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SPARE THE ROD SPOIL THE CHILD (c) Jennifer Adams, 1997 "I hate you!" the young girl said, rubbing her red and now tender rear end. "I love you. That is why I correct you when you miss behave," her father said to her reaching out to hold her. She pulled away from him and ran to her bedroom to get dressed for school. "I wished that you could be the child and I could be the adult just once. Then you'd see what it's like," she said as she slammed the door. He hollered through the door, "I already was a child, and I did see. That's what I'm trying to show you." The girl just grunted. This was a frequent occurrence, at least when the girl needed punished. Kevin just shook his head. He didn't know what else to do. Amy was fourteen and almost unruly. He didn't want to spank her, he felt that at she was getting to old for that, but smoking was a very serious thing. He knew from experience that smoking cigarettes could, and often did lead to smoking marijuana and that usually led to taking other drugs. Besides, it was better that Amy didn't smoke cigarettes anyway. It was a habit that would be hard to shake later. He also knew this to be true, from experience since he smoked two packs a day and had been trying to quit for a couple of years now with absolutely no success. He had tried everything but nothing worked. He and his wife Marsha used hypnosis two years ago, she had quit . It made him quit for a week than he went right back to it. He went in and sat at the dinning room table with his coffee, he lit another cigarette. Marsha was still in their bedroom getting dressed. He tried to push this incident with his daughter to the back of his mind. He and Marsha had a lot to do today. He and Marsha started buying old houses at estate sales and foreclosure sales a few years ago. They would then fix anything that needed fixing and paint them. Then sell them. It took some time for him to get the hang of it, but eventually they earned enough at it for him to quit his job. He wanted to stay home and be with Marsha and Amy, because work had taken away from them so often when Amy was younger. He had gotten tired of being home without being there. He had become a ghost like figure in Amy's life. He felt that this was the reason why he and Amy could never seem to connect. Anyway, Marsha had decided to keep her part-time job at a local company as a Girl Friday, doing office work three or four days a week. She didn't have to work because he taught her how to do what he did, but she liked it. Marsha came into the dinning room carrying a cup of coffee. She was wearing a pair of old jeans and a flannel shirt. He crushed out his cigarette and said, "Well, she hates me." Marsha replied, "She'll get over it. You're right. You couldn't allow that to go unpunished, and you said it yourself. This was just to severe for grounding." "I know, but I can't help but feel that if I'd have been here for her when she was younger maybe she wouldn't be so out of control now." "What are you going to do? Beat yourself up for the rest of your life, because you had to earn a living? You had no choice. Your here now, maybe you two can find a way to be friends. Perhaps you can even find a way to show her that you love her." "I hope so. I would like that more than anything. I just want her to like me." "I'm sure you'll find a way to do that." Amy came out of her room in a skirt that was too short. He had already forbade her to wear it, but she just had to try to make him mad. He left it go. They'd had enough combat for one day. She kissed her mother, picked up her books and purse, and walked out the door. Giving him a knowing look. He turned to Marsha and said, "Well dear, are you about ready?" "What did we have to do, now?" "That kitchen floor needs stripped and waxed and those old trunks have to come out of the attic. You know, the ones that didn't sell in the auction." "It's funny. Hardly anything sold. Besides us buying the house, no one else really bought anything," she said. "I know. Now we're stuck cleaning it out. I'm hoping that we can find something that we can sell to make up for our effort. Like that antique free standing mirror. I'm surprised that it didn't sell." "I'm sure an antique dealer would be interested in it along with some of the other things." "Well, I plan to go through those trunks before I move them, and every and anything else we find. Let's get out of here, shall we?" he concluded, finishing the last of his coffee. When they arrived at the house Marsha got right to work on the kitchen. Kevin took a toolbox with him and headed upstairs to the attic. He knew that he would need to use a hammer and chisel to remove the locks from the three big trunks. Marsha told him to holler when he was ready to move the trunks and she would come up and help him. With that, he left her in the kitchen and went upstairs. In the attic, Kevin took out his tools and set to work on the first trunk he came to. After about twenty minutes of hard work he was finally able to break the lock. He opened the trunk. In it, he found about twenty-five or thirty diaries each had its own little