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Synopsis Eleven year old Timmy is on holiday in Pembrokeshire and finds a gloomy cave at the end of the beach. After hitting his head he emerges into a very different dimension, where the boys are the girls and the girls are the boys. Poor Timmy finds himself having to dress as a adorable little girl as he finds he is not growing p but growing down!! He has lots of girlish adventures as he tries to get back to his old dimension. At the beach Eleven year old Timmy White peered into the gloom of the cave. He shivered slightly after the warmth outside. The sides glistened with slime and gave off a pungent rotting seaweed smell, the sound of the waves was muted in here. 'Was there any pirates treasure?' he wondered. He had seen the cave whilst he had been exploring the rocky headland. 'Perhaps there was something that was of interest in it,' he had thought to himself. Intrigued he had scrambled over the large boulders and the quiet little pools to see what was in the cave. He was disappointed to find that the cave didn't go back very far at all and was just a rather smelly seaweedy hole. He shivered again. He was dressed in just his bathing suit and it was cool in the cave. Disappointed he turned to go back on to the beach. The beautiful Pembrokeshire holiday beach with its craggy headlands seemed far more attractive than this smelly cave. Suddenly... As he stood up he felt a tremendous whack on his head! 'Yeeoowch that hurt...!' he exclaimed, tears springing to his eyes. He had cracked his head on the low roof of the cave. For a moment he stood stunned clutching his head. "That hurt!" he muttered again to himself. He composed himself and still clutching his aching head and rather dazed he went back out of the cave into the bright sunlight. He stood for a moment blinking with the brilliance after the gloom of the cave. He had come on holiday with his parents to Pembrokeshire for a week in early summer. His parents hadn't wanted to take him on their main holiday and so this beach holiday was especially for him. In fact Timmy's parents often didn't want him around at all. Timmy didn't mind though, he was a quiet child, small for his age and totally different from both his parents who were both very successful in the media business. He turned to scramble back over the rocks. He could see that the tide had started to come in and his parents might start to worry about him. As he scrambled over the rocks he suddenly saw a couple of girls. They must be in their mid-teens he thought. Timmy had started to look at girls with a young boy's interest and he looked at these two. One was a slender fair-haired girl in a one-piece bathing suit. She had a pretty face and a sweet smile. She looked about thirteen, young compared to the other taller girl. She was probably about seventeen or so. The smaller girl was smiling at the other girl who was much taller and had a very short haircut. 'Almost like a boy's,' Timmy thought. In fact her hair was even shorter than most boy's, but it wasn't the haircut that drew Timmy's attention. What he couldn't take his eyes off was that the taller older girl was topless! Not only was she topless she also had nothing to show up top either. Although she had a smooth face and spoke like a girl she didn't seem to have any breasts, at all. She looked about seventeen or so and had very obvious girlish hips but she had a boy's chest. 'Perhaps they were one of these Lesbians!' Timmy thought. He had heard of lesbians' despite his innocence. He dodged behind a rock so they couldn't see him and he could observe them without distraction. The two girls hadn't seen him and it was obvious they were more than just good friends. The boyish looking girl glanced around and when she couldn't see anyone put her arm around the other girl's waist. Timmy watched them as the older girl drew the younger girl close and backed her against a rock. Timmy eyes nearly popped out of his head when they suddenly started kissing. At first the younger girl resisted but the bigger girl had pushed her back over a rock and she appeared to relent and they kissed for a long time. Timmy could see that the younger girl's legs had moved apart and the other girl's leg was firmly in between almost kneeing her in the crotch. As they kissed the larger girl was caressing the younger girl all over especially her pert little bottom. As they came up for air, the older girl positioned the smaller girl so that one hand caressed her budding breasts and, to Timmy's amazement, her other hand slid in-between the younger girls legs. Timmy, who was flushing fiercely, could bear it no longer and he carefully slipped away without them seeing him. As he looked back it looked as if the boyish girl had got her hand actually inside the other girls swimming costume. Rather puzzled as he had never in his experience seen anything like that he made his way back to the beach. He scrambled over the last rock that led to the beach and as he looked around he stopped dead. When he had left the beach to explore the rocks there had been a group of boys playing football on the sands. But now, they seemed to have gone and had been replaced by a group of girls. But what was totally weird was that they were more of the boyish girls like the one he had just seen. Their age ranged from about twelve to eighteen. They were having tremendous fun kicking the ball about. Timmy was getting more and more puzzled. Were all these girls pretending to be boys? The boyish girls were all wearing boyish bathing suits on which were the usual multicoloured and rather baggy Bermuda shorts. They were all topless just like the girl he had just seen on the rocks. There should have been a rather pleasant display of various sizes of pubescent breasts but there was nothing! Each girl was smooth-chested without a hint of any breasts. Timmy stared at them playing. There was another couple of little girls watching them but these were proper girls with long hair and a full swimming costume that covered their chests. As he looked around further he found that there were now only females on the beach. Some were of the boyish variety and some were the feminine type. He walked around in amazement. It was if the whole beach had turned into lesbians. The adults were either a topless, breastless, masculine man type or a feminine normal woman type. The children seemed to follow the same mix as well. The styles were different than he was used to. The girl children were dressed in a cutesy style that was quite childish. Even the teenagers were dressed in childish 'little girl' type swimming costumes. The boy types were like ordinary males, they wore a mix of Bermuda shorts and occasionally a brief type swimming costume. Something was definitely wrong. Although the beach seemed to be physically the same as he had left, it was if all the previous people had moved off and this new female variety of people had moved in. His stomach dropped as he caught sight of where his parents had been sitting. Although it was all the same towels and bags the two women sitting on them were very different from his parents. A very pretty feminine woman in a one-piece swimming suit had replaced his mother who had been rather thin and gaunt. A tall, slender and rather masculine women replaced where his father was sitting. She had no top covering her chest, which was smooth and masculine with no hint of any breasts. She had wide hips and had almost a crew cut and looked quite masculine apart from her hips and obviously feminine features. He hovered a little way off not knowing what to do. Obviously something was rather strange. What had happened to him? And, furthermore, what had happened to his parents? As he was thinking the feminine woman who was sitting on his parents rug suddenly noticed him. "Cooee!! darling," she waved at him gaily. Timmy's heart almost stopped. This confirmed his predicament. Somehow, he had slipped into some kind of parallel dimension or something back in that cave! What to do? For a moment Timmy paused. It was obvious that the couple on the beach rug was his parents in this new dimension. If he ignored them they would chase after him. If he acknowledged him they would expect him to know about his new situation. Timmy realised that he had no choice. He must respond and somehow bluff it out. Besides the female looked like she was a nice mother. He walked towards her and his 'father'. "Did you have a nice walk? We were getting worried, you were a rather a long time," his new mother chatted to him. She obviously knew him. He slowly went and sat down beside them his mind in a daze. 