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Mandy By Morpheus It had been a long day at work and I was relieved to finally be home, or at least I would be once I went through the door. But for the moment, I hesitated, feeling just a faint reluctance to do so, not sure what I might face once I did so. My name was Keith Summers, a 29 year old technician for a telecommunications company. I was pretty average looking, standing about 6 foot and having brown hair with a well-trimmed mustache, and I was married to a beautiful woman named Lynn. Lynn was two years younger than me and 5 inches shorter, though without a doubt, far more interesting to look at. She was very pretty, though certainly no super-model. Lynn was more like the girl next door, with her dark blonde haircut into a fairly short, but feminine style. We had been married for 3 years, and though we certainly tried, there were no children. I was a little disappointed by that but willing to be patient, however Lynn was less patient, in fact, almost obsessive at times, growing more frustrated with every passing month. And unfortunately, that had begun to put a real strain on our relationship as of late. I never knew when she would be in a good mood, wanting to try something else... some wacky new position that was 'guaranteed' to get her pregnant, or worse... when she would become moody and ill-tempered. That too was becoming more frequent. "I hope she's in a good mood tonight," I muttered as I started for the door, deciding that I certainly wouldn't mind another try at having kids. After all, I've always been told that practice makes perfect. With that in mind, I went inside, grinning as I smelled the scent of something delicious hanging in the air. I quickly followed it to the dinner table, smiling even more as I saw the dinner that was laid out, and even more importantly, Lynn standing there with a pleased expression. "How was work?" Lynn asked with a sparkle in her eyes "Not bad," I answer, making an exaggerated sniff at the food, "That smells great. What's the special occasion?" Lynn just winked at me, "I found a way to finally have the child I always wanted." I silently groaned at that, wondering what crazy thing she'd picked up this time. Some new aphrodisiac, or a new book on sexual positions that were guaranteed to get the woman pregnant? Perhaps yet another chart telling when the best time of the month was. "Oh?" I urged non-committedly. "Just a little magic potion that I bought today," Lynn responded, making me fight back a much more audible groan. "You'll see later." With a nod, I sat down, eager to eat but not nearly so eager to see Lynn's latest waste of money. However, I knew better than to tell her what I really thought since that was guaranteed to start another argument... as well as the accusations that I was trying to 'sabotage' her from having a baby. Once dinner was finished, I barely had a chance to get away from the table before Lynn was standing before me with a small glass bottle in her hand. A bottle that was filled with some light red liquid that looked sort of like watered down Kool-Aid. "Here it is," Lynn announced with a strange expression, quickly opening the bottle and handing it to me. "I bought it from a real witch who guaranteed that it would give me the child I always wanted." Her voice was excited and hopeful, though there seemed to be something else there as well. I took the bottle and stared at it skeptically, not at all comfortable with the idea of drinking something like that. After all, I not only had no idea where it came from or who sold it to Lynn, but even less of what might be in it. "Drink it," Lynn told me impatiently, almost ordering me. "All of it!" That startled me, as did the strange... almost crazed look in her eyes. However I didn't pay much attention to that, only the bottle in my hand. I didn't want to disappoint her, and at the same time, I might even have felt a tiny bit of hope that it would work myself. With that, I downed all the liquid in one gulp... wincing at the surprisingly sweet taste. It was like liquid candy. "Wow," I exclaimed, putting the empty bottle down, "They could really market that stuff for kids. But it's a bit too sweet for me." Lynn just grinned, having an odd expression. "Good," she commented. "So what now?" I asked, giving her a wink, "A little romp in the bed?" "I think not," Lynn responded, laughing slightly, though it wasn't a nice sounding laugh. I was confused by her reaction, however that only lasted a few seconds... until I felt flushed and warm. For a moment, I just continued to stand there, feeling more and more as if I had a fever, then I staggered backwards slightly, catching my balance against the wall. "What..." I started, gasping from the discomfort. It was then that I noticed something else strange, that my pants were beginning to hang low. A few minutes earlier, they'd fit me just fine, but now they felt as though they were two sizes too large. And my pants weren't the only thing as my shirt was starting to get loose in the shoulders as well. "What the hell?" I