locking leather strap. In the front corner of the trunk, he found a small jewelry box. He discarded the thought of opening the diaries and turned his attention to the jewelry box. There really wasn't much of a market for old diaries unless you were going to sell them back to their author. He opened the box, it had a little ballerina, that at one time probably turned around when the box was opened. It stood still now. He wound the key but it just spun in its socket. On the bottom of the box lay a necklace. There was a medallion on it. He picked it up and examined it more closely. Engraved in the medallion was what appeared to be an angel holding a wand, or maybe it was a fairy. Who knows? Who cares, anymore? It did look like it was gold. It might be worth something. After all, why would it be locked in a trunk if it wasn't worth something. He put it around his neck so it wouldn't get lost while he was working. Then he picked up his tools and started working on the next trunk. When he finally got it opened he found it full of baby clothes. He wondered why anyone would lock a trunk containing baby clothes. He figured that they may have hidden valuables under the baby clothes. So he decided to take the them out and see. He reached into the trunk and grabbed an arm load of clothes and took them out and set them on the floor. A cloth diaper fell off the top of the pile. He picked up and put it back on the top of the pile. All at once he felt strange. He felt a tingling in his groin. He dismissed it and went back to work. As he leaned over the trunk he felt woozy so he stood up and lost his balance. He stepped backward to catch himself and stepped on something that caused him to fall. Sitting on the floor he discovered what he had tripped on. His pants had fallen down around his ankles. Looking for a moment he noticed that his underwear were also around his ankles. He realized that his legs looked different. they were smaller almost like a child's legs. He stood up and looked around. everything looked bigger. He stepped out of his pants and pulled his feet out of his shoes in the process. His feet looked tiny. That was it! He ripped his shirt off and looked at himself. " Oh my!" He exclaimed. His voice sounded funny to him, but seemed to match the body he was looking at. His body was a lot smaller and all his body hair was gone, but the thing that had startled him was the fact that his groin looked like Amy's did when she was little. His manhood was gone. He went to the mirror to look at himself. He looked like a eight year old girl. His hair had grown out and everything. Just then Marsha reached the top of the stairs. She had heard a loud bang and came up to check on him. When she topped the steps she said, "What the..." Because she saw a little girl standing naked in front of the antique mirror, just staring at her reflection. Marsha stopped talking so she could make sense of what she was seeing. The little girl didn't seem to even notice that she had spoke. She knew that her husband was the only one up here, so who was this little girl? The shock from the realization of who it must be, almost caused her to fall back down the stairs. She drew a deep breath to try to calm her system, but it had only little effect. She said, "Oh my god! Kevin is that you?" This time the little girl heard her and turned toward her. For the first time she could see "her" features directly. She discovered that her first impression was wrong. "She" looked to be about six, not eightish like she had first thought. There was no doubt that "she" was a girl. "She" had blonde hair that fell to her shoulder blades in back. In the front were bangs to just above her eyebrows. "Marsha! I don't know what's happening to me. I was looking through the trunks and somehow I turned into a eight year old girl," the little girl that was Kevin said in a childish soprano. "You're not eight, you're six. No wait you look closer to five." Marsha thought she looked older when she first saw her. "Kevin, I think you're still getting younger." He turned to look in the mirror. She was right! He noticed that the posts supporting the mirror seemed to be growing taller. When he first came up to the attic and looked in the mirror, they were shorter than his shoulder. Then when he ran over to the mirror naked they were at eye level. Now they were above his head. He could also tell looking in the mirror that he looked to be barely five. He was getting younger right before their eyes. "Marsha? What are we going to do?" "I don't know. let me think. We can't do much of anything until you stop changing." "Okay," the little girl said as she started to cry. Marsha came over and held her. "It's going to be all right. Don't cry." "I can't help it. I'm scared. I don't know why I'm crying. I never did at a time like this before." "Well obviously its affecting more than just your body." When Marsha stepped back and looked, Kevin was about four. They continued watching silently as he became younger. When Kevin finally stopped getting younger, he ended up being about two years old. For a long time neither one said a word, they just stared at each other. After several