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Author's note: This is my first venture in the genre. If you like it please leave lots of feedback. I have an idea for a sequel. Please read it carefully, some of the changes are a little subtle. I wish I had some illustrations to go with it. I hope you enjoy it. Time for a change By XrissXroosKid Even though I've been married for fifteen years my wife and I don't have any kids. It just seemed to happen that way. It wasn't anything that we planned. My wife came from a large family while mine was very small. Her seven-year-old nephew Billy was the ring boy at our wedding, and now at twenty-two he still kept in close contact with us. So it came as no surprise when I got a call from him asking for my help one hot summer day. It seemed that his car had broken down again and he needed a lift to look at another used car. I doubt that even he could keep track of all the used cars he has gone through these past few years. He has a bad habit of buying clinkers. I picked him up at his mother's house shortly after dinner and we began the ninety minute trip to the next prospective car. Unfortunately when we finally got there it turned out to be a waste of our time. The drive back was not looking too promising. We had to get off the highway due to a major accident and I was taking a lot of back roads. To make matters worse my car was having problems with the air conditioning so about half way back we made a stop for some liquid refreshment. The old roadside store was closed for the night but there was a soda machine outside and I had enough change for two sodas. It was a pretty quiet road with no traffic, something that I wasn't used to. Suddenly the quiet scene ended abruptly when a bright object hurtled from the sky and landed nearby. "What the hell was that?" He shook his head. "No idea Bill. You want to go see?" We ran off in the direction of the crash and found something embedded in a small hole. Walking up to it I saw a blue glow emanating from the hole. Billy stooped down to get a closer look. "Be careful, it could be hot," I warned him. He reached into the hole. "I don't think so. It doesn't feel hot." He pulled out a small rock that had a blue glow. "It's cool to the touch. It's kinda weird. My hand is very tingly." He reached in again and pulled out a larger blue glowing rock. He handed the larger one to me. My hand also began to tingle. "I see what you mean. I wonder what it is." He turned the rock over and over and except for the blue glow it looked like a normal rock. "I'm not sure. They could be parts of a meteorite that fell to Earth. If so, they are worth a lot of money." "How do know that?" I asked. "I use to collect rocks when I was a kid," he said. "That's right, I forgot. You were into a lot of things when you were in grade school." "Yeah, I had tons of time back then to do all of that stuff. Now I never have time to do anything. Instead I'm spending all my time working and I still don't make enough money to pay all my bills. I wish I could have all that free time again and not have to worry about money." "Yeah, you and me both," I said with a laugh. He looked at both glowing meteorites. "We can make some good money selling them on the internet. I can sell them. You want me to hold onto yours for you?" I laughed. "No, I don't think so." "No fair, yours is twice the size of mine." "How would you know?" I laughed. "Oh, you mean my rock. Well forget it. You can still make a good amount of money from selling the one you have. I'm going to keep mine." We slowly trekked back to the car with our glowing treasures. On the way back he kept talking about what he would do with all the money he would get from selling his meteorite. Sometime after midnight we finally made it to his house and I pulled into the driveway. I looked at my watch as he got out of the car. "Well at least the night wasn't a total loss. Tomorrow is Saturday, give me a call when you get up and we can decide what to do with the meteorites." I watched as he unlocked the back door and went into the dark house. Ten minutes later I was pulling into my garage and I was glad to be home. When I entered the house I set the security system and headed upstairs. My wife had turned off the lights when she had gone to bed. The glow of the meteorite helped me find my way upstairs. I decided to leave the meteorite in the computer room. I didn't want the glow to keep me awake all night. After I put it down on the computer desk I noticed that my hand was still a bit tingly. I didn't pay much attention to it as I went into our bedroom and undressed for bed. I slipped into the bed next to my wife without waking her and quickly fell asleep. The following morning I opened my eyes and felt a bit disoriented. The first thing I noticed was that the bed I was in wasn't a king size. It was much smaller, and my wife was nowhere to be seen. Looking around I saw several posters with cartoon characters on them. Various toys and kids clothes