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I enjoy reading other authors writings on the Medallion of Zulo, so... I thought I would take a "stab" at one. Instead of focusing on the story like others, I wondered what would happen if an adult that used Zulo was suddenly transformed into a very young baby... less than a month old? Would they be able to retain all their knowledge when they reverted back? This story is what I think could happen. Angel By Anon Allsop The pendant laid dormant in the plastic baggie next to my chair. I slowly looked from the clear bag, to the small infant sleeping quietly on the floor. "What could have possessed you to try something so idiotic, Angel?" I sighed to myself. It had been almost three days since I had to transform her back. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye and dropped my head into the palms of my hands in exasperation, "Oh God... I am so tired!" It seemed like it had been almost 72 hours since I slept last, because of her constant bawling... and the diaper changing. Looking at the sleeping form of Angel I sadly shook my head. "I wished you would have never found that damn thing!" I looked back to the bag and its traitorous contents, "If only I would have known... I could have stopped her... now I'll never have my Angel again." She began to stir, I looked at my watch. "Well... its about that time again." I rose to my feet and slowly moved toward the kitchen where I could warm up a bottle of formula. Every so often I would peer around the corner at the little newborn as I readied her bottle. Checking the temperature against my arm I picked up a burp towel, threw it across my shoulder and headed back into the room. She was quite awake as I rolled her over where she gave me a gentle smile showing only her toothless gums. I silently opened up her little pajamas and removed her tiny feet. As I pulled off her soiled diaper, I couldn't help but smile at this lovely little child who only thought of me now as her father. Slowly and gently I cleaned her soiled bottom and lovingly replaced the diaper with a clean one. I spoke softly to her as I snapped the garment back up to her little belly. No person in their right mind would ever believe that this adorable little baby was really my 26 year old wife until just a few days ago... now as my wife, she's lost forever. Cradling her in my arms I walked back to my chair and began to feed her the bottle, as she slowly drank down the contents my mind reflected back over the last few days... *** I watched her smile as she dangled the little necklace in the air as she held the chain by her beautiful sculptured nails. "Do you have any idea what this is?" She asked. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, "Well considering that you pulled it from the 25 cent box, I would guess that it was just another cheap necklace." She hurried her beautiful body around the table and leaned toward me whispering, "Honey, it's Zulo!" I stared at her blankly, "Zulo... the Medallion of Zulo!" She repeated herself as if that would carry more importance. When she saw that it wasn't registering with me, she frowned and quickly walked toward a little girl reluctantly helping her mother with the sale and handed her a quarter. The little girl looked from quarter then to the necklace and began to cry. I just continued to look around at the other items on the Garage Sale tables figuring that some little one didn't know Mom put her necklace on the sale table. Angel walked back toward me pushing the little plastic bag deeply into her purse, I watched as she smiled and began to head toward a table full of baby items. "Hey Angel, don't buy too much. We don't want to move stuff we don't need!" She nodded and continued to walk away. I knew that she would buy what she wanted, and I would pack it as well. I was starting a new job next week and we just lined up a rental near where I would work. Soon we would leave this city and move into a quiet tree lined neighborhood where we both hoped to raise our children. That was why Angel wanted those baby items... always preparing for what she hoped would be our future. That caused me to smile. Angel continued to move around the other tables as I began to browse through some odds and ends next to the woman and her daughter. The little girl and I made eye contact and she quickly looked away... her look wasn't like the "I'm not to talk to strangers look" but rather from embarrassment. I smiled and thought to myself, "Now what reason would a pretty little girl like that have to be embarrassed?" She looked down while wiping tears from her cheek with the backside of her arm and stared at the ground, wiggled her little bare feet in the soft grass and began to fidget with her dress. I heard her mother softly whisper in a hushed tone, "Stop playing with your dress, good little girls do not show their panties to the public." From the corner of my eye the little girls face reddened. I felt sorry for her, she didn't want to be there any more than I did. She continued to follow Angel with her eyes as she moved from table to table. I turned my back to the two as I heard the girl whisper, "Mom, you can't get rid of that... how will I ever return to normal?" In an almost inaudible whisper I heard her mother respond, "Normal is such a relative thing, Jeffery. You should have thought about that before you started picking on those girls!" The little girl began to cry again and ran toward the house. I turned and watched her go, the mother had also turned in her chair and slowly