minutes they realized that he was no longer getting younger, he wasn't getting older either. Kevin turned around and looked in the mirror for a few moments. Then he moved a small hand to the area between his legs. A tiny finger slipped between the folds of skin that formed the outer lips of his new vagina. Finally, he said, "Mawsha! I got wipth... wipth... WWWipthhh." "Lips?" she asked. "Yeth... yeth...yeth." He tried several times again to use the correct pronunciation, but couldn't seem to make his mouth form them correctly. Frustrated, he wined, "I even thound wike a widdle giwl. What am I going to do, Mawsha?" "I'll say. You sound as adorable as you look," He shot a dagger stare at her. She continued, "First, you can't stand around naked. We'll have to get you dressed." "In what? My cwotheth don't fit me anymowe." "I know that your clothes don't fit you now. I'll just have to find you something to wear in the trunk." She walked over to the trunk and began looking in it to see what was there. "While I look in here for something to put on you. Why don't you tell me what happened before I came upstairs." "Okay, but I hate talking with thith voithe. I opened the fiwst twunk with da diawies. Den I opened dat twunk, I picked up a pile of cwotheth and put it on the fwoor. When I went to wook in the twunk, I twipped. I wooked at my feet and my pants and undaweaw wath awound my ankleth. I thdood up and thaw dat my wegs wewe thkinny and my thiwt wath down to my kneeth. I took it off and wooked in da miwwow." "That's it?! C'mere I found you an outfit to wear. Before I put it on you. I don't want to hear you bitch. There isn't much of a selection, so I picked out the most reasonable things for you to wear." "Okay." Marsha laid him down and put a diaper on him. He was going to protest, but Marsha cut him off. "Don't say it. I know you don't want to wear it, but there is nothing else. Since we don't know how long you're going to be like this you're just going to have to suffer with them until I can get you something else, or until we figure out how to change you back. Which ever comes first." He fell silent. Next came rubber pants, then a little slip and a dress. Finally she put on socks and pair of little Maryjanes. Then she stood him up and put his, now long blonde hair, in high ponytails. "Before you bitch. I put your hair in ponytails to keep it out of your face." She gave him a little push toward the mirror and he walked over to it, a little unsteadily. He looked at himself in the mirror. The most adorable little girl looked back at him from inside the mirror. He said, "Unbewievable! I wook wike Amy when she wath two. I'm down wight pweddy." "Cute as a button to be exact." "I don't want to be cute I want to be me." "I know you do. The only thing I can think of is to look through those diaries and see if there is something in them about this." Marsha looked at the diaries and said, " That's going to take some time, since I'm going to have to get them opened first." Marsha picked him up and got a few toys out of the trunk were she'd taken the clothes from and carried him down to the living room. Once there, she set him on the floor and put the toys in front of him. He looked at her and down at the dolly, bottle, and rattle. Then he looked up at her and said, "What are you doing now? I'm not a chiwd." "Well, I don't want you to fall or get in my way while I'm carrying the diaries to the car. I also didn't want you to get bored. Unfortunately, These are the only things here for you to occupy your time with. I guess you'll just have to make the most of it, sorry," With that she went back to the attic. After she carried all the diaries to the car she took a paper sack from the car and put some of the clothes in it, so he had something to wear. All of the clothes were very feminine. She was pretty sure he wasn't going to like that. After she put the sack in the car, she went into the living room to get him. She found him laying on the floor sleeping with his tiny thumb in his mouth. She wished she had a camera, because she knew that he would never believe this, after he woke up. She picked him up along with his toys. He stirred and took his thumb out of his mouth and slowly began to wake up. By the time she put him in the car and buckled his seat belt, he was a lot more coherent but not yet fully awake. He looked up at her and said, "Honey. I had da siwwiest dweam..." He trailed off, his eyes opening wide. He looked down at himself, if his eyes could've gotten any wider they would have. He continued, "It wasn't a dweam. I weewy am a widdle giwl." "I know, dear." She felt bad for him, but there was nothing she could do until she found out what made him turn into a little girl. She walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. She started the car and headed for home. As she was waiting for a red light a police officer pulled up beside her. He looked over at her and smiled. She turned to Kevin and whispered, "Keep down, baby. There's a cop right next to us." If she hadn't done that, he would never have noticed the toddler sitting in the car beside her. The toddler that was not in a child's