were strewn around the room. I sat up and saw that I was sleeping in a bed in the shape of a racecar. I threw off the sheets and jumped onto the floor. I walked over to a mirror that was hanging on the closet door. The reflection staring back at me was a boy who looked like he was about eight years old. I put my hand up to my face and felt my smooth chin. It had been a long time since I had woken up and not had stubble on my face. I looked at myself a little further and saw that I was wearing green Peter Pan pajamas. I had to fight the urge to leave the room and find out where I was. I examined my reflection a little more closely. I certainly didn't look like I did when I was eight years old. I was much shorter and skinnier and I had curly brown hair. I had always had straight hair my entire life. Other things also looked different. My eyes were now bright blue and I had a very cute smile. Growing up my teeth had never been one of my best features. I realized that I wouldn't find out what had happened to me by looking at my reflection so I left the room and entered the hall. As soon as I was in the hallway I knew where I was. I was in my house. In fact the room that I had just left was my computer room. For some reason it was now a little boy's bedroom and I was that little boy. Feeling the need to hit the bathroom I walked in and saw all my stuff gone. No shaver, or deodorant, or anything of mine. Instead there was a cartoon themed toothbrush with a matching hair brush. I walked over to the toilet and I needed to use both hands to lift the lid. With a quick yank down I lowered my pajama bottoms and undies. I looked at my small manhood. At eight years of age it probably should be called boyhood. I wondered if all eight year old boys were this small. After I finished I lifted my undies and pajama bottoms and walked downstairs. My wife was at the stove busy cooking breakfast. She very rarely cooked breakfast and I didn't know why she was cooking it now. She turned, looked down at me and smiled. "So you're finally awake." She twirled a couple of my curls in her fingers. "So how is my little sleepy head this morning?" I just stared at her dumbfounded unsure of what to say. She didn't seem surprised by my appearance and I wasn't sure what was going on. She put her hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling all right sweetheart? You don't have a temperature. Tell mommy, how do you feel?" "Mommy?" I thought to myself. In addition to changing into an eight- year-old boy my wife had somehow become my mother. I was sure that most psychiatrists would have a field day with that one. She pulled out a chair from the table. "Sit down Danny. Mommy has made you breakfast. You've got a busy day ahead of you." She called me Danny. I guess that was my new name in this reality. I found that I had to jump up to get into the chair and let my feet dangle in the air. She pushed my chair closer to the table. Then she put a plate of French toast and a large glass of milk in front of me. Even though I was famished I ate slowly because I just wasn't use to my small hands and large utensils. I was halfway finished when the phone rang. My mother answered it and a few second later she said, "Danny, it's your cousin." I knew that I didn't have a cousin so I just gave her a confused look. "Who?" She put the phone into my hand. "This is no time for jokes young man. Your cousin Billy wants to talk to you." I remembered that when I left Bill last night I told him to call me. Was he the cousin my mother was referring to? I answered meekly into the phone. "Hello?" I was surprised by the sound of my voice. Did young boys really sound like this? On the other side of the phone I heard another young voice answer back. "Hello? Is that you Uncle Mark?" Even though his voice was different from what I was use to, I knew that it was Bill. So he must have also changed since I last saw him. Forgetting that he couldn't see me I nodded my head. After a few seconds more I heard him say. "Is anyone there?" "Yes, yes, it's me. But I can't talk now." I looked up at my mother who was putting the milk back into the fridge. "I'll come over to your place and we can talk more." I jumped off the chair and handed the phone to my mother. "Mom, can I go over Bill, uh Billy's house?" She took the phone and hung it up. "Of course, but you aren't supposed to be there until noon. And you need to finish your milk, get dressed and clean up your room." "But..." "Don't argue with me young man. Now go!" She patted me on the rear and I ran over to the table and quickly drank the milk. When I finished I put it back on the table. "In the sink, you know better," she said. I grabbed the glass and walked it over to the sink. I put it on the counter and headed back upstairs. Before I went into my bedroom I went down the hall into my former bedroom. Everything in it looked like I remembered. The bed and furnishings were all there. Then something on the dresser caught my attention. I reached over