gasped in confusion, looking at the still grinning Lynn and becoming even more shocked to realize that I was looking her straight in the eyes. Quickly looked down, seeing that she was in fairly low shoes... and when I looked back... her eyes were an inch higher than mine. "I'm shrinking," I whispered in horrified realization. But that was impossible. I stared at... up at Lynn in shock as she got even taller... as I got smaller. And the look on her face... it was one of excitement. There was no surprise there, no confusion. She obviously knew what was going on. Then it suddenly dawned on me... Lynn had drugged me. "What... what was in there?" I demanded, my voice sounding a little higher than normal. Lynn just let out another laugh, "Sugar and spice," she grinned, "and everything nice." Then she added, "At least that was what the witch who sold it to me said." At that point, my clothes were a hell of a lot looser and my head only came up to her shoulders. And I was still shrinking, of that there was no doubt. I could even feel it happening, much to my discomfort and horror. Then I looked down at my arms, my eyes going wide as I realized that they were smooth... without the hair that normally covered them. "It's working," Lynn gasped in excitement, rubbing her hands together eagerly. All I could do was grab at my body, too shocked to do anything else. My hand ran over my face, revealing that my mustache was gone, leaving a smooth lip behind. In fact, my whole face felt soft and smooth, without the slightest trace of my usual 5-o-clock shadow. Then I picked up my huge shirt, staring at my thin... childish looking body. "What did you do to me?" I cried out, my voice sounding like a little kid's. And worse, I was staring straight into Lynn's stomach... then up at it as I continued to shrink. "This can't be happening..." "But it is," Lynn laughed. For a moment, I just stared up at her in silent horror, feeling shocked and betrayed. I knew that I wasn't really shrinking, that I was really drugged and just imagining it, or at least I did consciously. Inside though it felt far too real and I couldn't keep hold of that conviction. Then I turned my attention down to myself, unable to even make out my body as I was buried in massively oversized clothes. However, there was no doubt in my mind that my body had changed a lot more than just in size. From the other things I'd noticed, I suspected that I'd really grown younger... or was it just that the drugs made me think that I'd grown younger? I didn't know how long it took, only that the changes finally stopped. They'd seemed to drag on for hours, but I knew that it couldn't have taken more than ten minutes. But I finally stopped shrinking, as did the feeling of things inside of me moving and the fever. "Aw..." Lynn gasped, bending down and making me cringe back, "You're SO cute..." With that, Lynn quickly grabbed at my clothes and pulled me from them, though I tried to resist. However it was no use whatsoever as she was much... much larger than me and infinitely stronger. I felt so tiny and helpless as she actually picked me up, as though I was nothing more than a doll. "Lemme go," I cried out... almost pleadingly. However, Lynn just laughed, "I don't think so little one." All I could do was cringe in her arms and ask, "Why..." Her expression turned cold... almost crazed. "It's your own fault," she snarled at me bitterly. "All you had to do was give me a baby and you wouldn't..." I shook in terror, shocked by what I saw in her eyes. That wasn't the woman I married... it was someone else. Some mad woman who'd replaced her. I knew that Lynn wanted a baby... that she'd gotten more and more frustrated when she couldn't get pregnant, even obsessive. She'd even gotten bitter and blamed me during several arguments, but I'd never imagined she would go so far... not in a million years. "Well I have a baby now," Lynn spat, "just like I always wanted." She paused as a cruel smile formed, "And you gave her to me whether you wanted to or now." I was so stunned by what was going on that it took me a moment to realize that she'd said 'her'. However, as confused as I was, I didn't say anything... at least not at the moment. "I found a witch," Lynn continued, "And she promised me that I could finally have the daughter I always wanted..." Then she glared at me, "for a small price. And you deserve it. You kept me from having my baby... so now you'll get the punishment you always deserved." Then without warning, Lynn turned me over and smacked me across my naked butt, slapping me again... then again. I screamed out from the pain, begging and pleading, to no good. Lynn was taking out all of her frustrations on me and I was helpless to resist. "Please..." I cried out, tears pouring down my cheeks. However she spanked me again and again. "Well no more," Lynn snarled, "You've lost the right to be my husband. You weren't enough of a man to do what you were supposed to..." She finally stopped with the spankings and grabbed me roughly, halfway carrying me and halfway dragging me to the bathroom where she held me