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Reality and the Ring By Cleo Kraft My Uncle's collection of old junk in his attic included a few odd trinkets and rare artifacts of mysterious origin. Of these were a series of rings in small velvet ring boxes packed one on top of the other and side by side inside a large oaken jewelry box. There were a few hastily written notes on a tattered old document inside, including how to remove one of these rings should it become stuck on your finger. Each ring was magic and could change the wearer into another person and as it turned out each ring I tried always changed me from a boy into a girl. Sometimes into a little girl, sometimes into a grown woman but always a girl and always a specific girl for each ring. Now as I did not start out in life female it was especially interesting to try out each and every ring and experience life as I had never imagined possible before finding these rings. Even now as I write this in my journal I'm wearing one of those magic rings and writing this with female hands. I'm a little girl at the moment. About five or six years of age and the shortest of all models of all my rings. I find that being little like this suits me best for times when I want to sneak off to some hiding place or another where no one can find me, like this comfy little corner in my Uncle's attic where only a child of my size could manage to squeeze through between the tall stacks of crates and boxes and crawl under tables and chairs to get to my secret hiding place. I'm writing by candle light though I also have a flashlight with me in my little brown cloth rucksack. I only dare keep one ring at a time away from my Uncle's collection for fear he might discover them missing. Though he seldom ventures up here in the attic with his busy schedule working on cars all the time down at the shop or even in his garage downstairs. The rings are so amazing, I'm starting to wonder if he even realizes he has them. He may not have even bothered to open the jewelry box containing them. It's after eleven P.M. and my aunt is downstairs reading a book while my Uncle is most likely dozed off in front of the television set by now. They both think I've taken a trip to the big city but I only got as far as an old dirt turn off half a mile down the main two lane highway. I got a flat and decided to come back here and spend the rest of this Friday evening and perhaps even the remainder of the weekend with my ring. I've never actually spent a full weekend as a girl before. One day and night tops but never all the way through to Monday morning. As it's after dark now I will not be able to change back to my normal male self until tomorrow. The rings only may be removed if warmed sufficiently by sunlight. Otherwise they remain stuck on the wearer's finger in order to keep the wearer in a given form. Tomorrow is supposed to be overcast so I may not get many chances to change back anyway unless I get lucky and the clouds open a little for me. At any rate this form seems to suit me well. I sat down my pen and notebook and yawned a great big yawn and took another look at my magic ring upon my finger. It was a simple silver ring with a tiny pink gemstone made of coral or some other pretty pink rock. There were even tinier stones imbedded along the outer ring, and these were mostly translucent milky white though a few were pink inside. The translucent stones would change from a white color to a vibrant shade of pink. These were the meter-stones and from what I've read from the notes that were in the ring boxes it seems that once all the meter-stones change to pink, the transformation is no longer reversible. Every few hours or so another meter-stone changes from white to pink, indicating to me that there must be some sort of timer counting down to zero in my ring. The meter-stones also fill up with pink based on different events around me or perhaps even by my own actions or thoughts. I once concentrated for five minutes on saying the phrase "I love being a girl" over and over again and that changed a couple of my meter-stones to pink. One time with another ring I wore I changed into a grown woman and actually went out in public that way. A guy gave me a pick up line that time that made me blush and five of those little meter-stones lit up like tiny little Christmas trees. So I learned to be careful and that's partly why I'm a little girl and hiding out up here in the attic like this right now. In this form I have more control of the meters and the ring doesn't just arbitrarily increase the meters based on too many outside events like how it reacts in the more mature models. I had my little hide out all setup for the night. A small mattress on the floor was already laid out with sheets and blankets and pillows, and it was getting awfully hard to stay awake so I crawled in under the covers and dozed off to sleep. ___-----___ I woke up to the gentle sound of rainfall pitter-pattering on the eaves high above the rafters over my head. I was still a little girl and wearing the same pretty white cotton play dress and matching white tights and panties that the ring crafted for me out of my old clothes during my transformation into this body. My pair of shiny black flats lay on the floor just inches away from my nose as I lay there on my tummy, gazing forward at the maze of obstacles towering all around my hiding place. My arms were at my side and in my sleep my hands somehow managed to get themselves pressed flat under my thighs, palms face down on the mattress, and were a bit tingly from having the circulation cut off. I pulled my hands out and shook them awake and then glanced at my ring again. Five more meter-stones had turned pink during my sleep. This seemed a little excessive because normally only two or three at the most turn pink during rest for me. There were still nearly twenty more meter-stones unaffected so far but the rain beating strongly down on the roof right now was starting to really make me nervous. I had a battery powered clock radio setup on the floor nearby. It was just before noon and that meant I had slept in a little. At least that explained the extra meter-stones but now my attention turned back to the rain. It was coming down steady outside and the wind sounded a bit mean. I turned on the radio. "....inches rain predicted for tomorrow and Sunday. Looks like another storm moving in off the coast will hit us Monday and be with us until about Wednesday or Thursday. On Thursday expect partly cloudy skies with a chance for light rain along the coastal areas. This should all clear up, though, by next weekend. And now back to Bob with traffic-" I shut the radio off and just lay still for awhile on my stomach which was feeling a little queasy all of a sudden. It was only supposed to be overcast today. The weather man was wrong and it looked like I was in serious trouble. The ring could only change me back if it was sufficiently warmed in strong sunlight, and from the sound of that storm out there and the forecast I'd just heard, it looked like I'd be stuck as a little girl at least until the middle of next week. That wasn't good because I had only so many meter-stones and at the current rate I'd be cutting it awfully close if I had to wait all the way until Tuesday, let alone Wednesday or Thursday. I'd almost certainly be stuck a little girl for good if I waited that long before getting this darn ring unstuck from my finger again. I tugged at the ring. I didn't budge an inch and never had before until after I gave it a good long sun bath. I wonder what my Uncle would say if I told him his nephew was now permanently his niece. I didn't want him to know I'd been fooling around with his magic rings so telling him about this was going to have to be a last resort. I knew I'd have to try all my other options first before revealing my secret to anyone in the family. My cousin, Alexia's old diaries were up here in the attic someplace. I