and grabbed a crystal picture frame and looked at the picture. The last time I saw the picture it was of me and my wife on our tenth anniversary. But this was a picture of us taken in Greece over eight years ago. I hadn't seen that picture in years and I didn't know why it was in the frame instead of the other one. "Danny, be careful with that!" I spun around and saw my mother standing in the doorway. She reached down and took the frame out of my hands and put it back on the dresser. "You know you aren't supposed to touch mommy's things without permission." "I was just looking at it. I thought there was another picture of you and uh, daddy." She slowly shook her head. "No this was taken in Greece shortly before your daddy died. I don't have any other pictures of him." "Died?" I thought to myself. I'm dead in this reality? How did it happen? It seemed the more I learned the more questions that I had. I slowly walked back to my room and closed the door. I took off my Peter Pan pajamas and threw them on the bed. As I walked over to the dresser I caught my reflection in the mirror. I chuckled when I saw that I was wearing briefs with some colorful cartoon characters on them. I opened up one of the dresser drawers and saw more cartoon briefs inside. I was just about ready to close the drawer when I saw a blue glow at the bottom of the drawer. I reached through the briefs and felt something hard. I pulled it out and saw the meteorite. In my small hands it appeared much larger than it did last night. How had it gotten there? And did it have anything to do with what was happening. I dropped it on floor and opened another drawer. Inside I found a shirt and a pair of blue shorts. Slipping on the shorts I noticed that they were a shorter style than I was use to. On the outside I looked like a skinny short eight year old but inside I still felt like a forty year old man. I found a pair of sandals in the corner of my room and slipped them on. I grabbed the meteorite and felt my hand tingle some more. I found a Peter Pan backpack and placed the rock inside. The Peter Pan image on my backpack was identical to the one on my pajamas. They must have been purchased at the same store. I zipped it up and I opened the door and ran downstairs. I was just about to open the door to the garage when I saw that the alarm system was still activated. I tried reaching for it but it was out of reach. I ran to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up. "Mom, I'm going over Billy's house. Can you turn off the alarm?" "Did you clean your room?" "Yes," I lied. I listened and heard the alarm sound off. I ran back to the garage door and went inside. I walked to the car when I realized that my car was missing. My wife's car was there, but mine was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was a ten speed bicycle in its place. "Crap!" I hadn't ridden a bike in years and I didn't feel like starting now. But I knew if I wanted to see Billy I had to try. I hit the garage door button and I grabbed the bike. I jumped on my bike and slowly pedaled away. When I got to the end of the street I stopped and looked around. I usually turned to the left and picked up the highway down the road, but now I had to take the long way there. An hour later I finally made it to Billy's house. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that his car was noticeably missing. In its place was a five speed bicycle. I got off my bike and entered the house through the back like I always did. The kitchen was the first room that I entered and my sister in law was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. She looked up from the paper when I walked in. "Hello Danny. If you're looking for Billy he's upstairs in his room." "Thanks Sue, uh I mean thank you Aunt Sue." I walked past her and ran up the stairs. At the top of the stairs I opened the door and entered Billy's bedroom. Instead of being in a twenty two year olds bedroom, I was now in an eight year old boy's room. More toys were all around the room and lying on the bed in his briefs was a young boy reading a comic book. He looked up when he heard me enter the room. I recognized him as soon as I saw him. It was Billy, but it was Billy as he looked when he was eight. I found it odd that I looked nothing like I did at that age, while Billy looked exactly like his younger self. He smiled and dropped his comic book and jumped off his bed. As he stood next to me I saw that he was the same height as me. If I had to guess I would say that we were about four feet tall and maybe 50 pounds. He slowly walked around me. "I can't believe that is you, Uncle Mark." "Please, don't call me that. Everyone calls me Danny now, so until we find out what's happened, you had better call me that too." "You just look so different. I didn't think you looked like this when you were my age. I mean my age now. It's so confusing." I unzipped the Peter Pan backpack and grabbed the meteorite intending to talk to him about it. "I didn't. And