'What on earth had happened? Where were his parents?' He suddenly noticed his bag. It was the bag where he had put his clothes in when he had got changed into his swimming costume. He had complained, to his mother before they had set off for the beach that day, that it was too soppy, but his Mother had said it was the only one she had with her in the cottage. The bag had a picture of a stylised young girl on it with a little short dress. His mother had insisted that no one will see it and, as she said, a bag was only a bag wasn't it? Now here it was. Exactly the same bag, but in a very different situation. Timmy reached over in trepidation and carefully peered in. His worse fears were realised. Instead of his jeans and tee shirt that he had put into the bag when he had changed, there was an entirely different set of clothes. There, right on top of the pile, which was obviously the last thing that had been flung in, was a pair of little girl's knickers. The masculine women noticed his bewilderment. "Julie are you OK?" she said in a concerned voice. The feminine one looked anxiously at him. "What's the matter boofuls?" she said. Timmy had been struggling with how to cope with the situation. He had somehow slipped into this strange world where everybody was a women, these two women were obviously his father and mother in this different dimension. How was he going to explain to them that he was from a different place and that he wasn't their child at all? He looked at these two and didn't feel like explaining and besides they probably wouldn't believe him. Anyway, who was going to believe an eleven-year-old boy? He quickly decided the best tack was to play along until he could sort out what had happened. But how was he going to explain that he had a complete lack of knowledge about this new dimension, which he now inhabited? Suddenly and rather unexpectedly, as he didn't often have brainwaves, he hit upon a brainwave. He would explain that he had hit his head and that he had lost his memory. He thought about it for a while and decided it would work. "I feel strange!" he started. Both of his new parents looked at him with concern, they obviously knew something was wrong. Eventually he told them about the cave and how he had hit his head and now he couldn't remember anything. After questioning him he found that they believed him. He was obviously very different to the person that had left to go on the walk. With a lot of anxious looks between one another they decided that they must get little 'Julie' to the doctors. The masculine women who took the role of father certainly wore the trousers. So after inspecting Timmy's wound on his head she decided to set off immediately. Reluctantly Timmy naturally reached for his bag to get out of his swimsuit and get dressed. As he opened the bag his heart dropped. The pair of knickers he had seen, was he expected to wear them? They were quite ordinary knickers, white stretchy material with little flowers on, but they were very obviously a young girl's. Timmy gingerly rummaged further, in the vain hope his clothes were somehow underneath. All he could find was a bight yellow sundress and a pair of white socks. Shocked he put the bag down. What on earth was happening? "Come on darling hurry up. We need to get you to a doctor soon, I'm really am rather worried about you," said his new mother with a tender smile. Timmy smiled back at her. His old mother would have never said anything so affectionate as that. He rather liked it. "Here, let me help you." She rummaged in the bag that Timmy had put back down on the rug and withdrew the clothes. Timmy stared at the girlish clothes she was holding. As he did so he instinctively thought about how he would change and remove his bathing trunks. It was then that he realised that he wasn't wearing trunks! Aghast Timmy looked down and realised that he was wearing not his trunks, but a very pretty girl's bathing suit. He had seen some of the girls on the beach wearing the same type of thing that he now wore. At the time he had thought how babyish the swimming suit was for the age of girl that had been wearing them. They were one piece but had a little white frilled skirt, which flared out for decoration. It didn't cover the bottom half of his swimming suit at all. Aghast, he miserably looked up at his new mother. She reached out and slipped the straps of the one piece off his shoulders. Timmy didn't resist. Thankfully she didn't pull off the bottom half but held up a towel for him to protect himself from people seeing him change. Silently and nervelessly Timmy took the towel and wrapped it around him. His new mother reached up under the towel and whipped off the bottom half of the swimsuit. As she did so the towel dropped to the ground leaving him totally naked on the beach with everybody around him being able to see him. "Mum...!" he squealed as he reached down and grabbed for the towel. "No one will mind, silly!" she said with a tender little chuckle. To Timmy's horror she held out the wispy little knickers for him to step into. 'No' he silently screamed, surely not, he couldn't be expected to were the knickers and girls clothes! Still naked with everyone able to see him, Timmy looked at her with wide eyes. He had no choice but to quickly step into the offered little knickers. At least he could cover up from the entire beach seeing him! Going a bright shade of crimson he lifted his leg and put his foot through the proffered knicker leg. His new mother slipped them up his legs and pulled them up. To Timmy's distress, he realised that now everybody could see him in the wispy little knickers and almost gladly allowed her to slip the little sundress over his head. A pair of white ankle socks and a pair of white, rather scuffed, T-bar sandals completed the outfit. Timmy stood miserably whilst his new parents gathered up their things, as he held the bag with his swimsuit and towel in. It felt strange to him. The sundress seemed too short and the sea breeze kept on blowing it up. He was constantly smoothing it down as it felt like with every tug of the wind that he was revealing the skimpy little knickers. They were so light he felt as if he wasn't wearing any underwear at all! His mind was in turmoil as he followed his new parents up the cliff path to the car park. Although he hadn't had a chance to look properly, he had noticed he was different in between the legs too. He had just about seen enough to know that he did not have a girl's crotch, so he was still a boy but he seemed to be a lot smaller down there than before. He realised that he needed to go to the toilet. It would be an opportunity to check down there too. "Mum, I need the toilet," he asked his new mother. She looked unhappily at him. "You have forgotten things haven't you? You never used to call me 'mum' like a big girl, I'd like it if you still called me mummy like you always did," she said indulging him. "And another thing little girls go 'tinkle' or a 'ploppy', where did you get this 'go to the toilet' from?" Timmy