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Disclaimer time:
One- This is an original piece of work by me, Dakro. Feel free to print
this story for yourself. However, the only websites I authorize to post
this is FM and Crystal's.
Two- If you are not into age regression, don't read.
Three- If you are not into transgender fiction, then why are you here in
the first place?
Four- There is no sex at all, and I mean whatsoever, in this story, so if
you came looking for sex stuff in a 'Preteen Under 13' story, feel free to
go lick a light socket. Sex with kids is just....gross. Not to mention
icky and disturbing as well. Things that make you go.....blagh.
And five, I expect people to critique this story in the Reviews section. I
look forward to reading them, since only through criticism does a writer
grow. That having been said, know this. Flames will be cheerfully and
delightfully ignored.
That's it. I hope you enjoy reading this short story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.
Clicks-R-Us: An SRU story
By Dakro
Twelve year old Ryan Michael Andrews was having the single worst day of
his entire life. He had overslept, missed the first two periods of school
as a result, and got detentions from each of the teachers. Making matters
worse, he forgot his backpack, inside of which was all his homework,
causing him to get even more detentions. On the way home after serving the
first of five detentions, a car sped by him, hitting a puddle of water
left over from last nights rainstorm, soaking him to the bone. Then at
home, he found out that he was grounded to his room for the next two weeks
for all the detentions. The only bright spot was that he would still be
allowed to use his computer. As he trudged to his room, he silently wished
that today had never happened. Since he was not already in his room, he
never saw the light on his computer blink a few times, nor heard the hard
drive whir away briefly, then fall silent.
He got to his room, and set about doing his homework. He wanted to finish
quickly, so he could get online and go to Newgrounds.com, his favorite
time-killing site. If he was going to be stuck in his room for two weeks,
he needed to kill as much time as possible. Once his math was done, he
logged onto the web, and typed in the address bar www.newgrounds.com. A
pop-up appeared, something that he knew happened frequently on the web,
and he clicked on the little red X in the corner, fully expecting it to go
away, so he could watch some videos. To his surprise, it didn't. He
clicked again, but nothing happened. He was getting frustrated. He tried
to Alt+F4 it, and for a moment, it did go away, but only for a moment,
before popping up again, this time twice. Ryan was getting mad now, and
closed the internet completely, so he could run an anti-spyware program.
He was happy to see that the pop-ups had vanished when he closed the
internet, and was about to open Ad-Aware, and fully twenty of the pop-up's
appeared.
"What the......the frigging internet is closed," whispered the boy in an
angry whisper. This time, instead of trying to close them all, which he
figured would be pointless, he tired Ctl+Alt+Del, a trick his Mom had
showed him. He went to find the program in the Processes tab, so he could
stop it, but found nothing. Ryan was getting very angry now, and decided
to try and reboot the machine. Maybe that would work. He clicked on Start,
then red icon that shut the PC down, and waited as the computer did its
thing. He figured that a restart would do the trick, as it didn't
automatically connect to the web after a restart, so he could run the
spyware and anti-virus stuff he had BEFORE the stupid pop-ups came back.
Moments later, it powered back up, and Ryan waited for Windows to finish
loading, then clicked on the Norton icon. As soon as he did, though, it
happened again. And this time, it was an outright assault. No less than
ONE HUNDRED of the pop-ups appeared.
"Holy........this is a nasty virus......." Ryan said to himself. He was
about to go get his Mom, to have her help him, since obviously he was in
over his head, but a faint voice caught his ear.
"Ryan, please, it's not a virus," he heard coming from his speakers. "Just
click on one of the pop-ups, I promise you, the others will vanish like a
puff."
"Who....what.....what the heck is going on?"
"Click on the pop-up, Ryan, and all will be explained."
"Umm...I think I need to get my Mom." Ryan went to stand up, then stopped.
