your geek friends from work Dad?' She asked as she turned around and walked into the room.

'Good Lord, what is that you're wearing?!' Her Mother cried out.

'I'm going swimming. There's a pool party over at Dave's house.' She turned around to give everyone a full view of her very skimpy bikini. Of course it wasn't a thong...she wasn't a slut or anything. But it did show far more than enough to reduce all the guys to walking hard-ons.

'Don't you think that's a little inappropriate for a girl your age?' The small nerdy guy with glasses questioned meekly.

'What the hell business is it of yours?' Serena shot back.

'Serena Dear...this is Dr. Marshal. He's here to see if he can help with our...er...family crisis.' Her Mom explained.

'You got me a shrink?! Are you crazy? I'm not letting any mental health problems go on my record. No way!' Then turning to Dr. Marshal she angrily continued. 'Do you hear that doc? We're fine. We don't have a single problem in the world. So you can just show yourself to the door!'

'Serena!' Her Dad scolded.

'No, no.' Dr. Marshal said, holding his hands up. 'It's alright Mark. I've got thick skin.' Then turning to the girl in question he replied. 'Actually Serena, I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm an archeologist. I specialize in selling powerful artifacts to...well...to those who can afford it.'

Serena burst out laughing. 'You guys bought me a witch doctor? Wow you really are desperate. But I got news for you, it's not going to work so just deal with it! See you suckers later, I hope you didn't pay this guy too much.'

'Serena, wait. At least give me a chance, hmm? Or are you afraid...?' Dr. Marshal questioned.

'Ha! Afraid of a needle-dick such as yourself? Not likely. I am however BORED! You've got thirty seconds.' She stood staring at him with her arms folded across her well endowed chest.

'Thank you.' He said, reaching into a bag laying on the floor and producing a small black ball. 'This is the Orb of Etin, a powerful magic device. It is skilled in every form of age manipulation imaginable, and your parents have just purchased it from me. Now you have two choices. You can go up and change into something more appropriate. Or I can give your parents a little demonstration of its powers.'

'Whatever loser! I'm outta here.' With that, Serena walked out the door and drove off.

Ignoring her, Dr. Marshal turned to Serena's parents. They talked for about twenty more minutes, finally ending with this comment. 'I have spelled this artifact to only work on your daughter, so that you don't take advantage of its powers. But within those limits, it can do anything you can imagine involving age manipulation in nearly any sense of the word. The key is using this device to solve specific problems. If you're punishments are too broad, Serena will just feel picked on and will never learn from her mistakes. Now in this case she is refusing to act in accordance with your dress code. So Diane, I want you to hold the orb in your hand and imagine a time when she was dressed more appropriately for swimming. Concentrate specifically on the outfit and not her actual body or you will go too far.'

Serena's Mom nodded as she took the orb. Closing her eyes, she began to imagine and the orb began to glow...

Section 3: At the Pool Party

I couldn't believe my parents. They are so lame! And that doctor guy was a real jerk. Who did he think he was anyway? Well I think he was a moron. Thinking he could scare me into submission. I'm not scared of anything! I am woman, hear me roar! Ha, take that Doctor Dork.

The whole situation was disturbing. I wondered what my parents would try next. But with a smirk I realized it didn't matter. And it certainly wasn't worth missing out on a fun filled Saturday by the pool.

I got to Dave's house in about twenty minutes. That's pretty good time, I must have been speeding. Oh well, silly me! So anyway, I rang the bell and I was feeling loose and ready to PARTY! But while I was waiting my bikini started to feel all funky. Like it was riding up my crack or something...and the top suddenly felt very constraining, I couldn't feel the air on my breasts like a moment before. It was all very strange, but also oddly familiar. Unconsciously, I reached back and lifted my hip slightly so that I could pull the damn thing out of my crack and then suddenly a memory struck me of my Mom shouting 'Serena! Quit picking at your butt!' From across the pool during our stay at the Disneyland Hotel many years back.

Looking down I nearly screamed when I saw I was back in that same old tormenting suit! It was a soft pink, made out of cheap material. A one piece suit that not only covered everything, but had a little pink ruffle running around the waste like a tutu. On the belly was printed a big smiling face of Minnie Mouse with text underneath it that read 'Official Member of the Mickey Mouse Club.' Wide eyed, I arched my head back and stared down in horror. That smiling rodent was also printed right on my butt! Although you could hardly tell what it was, seeing as it was already starting to ride up again. When I flipped my head around I noticed that my brown hair had become quite long again, and was actually in the form of two hanging pigtails now. My feet were no longer bare. Instead they were covered in matching pink flip-flops, also covered with Minnie's mocking face.

Suddenly the door flung open, followed by a fit of laughter. 'Serena?! Ha ha! Is that really you?' Dave asked thoroughly amazed. Looking quite a bit better than I in his swim-trunks.

I was bright red. And could only nod.

'What's with the outfit babe? I mean I know the school girl look is in right now, but I didn't realize they meant PREschool!'

