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(In part, a sequel to "A Trick, Not A Treat")
Troy Visits Mrs. Canfield
By Heather St. Claire
Troy was on his way from his home to his favorite amusement park, a couple
of states away. He was looking forward to a fun day with his friends. He only
had two real sad things gnawing away at him... his long-standing desire to be
female... and his fear that his car wouldn't survive the trip.
The car? That was nothing a few hundred dollars wouldn't fix... just a new
radiator, a new carburetor, new brakes, a new battery...
His desire to be female? That was a deep-seated longing that it seemed
that no earthly power could take care of. All he knew is that his true essence
was female; and that he was a confirmed lesbian. Some might wonder why he didn't
pursue women more aggressively; it was simply because in his mind, he should be
making love to them, but as another woman!
But that wish was in the back of his mind as he struggled to keep his car
on the interstate. It had been running roughly for more than 20 minutes; now it
was beginning to bang, choke and splutter.
"Whatever's going on, can't be good," Troy thought to himself. He scanned
the road for an exit, but none seemed to come along for some time; finally, he
saw an off ramp that he hoped would lead him quickly to a garage.
But instead, he found himself in a small town that seemed to be straight
out of Norman Rockwell! Street after street of perfect little homes, many with
picket fences...children happily playing outdoors... it seemed idyllic, perfect.
There was just one thing wrong. No business district presented itself... no
garage.
"Darn!" Troy exclaimed. "Not even a gas station!"
Just when he thought his luck couldn't get any worse, his car coughed its
last and died. He realized he was on a dead-end street, a cul-de-sac. He walked
up to the first house he saw, and rang the doorbell, hoping someone would be
kind enough to let him phone for help.
No one answered at the first house, so he trudged over to the second one.
This time, the front door opened, and a sweet, grandmotherly lady, a little
heavyset, her hair in a white bun, opened the door. "Hi Troy, I've been
waiting," she said pleasantly.
"Who are you, and how did you know my name?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, dear, with most people who come to me, I try to play it a little
coy... I do like to have fun, you know! But for you, I think I should get
straight to the point. I'm Mrs. Canfield, and I'm a witch."
A light clicked on in Troy's head. Of course! Mrs. Canfield! This town! It
was all described in Heather's recent Halloween story on Fictionmania! No wonder
things here seemed familiar.
"I hope you understand, though, dear, that I'm a good witch, and I only
use my powers to help people. I can do that," she said, reaching to clasp his
hand in hers, and staring directly into his eyes, "but you have to trust me. Do
you trust me?"
"Yes," Troy said, "I trust you."
"Okay," Mrs. Canfield said. "Just watch." Suddenly, the woman was bathed
in a shimmering white light. The light grew so intense that her figure was
completely obscured. Troy kept trying to watch, but was finally forced to close
his eyes. When he sensed he could open them again, he saw the light was fading;
he also saw that the grandmother in her 70s had been replaced by a stunningly
beautiful redhead who appeared to be in her mid-20s.
"Wow," Troy mumbled.
"This is how I prefer to appear," the witch said. "But the sweet old lady
disguise helps keep the neighbors off-guard. They're less likely to be
suspicious of a grandma than of a mysterious beauty living alone. I just wanted
to demonstrate my power to you. Now dear, sit in this chair, and I'll be right
back."
Troy sat while he watched the tall, shapely redhead saunter toward the
kitchen. He admired the sway of her hips, and wondered if he too would soon be
able to walk that way? No, it was too much to hope, but...
A couple of minutes later, the woman came walking back into the living
room and handed Troy a baby bottle. "What?" he said. "I'm supposed to drink
this?"
"Yes, dear," she said. "You decided to trust me, remember?"
"What's it taste like?"
"Like the richest, sweetest milk you've ever tasted, only better."
"What exactly is it going to do?"
"Enough questions! Drink before I change my mind!" He could tell she was
joking, but didn't want to test the witch's patience, so he complied. And he
found that the milk did taste wonderful! As he drank, he felt a strange tingle
over his body; it seemed to move rapidly from his head to his toes.
Almost immediately, he was aware of a sensation of shrinking. "I'm getting
smaller!" he said.
"Yes," the witch said.
Before he knew it, Troy was the size of a six-year-old. He realized his
clothing was dissolving, and he was soon clad only in a large diaper.
"Wha--" he said. But a moment later, Troy was too small; he lost the
ability to speak, and then the ability to grasp the bottle; it dropped to the
floor, while the infant Troy writhed on the seat of the overstuffed chair. He
was soon aware of the witch looking down at him.
"Troy? I know you can't speak right now, but you should still be able to
understand me. Don't be alarmed... this is just the first of the big changes.
Hang on."
With that, Troy felt his tiny penis and testes begin to draw up inside of
him. Soon, a moist slit opened in their place. "You can't feel it now, dear, but
your female reproductive organs are taking shape inside of you right now; your
whole chromosomal pattern is being rewritten from XY to XX."
The baby Troy thought the witch was wrong about one thing; he did feel
something happening inside of him; something wonderful. When she grew up, she
would be able to be a mother!
"Now Troy, this really needs to be a new start for you in a lot of ways...
so... hold up one of your little hands, girl, so you can see what's happening."