car seat. When the light turned green Marsha pulled away hoping that the cop hadn't noticed Kevin. Just as she thought that he hadn't, he turned his lights on. She pulled over and rolled down the window. She watched him walk up to her car. "I know what your going to say. Her car seat was stolen this morning and I was on my way to buy her another one." "May I see your license, ma'am." She handed him her license. He looked at it for a minute and handed it back. "Ma'am, it is very dangerous for her to ride without a child safety seat. Perhaps you should've left her with a sitter while you went to buy one. What's her name?" He had a notepad and a pen, so she thought that he was writing this down, so she started spelling his name out. "K-E..." He was actually writing down her license plate number so he knew which car to look for. The officer, not realizing that she was spelling, thought that she told him her daughter's name and cut her off. Not knowing that there was more. He said, "Katie? Such a pretty name. It don't look good on a headstone, though. She's very pretty too. Look, I should write you a ticket... I don't want to fine you. I just want your daughter to be safe. There's a department store just up the street, I'll follow you. You go there and buy a car seat. I will be watching to see if you do. If you do, I won't write you a ticket, okay?" "Thank you officer, I will. Right now." "All right. Have a nice and safe day," he said and turned and walked back to his car. Marsha, Still a little nervous from the encounter pulled back onto the road with the officer right behind her. As she drove to the store, she talked to Kevin. " Now Kevin, There's some thing's that we are going to have to do until we can get you changed back. First off. From now on, your name is Katie. I am your mommy and you must call me mommy, okay?" "Why?" "Because it would look strange if I called you Kevin and you called me Marsha. Look, it's only for a little while, okay?" "Okay... Mommy." "You are a two year old girl. You will have to do the things that a two year old girl would do. You're going to have to appear to be a normal child, understand?" "I think tho." "Good. Let me do the talking and let me make up the details so we don't arouse suspicion. I'm afraid that if anyone started poking around and too many things didn't add up, They might take you away from me and that would make it impossible for you to become my husband again." "Okay. Maw... Mommy. I don't want to be a widdle giwl forever." "You won't be a little girl forever. Even if you have to stay that way, you'll probably grow into a big girl, and eventually into a woman, and maybe even into a mother." "Oh, dath duth gweat! I weewy want dat to happen," the child said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. Marsha just laughed at that. She pulled into a parking place and got her new daughter out of the car. She set her down on her feet as the officer drove by and waved. She took the girl's hand and began walking slowly toward the store. After a few minutes of walking at a child's pace, she picked her up and said, "I forgot. It's much faster to just carry you." The child didn't reply. They went into the store and Marsha bought a car seat and a few other things. She bought bottles and disposable diapers and a pacifier just in case they were needed. She also bought a couple of outfits with pants, So that Kevin might feel a little more comfortable as Katie. She also bought a couple pairs of shoes and some toys that were a little old for Katie but that might better hold her attention. And a little pink and white bikini that she just couldn't resist. And a few other things that she knew Katie would need. After paying for her selections, she took them and Katie out to the car. She opened the box containing the car seat and strapped it in place, in the back seat. Then she strapped Katie into it. Then she got in herself and drove home. By the time she got home, Amy was already there and ran out to the car. "Hi mom. Where's dad? And who's this?" "I'll explain everything in the house. Help me carry all this stuff in the house, please." The two older females carried everything into the house. Then Marsha went back out to the car and carried Katie in. "Okay mom. What's going on?" Amy said finally. "All right. Sit down." Amy sat down on the couch next to Katie. Marsha continued. "I know this is going to be hard to believe. I can hardly believe it my self, and I saw it happen." "What mom?" "Here it goes. Your father and I went to the other house to get it cleaned up to sell. I started cleaning the kitchen and he went to the attic to open some old trunks that were left there. About a half hour later I heard a loud bang, like someone falling. So I ran upstairs and found your father looking in a mirror. Only it didn't look like your father. He looked like a nine or ten year old girl..." "What?" "I told you it was hard to believe. Now let me finish. While we watched, he got younger and younger, until he ended up looking like that," she concluded, gesturing toward the toddler sitting beside Amy. Startled that her mother would make up such a story, she said, "Yeah