Right then would have been a perfect time to lie. To say it was all a gag or something. Or to even pretend that I thought it looked cool. Instead I could only think of the line I used back when I originally wore the damn thing. 'My Mom made me wear it.' I couldn't believe those words had just come out of my mouth! I felt like a complete loser.

'No shit? I didn't peg you as the type who still let Mommy dress her. Heh.'

'I think I'm going to head out Dave.' I said, and was about to turn around.

'Hey, no way!' He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. 'Hey guys! Come check this out!' He shouted just before slamming the door.

As you can imagine. It went downhill from there. Everyone got a good chuckle, which turned into a full fledged laugh when Dave made me tell them why I was dressed this way. I was even voted the official dork of the party. Beating out Martin and Beth...a couple of total losers who were now having a good time at my expense as well.

Eventually I ended up just standing in the near shallow end of the pool. The water was up past my waste. I couldn't even hang out with my friends in the deep end because for some reason I remembered my Mom telling me she didn't want me getting my hair wet. What was that all about? Since when did I care what she thought? But when asked, that's what I said, and more laughter came before all the 'cool' crowd was off in search of other forms of amusement.

So there I stood. Surrounded by a ton of geeks enjoying the view. It wasn't that there weren't a lot of other girls wearing skimpier outfits... But the fact of the matter was this suit was not designed for boobs. It was stretched to the limits by my large breasts and my nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material. Not only that but the cheap make of the suit caused me to itch. And itch I did! I scratched my butt, making sure to repeatedly pull the damn thing out of my crack, I scratched my...private region...and I repeatedly scratched my boobs. Much to the delight of my new set of admirers. I had to admit, I didn't know what was going on. But I knew it couldn't get any worse.

*** Meanwhile: Back at the house. ***

'You should see how well everything worked out when she gets home.' Said Dr. Martial as he stood up to leave. 'Just call me if you have any problems. You've got my pager number.'

'I'm sure we will be more than satisfied Ron.' Serena's Dad said confidently as he shook his hand. 'You've got some very high recommendations backing you up.'

'I appreciate your confidence.' Dr. Martial replied as he was led to the door. Than as an after thought he asked. 'Mrs. Weight. I wonder if you wouldn't mind me taking one last look at that.'

'Of course not.' She answered, handing over the orb.

Dr. Martial held it in his hands for a moment and it glowed shortly before returning to its dark color. 'For calling me a geek.' He explained as he handed it back. And then with a smile he walked out the door.

*** Back to the Pool Party ***

I was wishing for about the millionth time that this stupid party was over so I could end my humiliation and go home when I started looking around to see if anyone was watching. Most of the nerds had seemed to have finally moved on to more active targets... I hadn't been sure if yelling at them in such a ridiculous outfit would work, but apparently nerds were scared of girls, period. So anyway, I start to wonder why exactly I am so concerned with who is watching me when I suddenly realize I am peeing in the pool!

Like totally sick me out, right? But the terrible thing was it didn't! It just seemed like an okay thing to do. It was better than having to get out of this swimsuit and then put it back on and everything. What was I saying?! But I couldn't help it. It made sense...it was embarrassing that it did...but I couldn't argue with the logic of it. I even pushed harder so that it would come out fast and I could move on.

I finally finished with relief when I heard a voice yell. 'Hey Dave! Serena just peed in your pool!' I looked down and it was painfully obvious by all the yellow liquid floating around me. And it was painfully obvious as everyone started to crowd around and laugh.

*** Back Home ***

Serena peaked in the back door leading to the kitchen. She was sopping wet, her towel having vanished with her bikini, and completely humiliated. This had been the worst day of her life, and now the only thing she could hope for was that she could somehow escape the eyes of her family.

All seemed clear, so she tiptoed in, which didn't do a lot of good with the clomping effect of her pink flip-flops. Hurriedly she started to scurry up, still no sign of anyone. The air-conditioned house caused her to become very cold and her teeth started to chatter. Goose-bumps covered her white quivering flesh, and her nipples were hard and poking straight out. She couldn't wait to get into a hot shower!

A flash interrupted her daydreaming as she reached the top of the stairs.

Her brother was holding the camera with her Mom and Dad standing behind him
'Surprise!' They all called out cheerfully.

'Surprise for what?' Serena asked, covering herself and the humiliating outfit as best she could.

'We just thought a little party was in order to welcome you back to the family. You see you're not going to be allowed to be an independent woman any longer. You are going back to being Daddy's sweet little girl....whether you like it or not.'

Chills ran through Serena's spine, and not because of the air-conditioning. She managed to croak out a 'Whatever!' as she pushed past her family and into her room. Her Mom was kind enough to restore her outfit and hair to its previous incarnation. Unfortunately, she wasn't aware of the change Dr. Marshal had made and Serena soon found herself peeing in the shower.