up in front of the mirror. "This is what you are now," Lynn snarled, "Look." I stared into the mirror in shock and horror, seeing the reflection of a toddler looking back. A toddler who couldn't have been more than three. And then I noticed it... the crotch. Her crotch... my crotch. There was no doubt that this toddler was a little girl. "No..." I managed to squeak out in a little girl voice, my nightmare becoming worse by the minute. However, in spite of my horror, I continued to stare in the mirror at the cute little girl who looked back. She had shoulder length curly blonde hair and the cutest little face... but that only made me cringe even more inside. "You're Amanda now," Lynn said with obvious pleasure, "Mandy. You're my Mandy now so get used to it." All I could do was stare at my reflection and that of my wife in even greater horror as the full scope of what had happened to me sunk it. I was trapped... helpless in the hands of the woman I loved... of a... a madwoman. "Please..." I started, though it came out sounding a little more like 'pwease...' It was a little harder to form the words, though I tearfully begged with her, "Pwease change me back Wynn..." Lynn's expression turned hard again and before I even realized it, I was slung over her knee and getting a hand over my ass again. The force was incredible, and the pain even more so. I screamed and howled while Lynn screamed out, "MOMMY! You call me mommy now! Don't you EVER call me that again!" I just screamed out helplessly, "No..." unable to do anything except take the punishment that she was dishing out. "Is that understood Mandy?" Lynn demanded furiously. By this time, I was completely in tears, hurting like hell and fully aware of just how powerless I was. "Yes," I whimpered out, and at her glare, I quietly added, "Yes mommy." That seemed to be just what Lynn wanted to hear because to my great relief, she stopped spanking me and dropped me to the ground. All I could do was curl up in pain and shame while Lynn slowly walked away. However, it wasn't much of a relief as I knew that she would be back. Lynn didn't leave me alone for too long, and a short while later she'd taken me into the living room where she had a "surprise" waiting for me. I cringed in shame as she held it up, beaming proudly at the frilly pink dress in her hands. "You'll look so cute in this Mandy," Lynn gushed, "Now let's get you dressed." I cringed in shame but offered no resistance, having come to the realization that my only chance to get back to normal was to wait until Lynn came back to her senses. All I had to do was wait until she calmed down and realized what she'd done... or at least until she calmed down enough so that I could talk sense into her. Then she'd go back to that witch for a cure... I just knew it. All I had to do... or could do was play along until then. It didn't take Lynn long to finish with that stage of the humiliation. She treated me as if I were some doll and dressed me up in the frilly pink dress and other little girl clothes, then even did my hair up in pink ribbons. But in spite of the shame, I did nothing. I told myself that it was just because I wanted to let her calm down... but the truth was that I was too scared to do anything. "Oh Mandy," Lynn beamed down at me proudly, "you look SOOO cute." She picked me up and held me in front of the mirror, just to rub it in. After this, Lynn set me down on the couch and left me more or less alone, though she kept looking at me and smiling. However, it was still extremely uncomfortable for me, not only from my drastically changed body, but my aching butt. And then of course, there was the constant fear and shame that I was filled with, knowing that any little thing could set Lynn off again. At one point when Lynn wasn't watching me, I looked down at myself, staring at the horribly cute dress and cringing... then at my hands. At my tiny, chubby hands. I slowly patted at my body in shame, even going so far as to reach between my legs and feel the absence there, then quickly pulling my hands away. "Why me..." I whimpered. I'd never done anything to deserve such a horrible thing, especially to Lynn. But at that moment, SHE came back... towering over me like some sort of mythical titan. It was as if she took delight in seeing me squirm, in knowing how helpless I was against her. But I knew that it wasn't as if she took delight... there was no doubt that she did. She reveled in it for some strange reason, putting all the blame and frustration she felt straight on my shoulders. "Now you be a good little girl Mandy," Lynn warned me as she left the room again. I just nodded in fear, not wanting to do anything to get her angry with me again. The thought of those spankings was more than enough to ensure that. My whole backside was still aching and feeling bruised. And then with little warning, my situation grew even worse. I felt it coming, the pressure in my bowels that told me that I had to go to the bathroom. I struggled to get up, surprised at the urgency of it, trying to rush to the bathroom. But in my rush, I forgot how