I never had curly hair, or was ever this short and skinny. I don't know who I am but I'm not me as a boy." I glanced at his desk and saw several action figures scattered around. I picked up the fireman action figure. "Hey, this is mine!" Billy reached for it but I pulled away. "Give it back!" he said. "No, you stole it from me. This is my favorite guy." I quickly stuffed it in my backpack. "Wait a minute, what were you talking about?" "About how familiar you look," Billy said and then he snapped his fingers. "I know. Wait right here." He ran out the door and downstairs as I dropped the meteorite back into the backpack. A minute later he returned holding a photo album. He placed it on the bed and flipped through it. He stopped at a page and pointed to a picture. "Look at this one." In the picture were two young girls in dresses near a small wading pool. One of the girls had curly hair just like mine. "Who is that?" Billy pointed to the little girl on the left. "This is my mom as a girl and the curly haired girl is her sister. My aunt. Your wife." I looked more closely at the picture and I did see a resemblance to my wife. "So what does that mean?" "I'm not sure, maybe you're the kid you two would have had if you had kids. You look just like her." "I do not look like a little girl," I said angrily. "Oh yes you do. You look just like her." He pushed me onto his bed. "Sit there I will be right back." He ran back downstairs and returned a few minutes later with a box in his hands. He put it on the floor and opened it. A couple of little girls dresses were inside. "Mom keeps these in the basement. I think she's mad that she had all boys and never got a chance to use them," Billy said. "So what are you going to do with them?" "I want you to put one on," Billy replied. "No way." "If you don't I won't tell you what else I know," Billy said with an impish grin. "I don't care what you know." "It's important. Very important." He pulled a small pink dress out of the box and handed it to me. "Come on, just try it on and prove me right." "Okay," I said reluctantly. "But you'd better not tell anyone or I'll... I'll get you." I unzipped the back of the dress and started to put it on. Billy shook his head. "No you got to change first. Take off your shirt and shorts." "Why?" "Cause I said so," he answered. "Fine." I took off my t-shirt and then my shorts. I stepped into the dress and Billy zipped me up in back. He grabbed my hand and took me to a mirror on the other side of the room. Looking at my reflection I had to admit that he was right. In a dress I looked just like the girl in the picture. I think it had more to do with the hair than anything else. As I twirled around I could see the boys briefs under the dress. They looked a little out of place. I was just about to say something to Billy when I heard someone in the doorway. "Well!" I turned around and saw Sue standing there looking at us. "And what are you two up to?" she demanded. Billy pointed an accusing finger at me. "It was him mommy. He made me get this stuff from the basement." I had forgotten what a rotten kid he could be sometimes. I wanted to say something smart but instead all I uttered was, "No I didn't. You did it." "Did not!" "Did too!" The two of us stood face to face arguing when his mother pulled us apart. "Enough! Billy your bath is ready. Take your bath and get dressed for gymnastics, I'm going to speak to Danny privately." She grabbed my Peter Pan backpack and the blue meteorite fell out onto the floor. When she picked it up she turned it around a couple of times. As she did the color changed from blue to pink. "What's this thing?" she asked. "Nothing. Just a rock we found when we were exploring. Can I have it back please?" She handed it to me and I could feel more tingling in my hand. I wasn't sure why it had changed color and I was tempted to ask Billy if his had also changed but his mother interrupted my thoughts. "Put away that dirty thing and come with me." I put it back into my backpack and held firmly onto my backpack as she took me by my other hand and led me downstairs. I felt so vulnerable wearing that dress. She had me sit on the couch. In my small state it felt like a much larger couch than I remembered. As I sat there she paced back and forth. "I'm not mad at you for dressing up, Danny." "But, Aunt Sue..." I started to say. "Don't interrupt me! I'm saying that I'm not mad at you for dressing up. It's something that a lot of children your age do. There is nothing wrong with it. What I am mad about is that you took those things without permission. Now wait there til I get your punishment." I watched as she walked out the front door. I couldn't figure out where she was going and it wasn't until a few minutes later before she returned. She had a small knapsack in her hands. She dropped it at the floor near my feet. "Okay, get off the couch and open the bag." I did as she said and when I opened it I found several pieces of girls clothing. "Those are from my next