Section 4: Rebellion (The Next Morning)

I didn't sleep very good the night before. Well, DUH! This was a serious problem, and I had a lot of things to think about. My parents now had the upper hand and I would NOT allow that to continue. They wanted little miss princess? Well they would get little miss bitch! I mean, if I caved and all that, sure I might avoid more embarrassing stuff, but how long did they intend to keep me under their foot? My whole life no doubt! My parents were freaks. They wanted me to stay a little girl forever. Well I can tell you right now, that wouldn't be happening. I promised myself that no matter how bad it got I would keep fighting. Eventually they would realize it wasn't working and leave me alone, and maybe even get their money back for that crappy magic stone and buy me a new car to make up or something. I mean, that's what they really should have done in the first place if they wanted my love back.

So anyway, I go downstairs for breakfast and everyone is there, and they were all smiles. They were just so pleased with themselves and intent on rubbing it in. Even my brother, the little brat was busy flipping through the pictures he took of me the day before and commented he was planning on taking them to school. At least my Mom told him not to, but the little rat snuck them into his backpack all the same.

So I sit down and everyone was all 'How was your night honey?' 'Did you sleep well sweetheart?' 'Could you pass the jam Sis?' Well I wasn't going to play along! I was pissed, and they were going to know it! That is until an interesting fact caught my attention.

So I played it cool, and I was the little angel they all seemed to want so much. Dad and
Dennis seemed almost disappointed that I had turned around so quickly. But Mom was happy enough. I still say she is a total bitch. Anyway, I'm all 'It was fine. Slept good, thanks for asking. Sure Dennis, here's the jam. No prob bro!' And everything was peachy. I even ate that fatty food they wanted me to eat so much.

Time passes, more lame stuff is said, and then I ask if it is okay if I drink my normal juice with my breakfast.

'Of course honey. I'm just glad to see you're finally eating.' Mom says.

Ya, I bet she is. She probably is jealous of my body and wants to see me chubby like her in my old age! Not likely. Anyway, I play it cool, right? And I'm so smooth. I reach out and pat my Dad on the shoulder and he smiles. Doesn't even see it coming and I reach out and snatch up that black ball thing he had sitting on his lap, and jump away from his reach.

'Ha!' I cry out triumphantly as they all stare at me stunned. Well there's a lot
more surprises to come sweethearts, I think to myself with an evil smile. What had that guy said? Any type of age manipulation imaginable? Good enough. I was told I had a great imagination. 'Hope you two won't mind spending some time back in diapers!' I giggle, imagining my two parents, what were they in their forties? Standing there half naked, helplessly messing in their Pampers. The sight in my mind was hilarious and too good to pass up. I could always do the full fledged physical transformation later if I wanted. So, laughing, I willed it into action. Unfortunately, as was later explained to me, I hadn't been around to hear the part about the stupid orb thing only being spelled to work on me.

I knew I was in trouble right away. The thing started to glow and I felt this weird tingling all over. Startled, I dropped the stupid thing. It didn't break or anything, but I really wasn't concerned with that at the moment.

My clothes were the first thing to go. They just faded away right before my eyes! Everything but my panties. I was just wearing a plain tight fitting pair of white cottons. What can I say? I hadn't been in a festive mood that morning. So anyway, my boobs are just hanging out for all to see right? And I can't believe it! I just stare down at them in shock. I don't even think to cover them, even though my brother laughs.

So I'm just staring down at my tits, that are just flopping around, out in the open, like they don't have a care in the world! And then the tingling starts again, but it is worse this time. I don't understand what is happening at first, but then I notice my breasts are starting to get bigger. What in the hell? What does that have to do with anything I said? And then I realize, in my wish or whatever you call it, I mentioned my parents were in their forties. I screamed as I suddenly understood I must be getting older.

The scream was already more mature than I remembered it. I was up in my twenties no doubt. But then I realized something else was happening. My panties were feeling tighter by the minute. Looking down, I saw that I was definitely gaining weight. The spell must have taken into account the big breakfast I had just eaten, and assumed that's what my diet was always like!

My once beautiful breasts were already starting to droop. I thought about my cute, tight, little butt. You wouldn't even have called it an ass. It was definitely the little boner popping butt of a seventeen year old. Well, at least it use to be. I could see the reflection of my big ass in the stove. My ever widening hips were stretching my panties to their limits, and my big obnoxious ass-cheeks were hanging out both sides.

I was passing through my thirties now and I couldn't believe how old I looked! I hardly even recognized myself. I looked more like that frumpy chick that worked at Denny's me and my friends use to harass on a regular basis. And then, within moments, I looked worse!

I was older than her. My face developed a few more wrinkles and my hair was overly curled and brittle as if from too many perms. My once tight body was now flabby, I was totally out of shape. At least I wasn't completely fat though. I was just...just...chubby. Oh God no! I realized as I finally stopped at forty-five, I looked almost exactly like my Mom. Except....oh I just couldn't believe it...I had a few more wrinkles! She actually looked sexier than me.

I was as old as my parents! I couldn't stand it! But then things got worse. I felt my panties begin to thicken, and I remembered the original intention of my wish. I looked down in horror to see that an adult sized pair of Pampers with pink hearts, just big enough to fit around my fat ass, had taken the place of my underwear. Still...it got worse.

I tried damn it! I tried to squeeze those big cheeks of mine together...but it seemed the more I squeezed, the more came out. There I was, a topless forty-five year old fat woman, standing there helplessly pooping in my diapers in front of my entire smirking family. It was a nightmare!