read through a few volumes once out of curiosity and found it interesting following the everyday life story of a little girl growing up into her teenage years. So I knew a little bit about what to expect if I got stuck this way and couldn't change back. Those diaries would prove to be quite handy guidebooks for me if I did get stuck but despite the bad weather I was determined not to be stuck this way too much longer if I could avoid it. This little girl body had proven to be one of my personal favorites because it was so much more relaxing this way totally stripped of a sex drive and the cravings and ambitions and desires that went along with it. I was able to get more reading and writing done up here in the attic like this and the body, though small and undeveloped and quite young, was comfortable for living in and a lot more easy to keep fed than my old male body, which ate like a starving pig sometimes and had a pot belly to prove it. I sat up and dug my hand in a cereal box beside the bed and pulled out a tiny handful of Cookie Crumbles and plopped them in my mouth one at a time and chewed thoughtfully as I pondered over my problem. Though I did enjoy being a girl no matter which magic ring I tried, I had absolutely no intentions nor desire of biting the bullet and accepting a purely female future in store for me. I had no attraction towards boys and though in an older model girl there was a hint of curiosity there in me, and some perplexing new feelings and emotions thanks to my then raging female hormones, I strongly denied whatever natural attraction towards boys that comes with being a girl. The rain kept pouring outside and off in the distant hills roared the sound of thunder cascading out over the lake and across the valley. I munched on a few more Cookie Crumbles and set the box aside and brushed the crumbs off myself as I rolled back over on my tummy and lay there on my bed with my chin propped up upon a pillow. The rain drops were quite soothing and relaxed my fears as I just lay there on the brink of napping and enjoyed the sounds of the rain and the gentle creaking of the rafters above and the smooth howling whispers of the wind. After a little nap I woke up refreshed and wide awake once more. I sat up and glanced at my ring. Thankfully no more meter-stones had filled up during that nap. My dress was a bit wrinkled from having slept in it and it was also a bit dirty and dusty from my crawling about in the attic like this last night. Normally all it took was for me to remove the ring and don it again and the magic would create for me a brand new set of girls clothes but with the rain flooding the whole neighborhood out there I'd be out of luck with that option for awhile. I stood up and reached up under my dress and found the top of my tights and pulled them down my legs and off my feet one by one and left my tights in a crumpled ball on the floor, and kicked them under a tall dark oak dresser in the corner where I'd never find them again. Just seeing my little bare feet the way they were sent shivers up and down my spine for there was a good chance that this might be a normal sight from now on. Tiny little toes. Tiny little girl's toes and feet so pale with smooth milky white skin, the same skin all over the rest of my little body, that it all seemed so impossible, and would be if it weren't for that ring. I dug around in some old clothes boxes for something to wear and the best thing I could come up with was a man's red bathrobe. I stripped out of my dirty dress and wrapped the bathrobe about me. It hung ridiculously on my tiny little frame, the sleeves drooping over my wrists and dragging on the floor as I wrapped the cloth belt about my waist and paced back and forth a few times to test out my new outfit. I plopped back down on the mattress on the floor and sat there in deep thought for a moment, wondering how my Aunt and Uncle would raise me, that is if they decided to keep me at all and not send me off to some boarding school or something. They were an older couple and both retired in their fifties a few years ago and all their own children had already grown up and moved out and started families of their own. A little girl right now would probably be too much of a strain on my poor Aunt and Uncle no matter how well disciplined I'd like to believe my mind is when I'm in this form. If I get enough sugar in me I go absolutely hyper in this body. I try to be careful about that but sometimes I just can't help it. The energy is there to burn and I feel a rush of power bursting through me as I run about and play, sometimes getting so lost and caught up in the moment that I almost forget I'm really an adult inside. That's when my old self, Alex, gets set aside and I become Nina - that's the name etched in tiny white silver letters on the inside of the ring anyway. Though Nina sounds more like a dark haired girl, at least that's the color of the hair of the only Nina I'd ever met before. Anyhow this Nina that I become has blonde hair and little shy blue eyes that dart about with a wild look in them as the sugar energy overtakes her. I feel a little of that right now though I didn't eat all that much cereal before my nap. Still, the energy's bubbling up inside and it probably won't be too long before I need to have a little jog around the attic to get this out of my system. With the storm as loud as it's growing outside I'm sure I can do this without disturbing my relatives in the house below and revealing my presence. I stood and undid the bathrobe and let it fall off me. It was way too big anyhow. I picked up my dirty dress and put that back on instead. Might as well since there really wasn't anything suitable to wear right now. When I first tried on these magic rings I was a bit hesitant to go around, even in private, wearing a dress or a skirt or anything too girly but as I kept experimenting with the rings I discovered how pretty I looked and how comfortable it could feel to wear a dress, and before long it was just natural instinct, at least while in girl form. Though at times when I realize I'm dressed that way and get a good look at myself it does tend to make me feel a bit weird. Just like right now for instance. Though that meter-stone which I noticed just blinked on in the corner of my eye should have attracted my full attention. Instead I find my eyes transfixed downward at my wrinkled white cotton dress and my hands pressing it there upon the front of my thighs so I can more easily gaze at my impossible little girl legs peeking out from underneath. Not eyes set upon my girl flesh with any hint of lust or longing for my eyes still are very much attracted to adult women. Not eyes dazed into forced acceptance that this sight I'm seeing is really me and possibly for the rest of my life, no, but eyes still occasionally unused to such an improbable sight. Eyes open wide in wonder that these tiny little legs are my own. That this is my reality, even if for the time being, that this is me. A girl. A child. An angel. I lifted my hands away from my thighs and crawled through my little secret passageway of furniture and boxes until I reached the center walkway. I jogged lightly on tiptoe at first, going back and forth up and down the isle, and then as the energy in me decided it needed releasing I broke out into a full blown run. I kept this up for quite some time and then suddenly I rounded a corner and tripped over a box of yarn and tumbled into more boxes and knocked over a chair with a box of silverware in it. The noise was so loud I was sure my Aunt and Uncle had heard. Sure enough the sound of my Uncle's heavy footsteps coming up the staircase greeted me and quickened my pulse and accelerated my breathing into a panic as my heart pounded in horrible anticipation of what was about to happen. My hideout was way on the other side of the attic by the stairs. If I ran for it I might make it but I was so terrified and my legs a bit tired from