right! Really mom, where's dad?" Katie finally spoke up. "Amy, I wish your mother wath tewwing a thtowy. I'm weawy your dad. I don't know how it happened, but I tuwned into a widdle giwl." Seeing the confused look on Amy's face, Katie continued, "I'm sowwy. I can onwy tawk wike a baby." "What did she say?" "She said. She wished that I was making it up and that she was really turned into a little girl. She also apologized for only being able to talk like a baby." "Oh." "That reminds me. Amy help me bring in some diaries that I have in the trunk of the car. I think they might hold the key to this mess. Katie, you sit here and watch TV." Marsha turned the TV on and put on a children's program, Barney. They left Katie watching TV and they went to the car. "Mom, Katie?" "Well we can't call her Kevin or dad. can we?" "No I guess we can't." In the house, a very disappointed Katie sat watching TV. "She could've put da baww game on," she said to herself. As she continued to watch tv, she realized that she was actually enjoying it. "Brudder, da wonger I thtay thith way da more chiwdish I become." She also noticed that it was getting harder to remember how to say big words. She was starting to get concerned. The other two finished carrying the diaries up to Marsha's bedroom. Amy came back down and went in the kitchen to make dinner. Katie toddled into the kitchen to see what Amy was doing. 'It sure took a long time and a lot of effort to do this,' Katie thought. Amy turned around and almost tripped over Katie with a pot of hot water. "Daddy! Watch out! I almost burned you," Amy exclaimed. Marsha had come into the room without anyone realizing it. She said, "Katie, come here. Amy, you have to call her Katie. Until we find a way to make her a man again, she is what she appears to be, a little girl. That means that she is to be referred to as a little girl. She is, until further notice, your little sister. You must use female terms to describe her such as she, her, Katie, or sis." "Even at home?" Amy asked. She felt odd calling her father anything but dad, even if he didn't look or sound like her dad. "Yes even at home. We can't risk slipping up. We have to keep her here with us. You must also treat her like a little girl at all times. Even at home. If your baby-sitting her for me you must treat her just like the other kids you've sat with. Understood?" "Yes, mom." "Wait," Katie chimed in. "I don't think I wike dith." "Sorry dear. That's the way it's going to have to be. Deal with it." With that she took Katie's hand and led her upstairs to the spare room. When they entered Katie's eyes widened. For in it she saw a crib, all done in white with gold trim. "M... mommy?" she said with awe. "It's your new bed. Do you like it?" "Why can't I thweep wiff you wike awways?" "Because, pumpkin, it's not right for little girls to sleep in the same bed with their mommies. C'mon let's get those clothes off and get you bathed and ready for bed while Amy's finishing up supper." "A baff? Mommy haven't you found out how to tuwn me back into a man?" "Oh honey, mommy's too tired tonight and I had to make sure that you were comfortable until I can find a way." She undressed Katie. When she was naked Marsha noticed the medallion and asked her where it came from. Katie told her that she found it in a trunk for Amy. Marsha took it off of her, and led her into the bathroom to a waiting tub of water and put her in. While Katie was in the tub, Amy came up to tell them that dinner was ready and she had to go to the bathroom. Marsha said, "Go ahead. We're all girls now." So Amy did. After she was finished she looked into the tub at Katie. "Look mom. She looks the same way I did, down there, when I was a baby." This statement caused Katie to turn red. After all, she knew what she looked like. Then Marsha asked Amy to finish giving Katie her bath. Katie thought she was going to die from shame. Imagine his daughter was going to bathe him like a baby. What was worse was that he was a baby and needed for her to bathe him, or rather her. Shortly after that, Amy took Katie out of the tub, dried her off, and dressed her in a disposable diaper and a sleeper. Katie protested the diaper but was told that mom said that it was in case she had an accident, since kids her age were prone to wetting the bed. Then Amy took her down stairs for supper. In the dinning room. Marsha was waiting and picked Katie up and put her in a new high chair. Then she set a plate of pre-cut food on the tray in front of her and said, "I'm going to feed you, since you already had your bath." And much to Katie's dismay did just that. After eating, Marsha took her up to bed. In bed with the railing up Katie said, "Mawsha, Pweathe hewp me. Don't make me thtay thith way any wonger dan I have to." "I won't." Then as a joke she added, "Unless you change your mind and want to. Good night, baby. And don't call me Marsha." "Okay mommy. Good night." Marsha turned out the light and closed the door and backed up into Amy. "Sorry." "Me too. I was going to ask you if you wanted to take left-overs to work tomorrow." "Yes. Oh crap, I forgot about that. I'll need you to watch Katie for