'Did somebody make a stinky?' My Mom asked with a mocking smile as she retrieved the orb from the floor.

'Okay, I'm sorry! Now change me back, okay?' Ewww. Even my voice sounded old and fat.

'I'm afraid it's obvious you haven't learned your lesson yet. You've brought this on yourself, so you can just stay this way until tomorrow.'

'What?!'

'Now go get your books. We'll get you changed, and then I'll drive you to school.'

'W-what?!!!!!' I cried. 'You can't make me go to school like this!!!!'

'We already spoke with your principle and all the teachers.' My Dad explained. 'They are expecting some unusual things from you for a while.' Most people might find the fact that my school was so agreeable strange. But my Dad put a lot of money and time into the educational issues of our community and so everyone liked him. Unfortunately, most of my teachers also had some sort of attitude problem with me, so they were more than happy to oblige. Hey, is it my fault that those horny guys and money grubbing chicks resented the fact I had control over them? It was their moral issues, not mine! Nevertheless, I somehow knew I would have problems seducing my teachers with my new body.

Can you believe that getting changed by my Mom on the kitchen table was the best part of my day from that point on? It went all downhill from there. Yep. I was completely nude while my Mom wiped my forty-five year old bottom in front of my Dad and my Brother, and it only got worse.

Apparently the truth of my parent's new form of discipline had already gotten out among the student body. All of my friends now knew what was going on, and what had happened at the pool party. And they were all too happy to make the best out of it.

'Lookin' good Serena! Who does your hair? It's really kewl! '

'Hey, did you get a boob job or something? They look different somehow...'

Yep. Can you believe it? My Mom wouldn't even let me put a top on. She said some stupid thing like, I apparently wouldn't have allowed her to wear one had my plan succeeded so I would just have to live with my own cruelty. Whatever! I ended up getting changed twice in front of the whole class. Once in Science and once in Math. I even think my Math teacher had a stiffy! What a sick perv!

In any case. I was soooo glad to be home. Even if my Mom made me stay that way until the next morning. Everyone had a good laugh at dinner. But I refused to be beaten!

Section 5: A Few Failed Attempts at Freedom (Over a Series of Several Weeks.)

Attempt #1:

Serena was back to her old self. And she wasn't too proud to admit she was glad to have her young firm body back. In fact, she doubled up on her exercises and her time in front of the mirror, which had already been quite substantial. It wasn't that she had given up. She was just, as she put it 'taking a break.' Besides, fighting without coming up with a battle plan first meant certain defeat. So she was just laying low until she could come up with the best tactics. Of course...old habits are hard to break.

'Really? He said that? Uh huh...uh huh...' She was talking to Melissa, one of her old friends. Of course she had taken a lot of teasing from everyone for that scene at school. But without magic keeping her down, Serena was definitely the top bitch. She had nearly everyone back in line in a couple of days, and she knew they would stay that way so long as they didn't get any help from her parents' stupid magic rock.

'Serena! You've been on that phone for over two hours and I've told you three times your father needs to use the line!' Her Mom stood, staring in angrily from the doorway to Serena's room.

'I guess we can list this as reason number one for getting a second phone-line. It's not like we can't afford it. Sheesh!' Taking her hand away from the receiver she continued talking. 'Sorry about that Melissa. What were you saying? Nuh huh! Really? He did?!'

Furious her Mom stomped down the hall and Serena soon forgot all about her. What did she want from her anyway? It's not like she didn't deserve a little leeway after what she had been put through. But leeway, is exactly what her parents didn't intend to give her.

Serena was listening to Melissa's exciting and amusing tale of her last date when suddenly her brain started to feel all funny. She felt lightheaded, almost like she was drunk, and she started to have a harder and harder time keeping up with what her friend was saying. The words got really big, and Serena only understood like half of them. What was going on?

Her heart jumped when she realized what was going on. Her Mom was making her forget how to talk! She had to do something, she decided. But it was too late. Fear filled her as she realized everything Melissa was saying sounded like utter nonsense. She no longer understood a word of the English language. She didn't understand any language!

In a panic she tried to ask for help. 'Ga ga goo goo, bla ma sppppllllpphhh!'

Melissa said something, but she didn't know what. She sounded somewhat surprised though and then she started laughing.

Looking up Serena saw her Mom standing there smiling.

'Looks like someone is having trouble understanding the big hard words. Can you say Mama? Huh precious? It's real easy. Say Mama. Mama.'

Serena had no idea what her Mother was trying to say. But the excited tone in her voice caused her to stumble out. 'M...m...mama?'

The next day, when she remembered how to talk again and what she had said, she felt like the biggest dork on the face of the planet.

Attempt #2:

It was coming close to midnight, and I was seventeen years old. Seventeen! Didn't these people understand that?! If they wanted another baby why didn't they just have one, or adopt one or something? So anyway, I was still watching some MTV downstairs, and I had almost forgotten about my troubles for ONCE, when of course Mom the power-tripper has to come in.

'Serena, It's about your bedtime I think.'