smiled as she faced forward. I pretended to be looking intently an one item, as the mother muttered under her breath, "Serves him right... maybe he'll be thinking a bit differently... now that he's one of them." I picked up a drill bit set and glanced at the price, the woman turned her attention to me. "A guy can never have too many of those things." I realized then, she was directing her comment to me. "That's just what I was thinking." I responded. Carrying it to her as I fished my wallet from my back pocket. I gestured toward the house, "Is she okay?" The woman laughed and waived her hand in the air. "She looked a bit upset." I added. The lady glanced toward the house and replied, "Well, Jennifer was a bit hurt that I sold your wife her old necklace... but that's okay, she doesn't need it anymore." I smiled as I handed her some bills and waited for my change, "Jennifer... I could have swore that I heard you call her Jeffery." The woman looked up from her chair and used one slender hand to block out the sunlight the other moved to hand me back some silver coins. Our quick conversation ended as a man walked back from the house, "Why is... Je... Jennifer so upset." He glanced at me and then continued, "She said you sold THE necklace... do you think that was wise?" The woman let the coins drop into my palm, "She knew that we were serious when we dealt the punishment, she needs to be taught a lesson." Her husband folded his arms across his chest and scowled at his lovely wife. I felt very much out of place standing there, I thanked her and slowly walked toward Angel and the pile of clothes that she had compiled. As I walked he continued, "I said listen... what you are planning to do will last a lifetime!" He sounded sternly, "Are you sure you want to condemn him to that type of punishment?" "Look William, when we married, you told me that I had to take care of our children... that included punishing them... I assure you that she will think twice before disobeying me again! Now excuse me, I need to take care of the baby!" I could hear her walking away. I met my wife as she walked toward the angry man, she gave me a curious look and I only said "Later." We turned and together walked back toward the man where my wife laid the clothes down and paid for them. I knew that he wanted to ask my wife if she was the one who bought their daughters necklace but at the rate that these sales go, he would have just been guessing so he stayed silent. *** When we arrived at home Angel began to pull the items she had bought from the bag. I smiled at her excitement as she began to place the clothes on our coffee table. "You sure bought enough of those things." She smiled and held an item up still in its packaging. "Look at these Ray, brand new... never been opened!" I looked at the package she was waiving around. When she briefly held it still for a moment, I saw that she was holding an outfit for an infant. "Are you trying to tell me something?" I eagerly asked knowing that we have been trying for children since we married four years ago. "It never hurts to wish... does it?" She sighed. I watched her as she pulled one after another out of the bag and placed them neatly on the table. "When it does happen, I'll have the clothing covered." She was a very smart woman... always planning for the future. "All of these items have never been used... brand spanking new!" She smiled causing me to laugh at her excitement. I shook my head in futility as I scanned the packing boxes all around the living room, each marked with room and description. "Oh well... what's one more box to pack." I said out loud. She giggled at my comment, and continued to go through the items. As she pulled each little garment out of its box and folded them, she tossed the empty boxes into the bag to throw away later. "Wouldn't it be easier to keep the boxes?" I pointed to the bag. "Why?" She pulled a long blonde strand of hair away from her face, "The boxes just take too much room! Besides, it would be less to move with us." I nodded seeing her point. "Beautiful and logical... that's what I love about you!" I smiled. My comment caused her to wink at me. "Hey, while you're at it... why don't we see about doing something about filling those little outfits?" Using my head, I nodded toward our bedroom. She jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand pulling me along behind her as we headed toward our bedroom. *** A few hours after our lovemaking, I remember hearing Angel stirring around in the bedroom while I was relaxing on the bed. Her beautiful tanned body clad only in her underwear and bra both a silky pink. I slowly sat up and threw back the covers. "Sorry about that... I didn't mean to fall to sleep that quickly." She smiled and continued to search for something. "What are you looking for?" I asked. She frowned and placed her hands on her shapely hips. "Do you remember what I did with that little necklace? I was sure that I put it in the bag." She began to go through the pockets of her jeans. "If you remember, you bought that first... I think it's in your purse." I said while stretching. She paused for a moment and smiled as if someone turned a light on in her head. I began to pull on my boxers as she headed out of the room. "Hey... where you going so fast?" I called out behind her. I drew my pants up and zipped them, fixing my belt as I followed her down the hall. I entered the living room as she pulled the bag from deep within her purse. She winked at me and motioned for me to follow her, which I did. Back