If he got his Mom, she might think he got all these pop-ups from a porn
site, something that had happened to her once. He really didn't want her
snooping around on his computer, nor did he want her to think he wasn't
mature enough to have one in his room. But what was the point of a PC if
he was unable to use it? As it stood right now, he couldn't, because of
all the pop-ups. He decided to investigate them a little, see what the ad
was for, and if it was something bad, he'd get his Mom. Since all the pop-
ups had come up minimized this time, he brought one to the top....and
found it was nothing more than a blank page. Just white. He opened a few
more, and they were all the same. Blank, white as a ghost pages.
"Well, what do I have to lose," he muttered, and decided to click on one
of them. If it was bad, he could always pull the power plug.
CLICK.
To Ryan's delight, 99 of the pop-ups instantly closed, leaving an open
page. And it was opening what appeared to be a webpage, but that wasn't
possible, as he never opened the internet. The page had loaded, and all he
saw was the header, which said SRU-TECH and a clickable link under it that
said INCEDO! 'Weird word,' he thought silently. He was about to go get his
Mom when he heard the voice again.
"Thank you, Ryan. Now, allow me to welcome you to the newest innovation in
wizardry. The page you are currently looking at is not online, so you
know, which is why you continued to get the pop-ups AFTER you closed it.
And may I say, it took long enough for you to open it. But I digress. As I
was saying, this is the latest advancement in my craft. No more do I need
to physically appear before you to work my magic."
"This is a really neat trick," Ryan said, not to the voice, but to
himself. He still thought this was virus of some kind. What he heard next
made him nearly wet his pants.
"I assure you, Ryan, it is NO trick, neat or otherwise. It is the product
of loving labor on my part to help spread my loving message to more people
than I might otherwise have, had I continued to do it the old way. Now, if
you please, go ahead and click on that weird word, as you put it, and
let's get started."
With a shaking hand, he moved the pointer to the link, and took a deep
breath. If this messed his PC up, he'd be in so much trouble. Slowly
exhaling, he clicked. The hard drive again whirred, and a new page came
up, this one with a picture of a strange looking little old man in a blue
robe and witches hat. The robe and hat had yellow moons all over, pretty
much the stereotypical outfit of a witch or wizard. Then the voice again.
"OK, Ryan, this is the meat of the SRU-Tech program. One more click, and
I'll be gone for good. I hope that I was able to provide you with the best
in digital wizardry. When you are ready to close this program, just click
on the nice little picture of me, and poof, I'm gone for good."
"Wait, what else will happen when I do that?" Ryan asked, slightly
embarrassed, for he was basically talking to his computer. Without a
microphone. As if it were a real person.
"Well, the program will finish running, there will be a few lines of text
on the screen, it will flash some colors, then close. And you are talking
to a real person, young man," the voice said, sounding a tad offended.
"Well, sort of. You are speaking to the digital rendition of me, a flesh
and blood wizard."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it," Ryan said, again embarrassed. He had just
apologized to a computer. "So all I have to do is click....you....and it's
over, you're gone, I can use my computer again without you popping up all
over?"
"Correct, my boy. Just right. So, when you're ready, go ahead and click
away."
Ryan moved the mouse over to the picture, and hovered for a moment. Deep
breath in, slow exhale, and.............
CLICK!
The hard drive began spinning at once, and the screen went black, then
words began scrolling across it.
"Votum vos vota vadum exsisto verus per oriens." It took a moment for the
words to scroll, then more appeared.
"Thank you for using SRU-Tech's home computer program. If you are done
with this program, click here."
The arrow was pointing at an icon that said Finish. Ryan clicked it, and to
his surprise, a pop-up came up. It had a ton of small print, but he didn't
care about that. He scrolled to the bottom of the pop-up, and saw that it
was like an EULA. There was the usual boxes, asking if he agreed to the
terms and agreements of the programming or declined them. The finish button
was grayed out, that is, until he checked the I Agree box. It opened up the
Finish button, which he clicked at once, tired of this program. As soon as
he clicked, the pop-up vanished, replaced by flashing colors. Ryan was
mesmerized by them for some reason, as they flashed rapidly, changing from
red to blue to pink and yellow and green and a billion other colors. They
were going so fast that Ryan found it impossible to figure out what color
he had just seen before another took its place. After thirty seconds of
this, they stopped, and the monitor was nothing but a black screen again
for a moment, then his desktop appeared, normal looking. Ryan was dazed by
the cornucopia of colors his eyes and brain had been assaulted by. It took
him a moment to clear his head.