unfamiliar and coordinated I felt in my new body and toppled face first off of the couch, hitting the edge of the coffee table with my foot and knocking several things to the floor. "What the hall?" Lynn screamed, bursting back into the room and taking one look at the toppled magazines and candle holder on the floor. Her eyes widened and she yelled, "You're a bad girl Mandy!" Then before I was able to even stagger all the way to my feet, she was on top of me, her fingers digging into my arm painfully enough to make me scream. "Bafwoom..." I gasped out, my tongue slurring the words, "I gotta..." "BAD MANDY!" Lynn yelled out as she hit me again, apparently not hearing what I'd tried saying, or just not caring. "BAD GIRL!" Then she hit me yet again. This time however, I lost control and suddenly emptied my bowels... literally shitting my pants. It was like explosive diarrhea... beyond conscious control... and horribly disgusting. I felt the awful warmth spread down my leg, just as the smell caught my nose. Lynn literally threw me to the floor at that, yelling and screaming, going even crazier than she'd been yet. She let out a continuous stream of profanity... when she'd almost never swore before. And then she grabbed several of the book's I'd dropped from the coffee table and threw them at me. All I was able to do was cower on the floor, trying to cover my head with my arms. I could feel what I'd done... I could smell it. I could almost even taste it along with the humiliation. It was by far the worst humiliation yet, with me sitting there helpless in my own shit... helpless to even control my own body. "Plwease..." I blubbered in terror. "Wynn..." Then I gasped, realizing what I'd just said, "Pwease mommy," I quickly blurted out, "I didn't mean too..." I knew that she was going to do something to me, something bad. VERY bad... as if she hadn't already. After a minute, Lynn grabbed my arm again, digging her fingers into my skin and yanking me up off the ground, nearly pulling my arm out of the socket as she did so. Or at least that was what it felt like. Then she practically drug me into the bathroom... this time completely silent, though I could feel the anger radiating from her. "Stupid brat," Lynn muttered, slapping me across the face before she started to tear off my clothes, and not to gently either. I cringed back in shame and humiliation, dreading her touch... because every time she touched me it hurt. I was almost surprised when she put me into the bathtub without any more spankings, then sprayed me off. Once all the shit was cleared away, she rinsed the tub and started to fill it for a bath. Once the bath was finished, all of my skin was a little sore from Lynn's forceful scrubbing, but at least I was clean again. Clean... but humiliated beyond belief. Beyond anything I would have imagined possible. "You're a bad little girl Mandy," Lynn told me, then pulled something out... holding it so that I could get a good look. It was a diaper. I didn't resist when he put the diaper on me, though I desperately wanted to. However, I was too ashamed and scared to do so, instead choosing to lay there motionless and trying to tell myself that this was just a nightmare. A nightmare that I'd wake up from in the morning and everything would be normal again. But deep down, I feared that things would never be normal again. Once she had finished putting on the diaper, Lynn muttered, "That's better honey." Then she picked me up, almost gently as she carried me to the other bedroom. The one that she'd set up as a babies room six months earlier. She put me in the crib and then stood back, staring at me in amazement. "My own darling daughter," Lynn whispered to herself with a dreamy expression. "You're going to be mommy's little angel from now on, aren't you?" I just nodded weakly, but she quickly went on, "We'll do lots of fun mother and daughter stuff... just like I always dreamed of." And with that, Lynn tucked me in and left the room, much to my relief. However, I couldn't miss hearing the faint clicking outside that indicated she was locking me in. Not that it would have made much difference anyway since I was so small now... and helpless. I just looked up at the ceiling, hoping that whomever was up there was watching... was listening. "Pwease wet me wake up..." My eyes were already filled with tears... tears of fear and shame. It was with those tears in my eyes and heart that I drifted off to sleep. --- Upon waking in the morning, I felt groggy, sitting up and still shaking slightly from the nightmare that I'd had. However, as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the bars in front of me, the true horror came crashing down. It hadn't been a nightmare... no more than my life had become. "Shit..." I whispered quietly, too much in shock to think of anything else to say. And then I reluctantly looked down at myself, at the toddler's body that I now possessed. The body of a little girl, dressed in nothing save a diaper. I cringed at the sight, knowing that I would NEVER get used to it. I only hoped... prayed that I wouldn't