into the bedroom we went. She again began a search, this time in the closet. "What the heck are you looking for now? I figured you were done when you found that little girls necklace... now what are you up to?" I sat down on the bed and waited for her to stop digging in the closet. She pulled a big bag from the closet and sat it on the bed. Slowly she began to remove the items. "These were Kathy's clothes... you remember don't you? She was my roommate before we married. I knew that she left some clothes here." I thought about Kathy, she was a remarkable woman, only 5' 3, young, blonde and very sexy... I had dated her before getting to know Angel. I remember Kathy was a bit small in the chest, but what she did have, was very proportionate to her diminutive size. I probably would have dated her longer, but she moved away and that's when I really got to know Angel... I think I'm better for it. At least Angel looks older than 15, Kathy was Angel's age, but she was so youthful looking that she could have passed for a girl in high school. Angel pulled out an item and then turned back into the closet and grabbed out an old shirt that belonged to her younger brother. I laughed when I saw the shirt, I had remembered seeing it on Mike. He would wear muscle shirts to show off his muscles for the girls... he was pretty buff for a 17 year old. "Why you digging in the rag bag... you planning on some cleaning to do?" I kidded her. "Nope." She smiled as she walked toward the little baggie lying on the bed. She held the necklace by the chain and picked up Kathy's blouse. Slowly she walked toward me, "Are you ready for an experience that you will savor forever?" She hovered the medallion near my chest then pushed it against my skin with the blouse, I felt a minor tingle like touching a wire with your finger... it dissipated from my chest and ran down my limbs rather quickly. "What the heck did you just do? It felt like I just had a bit of electrical current run through me... I feel a bit strangely." Something wasn't right but she wasn't about to tell, she just stood and smiled... waiting. "Now, it's my turn." Smiling, she picked up Mikes shirt and did the same to herself. "Now we'll just wait for things to happen." She quickly laid the necklace on the dresser, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor along with her underwear allowing her beautiful breasts swinging free. She moved toward me and began to pull at the belt that I had just fastened. "Come on, stand up and help me out." I laughed and stood... as I did, I became aware that my pant legs were pooling up at my feet. For that matter, I could no longer see my feet, it seemed that they had disappeared amongst the extra material now at my ankles. When my gaze returned toward Angel's face I was looking up at her. It suddenly seemed as though I was shrinking. Angel grasped my waistband with her hands and pulled them straight off of my hips without much effort at all, pulling my underwear right along with them. I didn't know what to think, as I stood there trying to figure out what was happening Angel's face slowly became more masculine. Her hair began to shorten and her breasts even appeared to become smaller. All the while I was feeling a strange tickle against my neck, I brushed my hand at that spot and came back around holding blonde hair. My hair continued to grow as I held that golden lock. I looked down at myself and stared in absolute shock while my nipples became larger and began to swell. My hands flew up to my chest as they continued to expand out from their normal place of rest. I caught sight of my hands and slowly brought them to my eyes, they had become small and dainty. Even my arms and legs were now graceful and feminine. I looked toward Angel... she had continued her transformation as well, only now she looked more like Mike than Angel. Gone were her beautiful breasts, her shapely feminine curves and flowing vibrant hair. In their place were chiseled features that Mike had worked so hard on... Angel was turning into Mike. I looked at the naked form standing in front of me not knowing whether to call it a her or him, Mike or Angel. It was then that my attention locked on to a definite shape growing from between Angel's... Mike's legs, longer and outward, the erection slowly began to climb its way up with arousal. With a husky voice that was more male than female, "Well my dear, this little adventure is complements of the Medallion of Zulo. Now you're going to find out what it's like on the other side of the fence! Take a gander at yourself in the mirror... Kathy." I turned my head and faced the mirror mounted to the top of Angel's dresser, a look of horror passed through that young creatures eyes reflecting back at me. Surely what I'm seeing was impossible... this can't be happening. I looked past my shoulder into the refection of a young man slowly walking toward me from behind, his stiffening shaft bobbing in eager anticipation of what his young teenage hormones hoped would soon happen. Again my reflection caught my attention, slowly I was looking more and more female. I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked more like Kathy with each passing moment... and Angel looked like Mike's duplicate. "That Medallion did this?" My hand shot to my throat, Kathy's little feminine voice was now coming from me! "Change me back... I don't want to stay like this!" I stood in front of the mirror and looked like an exact copy of Kathy from the belly button on up. "God... she was beautiful!" In a deep voice