door neighbor. She has a daughter your age and I borrowed these from her. In a little while I'm taking Billy to gymnastics and I want you to go with him dressed in those." I pulled out a long sleeved pink leotard. "This is a girl's leotard." "Yes, I'm going to leave you for a few minutes and when I return I want you to put on everything in that bag do you understand me?" "But..." She raised her voice. "Do you understand me!?" I don't know why but I felt very afraid of her looking down at me. "Yes Aunt Sue," was all I could say. When she left I pulled out the rest of the clothes. In addition to the long sleeved pink leotard, there was also a pair of mini stretchy shorts and pink panties. I reluctantly undressed and slowly dressed in the girl's clothes. As I finished putting on the shorts she came back into the room carrying a little black case. She looked at me and nodded. "In those clothes you look like a little girl. Now sit down on the couch and I will finish with you." Reluctantly I sat back down on the couch. She put the case on the coffee table and opened it. Inside I could see various forms of makeup. She pulled out a small pink bottle. "What is that Auntie Sue?" "Quiet dear. Auntie Sue is just going to make you a little more prettier." "But I don't want to be prettier," I said. "I said be quiet dear, or Auntie Sue will give you a spanking." She took my right hand and began to apply the pink nail polish. When she was done she continued with the left hand. Finally she finished and she blew on them. "Now don't move your hands dear until I say so. Stay perfectly still. There are a few more things I need to do." I stared down at my pink little fingers and wondered what she had in store for me next. I must have blanked out after that because the next thing I knew she was shutting the case. "All done. You can get up now." I jumped back down off the couch and she took me by the hand and led me to a mirror. If I thought I looked a little like a girl before, now there was no doubt. It almost looked like my hair was a lighter shade and a little longer than it was the last time I looked at it. If I didn't know it was me staring back at myself I would swear that it was a cute eight year old girl standing there. "Now don't you look the pretty little princess?" I could hear someone giggling behind us. I turned and saw that Billy had finished his bath and he was dressed in his gymnastics uniform. "Yes he's the cute little princess winces," he said snidely. Then all of a sudden I started to cry. I hadn't cried in over thirty years and I didn't know why I was doing so now. I ran from the room crying. I ran upstairs into Billy's room and jumped on the bed. A couple of minutes later I felt a gentle hand caressing my hair. "Now Princess, Billy didn't mean it. He was just teasing you and he's sorry." "Why is he so mean to me?" I sobbed. "Little boys can be like that princess," she said sweetly. "And he wants to tell you how sorry he is." I sat up wiping the tears from my eyes and saw Billy standing there rubbing his butt. His mother must have given him a good spanking when I left. He stared down at his feet like a young boy who had been admonished by his mother. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." I don't know what I was thinking but I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Billy." The strange thing is that neither Billy nor his mother thought anything odd about that. I couldn't figure out why I did it, it was almost like an instinct. I took one last look at my cute pink clad outfit and turned back to Aunt Sue. "Can we go now Auntie Sue?" She gave us both a careful look over and she seemed pleased with our appearance. "Yes, princess, take Aunties' hand." I took her hand and Billy ran downstairs ahead of us. I watched him as he ran down the stairs and he looked so cute in that gymnastics uniform. I was glad I was able to hang out with him, he is such a fox. I stopped as we walked down the steps. What had I just thought? I had never thought of another guy in that way before, especially Billy. But as I thought about him I felt my heart race faster. Maybe it was the effect of having to dress like a girl, my mind must be playing tricks on me. When we got downstairs Auntie Sue let go of my hand and she grabbed her keys. It was the perfect time for me to zip up my Tinkerbelle backpack so the meteorite wouldn't fall out. I didn't want anything to happen to it before I could examine it some more. Before I zipped it up I pulled out my Barbie that I grabbed in Billy's room and held onto her tightly. I was glad that I found her in Billy's room. I didn't know why she had been on his table among his stupid action figures. I looked at the image of Tinkerbelle on the backpack and thought that something was wrong about it, but then Auntie Sue called and I followed her out to the car. Billy jumped into the back seat while I sat in the front seat next to Auntie Sue. I watched Billy in the mirror as he sat impatiently in the back