have to. Then of course, there was the fact that I hurt like hell. My whole backside felt bruised, as did my arms where Lynn had grabbed me. I could even see the bruises left by her fingers, a reminder of just how powerless I was against her. Of just how vulnerable and weak I now was. I tried not to think about it, but it was an inescapable truth that I couldn't stop fretting over. It didn't take long before Lynn came in, looking rather cheerful. She stood over my crib and smiled, "Did Mandy have a good sleep?" Lynn didn't wait for an answer before bending over and picking me up, then taking me into the bathroom for another bath. I held onto her in fear, not knowing what she was going to do though at the moment she was being very gentle. She even set me into the tub gently and began the water, making me nervously wonder what she was up to. To my surprise, the bath was a lot gentler than I would have expected. In fact, Lynn even cooed at me, acting as if I really were her daughter as she gently bathed me. It was somewhat unnerving, but I didn't want to do anything to set her off again and knew that my only chance to get back to normal was to play along. Once this was done, I was once again put into a disgustingly cute little girl dress, with my hair being done up with ribbons again. I hated it but knew better than to say anything, especially since 'mommy' was in such a good mood. "Now Mandy," Lynn told me as she set me in the middle of the living room floor and sat down on the couch, "Why don't you sing for mommy? Show mommy how good you can sing." She had phrased it gently, but there was little doubt that it wasn't a request. With a nod, I started singing, "Twinkle twinkle little start..." I wasn't that good a singer and knew that I was off- key, but that didn't seem to bother Lynn. At least not as long as I was acting all cute for her. After about half an hour, Lynn finally got tired of my singing, much to my relief. It had been a relatively minor embarrassment compared to everything else I'd already gone through, but it was still something that I rather would have avoided altogether. "Alright honey," Lynn cooed, "Now you get to help mommy go grocery shopping." A short while later, we were walking through the store, or at least Lynn was walking since I was sitting inside the cart, nervously looking around. Every time someone's eyes settled on me, I felt a shiver of shame, especially as several of them exclaimed how cute they thought I was. Lynn just lapped it up though. "Let's see..." Lynn mused to herself, "I know... we need some peas." She grinned down at me, the sharp edge in her eyes as she added, "They'll help grow up to be pretty... just like mommy." She knew I hated peas, which was obviously the point. Then Lynn slowly pulled me out of the cart and set me on the floor so that she could reposition everything in the cart and make more room. I took advantage of that opportunity to back away from Lynn, surprised when I found myself standing next to a boy who looked like he was only 4 years old, but was much larger than me. "Crackers..." the boy offered, holding up a bunch of peanut butter crackers. I glanced around, seeing his mother a short distance away, looking at something on the shelf. Or at least I assumed that she was his mother. I nodded and gave a weak smile, taking a cracker just to be polite, though I didn't really want one. He seemed like a nice kid, even if he was intimidating me some at the moment. However it certainly wasn't intentional. Suddenly I was yanked around and the cracker was knocked from my hand. "Don't touch that," Lynn told me firmly, "And keep away from him." "But..." I started to protest, only to get slapped across the face. "Stop that," Lynn snapped, "You're embarrassing me." I cringed and backed off, my cheek stinging. I wasn't paying enough attention though and bumped into the display behind me... knocking several packages of crackers that were stacked up onto the floor. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Lynn angry. "Bad girl!" Lynn exclaimed as she grabbed me painfully, smacking me in my rear again. This time it was dulled by the padding from my diaper, making me thankful for the first time that I was wearing it. However my butt was still sore from the previous spankings so it wasn't much of a mercy, especially as she continued to hit me, "Don't you dare embarrass me like that in public." Then without warning, there was another woman standing there... the woman I thought was the boy's mom. "It was just an accident," the woman exclaimed, "I'm sure she didn't mean anything and it's no problem to fix." With that, she started putting the boxes back as if to demonstrate. She gave me a slightly worried look before looking back at Lynn, "See." Lynn just snorted and said, "Come on Mandy." She quickly put me back in cart and went back to shopping, but glared at me through the rest of the store... giving the unspoken threat that she'd deal with me once we got home. I dreaded the return home, realizing that being in the supermarket gave me some protection. Lynn couldn't go too