realised that he would have to be careful of the language he used; otherwise they would suspect something was wrong. "I'm sorry mummy, but may I go 'tinkle'," he said embarrassed at using such a childish word. He had never called his old mother 'Mummy'. "Of course you may," she smiled down at him; luckily there was a toilet in the car park. He nearly went into the one marked 'Gents' but luckily he realised in time that he was expected to go into the toilet marked 'Girls'. His mother came in with him and stood outside of the cubicle. He was relieved to find the toilets hadn't changed in this different dimension. After locking the door and with a quickening heartbeat he flipped up the sundress, pulled down his knickers, and peered at his crotch. He was puzzled! He had certainly changed down there but he was certainly not a girl either. He was much, much smaller down there, so much so that it was difficult to hold himself to pee standing up and there seemed to be a groove separating his much reduced testicles. "Are you all right in there?" said his mother puzzled at the lack of movement. "I'm OK," Timmy called out and gave up trying to pee standing up. He hastily sat down on the toilet and let his bladder go. The tinkling sound seemed to satisfy her and she didn't call out again. He tried to shake the drips but his new apparatus was so small that he just wet his fingers. Perplexed he pulled his knickers up. As he did so some last remaining pee or 'tinkle' as he must now call it slightly dampened his knickers. 'Blast' he thought. Now he would have to put up with a wet patch on his knickers. He unlocked the door and opened it. His mother was standing there with a puzzled look on her face. 'Oh no! What's wrong now' Timmy thought to himself. "Darling I didn't hear you do a 'patty'. Did you do one?" she asked quizzically. "I d-d-don't know," stammered Timmy wondering what on earth a 'patty' was. "Pet lamb, it's where you pat yourself dry with some tissue paper... Oh dear you must have forgotten... I'll show you." She pulled off a couple of squares of some toilet paper from the holder and folded it into a little square. "Pull your dress up," she requested and the dumbfounded Timmy did as he was told. "Right up!" she said, as Timmy had only pulled up the pretty sundress up to the level of his knickers. Timmy lifted it right up above his waist as his mother slipped her finger in the elasticated waistband of his knickers and tugged them down exposing his new found apparatus. "This is what we call 'doing a pattie'," she said and proceeded to dab his minuscule penis firmly him in-between his legs. "Oh darling you've wet yourself a little bit, see that's why we 'do a pattie' to prevent that happening," she said with an indulgent smile. "Never mind, we'll tuck a bit of toilet tissue to help dry it up." She then folded up another piece of toilet tissue and carefully tucked it into his knickers over his little appendage. "That ought to do it." She smiled at him as she playfully patted him in-between the legs. It was a subdued Timmy that out into the sunlight where his new father was waiting. The little square of tissue in his knickers was making walking mildly uncomfortable. Together they walked to the parked cars. Timmy looked at them with interest. They were nothing like the ones he was used to. These cars were upright with spoked wheels. They had a big running board, very much like cars used to have in the twenties and thirties. They all seemed to be bright colours and Timmy's new father led them to a bright red one. The car wasn't locked and Timmy's mother opened the back so that Timmy could step up into the car. There was a special seat obviously for him, very much like a booster seat that he had used when he was much younger. This one however had integral straps that went around his waist and up in between his legs almost like a child's high chair. His mother helped him to strap in and they set off. The car must have been electrically driven as it made a pleasant putt-putt sound. It didn't go very fast at all, barely twenty miles and hour. "Well some things have changed for the better," said his mother with a twinkle in her eye. "You usually complain when you have to be strapped in and you didn't moan at all!" Timmy realised that neither of his parents was wearing seatbelts. He asked them as to what would happen in an accident, as he was quite used to wearing a seat belt in the car. His father explained patiently that there was some kind of force field that would prevent a car bumping into another. This force field would also prevent people flying forward in the event of an accident. Therefore there was no need of any kind of seat belt. Timmy realised that had been strapped in like some toddler merely to prevent him moving about. 'No wonder the old Julie used to moan' he thought to himself. What more awful surprises was he going to have? Visit to the doctors They drew up to the doctor's surgery. It was in a pleasant suburb of the seaside town that he was staying at. Rather nervously he walked up to the reception desk with his parents. His mother led him off to sit down in the waiting room while his father explained to the lady behind the reception what had happened. Timmy nervously looked around. He hated waiting rooms at the best of times. There was no one else in the surgery. He sat next to his mother while she looked through a pile of magazines that were on a small table in the centre of the room. She picked out one for Timmy and gave it to him to read. Timmy glanced at it with interest. Here was an opportunity to find out more about this different dimension he inhabited. The magazine was called 'Bunnikins' which apparently was some kind of association a bit like the 'Brownies' in Timmy's previous universe. He looked through the rather old-fashioned styling of the magazine. There were several stories of how Bunnikins girls helped their mummies with some rather soppy illustrations. Timmy turned to the photograph section. Here were girls much the same age as him dressed in the 'Bunnikins' uniform. It consisted of a short white and grey pleated skirt with a frilly grey top. Whilst soppiest of all was that they all wore a silly fluffy bunny bonnet that had large floppy ears hanging down. He shuddered to himself. The girls in this place were really soppy to say the least. He turned the pages and a came to another photograph that intrigued him. It looked like some of the girls were in the ordinary uniform but there were two girls which were dressed in a kind of romper outfit which had a big fluffy bobtail. The girls looked like toddlers especially as the bit round their bottoms bulged out making it look as if there were wearing nappies underneath. "The doctor will see her now," said the receptionist to Timmy's father. He had sat down whilst Timmy was looking at the magazine. "I'll take her through for you," said the receptionist. Timmy was led through a door onto a corridor and into the doctor's surgery. "So what's all this about a bump on the head?" the doctor smiled at Timmy. Timmy stared at the doctor. His mind was confused. The doctor was wearing a normal pair of trousers and an opened neck shirt with a light beige pullover. She or he looked about thirty with short hair and of course a completely flat man's chest. The trousers however, were slightly flared around the feminine hips. He had a woman's voice and features although the voice was quite deep. Timmy looked around the surgery. There was a normal desk and screen with a window looking out onto a lovely garden. There was a high couch that was about three feet off the ground. Everything had a strange smell of antiseptic to it. "Why don't you explain everything!" the doctor said patiently and lifted Timmy up to sit on the couch. Timmy, embarrassed at being lifted up like an infant, explained what had happened and how he had banged his head and now had forgotten things. The doctor listened to him intently. He seemed much too close to Timmy and Timmy found it difficult to concentrate especially when the doctor nonchalantly allowed her hand to rest on his knees. When he had explained everything the doctor examined his head and looked in his ears. Timmy knew the bump was only superficial, and was worried the doctor would see him as a fraud. Whilst the doctor was examining him, to Timmy's surprise; she put her arm around him. At first Timmy thought she was perhaps just comforting him, but Timmy found the doctors hand seemingly accidentally slipping his sundress up. "Now," said the doctor in a determined voice, "I think I need to examine you completely, will you lie back, that's a good girl." Timmy didn't move for a moment. 