She paused; Troy was beaming with pleasure inside over being truthfully referred
to as a girl for the first time in her life. As she held up her new hand, she
saw the pink tone rapidly darkening, turning a rich olive.
"You're going to be a Hispanic girl, now, Yolanda... yes, that's your new
name, Yolanda." The ravishing redhead stood again, and turned to the kitchen.
"Now hold on just a minute, dear," she said. "Don't go anywhere!"
The infant Yolanda cooed. This witch has a sense of humor, she thought.
Where could she go in this condition?
Soon, the witch returned, and handed Yolanda another bottle. "Sweetie, I
know you're probably feeling kind of full, but you need to drink this formula
now to finish the job." Yolanda eagerly took the bottle and began to suck.
Again, she felt a tingling, different from that produced by the first
bottle; this was more intense, yet slower to build and travel over her body. Yet
before too long, she was convinced that she was growing again; before too long,
she guessed she must be the size of somewhere between a two and three-year-old.
She tired to speak; all that came out was a slightly slurred, "Happening?"
The witch continued to watch the process closely and with satisfaction.
"You're growing just fine, dear," she said. "Don't worry, you're going to be
able to talk again soon."
Another couple of minutes passed, and Yolanda guessed she was about 11 or
12 years old. "Oh my, this is all happening so quickly," she said.
"It's going to slow down now, dear," the witch said. "Get ready for
puberty again; your body needs a few minutes to absorb the shock."
Perhaps a minute had passed, when Yolanda felt a tingling in her nipples;
she looked at them and saw them slowly beginning to expand; now, underneath
them, she felt what she could best describe as a tickling sensation. The girl,
still clad only in a diaper, curiously reached up to touch the newly-sensitized
area. "Don't be shy about exploring yourself, dear," the witch said. "I'm not a
prude."
As the girl gently stroked her expanding bosom, the witch said, "Try to be
aware of what's happening in your pelvic area, honey. It's a little more subtle,
but you should be able to feel your hips expanding, and your little tushy
getting bigger."
The girl, who had been moaning quietly with her eyes closed, suddenly
opened them slightly and said, "Oooh! Yes, I can feel it!" Next, the witch
handed her a hand mirror. "Look at your face, beautiful one," she urged. "It's
changing from a pretty girl's into a beautiful young woman's."
Yolanda took the mirror and saw the witch was right; her features were
taking on a more mature look. But her main attention was focused on her still-
expanding chest. She happily cupped her new breasts in her hand and said, "How
big am I?"
"I think you're settling in for now at a solid C cup... but don't worry,
you'll be that D cup you've finished growing."
"Am I done yet?" Yolanda wondered.
"Just about done for now. You're going to stop as a 16 year old."
"How come?"
"You are full of questions, beautiful one! But I suppose that's to be
expected. Let me tell you about your old life, and your new one... and give me a
couple of minutes before any more questions, please?"
The girl nodded silently.
"First, there's the matter of Troy. As of this moment, he no longer
exists, and in fact never existed. He's been erased from every photo, every
document, every memory, including your family's. Believe me, it's easier this
way. It would be hard for them to cope if Troy just suddenly vanished from the
face of the earth but remained in their memories... believe me, it's best this
way.
"As for your new life. You are taking the place of Yolanda Montez. The
original Yolanda was killed in a very tragic auto accident last night. Her
parents, a wealthy couple in Los Angeles, are absolutely devastated. Yolanda was
their only child and the light of their existence.
"You are going to take Yolanda's place. You will soon find yourself in a
hospital room. I'm changing the fabric of reality; everyone will believe that
she survived the accident with a few bruises and a moderate concussion. You're
going to keep all of Troy's memories, but also will be assimilating Yolanda's.
This will take a while, so if you seem confused at times, the bump on the head
will be a handy explanation."
Yolanda was wide-eyed as she took this all in. "Los Angeles? That's kind
of a big, scary place isn't it?"
"Well, dear, it can be, but your new parents actually live in one of the
wealthier suburbs. It's a very nice, very safe community. And greater L.A. has a
lot of Hispanic culture... I want you to have a chance to learn about your new
heritage."
Yolanda nodded in agreement. "What about clothes? I need some clothes,
don't I?"
"You'll wake up in a hospital gown, hon, and Yolanda has a huge closet
full of clothes waiting for her back home. She was quite a clothes horse, and
her parents didn't mind her indulging herself that way."
Once more, the new girl nodded happily. "Sounds like just about everything
has been taken care of... but what about my soulmate? She's waiting for
transformation, too."
The witch grinned. "No, dear, not anymore. She was here a couple of hours
ago. The same auto accident that killed Yolanda, also took the life of her best
friend, unfortunately. Your Claire is now that girl's replacement. As a matter
of fact, you'll find her in the hospital bed next to you."
Yolanda's eyes were bright with tears of happiness. "How can I ever thank
you for all you've done?" she asked.
The witch reached forward and squeezed her hand. "Just live a happy life,
dear...that's all I ask."
Wiping her tears, Yolanda said, "Okay... now what?"
"Just finish that second bottle of milk dear."
Yolanda did as instructed, and as she felt the last drops leave the
bottle, she quickly fell into a deep sleep...
...and woke up in her new life.
The end
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