"Wow, that was just messed up," he said to himself. "I'm sure glad it's
over. Now I can watch some videos." He opened the internet, and got
'www.newgrou' typed in, and then got a panicky feeling. 'The last time I
did this.......' he thought to himself. 'Maybe a nap will clear my
mind.....yea, that's it.' He decided that he could watch videos later, and
just shut the whole PC down. He set his alarm clock for six, so he could
be up for supper, and then laid on his bed. Due to the stressful day he'd
had, and the bizarre thing with that program, he suddenly felt way more
tired than he should. He was asleep in minutes.
----Fifteen hours later----
Ryan awoke to a slightly upset belly, and an ache in his head. He was
shocked to see that it was after 8 o'clock. He assumed at first that it
was 8 PM, and he'd slept through the alarm clock. Then he realized the sun
was up, and that wouldn't be true at night. It had to be 8 AM instead, and
bolted upright. If it was 8 in the morning, then he'd overslept again. He
went to swing out of bed, but when he flipped the blanket back, he was
horrified to see that he was not in his jeans and his Calgary Flames
jersey he had changed into yesterday after he got home. He was instead
wearing what looked to be a dark blue Little Mermaid two piece pajama set.
The top was a dark blue tank top, and had a big picture of Ariel on it,
and the pants were also dark blue with little pink hearts all over them.
"What the.........Oh My GOD!!!! I'm a girl," he screamed in what was
unmistakably a small girls scream. He was freaking out, and began to check
the rest of himself out. Coming out of the tank top were skinny little
arms, the nails on the hands were painted a pale shade of pink. He shook
his head in disbelief, and was horrified to feel long hair on his neck.
Just then, his Mom walked in.
"Ryanne, what is with all the noise in here? I heard you scream, are you
OK?"
"MOM!!! NO, I'M NOT OK. I'M A GIRL NOT A BOY," he screamed in his new
voice. His Mom chuckled.
"Of course you are, dear," she said condescendingly, like how any mother
would say the her over-imaginative little girl. "Now come on, get dressed,
so we can eat breakfast."
"Mom, please, listen, I'm not making this up," he said, on the verge of
tears. 'Why won't she believe me?' he thought. "I used to be a boy, now
I'm not!!! You gotta do something!"
"Ryanne Michelle, if this is some kind of trick to get out of kindergarten
this afternoon, I am NOT liking it. Now get dressed, young lady!" She
turned and walked out of the bedroom. He noticed then, and wondered why he
hadn't before, that his room wasn't his room. It was a girls room. The
dresser was pink, as was the nightstand. Covering the top of the dresser
were dolls of every kind. There was even a small TV, but it too was
obviously for a girl, as it was one of the pink Mickey Mouse TV's. Ryan
got out of the bed he was sitting in, and noticed that it too was a girls
bed, a large four poster with a pink skirt.
'How did this happen to me? Wait....the program........' he thought,
suddenly remembering the flashing lights and the pop-ups and the strange
little wizard person. Just then, the new little girl jumped as the TV
turned itself on. He watched as the screen warmed up, then yelped a bit as
the wizard appeared on the TV.
"Good morning, Ryanne, I must tell you, last night was pretty interesting,
let me tell you. First your wish, then your Mom's.....I was busy, that's
for sure."
"What are you talking about?" he said, not realizing he just asked a TV a
question for a moment, then amazed that it actually answered.
"Well, do you remember making a wish that, and I quote, 'Today never
happened'? You made it yesterday."
"Yea, so?"
"Well, I made it come true. Yesterday will never again happen, as far as
Ryan Andrews goes. At first, the wish I granted was going to take you back
to the morning, but this time, you wouldn't oversleep nor forget your bag,
making the day a lot easier, I'm sure."