'What did she mean - surely not a complete examination - just for a bump on the head!' Timmy mind was running wildly as the Doctor firmly swung his legs up onto the couch so that Timmy was lying down. The doctor reached over and pulled up a double strap that came over and pinned his body and arms. "No need to worry, just in case you fall off," the doctor cheerfully reassured Timmy. Timmy was anything but cheerful especially when the doctor flipped up the little sundress. "Lift you knees up so we can slip these off," said the doctor tugging at the waistband of his knickers. Timmy had now gone into automaton mode. He wanted to resist and tell this stupid doctor that he shouldn't be doing this but somehow all he could do was to obey. He lifted his bottom up to allow the doctor to slide off his knickers. To his embarrassment the little square of tissue his new mother had put in slipped out. "Had a little accident did we?" the doctor smiled sympathetically. Timmy could only give squeak in reply especially as the doctor had pulled apart his knees and was intently examining him in-between his legs. He couldn't bear to look as the doctor squeezed and manipulated him down there. The doctor pulled over a little machine that was on a trolley. It had various dials and switches on it and two coiled wires hanging from it. The doctor opened a little drawer in the trolley and Timmy could see a range of various sized T-pieces with the long arm of the Tee had a rounded knob on the end. It was made of a bright metal of some sort. To Timmy's further unease the doctor picked one of the smaller ones and attached it to one of the coiled wires coming from the box. She attached a little clamp like device to the other coiled wire. "Knees right back please my angel," she said with a jolly, smile. As she spoke she was smearing yellow goo from a bottle over the knob part of the Tee piece. "What are you going to do?" squeaked Timmy fretfully as he obeyed her, he felt utterly helpless and exposed. "Just a little test...! It won't hurt at all," the doctor pushed Timmy's knees back into his chest. Timmy couldn't guess what was coming next. With a start, Timmy felt the cold tip lightly touch his intimate opening. "Oohh...!" he gasped, outraged at the sudden realisation that this thing was going to be pushed up his bottom, but he was helpless as the doctor slowly, and determinedly pushed it up into him. Timmy couldn't help clenching his sphincter muscles but the cold instrument slid smoothly up and inside him until the Tee piece pressed against his bottom. "There we are!" the doctor cooed to Timmy who was rendered speechless at the intrusion. The doctor took the other coiled wire and clamped it to the vestiges of his penis. Timmy lay quivering as the Doctor adjusted the clamp and the thing up his bottom. The doctor turned to the machine. "Yowwch...!!" Timmy cried. Without warning Timmy felt a sudden jolt in his crotch area. He squeaked uncontrollably as his hips bucked wildly. It didn't actually hurt but several more jolts made him jump uncontrollably. The doctor pressed a button and a print out issued form the machine. The doctor studied it intently. He gave Timmy one more jolt and turned the machine off. He gently and carefully and withdrew the Tee piece from Timmy's bottom and unclamped the clip. "There we are! All over now," said the doctor. As he patted his head and lifted Timmy down from the couch and allowed him to put his knickers back on. "Run along now," said the doctor and patted his bottom. "I must talk with your parents." Timmy, mightily subdued and horrified at his ordeal, his bottom still stinging from the intrusion, waited outside of the surgery for his parents to finish speaking with the doctor. Eventually they came out looking serious. His mother smiled at him and ruffled his hair. Timmy had an idea she knew what he had been through. Luckily he had seemed to convince the doctor and his mother explained what the doctor had told them. The machine was a special machine that could test his internal well being and he had shown as being perfectly all right. But, they explained, he had lost his memory and that it would slowly come back but they couldn't say when. Timmy was pleased. His little ruse had worked, but he was shocked at what had gone on in the doctors. Back to the cottage On the way home back to their holiday cottage Timmy watched out of the window of the electric car. It occurred to him that he must learn as much about his new environment as much as possible. He had no idea how he could when he could get back to the cave to try and get back to his previous existence. 'When we go to the beach tomorrow I'll go to the cave and see if I can get back,' he thought to himself, 'well, at least it is some sort of plan!' From what he could see the houses and people were much the same as he was used to. The shops tended to be much smaller and much more amateurish with painted signs and not very well lit. There didn't seem to be any large supermarket type shops and there was much less traffic. There were quite a lot of people on the street. He noticed some young mums with a couple of children in tow. Some had old- fashioned push-chairs rather than the kid's buggy that he was used to. Some of the children had old-fashioned reins on. There was public transport that was like trams and these seemed to be full of people. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening and a lot of the shops at this seaside town were shutting. He got the impression that everything was rather old fashioned. His new parents had explained to him that the doctor did not find anything wrong with him other than his amnesia. They explained that this could be short term or quite long term. They were very sympathetic to him and they both emphasised that he was their little girl and they would do their best to help him through his amnesia. Timmy felt that he had got away with it. He could legitimately say he had forgotten things and they wouldn't suspect his real secret. Now he could concentrate on how he was going to get back to his previous universe. "When we get back, Julie, I think you need to jump into a bath and then straight to bed," said his mother. Timmy didn't mind. He was already feeling tired and this would give him an opportunity to take stock of his new surroundings and situation. One thing that he was desperate to find out is what he had in between his legs. He had only had a short look and he was extremely curious. What he couldn't figure out was that if he had a penis no matter how small and was regarded as female what did the so-called males have. Most of the boy girls on the beach had worn baggy type swimming costumes and he couldn't tell if there was a boyish bulge or a girlish crotch. His mother un-strapped him and he went into the familiar cottage. The cottage that he was staying at was exactly the same as he had been used to in the old dimension. One or two things had changed but mostly the d?cor and furnishing was the same as