Angel... or Mike replied, "I thought you may still have had a thing for her." Slowly I felt a hand wrap itself around my waist and kisses softly fall on my slender neck. I tried to pull away but Mike's grip was too strong. With one hand he raised my chin and kissed me deeply, his manhood now rock hard was pressing into my lower back. I began to wrench myself free but he maneuvered me toward the bed, I fell against the soft pillows and tried to crawl from the boy's grasp. He placed one hand around my tiny waist and began to fondle my hanging breasts. "You know you like that... now don't you... Kathy." "I'm not Kathy! I'm Ray... please Angel, don't do this!" I pleaded as I struggled to get away. "I'm not Angel... my love, I'm Mike... and will be for the next 12 hours. It's time you learn how I want to be loved... and this is the best way I can think of! So, be a good little girl and relax!" His strong hands lowered themselves down toward my stomach. I realized when he made the comment about being a good little girl, why that little girl at the garage sale was crying... she WAS Jeffery! Everything was coming into place, only I had to get away from the advances of this teenage boy with overactive hormones... even if somewhere deep inside was my Angel! Slowly he forced me farther onto the bed as I struggled to free myself from his strong grip. I pushed my head into the pillows and used both hands to pry against Mikes strong grip on me. That was a big mistake as I realized that was the move he needed to impale me with his shaft. As he pushed it deep within my new womb I cried out realizing that I now had a very female slit between my legs and he was the one with the hardened rod. He laughed and started to pump his hips, I found myself began to become less and less resistant with each push of my transformed wife. Slowly my hormones became in tune with how my body felt and I began to move with his rhythm. He kissed my bare back as his movements became more and more sensual... I wanted him to stop... then again, I didn't want him to stop. Suddenly his breathing became more labored and he convulsed, I knew what was coming next... he was. I heard a grunt and he began to pulse his warm seed deep into me. I kept up the motions until he was spent. He rolled from me and collapsed in exhaustion. "Hey, what about me?" I asked, realizing that I didn't get to experience any sexual stimulation as deeply as he did. "Hey baby, now you know how it feels to get all worked up and just have you drop off and fall asleep like you do!" I pulled my knees into my chest and found myself pouting just like Kathy did. He laughed... she laughed... whatever, "You look just like Kat, pouting like that!" "Yeah, and you're not a very good poet either!" I said at his last comment. "What? Oh... ha, she made a joke!" His hand patted my smooth leg. "Damn, Kat you sure have a great body!" His hand began to slowly move upward toward my crotch. I tried to stay his hand, but the stimulation I was getting felt so good, "I'm not Kat... I'm Ray." His hand found my pubic hair and began to gently caress me there. "Please, Angel... I don't feel..." He rose up and kissed me deeply, I felt myself falling against the pillows again... this time on my back. His head lowered toward one bountiful breast and he began to suckle setting me on fire with desire. I felt my legs widen in an effort to entice him into a round just for me, he placed one of my hands of his soft penis and I did what came natural to this body I was encase inside. I began to fondle his member until it became ridged and stiff again. His hand lowered until it came into contact with my nether region, cupping it gently and working me into a sexual overload. I began to moan and thrust my hips into his hand... it was then that he mounted me and brought me into the dizzying heights of passion. Try as I might I couldn't keep quiet, my voice was high and breathy... oozing with desire. He continued to work me into a sexual frenzy until he had me begging for more and more. I felt him finally shoot into me after I was able to hit those grand heights more than once. Now I knew what Angel meant when she yelled at me for falling asleep after I expelled my seed. Mike continued to move within me until I felt his firmness leave me entirely. He rolled over and folded his arms under his head. "NOW what do you think about that little child's trinket?" I laid my hand on his broad chest and marveled at just how tiny my little hands were against his tanned skin. "I don't think I would care to do that again... well, almost. But I do have to admit, it was very stimulating." I lowered my head to his chest and allowed my long blonde hair to splay across his broad chest. He looked at me for a long while, then asked, "I want to have children with you... at least one, but I've begun to think that may never happen." For a moment I saw a brief glimpse of Angel under his rugged good looks. "Hey honey, it will happen someday... maybe not today, but someday!" My voice sounded so young and feminine while I tried to discuss our future with my wife... so out of place. My tiny index finger began to trace a circle around his manly nipple. "I can't believe you did this to me... how does that thing work anyway?" "You keep that up and YOU'LL be the one having the baby!" He smiled, causing me to look up from my dreamy euphoria. I thought about his comment, and pulled my hand quickly away causing him to laugh. The more I thought, the farther away I moved until I finally covered up my nakedness with the