all the exercise I'd just given them that I was helpless to do anything but just stand there. I looked around me but saw no good hiding places. At least not any that I could get to in time. There he was, my Uncle, a man over six feet tall but to me now he was like a huge monster, his bulky frame growing larger and larger as he thudded those big black boots of his up the rickety old staircase and into full view. He didn't see me at first. He just stood there looking around with his flashlight and even stopped momentarily to cough and dust some attic dust off his blue jeans and red and black checkered shirt. Then he turned in my direction and spotted me. I thought I was going to faint. I was so scared. He didn't seem upset at all, nor did his eyes seem to fix upon the ring on my finger or anything like that. Instead he just said in that deep and bellowing voice of his, "Hey you. What are you doing up here in my attic? Are there others or is it just you? Well? Speak up, kid. Answer me." I don't remember what excuse I came up with as I blurted out the words so fast I had no time to try and remember them all. All I know is my Uncle saw through the lie right away but made no big deal about it. As he led me downstairs to the living room I watched to see if he noticed the ring. He didn't... or if he did he pretended not to. I found it totally unreal as I sat there high on a couch in my Aunt and Uncle's front room with them sitting there across from me on an opposite love seat. "I live just down the street," I lied, trying my best to make up something, anything, to get out of this situation. "My name's Nina." I realized I used the name that was on the ring. It was the only fake name I could think of for myself at the moment. I certainly wasn't going to tell them the truth. That I was Alex, their thirty-three year old nephew who'd put on a magic ring and gotten changed into a little girl. No, I was not going to tell them that. Uncle did not seem to even twitch or react at all to the name Nina. I wondered if he even knew he had those magic rings up there at all? "Well you're not going out there in that weather, honey," my Aunt told me in that matter-of-factly and like-it-or-not-you're-stuck-here-with-us sort of way. I was asked for a phone number I couldn't provide but pretended not to remember. I was asked about a lot of things I had to make up answers for on the spot or else pretend to have forgotten. Then my Aunt started talking about here knitting, and then the cat, and before too long Uncle decided it was time to leave the room, which he did. I could hear him fumbling around in the study with his miniature train set as my Aunt continued on and on about things that had already put the poor cat, Kelly-baby, to sleep. Then, all of a sudden, there came a knock on the door. My Aunt got up and answered it and I followed her, hoping to somehow slip by and sneak outside and away from all this. There out on the porch in the driving rain was a man in a black raincoat and holding an umbrella. He was absolutely drenched. His scraggly wet bangs stuck there like spider webs pasted over his forehead. "There you are!" he said and for a moment I thought he was talking to my Aunt but then realized he was looking at me. "We've been looking all over for you, Nina. What happened? Well, you can talk about it in the car." "Is this your daughter?" my Aunt asked and the fellow nodded. The shock of what was happening was so overwhelming I didn't even hear the rest of their conversation. I had never even considered just to what extent the ring's power might bring. That the universe around me had somehow not just merely changed me into a little girl but into one with a real identity and family was just too shocking to accept right now. Had I taken another little girl's place or did the magic ring somehow create a niche for my new form and change time and space itself to reflect it? On the short car ride down the block I watched three more meter-lights blink on one right after the other on my ring. If this kept up I'd be permanently a little girl before noon tomorrow. Everything happened quickly once I arrived at my new home. No fancy welcome backs from everyone. Just a few concerned where-have-you-beens, and then quickly escorted upstairs to my room by a new older sibling of mine who helped me change out of my dirty clothes and into clean ones. She was a pretty girl. A blonde like me. She was in her mid-teens from what I could guess, and clearly she was the boss over me as she buttoned up the back of a new clean white cotton play dress and began brushing the wet tangles out of my hair from my brief trip in the rain. "Where'd you get the ring?" she asked noticing what I hoped she wouldn't notice. "You steal it? That's too fancy for a little girl. Where'd you get it?" "I found it," I said. "But I can't take it off. It's stuck." "Nonsense, let me have a look," she said and gave the ring a good tug. "You know what? You're right. That sucker is stuck on there isn't it? Well we'll try some soap and water and if that doesn't work we'll use some elbow grease until it does." The next forty-five minutes were hell for me as my sister tried and tried to get the ring off my finger but couldn't. By the time she gave up my finger was so sore I thought I was going to die but I didn't. Instead I found myself at the dinner table surrounded by my new family. It was so horrifying being stuck here like this that I wanted to scream and run away but there was nothing I could do about it at all but just sit there like the shy little girl that I was and quietly eat the meal they provided for me. By nine thirty that night the storm had broken or else we were in the eye of a hurricane because it was deathly quiet outside, and as luck would have it the storm decided to break at night time and not during the day when I could have most used a bit of good weather to warm up my ring in the sun's wonderful rays. No. Now I'd be stuck a little girl for at least one more day if not longer. I should have tried to run away that night but my child's body became tired far more easily than I'd have liked, and far more easily than I had planned for. I woke up to the sound of the storm again but quickly fell back asleep and when finally morning came it was once again quiet outside. I glanced at my ring and saw that I had only a few meter-stones left until all this was permanent. I ran to the window and pressed my face and hands against the glass as I stood on tiptoe to see outside. The sky was gray though a few clouds here and there had opened up to let in some sunshine. I hoped desperately that this would be enough to warm up my ring. I ran downstairs and down a long hall to what I thought would lead me to the front door. Instead it led me to the back door. It would have to suffice. I stood on tiptoe and flicked the lock of the sliding glass door and pulled it with a mighty pull and it opened enough for me to wedge myself through. I ran out across the cement patio and out down a garden path. All the while light sprinkles of rain fell about me. I found shelter under an apple tree by the back fence and waited and waited and hoped for a cloud to open up and warm my ring and let this nightmare be over. I must have been a sight to see all right. A little girl out in the rain in her pink pajamas, hoping and hoping the sun would come out and play. And finally it did, for the next thing I knew the clouds above me parted just enough to send a streamer of sunlight my way. The rays danced lightly through the leaves of the apple tree and a beam almost smaller than my magic ring glowed there upon the back of my hand. I held my hand high above my head to let the sun warm the magic ring. I watched a few meter-stones change from pink to white. I'd seen this happen before but not all the stones would change color. Just a few from this process. At the worst this would at least buy me more time. "Hurry up," I complained to the ring. "Slip off. Be a