seat. At times he appeared to behave like he was really eight year's old. I would have to have a talk with him in private later. I looked down at my pretty pink outfit and thought that pink was a very nice color. I also liked how the outfit felt. It was tight but not uncomfortable. I also began to play with my Barbie. Auntie Sue pulled into a parking lot and Billy jumped out and ran into the gymnastics' building. She got out and opened my door. I held onto my Barbie as she took my hand. A few seconds later we entered the building. The inside was divided into two large rooms. In one room there were twenty to twenty five young boys doing various flips. The other room had about thirty young girls all glad in very colorful outfits similar to my own. A nineteen-year-old girl walked up to us. "Hello Mrs. H. I see that Billy is already working out with the other boys." She looked down at me and smiled. "And who is this little sweetheart?" Without thinking I moved in closer to Auntie Sue and I held her hand very tightly. "Hello Amber, this is my niece, Dani, short for Danielle," Auntie Sue said. Amber bent down and faced me eye level. "Do you prefer to be called Dani or Danielle?" I opened my mouth to answer her but no words came out. Auntie Sue patted me on the head. "She's a little shy around strangers. She prefers Danielle. And she has been hounding me to bring her here ever since she saw Billy perform at his last meet." "So this is her first time in gymnastics? Well she is certainly dressed for it. Such a pretty outfit." "Thank you," I managed to say softly. "And such a pretty Barbie," she added. "I had lots of Barbies when I was your age. How many do you have?" Try as hard as I could I couldn't think of an answer. Even though I clutched my Barbie tightly in my hand, I didn't really remember having any. For some reason the image of a fireman was going through my mind. Then Auntie Sue gave me a comforting caress. "It's her first one," she told Amber. "Like I said, she's still a little shy. You can give your dolly to me and I will hold her safe until you come back." Reluctantly I handed over my Barbie to Auntie Sue. "What do you say we go and introduce you to the other girls." Amber took my hand and pulled me away from Auntie Sue. We walked into the gym and she blew a whistle. All the girls stopped and turned in our direction. "Attention girls, we have a new pupil today. Her name is Danielle and she is Billy's cousin." A pair of twin girls both dressed in matching yellow leotards walked over to me. They both had brunette hair and looked to be about eight years old. "Hi, I'm Terri with an I, and this is my sister Sherri with an I," Terry said. "Hi, I'm Danielle," I replied. "Yeah, we know, Amber just told us," Sherri said as she and her sister giggled together. "I like your hair," Terri said. "I always wanted blonde hair like yours." "Blonde? I don't have blonde hair," I said. "Of course you do, look in the mirror silly," Sherri said. I turned around and saw a large mirror filling the entire wall. In it I saw Terri and Sherri and standing right next to them was me, but now I had very long blonde curly hair. The golden curls now fell below my shoulders. What was happening to me? When I woke up this morning I had short curly brown hair and now it had grown and changed color. Although I couldn't see it in my outfit I reached down and could still feel my boyhood. I was still a boy at least from the waist down. My attention was interrupted by Amber blowing her whistle. "Okay girls we are now going to start on the balance beam. Line up." I was last in line behind Terri and Sherri waiting to use the beam. I watched each of the girls perform and I felt pretty confident that I could duplicate it. When my turn came I got up on the beam and started the routine. Halfway down the beam I lost my balance and fell to the floor on my butt. Many of the other girls started giggling and I hurt more from the embarrassment than from the fall. I saw Auntie Sue sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. I got up and ran over to her crying. She stood up and hugged me. And then she handed back my Barbie. "Come on princess," she said. "Let's go out to the car and wait for Billy. When he is done we will stop at the mall for an ice cream." About twenty minutes later Billy came out of the building with a couple of other boys his age. If I hadn't known that he was twenty-two years old the day before I would have sworn that he knew the boys all his life. Billy opened the door and jumped into the back seat. "How did it go today dear?" Auntie Sue asked. "Great! Justin and Ricky invited me for a movie sleepover tomorrow. Can I go?" "Only if your cousin can go." "Oh, mom, there are no girls allowed," Billy said looking at me. I turned around to face him. "I am not a girl!" He looked at me intently as if studying me. Trying to figure out who I was. Then a glimmer of recognition hit him. "Oh yeah. I forgot." I folded my arms and faced the front of the car. "Boys!" I