sheet. Mike... Angel stretched out and acted as though his unclothed body was on display for my pleasure, I must admit to myself that the very feminine hormones coursing through my brain was enough to make me want to take the second look at his beautiful body... but, there must have been enough male in me to keep my distance. He rolled toward me and rested his head in his hand. I watched as his softening member fell toward the bed. Why was I so transfixed by him... how could I possibly be sexually attracted to another guy, even if it was my wife somewhere deep inside? I frowned as those thoughts coursed through my head, realizing that one major reason that I could be interested was that for the moment, I was not a guy. I was a red blooded American female, the only male part of me was deep within my brain. Slowly he began to reach toward my new breasts, I pushed his hand back and repeated my earlier question. "How does this Zulo thing work?" Trying to keep him from his intended play, I covered myself with a sheet. He frowned, "I would much rather play... wouldn't you?" He studied my scowl and smiled, "Apparently not. Okay then, the Medallion of Zulo is very old. Some think it is thousands of years old, some think it is somewhere around 500. It is made of a strange metal that was forged a very long time ago." His hand again touched my hidden breast and I slapped it away. "Look Angel, you may want to play but I don't. I didn't ask to be placed into this form, I have no intention of staying like this. How long will I be stuck as Kathy?" I sat up and folded my arms across my soft bosom letting Angel know that I wasn't in any mood to play, effectively shutting him or her out for the duration. "All right... all right! Geesch, you're no fun!" He sat up and placed his hands behind him making no attempt to cover his nakedness. I flipped part of the sheet across his waist hiding it from my own view. He smiled and shook his head, "Spoilsport! My nakedness wouldn't be bothering you, would it?" I glared at Angel causing him to smile handsomely, and continue. "It's effects wear off in about 12 hours... looks like we have about 7 to go." He said glancing at the clock. "It just has to touch a article of clothing that has been worn by someone, initiating the gradual change into that person. After about 20 minutes they become a duplicate of that person." "Okay then..." I said glancing at the clock, "In 7 hours I will become me again." "Well, it's not that easy pumpkin... you stay like you are unless you touch yourself and the medal with an article of your own clothing. Otherwise you remain as you are." I began to search out with my eyes for something that I was wearing as my old self. "If you touch another's clothing... you change again. Even if it isn't back to the old you." "What happens if we stay longer than 12 hours like this?" I had a feeling that I wouldn't like this answer as I indicated our bodies with a waive of my hand. "From what I know... and that isn't much, the longer a person stays in a transformed form... the more they become like that person. Unless in a female form, if she becomes impregnated... she stays that way." He replied rather candidly causing me to draw my knees into my chest trying to protect myself. I remembered our two rounds with each other just awhile ago, I silently said a prayer to myself in hopes that I didn't already conceive. It had happened before with some girls that I knew... I just prayed to God that it didn't happen to me. I shot him a glare for putting me in this predicament. "All right then, after our time is up... I want to be the old me!" The fear of becoming like Kathy was scaring the hell out of me. Just the little bit that I have been her has caused some curious desires in me that are very unsettling. "Oh come on Kat, nobody gets pregnant after the first time... do they?" I wasn't amused by his sarcasm. I prayed that I would never have to find that out... on me. He smiled and patted my slim hand, "Oh, it's been known to happen!" With his response, I felt hot tears begin to roll down my soft cheeks. "Come on Kat, nothing will happen." I just hoped he was right... I didn't want to stay like this any longer than I had to. He swung his legs off of the bed and walked toward my dresser pulling out a clean pair of boxers. "One other thing... and it's pretty cool. If you aren't satisfied with yourself... you know, a part of your body that is lacking in size or stature. The Medallion of Zulo can change that as well." I wasn't sure I understood, so he continued. "Say you, as Kathy wanted bigger boobs... just touch a NEW bra that is bigger around the bust to Zulo and you instantly become bigger... in that area." I frowned and placed a hand against my chest not realizing how feminine that made me look... why should I worry about my bust size. What was so wrong with the size of my breasts anyway? He laughed watching me, "Hey babe, there's nothing wrong with those puppies... I like them just the way they are!" I shot him an angry look and dropped my arm down... I had been subconsciously thinking like a woman. I dressed for the day in the only items I had that would fit me... Kathy's clothes. We began to pack boxes with our belongings, the only problem was that I couldn't lift hardly anything. Angel... Mike had to do all of the heavy lifting and I was left to pack the lighter items. At least I got out of packing the garage. The whole time I mentally counted down the hours that I had left to remain in Kathy's form. Around noon we could change back... I couldn't