boy, damn you. Be a boy." "Nina, what are you doing?" I spun around and saw my big sister standing there beside me. I didn't know how long she'd been there watching and listening but whatever the case I grudgingly withdrew my hand back down and wedged it in my arm pit, covering the ring from the sun as well as from big sister. She said, "In the house before you catch a death of cold." And she grabbed me by the shoulder and escorted me back. I snuck out again a bit later when she wasn't watching. This time I stood on the side of the house by the garbage cans and huddled there in waiting as light sprinkles of rain tormented me. Finally the sun broke through again and I held my ring hand aloft and occasionally tugged the ring with the other. On a clear cloudless day the warming process takes only ten minutes or so but when it's overcast it's not too unlikely that it might take twice that or longer. Then it happened. The ring loosened and slipped right off just as it had so many times before and I was free. The change back into a man was quick if not a bit unsettling after having gotten used to being a girl for so many hours in a row. The meter-stones reset one by one before my eyes until the only pink on my ring at all was the center stone. I could change right back into a little girl now if I wanted, and sometimes I did but this time I wasn't taking any chances. I would go back to my Aunt and Uncle's house and take it easy for the rest of the day. I put the ring back in its ring box and back with the others in the collection but sure enough by the following Friday evening I went upstairs to the attic to retrieve it again but found that half the attic had been cleaned up and where once sat the box of rings there was now only an empty wooden floor. I hurried downstairs and found my Aunt sitting in the living room knitting a red sweater. "What happened to the attic?" I asked her and she glanced up from what she was doing and smiled as she adjusted her wire rimmed glasses on her nose. "You like it?" she asked. "Your Uncle cleaned up the attic the other day." "Where is all the stuff?" I asked, horribly worried I'd never see the magic rings again. "I don't know. Gave a lot of it away I suppose and threw out the rest. Saw him pack up the truck a few times and I think he took some of that old junk to the city dump. It's about time too. We were running out of space up there and I wanted him to redo a couple of the rooms downstairs anyway. Make one into a sewing room for me. The other into a sort of a pantry." "Didn't he keep any of the stuff at all?" I asked. "From the attic?" she asked and shrugged. "How should I know? He was in an awful foul mood about something though since last week. I think it was that neighborhood girl he found snooping up there. I'm pretty sure that's it. He was awfully mad about something that had gone missing and he started tearing up the place looking for it. I suggested he clean up the attic while he was doing that, and he did. I think he got the idea the little girl had stolen something of his but turns out he found it." "Might it be a box of jewelry he was looking for?" I asked. "Why yes! Yes I think that was it. Why? How ever did you know? Did he ask you?" she pondered aloud. "Um... he might have mentioned something about it I think," I lied. The pieces of the puzzle were all coming together now. Uncle hadn't noticed me wearing the ring after all when he caught me up there in the attic. But he must have thought about it later, after I'd gone, and went back to check on the ring collection. And when he found that a ring had indeed gone missing he frantically searched the attic for it. Luckily I had returned the ring back to its rightful place though I wonder if he suspects it was me all along who had taken it. Uncle wasn't too good at hiding things because he seemed to always hide stuff in the same place. His wife could easily find any hidden Christmas presents in the house within five or ten minutes of Uncle having hid it, and I was pretty sure I could find those rings again if he kept them around the house. "Where's Uncle now?" I asked. "Oh, he went to the supermarket to buy some groceries. Should be back in a little while," my Aunt replied. So while she was busy knitting in the front room and Uncle was gone shopping, I took the time to go search the house for those rings. They weren't in the hall closet - his usual spot for hiding Christmas presents and that sort of thing. Nor were the rings stashed away behind the bed in the master bedroom. Another favorite spot of his was a large wooden loft up in the garage and sure enough that is exactly where the ring boxes were. I didn't dare swipe the same ring as before, for Uncle would certainly look for that one first if he knew it had gone missing last weekend. Instead I took another of the rings and decided to put one of my Aunt's old rings in its place, just to give the illusion that nothing had gone missing. I waited until after dinner to announce I was going away for the weekend up to the family cabin by the lake. Then I packed my car and headed instead the opposite direction and drove all the way to the coast. I would take no chances this time. I wanted to be in a place that was normally nice and sunny so the beach was where I went. There were some campgrounds up in the hills not too far from shore and that's where I decided to stay for the weekend. I unpacked my camping gear, pitched a tent, and unrolled my sleeping in it and set up the rest of the camping gear pretty quickly. I climbed in the tent and zipped up the little green nylon door for privacy and then I finally slipped on the magic ring. It wasn't my favorite ring nor my most cherished girl-form but it was my next best pick and this time I'd be a full grown woman instead of a little girl, and that had its advantages too. My body tingled all over as a rush of magical air swooshed up around me like a dust devil and it disturbed the tent for a few moments, rattling it about like crazy and then I was a girl. A woman actually though not your most obvious shapely example but a skinny sort of a girl with a chest more flat than probably was ideal. Though it was a suitable design for me because I could never get used to having big breasts anyway. Not that I have anything against big breasted women, it's just that lugging those things around isn't always as fun as it looks, especially with wearing a bra and having to deal with those straps cutting into you all the time if its on too tight or a strap gets twisted around or something. But this particular girl's body I liked. She was perhaps nineteen or twenty and had a definite mature look to her face. She was about a head or so shorter than my normal male self, so not too tall at all for a woman but sort of just right. I liked being a bit short while in female form. Being short added to the fun of it I thought. I was a blonde girl again, just like the little girl model only a grown up version of her and probably not the same exact DNA as this girl's eyes were quite different to look at in the mirror. A bit of a lighter blue to them than my favorite form. Sort of cuttingly cute eyes these were, but not too cute. These held a look of quite a bit of intelligence behind them that went well with her thin angular little nose so definitely not a dumb blonde look at all. The ring had transformed or maybe even somehow magically stored away my old clothes and given me new ones more suitable for this body. I wore blue jeans, and white tennis shoes and a bright yellow short sleeved top. Not all transformation rings from male to female put me in a dress or skirt, so this was also a plus to this particular ring I thought. Though I was comfortable either way and quite used to wearing girls clothes by now after having sampled each of these magic rings at least two or three times over the past year or so. This body was also the only female body I'd ever really explored sexually while being a girl. I couldn't