it was in his previous universe. His mother ran a bath for him in the little cottage bathroom. "Get undressed in your bedroom," said his mother as she busied herself getting his bath ready. "When you have finished come down for your supper." Timmy went into his bedroom. There was a full length mirror on the wardrobe, and as he undressed could see himself for the first time. He saw a 'female' version of himself with long hair bunched into a ponytail. He was quite surprised, he hadn't even noticed he had got long hair. The yellow sundress looked even more childish than he thought. The bodice was quite tight and had a little bunny motif on the front. His first though was to find a dressing gown or something so that he could put it on when he had got undressed. He looked in the wardrobe to see he could find one, but all that confronted him was more dresses hanging up. There was nothing on the back of the door either. He noticed a laundry basket by the little dressing table. The thought suddenly occurred to him. Where had the person that he was occupying gone? Where had the little girl, with the clothes that he was wearing disappeared to? Somehow he knew in his mind it wasn't like that. He had come into this existence by him being there. The realities had changed but somehow he had retained memories of the previous reality. He curiously opened the laundry basket. With his heart beating hard he reached in and pulled out one of the pairs of knickers that were in there. These knickers had been obviously worn by him previous to him becoming aware of the new reality. They seemed very childish with little bows and frills around the elasticated legs. He gave them a little sniff. There was a faint smell of talcum powder. "Are you ready darling," sang out his mother from the bathroom. He started as she called him and quickly tried to get the dress off. It wasn't until he realised he had to undo the buttons at the back did he make any headway. He laid the dress on the bed leaving him dressed in his knickers and white socks. Curiously he pulled down his knickers to further inspect himself further. "Are you all right pet lamb?" Timmy looked up startled by his mother coming back into the room. "Err... y-yes mummy," he said, "errr... I can't find my dressing gown." "Oh we didn't bring one darling, you obviously don't remember," she said sympathetically, "it's nice and warm, scoot into the bathroom there's a good girl." She obviously intended for him to walk naked into the bathroom. He was feeling extremely embarrassed. On the previous universe his mother hadn't seen him naked since he was eight. He slowly slipped off his socks as his mother turned the bedclothes for him. "Come on don't dawdle," she said with a smile and Timmy at last pulled off his knickers and stood naked in front of her. She hardly seemed to notice as it was obviously a normal thing for her. She had pulled out a girl's nightie from under the pillow. Timmy realised that it was going to be another childish garment that he would have to wear. With dread he could see it was some kind of pink shortie nightie with a matching pair of bloomers. "Come on off you go," his new mother said and lightly patted him on the bottom. He hastily scooted across the landing feeling strange to be naked and straight into the bath. He lay back and relaxed for a while; he was amazed at how like the bathroom was in his previous world. The towels and the faint soapy smell was exactly the same. Presently his new mother came in. "Come on, you must at least wash your grubby bits," she smiled down at him tenderly. By now Timmy had given up trying to hide his private parts and helplessly he allowed her to see his nudity. "Here... I'll help you," she said; she knelt down beside the bath and reached for the soap and flannel. Timmy submitted to her washing him. To his astonishment she even made a childish game when it came to washing him in between the legs. "Here comes the ducky to peck off your tiggler," she said cheerfully and her hand dived in between his legs. Timmy couldn't help jumping and drawing his knees up with a splash, but it was too late as her insistent fingers gently tickled his private area. He wanted to protest but he certainly didn't want to upset her so he just giggled coquettishly and pretended to enter into the fun. It seemed that this type of behaviour seemed to be perfectly acceptable in this strange new world was probably going to happen much more. One thing, however, despite her ministrations, he was beginning to enjoy was her obvious love and affection for him. It was indeed a new experience for him. He was almost jealous of the little girl that he had become. For a fleeting moment he thought it was almost worth putting up with this childish behaviour just so he could experience his parents obvious love. After bringing in his nightie for him to get into she at last left him alone to 'play' in the bath as she put it. Timmy relaxed and took the opportunity to have a very good look at his privates. He found that he had a tiny penis like appendage, even smaller than a baby's. His scrotum and testicles seemed to be tighter against his body, but as far as he could see everything was just much smaller. He ran his fingers down the groove that separated his testicles. He seemed to be much more sensitive there but there was no sign of a girlish opening. 'How on earth did they have babies in this place?' he thought to himself. He had already seen pregnant feminine women on his journey home. That means that if he was classed as a feminine girl when he grew up he could have babies too. Puzzled and tired after his eventful day Timmy gave up trying to think it through. He sighed, it was difficult getting to grips with this new universe. He must get back to the beach first thing in the morning to see if he could get back to his own world. He finally got out of the bath and towelled himself off. He picked up his nightie. Somehow he knew what it was going to be like. He glumly pulled on the frilly bloomers and the flouncy little nightie top. He felt absolutely ridiculous with the silly nightwear. The nightie part only came down to crotch level showing the full cut bloomers. The material was almost see through. It felt strange as the elasticised bloomers tugged at his crotch. 'Still,' he comforted himself with the thought, 'I'll get back to my old world tomorrow.' His mother had heard him get out of the bath and had come up. "Come down and have some supper darling," she said, "and then it's beddy byes for you." Timmy enjoyed the wholesome supper. He got over his embarrassment at sitting up to the table in his little nightie. Both his new mother and father were obviously still very concerned about his so-called loss of memory. After a light supper his mother could see that he was very tired and after giving his new dad a kiss good night his mother lead him up to his bed. He was perplexed at the way his father had affectionately squeezed his bottom. His father had kissed him full on the lips and slid his large hand up under his bloomers and gently patted and squeezed his bottom. It was obviously a normal thing as his mother didn't seem to mind at all. "Night-night my darling," she said as she tucked him in. "Home again tomorrow back to you own bedroom soon." He lay for a moment or two while what she said sunk in. "You mean... that this is our last day here?" "Yes darling, didn't you realise? We'll be going home first thing tomorrow." "But I've got to go back to the beach...!" Timmy burst out aghast that he may not be able to get back. "Don't be silly darling we are leaving first thing," and his mother as she switched out the light. Timmy lay reflecting on the days events. Who had he become? Was he able to get back to his previous existence? Did he want to? Home again The next day Timmy woke up just as the sunlight