"You left out the two week grounding, mega detentions, AND getting
soaked," he said.
"Yes, but if the first two things, oversleeping and forgetting your bag
hadn't happened, the other three don't as a natural result. You get to
school on time, WITH the bag, you don't receive detention. No detention,
you don't walk home, and you don't get splashed, nor do you receive a
grounding. Simple, yes?"
"OK, yea, I see the point.....but....this? I'm a little girl, and my Mom
seems to think that's just fine!" His personal Bizarre-O-Meter pegged just
then. He was standing in a girls room, wearing girls pajamas, in a girls
body, and was arguing with a TV. He shuddered, thinking maybe he had lost
his mind and was actually in a loony bin somewhere.
"Yes, well, that's where her wish came into play. She wished for...well, I
think you can tell what she wished for, little one. I gather that even
since your Dad passed on last year, you have been a fairly hard child to
deal with. She wished that she could raise you correctly. And the laws of
magic are clear. I had to grant that wish, despite what it would mean to
you. For you mother's wish to come true, you see, you would have to be
young again obviously. As for the becoming a girl, well, a mother can
raise a daughter better than she can a son when there is no man to help.
I'm truly sorry, but in a way, both wishes came true. Your Mom has her
chance to raise you again, and your bad day yesterday never happened."
The boy/girl was crying now, as he/she realized his/her own mother had
wished him/her into this new life. Then, an idea sprang to mind. "Mr.
Wizard, can I make another wish? A small one?"
After a moments thought, the wizard nodded. The little boy/girl smiled.
"OK, then.....make me a boy again. I wish I was a boy again."
The wizard shook his head sadly.
"Ryanne, I can't do that, it would cancel out your mother's wish. The only
thing I can do is give you a.......parting gift, I guess you can call it."
"B-b-b-but.....you said I could make a wish! You lied to me!" The child
was sobbing now.
"Sorry, but I can't cancel out some else's wish, sweetie. It's against
magic law. Now, try and calm down so I can give you the parting gift I
spoke of."
Wiping his eyes with his arm, he forced himself to calm down. After a
moment, the wizard spoke.
"OK, now, I am going to say a few words. They are in a very old language,
and they will sound strange, and may be hard to follow, but I need you to
repeat them. OK?"
"I guess so," he/she said.
"Very well, repeat after me. Ego-----sum-----aliquantulus-----puella-----
Ego-----usquequaque-----aliquantulus-----puella-----Ego-----nunquam-----
quisquam-----alius."
The child had struggled, but did well enough. After the last word was out,
the TV turned off, and the little girl looked around her room. She seemed
dazed, but then remembered Mommy had said to get dressed, so the could eat
breakfast. She dressed in a pink Barbie tee-shirt, a blue denim jumper,
white tights and black buckle shoes. She skipped down the hall to the
kitchen, where Mommy had cereal and milk for her.
"So, are you feeling better, Ryanne? Because you are going to school this
afternoon!"
"Yes, Mommy, I am fine, and I can't wait to go to kindergarten today," the
five year old girl said, smiling and happy.
The End
(I was going to end this with 'And she lived happily ever after....', but
that was ub?r cheesy, even to me, and I can be pretty damn cheesy o.o
This is my first real story, and as such, obviously, my first entry into
the wonderful little universe of SRU. I hope that the Mr. Bill Hart, the
genius creator of SRU does not mind terribly the....expansion, I guess
you'd call it, of SRU into the digital realm. My most humble apologies if
I offended.
The "very old language" is Latin, as I'm sure you may have guessed. I used
a great website for the Latin. The first phrase (when the program is about to run) roughly
translates to "Your wish will now come true". The second one (that the
Wizard has Ryanne repeat) was a bit more cheesy. Something along the line
of "I am a little girl I have always been one It is all I know" or
something like that. Like I said cheesy. But I already said I'm one cheesy
human, so it's fine....right? :P
And last, thank you for reading Clicks. Like I said at the disclaimer,
please leave feedback.
Hugs,
Dakro)
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