far in public, but once we were away from 'prying eyes', who knew what would happen. I had an idea and it wasn't a pleasant one. "Why couldn't she have stayed happy," I asked myself quietly on the way home, wishing that I would have taken the opportunity to try talking to her again. To try reminding her that I was really her husband, not her daughter. Maybe I could even get her to realize that she needed help, though I might still be able to do that later. I knew that it was irrational, just as irrational as her behavior was, but it was the only hope that I had. The only chance that I had to ever get out of the nightmare I found myself in. As soon as we got home, Lynn let me out of the car and started for the door, gesturing for me to hurry. I did my best, more than halfway running just to keep up with her walking pace, though it was hard since I had very little coordination in my new body. And then, just as I got close, I suddenly tripped... falling face first into a puddle that filled the driveway. "MANDY!" Lynn screamed, yanking me out of the puddle with a furious expression on her face. I grimaced, grabbing at my arm where I'd scraped it along some of the gravel... enough so that it was even bleeding just a little. However Lynn didn't notice that, or just didn't care. With a slap to my face, Lynn snarled, "You've ruined that dress." She glared at me, snarling, "You did that on purpose." "No..." I cried, "I twipped..." I held up my stinging arm in the desperate hope that it would get her sympathy, "I'm hurt..." But that did little good as Lynn half drug me the rest of the way into the house, muttering that I'd ruined the dress on purpose, just to spite her the entire time. And once inside, the clothes were all torn off... just before I spanked again, hit even harder than any of the other times. When Lynn had finally finished, I was left locked in the bedroom, curled up into the fetal position and crying like the child I was. Every fiber of my being was filled with pain... pain, humiliation and betrayal. I didn't even know which of those was the worst. My hope was quickly shattering, with almost nothing left to cling to. And as I sobbed helplessly into my pillow, I remembered Lynn's final words before she left me... filled with a chill of terror as I did so. She'd said, "Maybe an infant would be easier to deal with..." The speculative look on her face as she said it was to give me nightmares. --- I frowned as I stared at the TV, trying hard not to look down at myself, at the child that I had become. Instead, my eyes were glued to the screen, though I paid little attention to the Sesame Street characters that danced across it, just like a 'good little girl'. My second morning as a little girl was no better than my first, perhaps even worse as I no longer had any hope of Lynn coming to her senses... and almost none of ever getting back to normal. Then of course, there was the other thing. The thing that made chills run down my spine, realizing that things were likely to get even worse for me. "If I can find her again," Lynn muttered to herself as she walked into the room, sending shivers of dread down my spine. "Said she was in the middle of moving..." It took a great deal of effort to keep from staring at Lynn, or even running away from her as fast as I could. But I knew that either of those would just make things worse for me... or at least that was part of. There was little doubt that I was scared as well, though whether that fear paralyzed me or it was the rational reasons, I didn't know. "Why me..." I whispered to myself, finally looking down at the dress I was wearing. Lynn seemed to have a preference for such cute frilly dresses. It was only several minutes later when the doorbell started to ring. I was startled by that and rather curious, as well as afraid. What if it was the witch that Lynn had gotten that potion from? That was NOT an appealing prospect. And even though I suspected that it might anger Lynn, I had to know. With that, I stood up and hurried to the front door as fast as my tiny legs would carry me. It seemed a whole lot further away though at my new size. I got in sight of the door, just in time to see Lynn open it up, revealing someone I didn't recognize standing on the other side. It was a man in his late twenties to mid thirties, though it was hard to be certain. He had long, dirty blonde hair and was dressed with a gray trenchcoat and hat. "Hello?" Lynn asked, looking a little wary. There was no sign of recognition from her as well. For a moment, the man in gray just stood there silently, then he suddenly pushed his way in, shoving Lynn backwards. She let out a loud scream a she caught her balance, quickly gasping, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Don't move," the stranger ordered, his voice a little rough and tired sounding, but very strong and firm. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn't make out. Suddenly Lynn gasped, "I... I can't move..." She waved her arms around and was obviously trying to lift her legs, but it looked as though they were glued to the floor or something. However I didn't have the same problem and was starting to back away, but the man turned to me with a sad but gentle smile, "Don't worry Mr. Summers... I won't hurt you." I gasped in surprise, "Y... you know who I am..." I stared up at him in confusion and nervousness. He made no move towards me, only nodding and gesturing for me to come closer, just before closing the door. "Who are you?" Lynn demanded, her voice shaking in obvious fear. "How dare you... " "HOW DARE I?" the man snapped furiously, glaring at Lynn, making her cringe back. "How dare YOU." Lynn just weakly gasped, "What?" The man in gray shook his head sadly, "And you don't even feel guilty." "For what?" she demanded, this time sounding a little more angry than afraid. "For what she asks," he muttered, shaking his head again. "Why is it always like this?" Then he glared at her, "For what you've done to your husband." "I didn't do anything wrong," Lynn told him, glaring at him, "Now leave me and my daughter alone." "What you have done..." the man said, his voice icy cold, "was no different than chaining him to the wall in your basement... to attacking him with a baseball bat... to torturing him anytime that you felt like it. And you think that you have done no wrong?" He glared at her, then gave me a sad smile. I stared up at the gray man, feeling confused but no longer quite as scared. "W... who are you..." "I can't tell you my real name," the man said, bending down slightly, ignoring Lynn cursing at him. "Names can be dangerous in my... profession," then he smiled, "But you may call me Joshua." "Joshua..." I repeated to myself. Then I had to ask, "What pwoffession?" It was hard forming the word with my new tongue. "I am a magician," Joshua said, spitting out magician almost as if it were a dirty word. Lynn burst out, "You bastard. When I call the cops on your ass..." Joshua just stood up and glared at her, shaking his head. "You do not even realize what you are. What you have done. It is because of things like this that I despise magic." I was surprised at that, especially since he seemed to have magic himself. "But..." I started in confusion. "Perhaps that is why I am not more powerful," Joshua mused. Then he glared at Lynn again, "I loathe magic. People use it without any concern for the ramifications. They seem to think that because magic is outside the laws of reality, anything they do with it is outside the laws of man... or of morality." He was silent for a moment before stating, "The power to do something does not give one the right to do it." Lynn switched back and forth between fear and anger, her beautiful face distorted by her emotions. That was not the same woman I'd married. It couldn't be. I stared at Joshua nervously, "W... what are you doing here?" I asked him, half relieved and half afraid. Still, I'd dealt with Lynn for the last several days and doubted that anything could be worse. My whole body still ached from the beatings she gave without reason. Joshua paused for a moment and turned towards me, looking thoughtful. "I do not like magic," he told me, "though I do use it myself. It is too often used to cause harm to innocents. I am not very powerful, but I do my best to undo that harm where I can." Those words went straight through me, rekindling the spark of home. "You can change me back..." I gasped hopefully. "Leave my daughter alone," Lynn told Joshua again, this time not having quite the same force of demand. "She is not your daughter," Joshua reminded her calmly. "She is your husband. And just because she possessed the body of a child does not mean that she is one. She has the mind of an adult." I stared up at Joshua hopefully, "Can you?" "No," he responded sadly, while Lynn suddenly grinned as though she'd won. "I am not powerful enough to undo the change to your body," Joshua told me quietly. Cringing, I whispered, "Oh..." I shook at that, tears coming to my eyes again, even after I'd thought that they might have been all used up. "I can not undo the change," Joshua admitted, "but I can still help you by working around it." I looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant. He asked, "I can at least take you out of her power... and give you an adult body again." "NO!" Lynn screamed, struggling helplessly, "Don't take away my Mandy... Don't you dare take away my daughter!" This time Joshua ignored her, or at least seemed to as he bent down to look me more evenly in the face. "I can not change your body... but I can move your soul." He looked up at Lynn meaningfully and added, "Or I can arrange for you to be adopted by a caring family. It is your choice." For a moment, I just stared at Joshua in complete shock, not sure what to think. I didn't know what to do... what to think? However, I did not want to remain a child... to remain as a helpless little girl, even if it was with someone else watching over me. I shuddered at the memory of what had already happened, remembering what Joshua had just said about my still having an adult mind, even in a child's body. "I... I don't want to be a wittle girl," I