was streaming into his room. He could hear a lot of bustling about as his new mother and father were getting ready to leave. His mother quickly and unceremoniously dressed him in knickers and vest and a little skirt and blouse. It was obvious by the manner in which his new mother dressed him that it was a normal everyday occurrence. The journey home was rather quite different. They all got into the car and drove to a railway station. There they transferred to an ancient looking steam railway that Timmy was fascinated with. The train chuffed out of the station to arrive at their destination just after lunch. A further taxi ride took them to his familiar street and he was home. It was the same house that he had lived in but everything was just slightly different. His bedroom of course was very obviously a little girls room with pictures of pony's and fairies on the wall. Lots of girlish books adorned the shelves as well as several dolls and a beautiful doll's house. He went out into the back garden and his eyes opened wide in surprise. In his previous universe the back garden had been a rather meagre little patch that was overlooked by the surrounding houses. Now it was huge! A lawn stretched away down a terrace and some steps leading down. Mature beds and shrubs surrounded the lawn. He explored the garden with interest. He momentarily forgot his predicament as he explored the beautiful grounds. Everything seemed so real and somehow solid. It was as if his previous life had never existed. His mother had obviously done the washing as soon as she had got home as she was hanging out there a line of washing to dry on a washing line. He looked at the clothes with interest. There was a row of little girl's knickers and vests, some skirts and dresses as well as some sweet little anklets. They were obviously his clothes, he stirred with embarrassment at seeing them. On the one hand he was fascinated with these little girls fripperies but on the other was the constant thought that they were for actually for him. He looked with interest at the other clothes on the line. There was some masculine underwear which was obviously his new father's and some rather large full feminine knickers that must be his new mother's. He had realised that everything seemed to be the other way around in this new universe, and so his 'mother' must be the same as him, particularly in between the legs. He explored the garden further until he heard his mother calling him. "I've got a surprise for you," she called out gaily. Timmy cantered up the garden, he still enjoyed his mother's obvious doting on him. His mother was calling him from the terrace and as he got nearer he could see she had someone with her who was hiding behind a big bush. "Tadaaaa!" said the person. Timmy stopped short as he confronted a gorgeously cute little girl. Although she looked and dressed much younger, she was about the same height as Timmy and he realised she was probably the same age. She had baby blue eyes and rounded babyish cheeks that made her look younger. She had shoulder length hair cut in a fringe. Her cute little pug nose emphasised the cheeky grin on her face. Although the girl looked to Timmy as to be much younger than him he realised that as he had been dressed by his mother that morning he probably looked much younger too. She was wearing a pair of rather tight and very short bib front shorts with a cute little duck motif on the bib front. Bright red t-bar sandals adorned her feet with long white socks with a little frill at the top, she had a little blouse on with short puffy sleeves. Although the shorts were quite tight, they were of a soft loose material. It had the effect of clinging and clearly outlining her crotch. Timmy's curiosity dropped his eyes to see if he was the same as him. The tiny bulge in between Daisy's legs showed that he or she was clearly just like Timmy down there. "You haven't forgotten your best friend have you?" his mother said with a tinge of anxiety. "Errr..." Timmy started a little overwhelmed by her. "It's Daisy your very best friend," said his mother rescuing him from his discomfort. "Hi Daisy," Timmy said. "I'll leave you two to catch up, with what has been happening," said Timmy's mother rather anxiously looking at them. She could see that Timmy obviously had no idea who Daisy was. Daisy was very interested in Timmy's condition. She had obviously heard about his recent loss of memory and asked lots of questions. She was a bright little thing and Timmy quickly grew to like her. Despite her soppy appearance she was a lively little girl-boy. She soon got bored with questioning Timmy about his loss of memory and decided that a game of tag would be fun. Timmy wasn't used to dealing with this determined little girl-boy and reluctantly agreed. He actually quite enjoyed himself and made a game effort to catch Daisy. They fell over in a giggling heap on the flowerbed. Timmy took the opportunity to accidentally grab her in the crotch to see what he could feel in between her legs. He felt what was obviously a little appendage and it was evident that Daisy was just the same as him down there. Daisy thankfully seemed to be totally innocent of his touching her intimate area. "Is your gardener about?" said Daisy with wry little grin, "We might end up in his shed again," she giggled mysteriously. "Why? What happened?" "Well your Mummy said you'll get a KDS if she catches you messing the flower beds up, so when 'old meanie' - that's our name for your grumpy old gardener - caught us, we could either go to his shed, or he would tell your mummy to give you a KDS" "What's a KDS?" Timmy said anxiously, he had no idea what she was talking about. "A KDS 'Knickers Down Spanking'," Daisy chortled, "don't you remember?" Timmy had no wish to risk a spanking from his new mother nor did he want to go to the gardener's shed, what ever that meant. "What did the gardener do to us in his shed?" "I think it's just as well you don't remember that episode?" Daisy giggled a little wickedly, her eyes sparkling mysteriously. "He made us do naughty things and even did some naughty things to us!" Timmy was nonplussed. What sort of naughty things? He was soon to find out. Suddenly a harsh voice boomed out. "What have you done to my flower bed?" Timmy and Daisy sat up startled to see an oldish grey haired man woman bearing down on them. "What have I told you before," he or she said indignantly. He was obviously the gardener and was extremely cross that the two little boy-girls had rolled across the flowerbed. "Do you want me to tell your mummy how naughty you were and she'll give you a spank?" the gardener asked. "Please don't," gasped Timmy. He had no idea what his new mother would do or think about his misdemeanour. Old 'meanie' was dressed in old rough corduroys and a bulky jacket. She smirked at them and suddenly strong hands darted out and held them both by the shoulder. "If you don't want me to tell your mother what naughty little girls you are you can both come and be nice to me in my shed," she said as Timmy looked at her nervously. Neither of them moved shocked at her sudden appearance. Timmy felt himself being stood up and purposefully being lead to the shed. Daisy seemed to know what to expect and didn't seem to be at all apprehensive, in fact she had a gleeful little smirk on her face. The old man-woman marched them both into the old potting shed. He settled himself in an ancient smelly armchair and looked slyly at them both. "Now who's first," he said, "I think you'll do." He grabbed Timmy and sat him down on his bony old knee. In doing so Timmy found his little sundress had ridden up exposing his knickers. Timmy was particularly embarrassed as his new mother had chosen a particularly childish pair of knickers with a little girl cartoon imprinted on them. "My what pretty