bring myself to explore the other bodies that way for some reason. Mainly I guess I thought the act dirtied the form somehow but as I've already dirtied this body on numerous occasions I didn't feel so bad about repeating the exercise. As I had no attraction towards boys, even while my body was in girl form, that left only one or two options for me. Either I found a woman interested in a same sex relationship or else I masturbated, and as I didn't know much how to go about attracting girls as a man, I was sure I'd be even worse at it as a woman. So that left me with just playing with myself, which was okay I guess since I had no religious reason or self imposed moral duty keeping me from performing the act. Masturbating so soon after transformation into this body wasn't an uncommon thing for me anymore. I'd gotten used to it by now but sometimes it was just enough to give my new self a hug and lay there in bed relishing just having such a nice body to live in. That's what I did now. I just lay there on top of the sleeping bag with my arms wrapped about myself and just listened gratefully to the soft, calm and contented breathing of my lungs as my chest rose and fell again and again carrying my arms up and down like a little fishing boat out in the wonderful sea. It wasn't so much that I had come to the conclusion that being female was the thing for me as that having a female body was such a pleasure in and of itself. There was no denying it that I was still very much a man inside but there was just something about being a girl that seemed to automatically delight my spirit. It felt refreshing like how taking a shower after you're all grimy and dirty feels refreshing. It was like that somehow. Not that I had anything really against being a boy, it just seemed that no matter what female body those rings made out of me that they all felt at least a little bit better than the male body I'd had before. The skin was softer for one thing but then again that's normal for any girl to have way softer skin than a guy. I think that's it though. It's the skin, not the rearrangement of my sex organs from male to female but it's most definitely the nice smooth and soft skin and how good it feels to have such nice skin all over my body. At times when I change into a girl I'll just sit there gently rubbing my hands over themselves again and again, amazed at the powerful sensation of smoothness. Or I'll slip a hand up my shirt and rub my smooth flat tummy or just leave my hand there for a bit and enjoy the idle wonders of being this way - of being a girl. If the skin didn't change, if it was just a pure change of sex organs, I don't think I'd keep putting on these magic rings, except of course for the feeling of shortness. That's fun too after being so tall all my life as a guy. I stopped hugging myself and sat up finally to remove my tennis shoes and unbutton my jeans and take them off. After I was stripped down to just my white cotton panties with silk lined crotch, and my yellow t-shirt, I crawled into my sleeping bag and dove two fingers into my pussy and right away went into a routine I knew so well in this body. Sex like this was excitingly different than as a man and though I'd have preferred a female partner for this I was still able to satisfy my body's cravings in the usual way I always did like this. This was my sex ring. I sometimes would change into this nice young woman's body out in the woods behind my Uncle's house on warm summer afternoons just for experiencing climax as a woman once more. Then after a brief nap I'd change right back into a man again. The ring that changed me into a little girl - that was different. I have never and would never in a million years explore that body sexually nor did I ever have any intentions or cravings of doing so. Not only would such a thing be clearly morally wrong but I quite simply had no sexual feelings or urgings as a little girl. There simply was no sex drive developed to maturity, and it was this I think which was also quite wonderful when being a little girl. Wonderful because I was no longer subjected to being a slave to my own body's desires or sexual needs and cravings. Wonderful because it was like a vacation from all that. And indeed after climaxing in this grown woman's body I felt like I needed to revert to my little girl form and hide away in the attic to get away from these feelings once and for all and undirty my mind from these thoughts and return once more to the simple innocence of childhood. That's why I preferred being a little girl to this. That's why even now as I was sliding my fingers in and out of my wet pussy that I longed to stop this horrible act and get away from this body - away from my adult self, and be little again and clean and pure and free from such thoughts and actions. Still, sex was oh so good. Male or female it was great and I don't dare compare one to the other because they both feel equally good to me. That's right, equally good, and I'm not at all amazed by that either. I like sex as a man but I also like it as a woman. The only thing that's changed is the way I have sex. That's all. And sure there are more orgasms as a woman but you know what? Takes longer to get them half the time whereas a man can get the act done and over with in almost no time at all if he wants and just get on with his life, than sit there wasting, what, twenty minutes or so. Oh I suppose I'm not being honest with myself. It does feel a bit better as a girl but it's also weird not having something there between the legs to grip right in your hands as you play with yourself. I sometimes grab my breast instead but even that doesn't help much with what I know I want and expect this to feel like. Or I'll pull my fingers out and grab and clutch and cup my hand over my pussy, trying to pull and prod it and get a grip on something down there but there's nothing to grip. Nothing at all really. So I plunge my fingers back inside as my mind goes crazy over wanting to grasp and hold what isn't there. That right there is why it's not so nice being a girl. You can't grab and hold your organ and clutch it firmly in your hands. Internally, yeah sex as a girl is pretty wonderful too but for all the hard work it takes to get those ten or twenty orgasms I have to conclude that it's almost not even worth it - but still all the disadvantages and advantages, once you add them up and do the math, they seem to even out. So yeah, sex as a girl or as a guy is pretty much the same ball of wax when you think of it that way, right? I kept up my vigorous rubbing down between my legs and finally broke down in tears as I climaxed and finally caught my breath after a wild roller coaster ride dashed all up and down my body. It was night by now and I wouldn't have a chance to change back to normal until morning. After laying there on my back for awhile waiting for the last of the orgasms to finally conclude and leave me be in peace, I drifted off into peaceful, contented sleep. I awoke the following morning and didn't even bother climbing out of the tent to change back to normal. Instead I unzipped the door flap and stuck my hand outside to warm the ring in the early morning sunshine. Then I plucked it off my finger and felt myself change rapidly back into a man. Or so I thought, for somehow the transformation backfired and did not change me all the way back. From the waist down I was still very much a woman. In a panic I quickly put the ring back on my finger and was changed fully female once more. I climbed out of the tent this time and tried it but the ring refused to change me fully back into a man. It always kept the lower portion of my body as a girl. This wasn't good. How was I going to go back to my Aunt and Uncle like this and ever explain myself? I glanced up at the sunlight trickling down through the treetops above and realized that perhaps I needed to be all the way out in the sun this time for the transformation back to normal