wait! With about an hour left I had become concerned with my complete thinking process, I was starting to feel more and more feminine and Angel was becoming more masculine in the way we each carried ourselves. As the time approached I was feeling very anxious at returning to myself. Finally, Angel returned into the room... as herself. I jumped up and ran to her, "Please turn me back... I don't want to stay like this." She smiled and placed an arm around me, "Aren't you a bit curious about women... what they do when they are out. I think you should stay like you are for a little while longer... I want you to know exactly how I feel... in every way." All expression left my face, I felt myself go limp. Angel caught me and helped lower me softly into a chair. "Only for a few hours, we can go dining and dancing. This will give you a real opportunity to experience the life of a single woman." "But... Angel, I don't want to stay any longer like this!" I indicated my form with a sweep of my hand. "Oh come on... you can't tell me that you aren't just a bit curious?" I thought about it... she was right, it did intrigue me. But I didn't want to let her know. "For just a little while then... and you'll change me back?" I was a bit nervous about what answer I would get. We stopped packing right where we were, Angel grabbed me by my small hand and drug me into the bedroom. Lying on the bed was a complete outfit of Kathy's right down to the shoes. I gave a soft feminine groan. Angel laughed at my response... at least she was having fun. We spent about an hour getting me all "dolled" up, by the time she was finished I looked like Kathy did when she was out searching for guys. Angel handed me an extra purse and pulled me along the hallway and into the garage. I looked down at myself into the cleavage that Kathy possessed, expanding out from the silky blouse that Angel made me wear. My now smooth legs extending from the impossibly short mini-skirt and perched on the sexy looking pumps that I was quickly and effortlessly walking in. I was afraid that I am getting too comfortable walking in those things... it wasn't right, I knew it wasn't right... but it felt so normal. I found myself beginning to sit like a female, to gesture like a woman. Every part of my mannerisms were becoming more and more feminine... that was very troubling. We ate at a quaint little Italian restaurant and danced at a local pub until late in the evening. At first we were dancing together and I was surprised that I could move like Kathy did... she was an exceptional dancer, moving in an arousing and sexually stimulating way. I had even danced with a guy or two at Angel's prodding, after a while it didn't matter, and if they asked... I danced. It was almost one in the morning when we walked back into our house. We threw ourselves down on the sofa and just talked... girl talk. I was tired, but Angel was so excited that she wouldn't let me doze off so I struggled to stay awake. Angel kicked her shoes off and sipped on a cup of coffee, "So, how do you like being a woman?" I opened up one eye and looked her way, "It's okay, but I don't think I would want to stay this way... too many things to worry about." "Oh... like what?" She asked taking another sip. "Oh... I don't know. Maybe worrying about whether the guy you're dancing with will try to put a move on you. Wondering if the sex you're going to have would make you pregnant... that kind of stuff." Angel laughed, "You aren't a bit curious about how a baby would feel slowly moving in your tummy?" I knew she wanted that more than anything... still she continued, "I would love to feel a small infant suckle my breast, knowing I was giving him or her life through the milk my body was creating." I shrugged my shoulders... I was too tired, I wanted to sleep. "To feel the fullness in your breast knowing that the baby needed to drink it to relieve the pressure... you aren't even a bit curious?" "Nope!" I mumbled. "I would give anything to experience that feeling. I'm sure you would be the same way if you were a woman." She brushed my leg with her toe. I opened my one eye again, "You're forgetting... I am a woman right now, and I have no desire to feel those things that you mentioned." "If you were a real woman you would..." She answered rather curtly. I didn't even bother to open my eyes to answer, "You forget... our little wrestling match in the bedroom? I have a VERY feminine slit right now... I am as much a woman as you are at the moment. Now get that stupid thing and change me back." She became silent, I assumed that she was mulling over my response. I felt the couch move and she got up and walked away... "Guess that pissed her off." I thought to myself. I must have dozed off some, because I felt something cold touch my breast causing me to open my eyes with a start. Angel was standing over me smiling, suddenly I realized that she was holding the Medallion and a silky looking white garment with the tags still swinging. My shocked gaze moved from her amused look to the item she was holding. It was a bra, a maternity bra. "My God Angel, what did you just do?" Suddenly I could feel my chest beginning to expand, causing the buttons on the silk blouse I was wearing to pop and shoot across the room. She stepped back and giggled at my antics. "What did you just do?" I shouted. "Since you are a woman... and will be for another 12 hours... now. I thought you should experience the joy's of motherhood." She smiled as the bra that I was wearing suddenly sprung off of my chest only holding to