little knickers," the gardener crooned and Timmy gasped as the strong fingers stroked the cartoon on his knickers. He tried to pull his skirt down but the man-women wouldn't have it. Timmy realised that with the new role reversal this was now the equivalent of a dirty old man. "Such pretty knickers for a little girl... do you think you could show them to me," he purred. Timmy wanted to get away from this horrible old woman, but he realised that he would risk a spanking from his new mother, besides, this had obviously happened to them before. He looked over at Daisy. She had a little smirk on her face. Timmy realised that she obviously didn't seem to think this was so bad and she would probably enjoy what the old man-woman had in store for her! "You don't want me to tell your mummies how you were naughty little girls do you?" the gardener said with a malicious grin. There was nothing for it. He would have to co-operate with this horrible old woman. He relaxed his legs and allowed the mannish women to pull his dress up and expose his knickers fully. He felt embarrassed especially in front of Daisy. He looked over at her and she gave Timmy an encouraging smile. The old man women's gnarled hands stroked Timmy's bottom. He felt rather strange as his ministrations caused an odd feeling deep in his tummy. He hated what she was doing but at the same time couldn't help liking the strange feeling. "What a good little girl!" she said and, to Timmy's alarm, felt the tips of her fingers slide inside the back of his knickers. "You don't mind if I take a little peek inside do you?" she said her voice was soft but insistent. "You said only to look at my knickers!" Timmy whispered nervously. She ignored him and Timmy helplessly allowed her to slide her fingers down the back of his knickers. Her other hand did the same down the front and she tilted him over onto his back. Pretty soon the childish knickers were slid down to Timmy's ankles that were waving helplessly in the air. "Now let me see," the Gardener whispered huskily. She delicately palmed his crotch and then gently tickled him. Timmy felt the strange feeling intensify making him go weak at the knees. After what seemed ages but was probably only a minute or so she sat him up and slipped him of her knee and he was allowed to pull his knickers up. Daisy seemed to relish what was about to be done to her. Timmy shivered as he was forced to watch her ordeal. As Daisy was wearing romper shorts the old man-woman didn't bother to remove them but just made Daisy turn over onto her tummy across the old man-woman's knee. He them pulled the loose shorts to one side to expose her frilly little knickers. Daisy had squeaked rather gleefully as the women also pulled aside the knickers to expose her bared bottom. Timmy had to look away as it was too awful to watch. He heard a squeak from Daisy and couldn't help but to look again, the awful old women had probed Daisy's very intimate area and had actually pushed one of her fingers in little Daisy's private opening. This is dreadful Timmy thought. In his old world they would have locked this pervert up and thrown away the key, but here... The horrid old gardener finally finished and set Daisy down, she looked flushed, but, despite her ordeal, she still had a little grin on her face. "Let that be a lesson for you!" the man women said. "We promise we won't do it again," intoned Daisy. When they were outside to Timmy's amazement Daisy seemed completely nonchalant. "At least it got us out of a KDS," she chortled as she skipped down the garden away from the shed. "Did she hurt you?" said Timmy amazed at her attitude. "No, of course not," Daisy seemed surprised at his question. She seemed to think nothing of it. She wriggled her cute little bottom almost in relish at what had been done to her. "I suppose that has happened before has it? Timmy asked her. "Don't you remember?" said Daisy suddenly concerned, for her friend. Timmy shook his head. She cocked her head. "Hmmm... it must be the third time... no I think it's the forth!" she finished triumphantly. Timmy ruefully trotted back to the house. Even his back garden wasn't safe. They played together until it was time for Daisy to go home. Sleepover with Daisy "Pet -lamb, Daisy has asked you for a sleepover," said his mother the next morning. "She didn't say anything yesterday because she thought that you may not be up to it with your loss of memory, but I think it would do you good. Would you like to go?" "Err... yes," said Timmy. He had been gazing out of the window trying to think of how he could get back to his old existence. He had thought of running away back to the seaside but that was going to be hard. He didn't have a clue how to even use public transport in the place, beside he had no money. But, for now, despite Daisy being a girl-boy, he had really enjoyed her company. A sleep-over would be fun. "Well we will have to pack a case for you," his new mother smiled. She was pleased with Timmy as he seemed to be getting much better. He had even left his bread crusts at breakfast and she had to talk sharply to him to eat them. That was more like the usual Julie she thought. "Daisy's Mummy says that it's best if you take some 'pippa knickers', just in case," she said with a wry smile. "You know how excited you get and we wouldn't want any accidents now would we?" Timmy stared at her as he hadn't a clue what she was on about but he would probably know soon enough. This new existence was so difficult, it appeared that he almost had to question everything. He let this one go. His Mother was chatting away as she put clothes and a nightie into a little overnight bag. Apparently he would be picked up by Daisy and her dad this afternoon and would stay the night and be back tomorrow. Timmy couldn't help himself but he grew quite excited. He had not experienced anyone else apart from his own parents in this new existence and it would be interesting to see how Daisy lived. Would it indeed be any different to the way Timmy lived? Up until now it had been an ordinary kid's life except that his mother treated him like a eight year old and he had started to behave like one as well. He ruefully remembered the crusts incident at the table. It was the first time that his new mother had said a cross word and he had been surprised. Finally the time came and Daisy's dad drew up to their house, and after kissing his Mummy goodbye they set off. He sat with Daisy on the booster seats in the back of the car and, like before, they were both strapped in by Daisy's dad. The strap had been too tight for him and Daisy's dad had had to adjust it. Timmy had been surprised when he had 'tested' it by putting his fingers behind the strap that went down in between his legs. Especially as his fingers seemed to 'accidentally' brush against the little bulge in Timmy's knickers. He thought no more about it as he chatted to Daisy on the way to her house. When they got there, Timmy was relieved to find it was a very ordinary kind of house and they seemed to be more or less the same kind of family that Timmy now found he had. He hadn't realised that Daisy had a younger sister. Apparently she was eight but in this new existence she seemed to be much more childish. Her name was Angela. Daisy excitedly showed him her house and where they were going to sleep. She had a double bed in her bedroom and apparently they were going to sleep together. Timmy was slightly uncomfortable. He realised he would have to get undressed in front of Daisy and he wasn't sure how he would feel about this. Since coming to this new existence he had got used to his new mother and father seeing him naked and as neither of them seemed to turn a hair, Timmy found it quite liberating. Sometimes his new dad would have a bit of a rough-and-tumble with him, and more than once, when he was getting