to work properly. That did the trick. I stepped out into an open meadow and within moments I was fully back in my normal male body again. The other rings hadn't behaved like that - or didn't seem to anyhow. Realizing this ring may be quite different than the others I decided it was far too dangerous to toy around with the thing too much. Though by that evening I succumbed to wanton desire even after having tried to control my feelings by masturbating as a man but right afterward I slipped the ring back on and also masturbated as a woman. What kind of animal was I becoming? Was this what I really wanted out of life? To sit here out in the woods alone in a tent and play with myself? It made me sad and disappointed that I'd lost control so easily. I wanted desperately to get that other ring back on my finger and become Nina again and be free from these crazy cravings once and for all. I changed back to normal the next morning and drove back to my Aunt and Uncle's house and returned the magic ring back to its proper place with the others. After a long week of work in my office job in the big city I returned back to the loft in the garage and this time took the ring that would make me be little again. I knew where the girl lived this time so I went over there to her house and thought I'd try and determine if she really existed outside this ring. I did not see her as I peeked in through the kitchen window at them eating dinner. Nina was either not eating with them tonight for some reason or else she might be off at someone else's house. Perhaps her grandmothers or something. I waited awhile and knocked on the front door. The girl's mother answered. "Yes?" she said. "May I help you?" "Have you seen Nina?" I asked the awkward question but needed to know the answer once and for all. Was Nina real? Or did she exist only when I put on that ring? "Nina who?" she asked, frowning at me suspiciously. "There's no one by that name who lives here. You must have the wrong address." She shut the door and then and there I had my answer. The ring had the power to not only change the wearer but change a little bit of reality to make the transformed person fit into the world. I put on the ring right there on the front porch and changed into a little girl. Then I knocked on the door. "Nina!" the woman exclaimed greeting me. "What in the world are you doing outside? You come in the house right this instant young lady and go right up to your room." "Did you see a man out here?" I asked her. "What? Who? What man? Who have you been talking to?" she asked. "No one but I thought I saw a man knock on the door a minute ago," I said. "You're imagining things. Go on up to your room and get changed for a bath this instant," she ordered. I did as she asked and then and there I knew just what the ring did. It changed reality so that the former me no longer even existed but instead was replaced by a little girl named Nina, and were I to remove the magic ring then reality would change back not just my body but maybe even the universe itself. I was absolutely amazed at discovering this that I guess I was smiling a bit too happily as I climbed in the tub and my new mother stood there with hands on hips and asked, "Well? You going to tell me what you're so darn happy about? Normally you kick and scream when it's bath time. What's the matter?" "Nothing mom," I said and sat down in the tall warm tub of bubble bath. I had never before taken the time to actually bathe myself while in this particular body so it was all new to me and brought back memories of when I was a little boy taking a bath like this, only this time I was a girl. Mom left as my big sister came in the bathroom and kneeled beside the tub and scrubbed my back with a warm wet washcloth as I took to the task of washing my arms with another. The bath was over fairly quickly and I dried off in a big white bath towel as my sister brushed the wet tangles out of my hair. I got in my pajamas, a yellow jumper that zipped up in the back. It had booties built in for my feet and there were little white bunny rabbit patterns over my arm sleeves and bunny footprints scattered around the neck. Then after watching a little television downstairs I was ushered up to bed by my big sister and tucked in tight. She shut the light off and closed the door almost all the way - leaving it open a crack so I guess mom and dad and everyone could keep tabs on me or something if they wanted but also maybe because little Nina was normally scared of the dark, which I wasn't. I squirmed my arms loose from under the tight covers and had a look at my magic ring. Three little pink meter-stones glowed for me and pretty soon a fourth lit up and joined them. I went to sleep and emerged from my room the following morning well rested and feeling quite bubbly and happy and full of wonderful youthful energy. The meter-stones were a bit ahead of schedule and at first I thought maybe there might be something wrong with the ring but then realized that after having used this ring way more times than any of the others that perhaps the ring thought I wanted to stay this way for good and was obliging me a little. That afternoon after lunch my sister took me to the park to play with the other children my age and so much time seemed to go by as I was enjoying myself on the playground that finally when I did look back down at my magic ring I let out a horrendous scream. The ring had slipped off my finger somehow and was lost somewhere, probably buried under all the sand under the swing set or the slide or the monkey bars or who knows where, but it was off my finger and I hadn't changed back to normal. That meant the meter-stones all filled up and made the change permanent. No one really noticed my scream though. The adults nearby thought I was still playing, and it was quite normal for kids to scream and yell from time to time on this noisy playground anyway so my shout went unnoticed. I wondered if my male form was somehow still able to be retrieved from the magic of the ring. So I in a panic I looked all over for it but didn't find it. I was stuck a little girl for good. I sat down on a plank of wood on the edge of the great big sandbox and cried softly to myself and no one noticed. I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried my search once more and still there was no ring to be found anywhere. Pretty soon it was time to go and despite my whining protests my sister carried me away kicking and screaming in her arms. I was depressed that I couldn't change back to normal though I was determined to not give up this fight. So I grabbed a flashlight from the hall closet and snuck out the front door late that night as everyone else lay sleeping. Tired as I was I was filled with adrenaline from my fear of being caught and that kept me going. I made it to the park and searched for the magic ring. My flashlight caught a glint of metal reflecting back at me in the sand over by the slide and I ran over to see that it was only a bottle cap. Determined not to let that discourage me I kept right on searching. I dug my little hands deep into the sand under the swing set and dug and dug all over looking for the ring and feeling around for it but it was hopeless. The ring was gone and I was stuck a girl for good. Stuck a little girl with no hope of changing back even if I found the darn thing. I gave up and went back home but returned again three nights later and searched once more. Then as I sat there atop a big wooden platform that was the tower of a fort, I saw the ring right there stuck between the cracks of the wood. It must have dropped there when I had been playing tag or something and gotten stepped on and pressed down in between the planks. I picked at it with my little fingers, trying to pry the thing up and out but it was stuck. It was stuck good. I tore open the flashlight cover and tried to use the small thin circular piece of clear plastic on the end to pry the ring out from