me by the straps. I discarded the bra on to the couch, using my tiny hands to support these swelling breasts. The pressure I was feeling from them became intense, I needed to relieve it quickly. "Christ Angel, this hurts! What did you do that for?" They slowly filled with milk as we both watched, the sudden amount of pain I was now feeling made my eyes well up with tears. "We don't have a breast pump do we?" I could feel each engorged nipple began to drip it's milky liquid. "My God... Angel, I'm lactating!" "Nope, we don't have any breast pump, but we'll have the next best thing in a moment..." She laughed as she held the medallion to a piece of yellow clothing then pressed it against her chest. "Angel... you don't know what that can do to you... Noooooo!" I tried to stop her but was too late as she dropped the Medallion onto the end table. "Now we'll just wait... Mommy!" She laughed. "Ooh... it feels funny." She mused at the tingling sensation she was apparently feeling. I stared at her in shock as she began to look younger and younger, for a brief moment she looked like a teenager. Slowly her breasts began to reduce in size until she had almost nothing there. Her hair began to shorten and pull back into her head and her arms and legs grew shorter. She seemed to be only about three foot tall at this point when she started to fall, I caught her and laid her gently down. "I fweel wike ma bane is being sucked fwum me... waz appining?" I began to cry, as she became smaller and smaller. I noticed an odor and looked down... she had soiled herself. "My God Angel... you're loosing control of your body." She tried to sit up but kept falling over and ended up lying there kicking her feet. She was only about three feet long now as her teeth all but disappeared, revealing only two teeth on both the top and bottom of her vacant gums. She tried to speak but all that I could distinguish were vocalizations that a mere infant would make, she began to cry. I wiped the tears away from my own eyes and searched through her boxes for anything that I could use as a diaper. "Why... Angel. Why?" She stopped shrinking down... she was impossibly small. Maybe six or seven pounds... I felt sick. I picked up her small form and quickly placed a diaper around her tiny bottom, that's when I picked up the outfit from the floor where she dropped it. I read from the label, "Oh shit, she's a newborn... My God Angel, what have you done?" I picked up her tiny form and returned to the couch where I placed the outfit on the chilly girl and held her close. "I don't know what to do for an infant... what to feed you?" Almost as if by cue she began to nuzzle my throbbing breast, catching hold of the extended nipple she latched on and began to suckle causing me to jump. "Okay... we have the what to feed thing down." I sat there for almost ten minutes, as the only sound she made was the hard sound of her swallowing the milk... my milk. As she finished I placed her on my shoulder instinctively, and burped her... something told me to move her to the other breast, which was beginning to lactate even more. Instantly she grabbed onto the swollen teat with her tiny mouth and started swallowing. I felt so silly sitting there nursing this small wife of mine. After a while, I felt her stop sucking and grow heavy... I looked down and smiled. She had fallen asleep as she nursed... it was so sweet to see that beautiful child dozing there like that. Now why would I think that? Gently I held her to my shoulder and burped her, after being satisfied that we got all of those nasty burps, I took her into the bedroom and lay down with her sleeping soundly next to me. It had seemed that I only closed my eyes when I felt her stir next to me, a glance at the clock told me that we had laid down about 2 hours ago... she must be hungry again. After a quick diaper change we were back at it... ten minutes on each side then about 2 hours of sleep. "How can women do this?" I asked the nursing infant as the sun began to filter through the window... "Only six more hours of this, then I can return you back to your normal self." Our day continued like this... seemingly endless routine of feeding every two hours. Until the 12 hours ended and I could return both myself and Angel back to normal. As I walked with her into the bedroom I listened to the soft gurgling sounds she had been making, I can see now why Angel wanted me to experience motherhood. Even when Angel cried it wasn't the ear shattering sound that made you grab at your head like some ridiculous actor in an old Star Trek episode... her cry was soft and gentle, almost compelling. I picked up the chain and let Zulo spin in the air, "After I get us back to normal... this thing is history!" Slowly I pressed it into my breast using my shirt. I felt the changes began to happen... "Thank God!" I moved to the sleeping infant and using Angel's nightgown I touched the necklace to her soft tummy. She jumped as the sheer coolness of the medallion touched her warm skin. "Now we wait!" I watched as she began to grow, a little bit at a time. I picked up my clothes and walked from the room and stepped into my jeans. They were still very long on me but it would only be a moment and I would fit into them. I was almost to my own height by the time I got to the couch, there I slipped on the rest of my clothes and tied my shoes. It had been a very interesting experience but I never wanted to do that again. Leaning back into the couch I closed my eyes until the comfort of much needed sleep overtook me. *** A