me." "On Saturday? Mom!" "Sorry, I have no choice." "Okay. I just didn't want to be stuck with a shrimp tomorrow, I was going to go to the mall with Kelly." "Take Katie with you if you want. She probably won't like it, but We're just going to have to make this work. Oh, Here's something that your dad found for you today," She handed Amy the necklace that she had taken off of Katie before her bath. "What's this?" "I don't know. Some kind of necklace." "I'll have to thank hi.. her in the morning." They walked back down stairs. After all, it was only eight o'clock. Katie laid there in bed. She knew that it was still early because light was still filtering through the drawn blind that her mother, no wait, his wife had pulled down before she left the room. He thought. ' Man! it's getting far to easy to think in terms of being a little girl.' He pulled the zipper of the sleeper down and reached inside. Then he slid it inside the diaper. He rested his hand on his now smooth groin and began to gently explore his new genitals. A tear formed in his eye. What if he was stuck like this. Oh, how would he be able to deal with all the things that went with it? It would mean growing up all over again, with his daughter as his older sister and baby-sitter. Going to school again, starting with kindergarten. He continued to think on these things as he drifted off to sleep, before the sun fully set. At the same time little Katie was exploring the possibilities of staying Katie. Her new mommy and new older sister where also exploring them, together and alone. They discussed what would have to change and what they would have to do if they couldn't find a way to get Kevin back. Marsha admitted to Amy that she did like having a small child around the house again, and the best part was that she didn't have to go through childbirth. They laughed at that. Amy said that she had thought it would be fun to have a little sister. Marsha finally said that she just couldn't force Kevin to stay Katie permanently, she loved him too much to do that to him. After they went to bed themselves Amy thought about what her mother had said and how nice it would be to have a little sister instead of a father. She was still very angry at him for spanking her. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'he could use a little humiliation.' However, like most girls her age Amy never thought the whole thing through, she just knew what she wanted and set about forming a plan to get it. The next morning Marsha was up and gone before either of the girls were up. Just before Katie woke up she dreamt that she was Kevin, and that he was at a swimming pool with Marsha. As she woke slowly and the sleep began to fade from her mind. She became aware that she was wet, while laying in bed. She opened her eyes and looked around. Everything looked huge. She looked down at her self and let out a loud gasp which brought Amy running. Katie looked at Amy through the bars of her crib and said, "Oh no! I thought it wath onwy a dweam again. It weawwy happened. And what's wowse, I wet mysewf." She began to cry. Even in her anger Amy had to feel a little sorry for her, but only a little. "Well let me give you a bath and put some clean clothes on you." She picked the toddler up and patted her back. "There, there, it'll be all right. We'll spend the day together and it'll be fun. You'll see." Amy bathed her little sister. Which once again embarrassed Katie. "You'll get used to it, Katie. After all I had the same things you do, when I was you age. It's kind of funny, you used to give me a bath and now I'm giving you a bath." After that, Amy took Katie back to her new room and started dressing her in the most feminine things she could find. Which was a sun dress with lots of ruffles and matching panties, white ruffled socks and pink and white snickers. Katie, knowing that Marsha had bought her pants, protested. "Amy, mommy bought me udder thtuff. I don't wanta weaw a dweth." Amy grabbed the tot and turned her over her knee, pulled her panties down and spanked her three times on her exposed rear. At first, Katie shrieked more from shock and humiliation then anything else. Then the pain set in and she began to cry. Amy set her down on the floor and said, "There! Now, you listen to me. I'm in charge here. You will do as I say. Not the other way around. Do you got me?" "Yeth." "Good, repeat after me. I'm just a baby." "I'm dutht a baby." "My big sister Amy knows what's best for me." "My big thithtew Amy knows whath betht fow me." "I will do everything she tells me to." "I wiww do evewyting she tewws me to." "Now did you learn anything today?" Poor Katie didn't know what to do. She was stuck with Amy all day. She was so embarrassed to have been spanked by his daughter. Then she was going to humiliate him further by making him tell her what he'd become, a child. The little girl finally said, "Yeth." "Did you learn that I am the boss?" "Yeth" "Say it. Say you're the boss and I'll do everything you say." "Okay, you'we da both an I wiww do evewyting you thay." "Good girl. Now let's go get some breakfast." Amy hugged Katie and lead her by the hand to the kitchen. Two