the boards. Instead the plastic only pushed the ring down further and after several more attempts the piece of flashlight cracked and broke in half, leaving a piece if it down there firmly over the ring as a new protective cover for it. Angrily I went home and rummaged around in the garage for a screw driver but my dad woke up and caught me and after a spanking for being out of bed and also for messing with daddy's toolbox I was sent to my room. But the next night I went back to the playground with a screwdriver in hand and new flashlight in the other and tried once more to get the ring from its new home imbedded in the cracks of the wooden fort. The chunk of flashlight stuck in there flicked out without any problem at all but the ring would not budge. It was like the gemstone on top was acting like an anchor. It could go down but if I tried to pull up on it with the screwdriver blade it got caught and wedged into the wood and halted any progress I might have been otherwise making. I jammed the screwdriver down in there and pounded the handle with my tiny little fists and finally the ring came loose and went flinging upward back over my head and somewhere behind me. I heard it clatter on the boards and quickly turned around but it was nowhere in sight. I stood up and dropped my screwdriver and ran over to the edge of the fort and grabbed hold of the hand rail with both hands and peered down at the sand below. There the ring sat in plain sight below me. Relieved I went down there and got it and placed it on my finger and easily pulled it off again. It was then and there that I realized the ring did not work on girls at all but only on boys. Frustrated and tired I went back home and tucked the ring away in my little hope chest on my pint sized little girl dresser and went to bed. I boldly went over to my Uncle's house the following morning and knocked on the door. My Aunt answered the door and I stood there shifting my feet from one to the other uneasily as I shyly looked down at my sky blue skirt and matching short sleeved top. "Why hello there little girl," she said and then seemed to remember me from before. "Oh, you're Nina, right?" "Yes ma'am," I said feeling my face blush as I tried desperately not to make eye contact with the woman. I was quite embarrassed to even come back here at all and let her see me like this again. "I think I need to talk to Mister.... um..." "You want to speak with my husband?" she asked with a raised brow. "Well I don't see why not. Are you here to apologize for breaking in our house?" "Um... yes," I lied. She stepped aside and let me in and I started walking down the hall towards Uncle's den when she stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "I'll go fetch him for you. Just wait right here." "If it's all the same to you, ma'am, I think I'd prefer to talk to him alone," I said. "Strange request but suit yourself," she said pointing to the den down the hall. "Third door on the left." I found myself running for some reason. Perhaps fright or just wanting to get this over with. I don't know but I ran all the way down the long hallway and knocked softly on the door which was open a crack. "Come in," he said and I did. "Set the lemonade down right there dear. Thank you," he said without turning to see who it was. He thought it was his wife obviously. "Um...," I said in a small voice and cleared my throat nervously. He turned around and saw me and took off his reading glasses and set down his book. "Oh, it's you," he said spinning around in his swivel chair to face me. "What are you doing back here?" "Sir...?" "Well? What is it? Spit it out young lady. Explain yourself," he said. "Sir, I'm.... I took one of your rings," I said. There. I admitted it. It was done and over. I finally admitted to him the truth and it felt good though I could feel my bare knees knocking together under my skirt. He glanced at my hand for a moment and then at me but I was blushing so hard from embarrassment I couldn't force myself to look him in the eye. I shyly glanced down at myself. "Well I don't see any ring on you," he said. "Where is it?" I reached up to my tiny U-shaped shirt pocket and pulled it out and held it out with my head turned away. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to watch him take the ring from me. He took it and I lowered my outstretched arm back to my side and shyly kept my gaze down upon myself. I was scared to death to tell him who I once was but on second thought if reality had shifted me completely then he wouldn't even remember having me as a nephew at all, would he? "It turned me into a girl, sir, and then it fell off," I explained. He scratched his unshaven, whiskery chin thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Well I don't doubt that, my child, but why ever did you come back here for?" "I was hoping, sir, that you might know of a way to.... um... to change me back," I said finally looking up at him eye to eye but only for a moment before quickly looking back down at my tiny feet. My toes wriggled around a bit in my tennis shoes and I shifted back and forth from one foot to the other nervously. "Hold out your hand," he said and I did and watched him slip the ring on and off my index finger. "Permanent I'm afraid. That's what comes from playing with magic that doesn't belong to you. You'll just have to get used to it, child. There is nothing I can do to help but I do thank you for returning the ring to me. I'll have to find a safer hiding place it looks like." He put the ring in his shirt pocket and gave it a couple of pats and added, "You DID want to be a girl didn't you? Otherwise why would you have repeatedly put on that ring?" "How did you ever know that sir?" I asked glancing up to see him smile but I quickly shied away and gazed at my little tennis shoes again. I saw him wag a finger at me out of the corner of my eye. He said, "I understand more about these magic rings than you'd think. There are clear signs on the ring that tell me exactly what happened to its most recent wearer. The signs are there in plain sight if you know what to look for. You, young lady, have tried this ring on eighty-one times. Though the last twenty-seven have been in trying to change back to normal when as you can see, that is clearly no longer possible. I also know that you used to be a relative of mine but the ring changed away that reality. Though right here I can see your name was.... Dennis? Hmm... Perhaps a nephew of mine. That would explain how you obtained the ring in the first place. And now of course your name is Nina, and it says so right on the ring but soon another girl's name will replace that once another boy uses the ring. Now as for you, young lady... eighty-one minus twenty seven... let's see... why that's fifty-four times, and assuming you didn't know the first time what the ring would do, that means no less than fifty-three times you deliberately changed yourself into a girl. You must really like being a girl or you wouldn't have changed so frequently, would you? Did you try any of the other rings?" "Yes sir," I replied honestly. "I see," he said. "Then that could put it in the hundreds. You really have done this to yourself, child. The more frequently you use magic, the more it uses you until finally you find yourself all used up and that's just what happened in this case." "Is there nothing I can do, sir, to change back?" I asked, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes though I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand. "There may be," he said with some concern. "Though as often as you've changed into that form I would think you'd be used to it by now. Why do you wish to change back for?" "I don't really sir," I said honestly. "I just want the freedom to change back and forth whenever I want." It was true too. Being able to be a little girl whenever I wanted and back into a man when it no longer suited me was quite a wonderful power indeed but now that