piercing scream burst into my head as I jumped from the couch. Momentarily disoriented, I sought the location of that desperate sound. It only a second to alert me into the direction of the bedroom. As I rounded the corner I saw Angel's naked form lying on top of the covers of the bed. I ran to her side and was struck by a stench of human waste that almost made me ill, Angel had soiled herself again. Only it wasn't the infant this time, but rather the normal sized woman that I was married to. I picked her up and stood her onto her feet where she promptly began to slide down toward the floor, she couldn't even hold her head upright. "God... No... don't let this be happening!" Even though she looked like my Angel, she had all of the muscle coordination of the infant that she had been earlier. I carried her into the bathroom and placed her into the tub where with one arm I held her into place and the other began to fill the tub with water. Quickly washing her off I let the water drain and boosted her onto my shoulder so I could dry her with a towel. I carried her back into the living room and laid her on the floor. I found some soft material lying in a box next to her sewing machine, "This will do." Quickly returning to her side I placed it under her bottom and let her lie on that... in her present condition she wasn't going anywhere. I was surprised that she suddenly fell asleep, it allowed me to sit down and contemplate what I was going to do next. I cleaned up our bedroom and began the washer, I couldn't stand the smell any longer. Walking back into the living room, I plopped myself back down at the couch. I sat there as she slept and thought about this predicament, she was now large but why was she still acting like a newborn... then it hit me. If all the information in our adult brain was to be suddenly packed into the brain of a very small child... would it be able to hold it all? I leaned forward and watched the rise and fall of her gentle breathing. "What would happen to everything she knows... would it remain? Or would it be forced out keeping only what she needed to live? Oh... God, let me wake from this nightmare!" Angel told me that if a person stayed too long in a particular form, then they would slowly act more and more like that form... "But it was only 12 hours, that couldn't have caused this to happen... could it?" Then I remembered that even I had started acting like a female after 12 hours. "Oh... Angel!" I buried my head in my hands. "She can't live like this... she is nothing more than a vegetable. Won't she grow out of it?" I asked aloud as if someone would answer. I'll just have to wait awhile... when she begins to act more like herself then everything will be okay. I grabbed my car keys and left her sleep, I had to head out to buy some items for her... at least I could keep her happy until she returns to normal. With one long glance I softly closed the door behind me and left, I needed to hurry so I could get back before she woke. I had only been gone for an hour, when I pulled back into the driveway. From the garage I could hear her screaming, I scrambled into the living room almost falling down in the process. There she still lay, bawling her eyes out. I rushed to her side and comforted her as she softly began to make those little sounds that an infant would make. I reached into the bag at my side and pulled a rattle from inside, handing it to her she began to pound it against the floor. I sat down in frustration as she dropped it from her weakened grip. All throughout the day it was like this, it was almost as if she had the body of an adult but the mind of an infant. I had exhausted myself cleaning up after her but, I was determined to keep trying though to get my Angel back. The hours passed slowly with me trying to feed and care for Angel. At noon on the second day after she had returned to her adult body I cried softly, as I realized at that moment what I had to do... I waited until dark, by that time I could still see no change in her... my Angel was lost. I decided it was time and went to locate the medallion. Picking it from the dresser where I left it, I walked back into the living room. I touched the yellow pram to her chest and sadly watched her revert back into the newborn body that fit her mind... for me to have my Angel, I would have to wait another 26 years. I walked into the kitchen and placed the medallion into a baggie sealing it for our protection. I dropped it on the table next to my chair. She began to stir, I knew she would be hungry... I bent down and pulled a can of formula from the bag, I had hoped that this wouldn't be necessary... sadly, I was wrong. "Sorry Angel, I'm not going through a breastfeeding again... this formula will have to do." As I walked into the kitchen she began to gurgle and coo. Sadly I poured the contents into the small bottle and warmed it up. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and wiped it away with an exhausted motion. "Why Angel... why?" End. I had intended this to be a stand alone story, however it almost screams for some type of follow up. Even I see that... If readers feel that conclusion is needed, I have ideas. Many who have read my work would say that I'm not about tying up the story into a neat little package where everything is swell in the end, I like to make people think. Therefore, stories like this one and "Ashley's Song" were created. Don't get me wrong, I am a sucker for happy endings... but life doesn't always have happy endings for everyone. Anon Allsop [email protected]