'Oh come on!! Bedtime?! What am I, a little kid?!' I saw my Mom raise her eyebrow at this comment and I quickly added 'Don't answer that. It's not even a school night though, so I'm staying up and that's that.'

'Suit yourself.' She said before leaving the room.

I, of course, figured she was going to get her stupid rock. But I had to make a stand somewhere. Besides, it was nighttime and my friends weren't around so the embarrassment factor would be substantially lower. So I would try and tough it out and maybe claim one victory for myself.

To my surprise, nothing ever happened that night. I stayed up until four AM and never heard another word. Ha! Chalk one up for the woman of the night! Or so I thought.

The next night, when we were all gathered at the table, Mom started telling everyone about what had happened. Then she pulled out the ball. I decided to stay tough, still no friends around, and even though it killed me to look like an idiot in front of my family...or as I have come to known them, the enemy...I decided to fight on woman, fight on!

So anyway, she's all rubbing this stupid ball and she starts saying all this stupid stuff. 'You know, I was just remembering how bedtime use to be with Serena. Do you remember Mark?' My Dad smiled and nodded at this and the stupid ball began to glow again.

I bit my lip, and prepared for the worse, but nothing happened. Ha! Maybe the
dumb thing was broken. Kewl beans! So of course I started testing the waters. I wasn't so polite anymore, and by the end of dinner I was being pretty mouthy...even for me. But they all took it in stride and just smiled, which was kind of annoying. I figured their dumb ball was broken and they were just trying to cover it up by pretending they didn't care and that's why I wasn't being punished.

So later we were all watching TV in the family room. I insisted on MTV and was a real beast until I got my way. Ha! It was good to see things starting to get back to normal. That is until eight o'clock rolled around.

There was a slight tingling, and then I started to get really tired. I was staring at the TV, trying to keep myself awake and not even noticing what was going on, and then suddenly I would realize my eyes were closed and I would jump awake again. It was a Real World marathon and everything and I couldn't even stay awake!

'Oooh how sweet! Look Mark, it looks like it is past someone's bedtime.'

Now I knew their game! The bastards had moved my bedtime up to eight o'clock and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. How humiliating. All I could manage to do was grumble out 'I'm not tired.' A few times as they led me up to my bed.

This sucked. The bedtime of a grade school kid. But I decided if it was the price I had to pay to eventually win my freedom, it wasn't so terrible. Unfortunately my Mom's memory hadn't stopped there. As it turns out, I needed help getting ready for bed.

My Mom was more than happy to lend a hand. She helped me out of my clothes, and even had to undo my bra. She made my Dad wait outside, saying it was 'Girl business.' She then helped me into my tight fitting, sexy nightgown. Suddenly it didn't seem so neat anymore. I felt stupid, and I complained that it was too tight. So my Mom used the rock to change it into a t-shirt that hung down to my knees and had the pink power ranger on it.

I felt like a complete idiot! A seventeen year old girl with a body that won't quit wearing a power ranger shirt to bed. I couldn't complain though. I knew it was stupid, but I secretly thought it was really cool and grumbled out 'I guess it will do.' You see the thing that made it really bad was my mind was still all there. I wasn't thinking I was a little kid or anything. I was just suddenly a teenage girl with the humiliation of requiring all these juvenile things in order to get to sleep.

My Mom tucked me in and both her and my Dad kissed me goodnight. They were about to leave when I stopped them. And I could just die for asking this question, but I couldn't stop myself. 'Umm...Mom?'

'Yes sweetheart?'

'Do you think, you could...maybe read me a bedtime story. Just to help me get to sleep...you know?'

She smiled.

That wasn't the only stupid request either. I asked my Dad for a drink of water and a night-light. I even had him climbing up into the attic for my teddy bear which I held close to me during the scary parts of Mom's story. I had forgotten how exciting Mrs. Pink Meets the Fluffy Bunny really is. But still, I was ashamed of my newfound joy in the kid's book and I tried to hide it as best as I could. I didn't do a very good job of it.

With the story read and my teddy bear and night-light firmly in place, my parents turned the light off and left the room.

And then it was dark. And I got really scared. I told myself to grow up! After all I was seventeen for crying out loud! But I couldn't help it. All the dark places in my room were really scary, and so I just stared at the night-light sucking my thumb and clutching my teddy bear close.

Three times I screamed and brought my Dad in to check for monsters under the bed and in my closet. I felt like such a lame-o! I mean, how dorky can you get? But eventually I did fall asleep...and in the morning I discovered I had wet my bed. Some woman of the night I turned out to be. And they left me like that for a whole week.

Attempt #3:

'There's no way! No way am I going to let that little chicken choker use my bathroom!'

Serena's mother sighed. 'Honey, please don't be difficult about this. I already told you, Dennis' bathroom is broken and we can't get someone in to fix it until Monday.'

'I don't care!' Serena fumed. 'I have a hard enough time keeping the little creep out of my stuff without allowing him direct access! So he is just going to have to water the plants or something.'