it was stripped away from me I was quite upset about it, as perhaps anyone might be after having lost such an ability and lost it in the wrong body and got stuck that way. "What do you want me to do about it?" he asked. "I don't have much time to research these things like I did in the old days when I was younger and more involved with magic. My wife doesn't even know about that part of my life and I doubt she would understand or accept it either even if I told her that I no longer practiced magic. These rings were a gift to me from a very powerful sorcerer. Though I have never used the rings myself or used them on others I do know all about them and their use. Oh they have a practical use all right, or they once did anyway when it was advantageous for a wizard that was being hunted down by an angry horde. A ring like this enabled a wizard to hide away in a completely different body and at the same time wipe out temporarily his old reality. The angry mobs no longer had anything to be angry at, you see? But for one to use a ring like this over and over is just asking for trouble. The magic was never meant to be used that way and as a result after so much abuse the ring decided to make the change permanent. So there you are, a girl. Now as for if there is a way to change you back. Of course I'm not one hundred percent certain with these things but there could be. There could be a way - but will I go out of my way to hunt down the answer for you? No, my girl. No I won't. You'll just have to live with it or find a way back on your own. I'll not help someone foolish enough to don a magic ring so many times of their own free will. You wanted to be a girl, and now you are one. Why complain about it?" "It's not that, sir," I said wringing my hands nervously. "I don't mind being a girl, really I don't, sir. I just wanted to have the best of both worlds, you know?" "That's irresponsible and greedy," he said. "You should have known better." "Well, what'll I do sir? What'll I do?" He reached up to a row of books on the top shelf of his desk and brought one down and handed it to me. "You may borrow this," he replied. "The answer is somewhere in the pages of this book, and if not then in another, but I'll only lend you one book at a time. Don't let anything happen to that and don't leave my property with it and do not let my wife see you with that. She would not understand or forgive me if she knew I ever had such books. You may read it in the backyard if you wish. There are some lawn chairs stacked up beside the shed. You can probably find a nice quiet place to read under a tree out there and away from the prying eyes of my wife. Now go and don't disturb me again unless it's to return that book. In the meanwhile I've some reading to do of my own and then I'll find a nice safe place to hide this ring. I won't have you stealing it from me again. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," I said and turned around and headed out to the backyard. ___-----___ The book was heavy and bulky to lug around in my tiny little arms but I managed to get it outside and I sat down in a lawn chair under a tree in the far corner of the yard where no one could easily see me from the house. After reading through a few chapters of dull boring text on ritual magic and the proper way to pronounce certain commonly used ceremonial words I began to really wonder if it was worth all this effort to find a way back to my old male self. I always seemed happier this way, as a girl, especially as a little girl for some reason, but it had never occurred to me that I'd one day become stuck this way or even have to decide if changing back was worth the time and energy. Without the ring to change me back and forth I had a huge emptiness now in my life. For I was addicted to the power of transforming myself into a girl or back into a boy whenever I felt like it - or more accurately whenever the weather permitted it. I was hopelessly addicted to changing into a girl and back into my former male self that for the first time in a long time I found myself completely void of power and it hurt me deeply to be without it. I skimmed through the remainder of the book, not really reading much more than a sentence or paragraph here and there as I flicked quickly through the pages in search of some word or words that might catch the eye. Mainly the words "sex change" but I did not see these and finally after awhile I gave up and went back in the house and knocked lightly on Uncle's door. "Find anything?" he asked without turning to look at me as I stepped in the den. "Nothing sir," I said with disappointment clearly ringing out in my sad tone of voice. "Not a thing." "And you really want to change back into a man, huh?" he asked setting his own book down and turning around to face me. "More than anything else sir, yes, I'd like that very much," I admitted though a little uncertain if being a man would even really make me happy. I wanted the power to change back and forth and be who I wanted when I wanted. "Might be a way to make you an adult again though changing you back into a man is another story," he said. "No sense in making you go through childhood all over again if we can avoid it, but if I do find a way to make you into a grown woman sooner than nature would provide on its own course, I want to know if you'll accept that. Will you accept your fate that you may never be able to change back into a man again?" "I don't know sir," I shrugged unknowingly. "Do you love... men?" he asked. "No sir," I answered in all honestly. "I still am attracted to women." "Hmmm.... I won't promise anything but I may look into this a little bit on my own. There might yet be a way," he said. "Now if you're done with my book may I have it back please?" I handed it to him and said goodbye and left. ___-----___ I did not hear back from Uncle in over a year about that even though I went back to his house a few times and asked him. He was always too busy with something else to help and never told me of his progress on finding a way to change me back to normal. It was as if he didn't even care about changing me back and was fine and dandy with my being stuck a little girl. Little? Heck, I was seven now and still hadn't grown much taller than I'd been when swapping back and forth into this body and back to my old one. Going to school like this was pure torture and I received almost no end of teasing from little boys my age out there on the playground. If I'd have told them I was a boy before I'm sure they'd have teased me no less frequently than the near endless torment I suffered out there. It was clear that little boys somehow thought themselves superior to little girls but these boys took it to an extreme and were quite mean about it but at least they didn't get violent with us girls. Never any hitting, just a ton of verbal abuse. "You're just a girl," they'd tease if I asked to play tag with them or something. "Go away. This game is boys only." Some would run up to me, dragging some other boy kicking and hollering to let him go and they'd shove the other boy into me. Not hard but enough that it apparently got "girl cooties" all over him and he'd run away to wash his hands and arms screaming all the way to the bathroom amid peals of laughter from the rest of the boys. If the there was every any doubt about if I'd grow up to love men, little scenes like this removed it for me in a heartbeat. How could any girl put up with this in her childhood and then suddenly, magically turn right around and be attracted to these little buggers when she and they grew older? On my birthday my mom got me a few babies and some plastic baby dolls, and grandma and grandpa got me practically a whole new wardrobe, and yes there were dresses and skirts in those stacks of presents and now my closet was just stocked full of them. And not a day would go by that I didn't regret being stuck this way. Yeah, I loved having nice skin and all but the teasing