into his nightie his father had pretended he was hungry and wanted a bite out of Timmy's plump little bottom. Timmy had almost delightedly squealed for help from his mother as his father grabbed him and put him across his knee and playfully pretended to sink his teeth into Timmy's bared bottom. His mother would pretend to reprimand his father but it was obvious that she was entering into the fun. However, it was different in a strange house with his new found friend. He decided he would follow her example and to see what happened. Daisy was such an exuberant little thing he would have no trouble in letting her take the lead. "I know," said Daisy after Timmy had settled in, and put his bags in her bedroom, "would you like to play ponies? We have got a new set and we have got the little trap as well, my sister got it for her birthday." She said all of this in her usual way, assuming as always it would be obvious to Timmy what she was talking about. Once again Timmy had no idea what a pony set was and what was a trap? By the time he was ready to answer Daisy was off calling out to her mother that she was going to play Ponies. "Make sure you include your sister," she said, "I don't want you to leave her out of your games." "Oh all right," said Daisy and made a face at Timmy, it was obvious she had the usual big sister, kid sister, relationship. "I'll help you get the set down," said her mother. It turned out that the little girls in this new existence liked ponies and even liked pretending to be one. The pony 'set' in fact was a kind of costume that the girls could dress in and pretend to be a pony. The 'trap' was a little cart that the pretend 'ponies' could pull along. Both Daisy and Angela wanted to be ponies so Timmy was to be the 'princess' that would be pulled along in the little cart. Her mother bought the set into the big comfy sitting room and Timmy watched with interest as the girls put on the pony outfit. It consisted of a hat with a couple of ears sticking up. The hat also had a bridle arrangement that was like a chin strap with another strap that was supposed to be the bit. This was made of a kind of plastic that had a piece that you had to bite on. There was also a kind of belt you had to wear that had another strap hanging down from the back. Attached to this strap were another large ring and also a 'tail'. They were also some knee pads so that the girls could crawl with out getting banged knees. There were some pretty ribbons that attached to the 'Bridle' were that Timmy assumed were the pretend reins. Daisy helped Angela put her belt on and eventually the two girls were on all fours excitedly making various pony noises. The bit in their mouths made it almost impossible for them to make themselves understood anyway. Daisy's Mother came in to the play room and smiled at the girls. She quickly realised that Timmy didn't know what was going on. Daisy and Angela were already having fun prancing about making little pony noises, so she kindly explained to Timmy what he was supposed to do. "First you have to catch the pony and put on the reins. Then you attach the cart and they have to take you for a ride by pulling you in the cart." "Look I'll show you." She quickly grabbed Angela who was crawling about and attached the ribbon reins to some rings on either side of her face. "Now you bring the reins underneath and thread it through the tail ring." She passed the reins through the little girl's legs. Angela was pretending to struggle. "There ... There little pony, no need to worry," she said in a baby voice as she started to thread the reins through the ring that was hanging down from the tail strap. Angela made a lot of pony noises and shook her head vigorously. "Do you want it through your knickers, little pony?" she smiled, and this time Angela nodded her head. "The girls like to pass the reins through their knickers as it's more fun that way, and it keeps their skirts out of the way," she explained to Timmy. Angela wasn't wearing a skirt, she was wearing a kind of loose babyish shorts with elasticated legs just like the bottom half of a pair of rompers. Timmy watched in part embarrassment and part amazement as Daisy's mother passed the reins down inside Angela's knickers and out either side of the crotch and then through the tail ring. She passed the reins to Timmy. "There, that's one of the ponies done: it's a tug on both to stop; two tugs to go; and a tug on the left to go left; and a tug on the right to go right and so on." She handed Timmy a long piece of foam rubber that had been in the box. "If she's naughty, a tap with this will put her right!" and she gave Angela a sharp tap on the rump with the foam rubber stick. The little girl-boy made an appropriate "whinny," in response to the tap with the foam rubber stick. "If she's really naughty you give her a tap up here," she said and Timmy was aghast as Daisy's Mother brought the stick up sharply in between Angela's legs. Angela jumped involuntarily and gave a bit of a feeble whinny. Timmy got the feeling that it probably stung a bit. Timmy had always been taught that it was dangerous to do that to a boy but he supposed that in this strange world boys and girls were built rather differently. "Now you put on Daisy's reins and harness them up to the Pony Trap," she smiled encouragingly to Timmy and went out of the room. Timmy was glad she had left, as he was almost embarrassed at what he was about to do, he had never had the opportunity in his old life to delve down a girl's knickers before and the thought made him a little bit excited. He even had that pleasant strange feeling he got when he was being touched by the gardener. He tied Angela's reins to a chair and went to catch Daisy who was taking great delight in prancing about and being difficult to catch. Eventually Timmy caught her and attached her reins to the bridal bit. He rolled her on her back and flipped her little skirt up. She was wearing little cotton knickers with a little pink heart printed over the crotch. She looked up at him expectantly and gave a little whinny. He gingerly pulled the waistband of the knickers down and threaded the reins down and out through the crotch. He couldn't help touching her down there and she grinned cheekily at him. She obviously was enjoying what he was doing. Timmy actually thoroughly enjoyed the game and entered into the spirit. He at last got them harnessed to the little trap. He made them go all around the big house much to the amusement of Daisy's mother and father. The girl's would pretend to disobey and he would give them a sharp tap with the stick. If they didn't go fast enough he would snap the stick up in between their legs. It became his turn to be a pony and Daisy harnessed him up to the little trap with Angela. Just as Angela had done for him he pretended to be difficult to catch so that Daisy had to chase him to catch him. Just at that moment Daisy's father came in to get something. "Oh Daddy can you help me catch the pony?" Daisy asked her father, as she gleefully struggled with the wriggling Timmy. With a broad grin Daisy's dad quickly caught Timmy and picked him up by sliding his hand in between his legs. Timmy was surprised and a little uncomfortable especially as Daisies dad's hand cupped the little mound in-between his legs. He dumped Timmy on his back on the sofa and to Timmy's astonishment proceeded to purposefully strip down his knickers. With great delight, Daisy gleefully threaded the reins through his knickers while her Dad held the struggling Timmy. When Daisy had threaded the reins through the knickers around Timmy's knees. With the, by now, usual accidental touching of his groin area Daisy's dad pulled up Timmy's knickers. Timmy was a bit disconcerted it seemed a bit odd that Daisy's dad should do what he did. Thankfully he let him go and Timmy now