Diane's patience was obviously being tested. She cast a glance up to her son who was listening from the top of the stairs, then turned back to her daughter. 'Think how you would feel if you were in his position, Serena. To have to ask permission just to go to the bathroom in your own house. It's embarrassing. So just lose the attitude, okay? Everything will be fixed on Monday, I promise.'

'No!' Serena was practically screaming. 'I will not lose the attitude. I don't care what his problem is, he isn't getting near my bathroom!'

Diane shook her head sadly. 'I had hoped that recent events would have taught you to have a little more empathy towards other people's problems. But now that I think about it, you have always been the type who had to touch the stove to see if it was hot.'

'Mom wait!'

But Serena's plea came to late. Already Diane had the glowing stone clasped firmly in her hand. As it faded back to black, Serena didn't feel any different.

'What did you do?' The now frightened teenage girl questioned.

'Just what you asked for dear. I'm afraid your attitude has forced me to reduce your bathroom skills back to the toilet-training stage of life. You're now going to have to rely heavily on other people if you don't want to make a mess, and since your father and I are going away for the weekend, that person is probably going to have to be Dennis.

From the top of the stairs, her brother smiled.

* * *

Of course there was a lot of pleading on Serena's part to change her back as her parents packed. But her mother kept insisting this was for her own good, and if she would only learn to understand other people's problems instead of thinking of herself all the time, this wouldn't have to happen.

Serena just thought she was being a bitch.

Nevertheless, by the afternoon her parents were gone and the two were alone. To her surprise Dennis didn't say anything about it. He watched some TV and played his video games or whatever it was the little geek did with his time. Serena did her best to ignore it too, going up to her room and listening to some loud music and reading a teen magazine. She did cancel her weekend plans with her friends though. She was obviously learning from past mistakes.

Everything seemed normal. She felt the same, the article on Brad Pitt gave her the same expected thrill, and she actually almost forgot all about her problems. That is until she realized she had to go to the bathroom.

She didn't want to deal with it just yet, so she put it off. Instead reading a column on 'Teens' Most Embarrassing Moments.' What a loser, she thought, reading the first girl's confession. That chick didn't have a clue when it came to humiliation. As she started to move onto the next case, she realized she had a problem. The need down below had quickly shifted from a slight pressure, to a desperate emergency. Damn, apparently her ability for control had also been reduced. She knew she wasn't going to last very long.

At first she just tried to do it on her own, with the slight hope that her Mom had messed up the spell and hadn't had time to test it. That wasn't the case. Her first and most obvious problem came with the fact that she no longer knew how to get her jeans off. She tugged at them, but they were just too tight. She tried to pull the button loose, but it was now really hard, and her need was getting worse.

Squirming to keep control, she darted out into the hall and towards Dennis' room. His door was closed so she quickly knocked.

'Come in.'

In answer she meekly entered the room, her feet anxiously shifting back and forth on the floor. 'Umm...Dennis?'

Her brother paused his game, and turned to look at her with a wide smile. 'Yes?' He asked.

There was nothing to do but bite the bullet, she realized. Staring down, unable to look him in the eye, she mumbled 'Umm...I have to go to the bathroom.'

'What was that?' He questioned, putting his hand to his ear, feigning deafness.

Serena swallowed, then in a clear loud voice repeated. 'I have to go to the bathroom.'

'Number one or number two?'

She slowly held up two dreaded fingers.

In answer, Dennis only turned and continued with his game.

'Dennis please!' She whined, her dancing becoming more persistent and more elaborate with each passing moment.

'What was it you called me earlier today? Oh yes, a little chicken choker.'

'Look I'm sorry okay!' She really wasn't, but she needed help and fast.

'Prove it.' He said simply, not taking his eyes from the game.

'How?' She moaned in agony. She really had to go!

'Well, in order to gain true forgiveness one must take the hurt they inflicted onto themselves.' He said philosophically. 'Since you called me a chicken choker...'

'I'm not going to masturbate in front of you!' Serena cried out, cutting him off.

'No,' He agreed. 'But I think acting like a chicken will cleanse your soul enough for me to help you out.'

'No way Dennis! No way am I going to humiliate myself like that so you can just-ugh!' She was cut off, her fight to hold it in becoming verbal.

'Aren't those new jeans?' He asked with a smirk.

'Alright! Alright!' She cried, putting both hands to her sides in order to form pretend wings. She began to flap them, and cluck, as her legs kept her busily moving about the room. 'Cluck, cluck, cluck!' She choked out, her voice showing the obvious strain she was under.

Dennis saw she didn't have much longer before she lost control, so decided that was good enough. 'Alright,' He said. 'Let's go to your bathroom.' On his way out he turned the camcorder off that had been sitting on his desk, but Serena was too busy scurrying for the promised relief to notice.

She stood there, impatiently whimpering as Dennis took his time undoing the snap and unzipping the zipper of her jeans. It took a bit of work from both parties, as she wore nothing but tight clothes, but eventually he got the things down around her ankles. He stood there for a second admiring her in her frilly pink cotton panties, before a cry from her sent him back to work. He slid those down around her ankles as well, and looked on in awe as she quickly sat on the seat and went to work.