weeks later Katie was still Katie and was starting to get used to being the baby of the family. This happened because Marsha had gotten too busy to look at the diaries. Working on the house and her job took up most of her time. She had asked Amy to look through the diaries, but Amy said it was slow going because she had to always look after Katie. With it being summer break and Amy was off school she and Katie spent all their time together. Although it was cramping Amy's style, She wasn't satisfied that she had her revenge. The truth was that Amy had already found the right diary, and she would read it when Katie was down for a nap. She would hide it when Katie was awake, or when Marsha was around. One day she had put Katie down for a nap and opened another Diary and began reading. It read. Monday, March 17, 1945. Dear Diary, The Cromwells moved out last night and left me with their five year old son. I Found a note on their door that said they moved to California and that they knew I would raise him well, good-bye. The problem is My husband and I wanted a daughter, not a son. I remembered that Medallion my grandmother gave me. She said that my great-grandmother used it to make herself a woman. How did she say it worked? Oh yes, if something belonging to someone else or something of different gender touches the medallion while it being worn, the wearer will transform into that living object. I remember asking her what she meant and why she was giving it to me? She had said " if a boy put it on and put on girl's clothes he would become a girl for at least twelve hours. If a girl did it she would become a boy. And if one wore it and another touched it then they would transform to become each other for at least twelve hours and I thought you might find a use for it some day," I asked why twelve hours and she said that that's how long it took for your body to recuperate from the transformation. I asked if someone else could use it while you were recuperating and she said yes. I think that I have found a use for it after all. Love, Michelle Tuesday, March 18, 1945. Dear Diary, I used the medallion on the Cromwell boy and it turned him into the most adorable little girl. She ended up being about one and a half years old. She wasn't happy about it but I think in time she will forget all about ever having been a boy. I named her Victoria. Amy skipped a few pages to almost the end of the diary and began reading again. Thursday, December 20, 1945. Dear Diary, The Tree looked lovely when we finished decorating it. Vicki even helped. I think that she is starting to forget that she was a boy. She seems so much happier lately. It took a while for her to get used to the fact that she was going to be a girl permanently, but she did at last. Amy opened another one much newer then the others. She opened it in the middle and started reading. Friday June 30, 1979 Dear Diary, Mother gave me a necklace with a medallion on it. She said that she used it to turn me into a girl and that I was really a boy. She said that it had been on her conscience and had to clear it before she died. That might explain the resentment that I've had for her all these years but I could never use it now. I mean I have David and the kids to think about now. Oh well, I guess that I'll just end up packing it away somewhere. Love, Vicki "Wow! That's awesome," Amy said to herself. "I guess, I'd better get the squirt up and dressed in her bikini, if we're going swimming with Kelly and her little sister," She hid the diary that had the way to change her sister into her father again and went to get Katie up from her nap. "Get up, squirt." Amy picked Katie up and checked her pants. "Good girl," she said as she started putting her in a the pink and white bikini. after she had it on her, Amy said, "So, how do you like being a little girl so far?" "I'm getting uthed to it, I gueth." Amy fixed her pigtails and the toddler shook her head. "I Found out how to change you back." "Oh, goodie I don't have to be a widdle giwl no mowe." "I'm going to have to tell mom, but I want you to stay a little girl for a little longer." "But I don't wanna." "Katie, who's the boss?" "You awe." "And I said you're going to stay that way longer. If mom asks if you're ready to change back you'll tell her no. You will tell her that you want to stay Katie for a while longer, and you'll tell her that until I say you can tell her different. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" "Yeth." She was defeated. She knew that if she became the dad again Amy couldn't hurt her, but Amy had her so conditioned that she didn't dare go against Amy's wishes. So, when Marsha asked her if she wanted to stay a little girl she said yes. This left Marsha with a bit of a problem. She needed her husband back. People might start asking where he was and her excuse that he was out of town on business was starting to wear thin. His friend Jim was especially getting suspicious. When she discussed it with Amy she said that maybe she should let him in on it. That gave Marsha an idea. Two weeks later when Amy and Katie came down stairs they were met with a real surprise. "Hi girls," said a man that looked like their father. "What!" they said in unison. Then Amy said, "Who are you?" "Don't you recognize me? I'm your dad." "No who awe you weawwy?" Katie asked in awe. "Really? I'm really Jim. Marsha told me about how you found this necklace and it truned you into a little girl and that when you found out how to change back, you said that you wanted to stay a little girl. So Marsha asked me to take your place until you're ready to be Kevin again." He leaned down and whispered so Amy wouldn't hear him and said to Katie, "Man is Marsha a dynamo in bed or what? Don't worry I'll keep her satisfied until you return. If you return." Katie just stared at Amy and said nothing until Jim as Kevin left to work on the other house. Then said, "Thankth Amy." "Watch it squirt. I'm still bigger then you and can still turn you over my knee. I'll figure a way to fix this. In the mean time you stick to what I told you, got it." "Yeth, I got it." So this was the way things went for another couple of months. Until Amy started school again. By that time she felt that she had her revenge on her father. Besides she was getting tired of Jim. She finally told Katie on the Saturday after she started school and Katie started nursery school that she could change back if she still wanted to. So, on Monday while Marsha was taking her to nursery school, Katie said, "Mawsha." it felt funny to call her Marsha after spending three months calling her mommy, but Katie continued anyway, "I'm weady to go back to being a man now." Marsha got a surprised look on her face and said, "Honey, is something wrong at school?" "No. I don't want to be a widdle giwl no mowe." "Well gee, sweetie, I wish you would've said something before we signed a conract with your nursery school. I'll have to discuss it with your father to see if we can figure out a way to work it out. I'll let you know what we come up with. You might have to stay that way for a while longer, okay honey?" "Okay mommy." The child was dejected. She'd been vetoed for the moment. It had been decided that Katie would have to stay until summer, so that they wouldn't have to pay for nursery school for nothing. Finally, after nearly a year, the big day had arrived. Jim used the medallion to become Jim again and told Marsha that he was going to make arrangements to return to town, but she told him to wait and just say he was visiting. He asked why and she said, "Well, Kevin's been a little girl for a long time. He may not be ready to cope with being an adult yet." Marsha took little Katie into her bedroom and took her clothes off and put the medallion around her neck. Then she touched one of his shirts to the medallion. It took almost half an hour, but there sat Kevin where she had sat Katie. He said. Finawwy. I thought dis day would never come. Hey! I'm stiww talking wike a baby." "It might take a little while before you can talk right," Marsha consoled. He spent a miserable day trying to be a man again. Along with other things he spent the day sitting on and bumping his extra equipment, after all he hadn't had it for nearly a year and wasn't used to having it. He eventually chose to follow Marsha advice and return to being a toddler, but not before going out and buying some boy's clothes. 'Well, at least this time I'm going to be a boy,' he thought. He took off his clothes and put the necklace back on. Then Marsha handed him an article of clothing and he touched it to the medallion, it was only then that he realized that she had handed him one of Katie's dresses and not the five year old boy's T-shirt that he had gone out and bought. In half an hour he was Katie once again. The little girl screamed at her mother, "I don't want to be a little girl any more." "Look we were already set up for a little girl not a boy," Marsha explained. "I don't cawe." Her little girl talk beginning to return. "I'm not going to be a widdle giwl. I won't. I won't. I won't," she screamed. Jim, who'd already turned back into Kevin, picked her up and turned her over his knee and spanked her still bare bottom and said, "You will. You will. You will." Then he looked at Marsha and said, "If you spare the rod you'll spoil the child." Then he hugged his little girl, the one that used to be who he was now and said, "Daddy loves you, Katie. You are Katie now for good. I'm taking that medallion and selling it. Now go and tell your big sister the good news." He set her down and slipped her dress on her and put a pair of panties on her and patted her butt as she headed off, still with a tear in her eye, to find Amy and tell her that she had a little sister forever. A few days later Kevin took the medallion into a flea market and sold it to a merchant, while his wife and two girls waited in the car. The little girl in the car seat watched as her daddy went into the flea market, a little tear formed in her eye, for she knew that it meant that her life was set as a girl. Then, as little girls are prone to do, the medallion was immediately forgotten for the moment as she focused her attention on something else. 'Being a girl ain't so bad,' she thought for a second and a second later it to was gone. The End