told him steadily, fighting back the shakes inside. Joshua nodded as he stood back up, muttering something under his breath. Suddenly I felt a tingling running through my body, not the same kind of tingling as before. This time, it was more like static electricity... feeling sort of warm at the same time. Then I felt myself being pulled... pulled right out of my body. I gasped... or at least would have if I had lungs to do it with as I stared down... not seeing, but feeling everything around me, including the body I had just left. And finally, I was pulled towards another body, sensing another presence passing me at the same time. There was another tingling... then sensation. "Oh God!" I gasped out, startled to hear Lynn's voice. "What happened..." a little girl's voice called out fearfully. I glanced over... and down at the cute little girl with the horrified expression, then down at myself, seeing the prominent breasts on my chest. Lynn's breasts... now my breasts. I shivered at the sight, as well as the rest of the womanly body that I now wore. "I fell... strange," I whispered, thinking that it was definitely strange compared to my real body. However, there wasn't the slightest doubt that it was a thousand times better than what Lynn had changed me into. "I'm a woman..." I hesitantly touched my breasts at that. "I fear that it was the best I could do," Joshua told me, giving me a weak smile and doing something with his hand. I found that I could move my feet after this, though I didn't go anywhere. "NO!" Lynn screamed from the toddler body, looking as if she were any other little girl throwing a temper tantrum. However Joshua wouldn't have any of that and after a quick utterance, Lynn collapsed to the ground motionless. "Oh..." I squeaked, bending over for a better look, my heart filled with mixed emotions. "Is she..." "Merely asleep," Joshua assured me. "However, there is still the matter of her fate." I looked at him blankly, then he went on, "I can leave her here in your care... to raise as your own daughter... or I can have her sent to a foster family to raise." That was something to think about, especially as I knew that I could get even for all of the things she had put me through. I could make her suffer just as badly. However, I was too tired for that at the moment and with a single glance at the sleeping girl, I knew that I had made up my mind. "Take her away," I told him, knowing that if Lynn did remain... even if I tried treating her right, there would always be that memory... that living reminder of what I'd gone through. And at the same time, I knew that I would always be tempted to get even with her. I'd never thought of myself as a vengeful person before and I didn't want to start now. I didn't want to become the crazed thing she had been. With a nod, Joshua slowly reached over and gently picked up Lynn, smiling sadly as he did so. "I will take her to a good home," he told me, "and cloud her memories to give her some peace... and another chance." "Thank you," I told him quietly, not able to bring myself to look at Lynn... the toddler I had been just a few minutes before. I could even see the bruises on her arms, knowing that she would really feel it when she woke up. I couldn't help but feel smug at that, thinking that it was the least she deserved. Joshua let out a sigh and opened the door, apologizing again that he hadn't been able to do more. Then he added, "I shall take care of the details of your old life... and death. I can fake a car accident for the real you so that you'll be able to collect your life insurance." For a moment, I just stared at Joshua, then at the sleeping girl in his arms. My stomach went into a knot at the sight as I remembered the woman I'd loved... the one who had slowly been lost to me in her own obsession. We promised 'till death do us part', but as far as I was concerned, she had killed me. Me... and the real Lynn. There was nothing left of her except for the body I wore. "You finally got the child you wanted," I told Lynn bitterly. She just never thought that it would be her. Then, I nodded to Joshua before impulsively throwing my arms around him for a heartfelt hug. Tears streamed down my eyes as I whispered, "Thank you." "I just wish that I could have done more," Joshua sighed. Then he turned and left, his last words being a faint, "I hate magic." Once Joshua was gone, I just sat down and stared at my hands, remembering how they felt against my ass. I cringed at that, just as easily remembering how nice they'd felt on our wedding night. That was the same body that I'd made love to, and had tortured me. There was no doubt that I had a lot to work through, and a lot to learn. But I would get used to it and I would learn what I needed to know. Of this I had no doubt. It wasn't going to be easy turning into a woman, but it was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. And with that, I took one more look out the window, seeing no sign of my savior or my torturer. Then as I turned away with mixed emotions, and a lot of relief, I whispered, "Goodbye Mandy." The End