Her face was bright red as her delicate fanny proceeded to make several crude noises as she let it all loose. But she just couldn't help herself. Serena didn't know how to do anything besides push as hard as she could. Dennis watched in fascination and Serena didn't argue, she knew she couldn't afford to get anymore on his bad side.

There was an awkward moment, after she finished, where the two just stared at her. Finally her brother broke the silence.

'What?' He asked confused.

'I umm...I need help...umm...you know...wiping.' As much as she hated to admit it, it was true. She had tried to think it through, but nothing came. Her bitch mom had really screwed her over this time.

'My pleasure.' Dennis said with a grin.

She wanted to crawl in a hole in die as her brother instructed her how to lift her hip and began wiping her exposed butt. But like many times before, there was nothing she could do about it. She winced several times, Dennis was not known for his gentleness and he did well to wipe her clean. He looked like he was finished and Serena coughed, looking down.

'Up front too.' She said, horrified. Of course Dennis just smiled.

The seventeen year old girl could only squirm and blush as her fourteen year old brother proceeded to wipe her pussy. He wasn't very tactful about it, but soon the job was done, and she was grateful for it.

He helped her get her clothes back on, and flushed the toilet after she left. She had insisted on it, fearing she might get flushed down with it. But at least it was over...for the moment.

* * *

'Again?' Dennis asked, sounding irritated as his sister intruded in his room later that day. This time though, he had his friend Greg with him.

Serena could only nod, and hoped her brother would keep this a somewhat private affair.

'Which number?'

She didn't understand why this mattered, but was relieved that this time she only had to hold up one finger. At least it should go a little faster and easier this time.

'Alright, follow me.'

Serena did so, all the while half thinking how when this was over she was going to kill the little bastard, and half hoping she didn't wet herself on the way there. She was so immersed in her thoughts, she didn't even realize Dennis had led her into the living room instead of the bathroom until she got there.

'Dennis, please! Quit fooling around, I really have to go bad!' As if to highlight this she held her crotch and rocked back and forth while Greg looked on, now holding her brother's camcorder with the red light shining brightly.

'Bathroom troubles huh?' Dennis asked mockingly. 'Let's see, what was it you told mom I should do when I had bathroom troubles? Oh yes! I remember. You said to go in the plant. And that's exactly what you are going to do.' With that said, he gestured towards the large potted fern resting in the corner of the room.

'Come on Dennis! I was just joking.'

'I'm not,' He answered coldly.

'I can't go in the plant!' Serena cried.

'This is your last chance for help, and then you are going to have to go in your pants.' He held firm.

Serena could tell it was useless to fight it, so she quietly nodded. Moving towards her objective, Dennis got her pants and undies back down around her ankles. Aiming her rump as best as she could, Serena squatted over the dirt, with the leaves tickling her backside, and proceeded to urinate in the soil.

When she finished, Greg shut off the camera. And Dennis smiled at her.

'Okay, you little asshole, help me get these things back on.' Serena's tolerance for his games was wearing thin.

'If you're going to act like that, you can just do it yourself!' He said with a giggle, and the two boys scurried from the room.

Serena spent the rest of the weekend with her pants down around her ankles.

Section 6: The Orb Falls Into the Wrong Hands

'Yes, Mr. Weight,' Julie answered between sobs. 'She has tormented us all throughout school, and it has only gotten worse since her new form of discipline. Serena can't be mean at home anymore, so she takes it all out on us. She hasn't changed at all!'

They were fake tears. The other two girls knew it, but only nodded their heads and looked distressed. They were all Serena's friends. All latching onto each other for the sake of popularity, but Julie had sensed a weakness in their leader and had come up with a plan to take control of the group for herself.

The other two, Marcy and Lisa, weren't quite as hip as some of the other girls in their crowd, and had followed Julie's lead both because they wished to climb the ranks as well, and to get revenge on the one who constantly tormented.

'Well I must say I am really disappointed to hear this,' Serena's Dad said with a frown. 'I had thought she was making a legitimate effort to improve her behavior, but now I see it has been done only out of fear. Well...if that is the only thing she learns from, I suppose that is what it will have to be. Excuse me for a moment girls.'

He left the room for a few minutes, and the teens all exchanged grins. When he returned, so did their distraught expressions.

'I'm taking the rest of my family to a hotel tonight, and leaving the three of you alone with Serena...and this.' Julie had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from smiling as he held up the black orb. 'You all look like responsible young ladies, so I expect that your justice will be fair and reasonable.'

'Yes Mr. Weight.' They all chimed.

'Now let me explain how it works....'

* * *

This was going to be so kewl! Out of nowhere my Dad had yelled through my shut door that him and the entire power-tripping crew were going to be spending the night away from the house. They didn't say where to, and I didn't ask. Really, I just didn't care. This was the first time I had the place to myself since they got their grubby little hands on that stupid rock. My mind raced with the possibilities. A few friends over? Better yet, a few guy friends over! Or maybe a whole kickin' party if I got my act together fast enough and made the right calls. After all, I could use some good press after those pictures and video my brother took surfaced at my high school. The little jerk anyway. Unfortunately, I couldn't touch him at the moment, with my parents' new magic in my way. But one day all of them would regret messing with a kick ass chick like me! Maybe I would start dating a really tough biker guy or something and have him beat the shit out of them all and take the rock and hide it so no one could use it. I would have stolen the damn thing myself if I knew where they hid it. But the biker idea did have a certain appeal to it....

I smiled to myself as I skipped happily down the stairs. I was only wearing a skimpy black bra and a pair of matching panties. After all, there was nobody around, and I felt like acting a little crazy after all the restraints put on me recently.

'What are you doing here?' I asked in surprise as I reached the bottom of the stairs and found three of the girls I hang out with sitting in the living room. Julia of course I knew. She was considered by many to be second in command, which meant she was an automatic rival. A struggle for power between the two of us was constant, with me always winning out of course. I mean, who would you choose? The two other girls I had made a point not to remember their names. They were the punching bags. They had just enough money and looks to barely fit in with us, but too little popularity of their own to rebel when we gave them shit.

'Just wanted to get a look at the famous plant.' Julia said in a condescending tone, as she grinned and glanced towards the fern.

The other girls looked at me in amazement instead, obviously surprised at my choice of apparel. I didn't even attempt to cover up, I had a better body and bigger breasts than anyone present, and found it kind of funny when other girls were forced to stare on in envy. What I was not pleased with, however, was Julia's attitude. I knew it needed some adjustment right away.

'Nothing better to do on a Friday night 'eh Julia? Tsk, tsk. What a shame. If my urine gets you that excited though, I may be able to arrange to get you some in a cup or something to take home. But later okay? Unlike some people, I have a life.'

'Fuck you, you stupid bitch!' Julia screamed in response.

This was exactly what I had been looking for. A loss of control, and I had already won. Julia never had the wit to go up against me, even if the odds had been in her favor. 'In your dreams.' I added, rubbing my victory in.

'You think you're so smart don't you Serena?'

I could only nod. After all, lying was a sin.

'You always have to win. You can never give anyone else a chance!'

This too I had to agree with, pretending to yawn as I did.

A wicked grin suddenly formed across Julia's face. Calmness returned, and an air of superiority. This was certainly new. I wondered what her problem was, and then my heart stopped. She raised her hand up, and clutched firmly in it was the black rock of my nightmares. My mouth hung open in shock.

'What? No witty comebacks? Not even a smirk?'

'Julia...don't. You don't know what you are messing with.' I was totally screwed! Julia was the type who had always wanted, but never experienced real power. She had lived under someone else's thumb her entire life. But now she had her dream, and I could see a hint of insanity in those eyes.

Without another word to me she turned to the two other girls who had so far remained quiet. 'Marcy, Lisa, what do you think we should do first?'

The one addressed as Lisa shrugged. 'I still don't get how it works.'

'It's easy! You just have to use your imagination. Like, if I think back to sixth grade and how flat Serena use to be. Poof! Just like that her precious boobs are gone.'

I gasped as the stone began to glow and I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. I looked down, and watched in horror as my breasts began to deflate like two balloons. My bra started to loosen and droop on my undersized chest. My ample cleavage grew further and further apart and my breasts became more pointed before shrinking back even more. Soon the bra was hanging uselessly on my shoulders and my assets had been reduced to little more than swollen pink nipples. I had the boobs of an eleven year old little girl!

'Wow! This is so totally kewl!' Lisa gushed. 'Do something else!'

'Oh, I intend to.' Julia smiled wickedly at me. I only gulped, preparing for the worse. And the worse did come. 'I've been thinking about it. A person only knows who their parents are through past experiences. So if I will a few new memories to take the place of old ones...' The stone began to brightly glow.

And suddenly, I was staring into the face of my Mom. What?! Julia was my worst enemy! How could she be my Mother? But the more I thought about it the more I realized it was true. It totally sicked me out!

'Something the matter honey?' Mom said with a smirk. 'Want me to kiss it and make it better?' She laughed.

'Shut up Julia! I don't care if you are my Mom! I'm not going to put up with any of your shit.' It was embarrassing to have this scene with my Mom in front of my friends, but at least I seemed to be putting her in her place.

'Yes, you always were a rebellious teenager. But how tough were you when you were still pissing in your diapers?'

I felt my stomach sink as I stared at the bright and shining stone. My panties began to bunch up, and my already loose bra got looser still. I was shrinking. Worse than that, I was getting younger. I stared down as my once long and beautiful legs became short and sexless. My hips narrowed and before I knew it my panties had fallen to the floor. I soon followed, plopping down on my ever shrinking bottom, I suddenly felt a warm sense of release. I realized with horror that I was wetting all over my expensive underwear! My bra was now huge and covered a good deal of my body. I looked up at the towering figures above me and realized I was now two years old.

They looked down at me, and I up at them.

Again a look was exchanged. And then I began to cry. 'I want my Mommy!' I sobbed, and soon she was picking me up and patting my naked backside.

'This should make for a very interesting night.' I heard my Mommy say as she smiled at all my old friends.