said in disgust. A short time later we were walking around the mall. As she promised we both had an ice cream cone. I was busy licking mine when Auntie Sue stopped in front of a large department store. "Come on kids, I need to step in here for a few minutes." While Auntie Sue was busy shopping for shoes that were on sale I pulled Billy aside. "What is your problem?" He looked at me dumbfounded. "What? What did I do?" "That crack about no girls allowed. What was that about?" "It's for guys only. We don't want any stupid girls hanging around. You can play with some of your gymnastics girlfriends." "They are not my girlfriends. I am not a girl!" I was becoming very emotional. I almost dropped my ice cream. "I swear you can be such a jerk face sometimes." I sat down on a nearby chair and began to cry. "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a girl, I'm a girl! I mean I'm a girl not a girl." I cried even harder. "Why can't I say that I'm a girl? I'm a girl! I'M A GIRL!!" No matter how hard I tried I couldn't say the word boy. My Auntie Sue heard the commotion and came over. "Billy what did you do to Danielle?" He smiled innocently at his mother. "Nothin'. She's just crying 'cause she can't go to the sleepover." Auntie Sue picked me up and carried me around as she rubbed my back trying to soothe me. "Now, now, princess. Don't let Billy upset you. Auntie Sue is going to get you something that will make you feel much better." She turned to Billy. "Follow me and I don't want to hear another word out of you." Billy mumbled something but he followed us silently. Auntie Sue carried me to the young girls department and she looked through a couple of sale racks. Finding a few items she carried them and me to the changing room. The attendant let us into one of the changing rooms. Auntie Sue promptly pulled off my stretchy shorts and leotard. I stood there in just my pink panties. I was afraid to look and see if my boyhood was still intact down below. She picked a purple dress with a bow in the back from the pile and she put it on me. She zipped me up and I stood there as she straightened out the dress and then my hair. I had to turn around several times for her to get a good look. I was able to catch a few peeks of myself in the changing room mirror. Not only was she treating me like an eight-year-old girl, but I looked the part perfectly. Even my curls were curlier than before. She tried several more outfits on me, all dresses, until she found one that she was happy with. A short yellow dress with multi colored flowers on it. She took it with her from the booth and told me to wait there for her. I stood around in my panties waiting for her. I briefly felt my panties and felt a little relieved when I felt a very slight bump there. It might not be much but it was still keeping me a boy, if only in my own eyes. After paying for the dress Auntie Sue returned into the changing room. She put it back on me and we left the changing booth with my gymnastics clothes in the shopping bag. I saw Billy sitting in a chair looking completely bored. I could tell that he wasn't too happy with having to wait for us to shop for a new outfit. I looked in a mirror and immediately fell in love with the dress. It was perfect. I couldn't wait to show it off to the other girls. As I looked at Billy I felt there was something about him that wasn't right but I couldn't place my finger on it. My mind was too busy thinking about the beautiful dress that Auntie Sue had bought for me. I thanked her and gave her a kiss. I didn't care that Billy was angry, he had been a stupidhead all day to me. I began to run around and look at all of the pretty clothes and I kept asking Auntie Sue if she would buy them for me. I quickly spotted a very colorful one-piece swimsuit and I pulled Auntie Sue over. I pointed to the pink swimsuit with the image of Barbie on the front. "Please Auntie Sue, can I have this?" She looked at the tag and nodded. "I guess so. It's been a big day for you. But you need to try it on first." "Not again," Billy whined. "Is she gonna try on everything? I'm bored!" Auntie Sue reached into her pocketbook and handed a few bills to Billy. "Take these to the toy store across the hall and pick out some of the racing cars you like." Billy snatched the money and ran off to the toy store. "Boys play with such stupid toys Auntie Sue," I said as I took the swimsuit from her. "They aren't stupid to them, princess," Auntie Sue replied. "Now come on let's get you to a changing room." A few minutes later I was wearing the swimsuit. I kept checking out how I looked in the mirror. Everything looked all right, but something inside was telling me that something was wrong. Auntie Sue called out from the outside of the changing booth. "How is it princess?" I walked out and showed it off to Auntie Sue. She had me turn around a few times and then she nodded. "It's very pretty, how do you like it princess?" I smiled and giggled. "I love it, thank you so much Auntie Sue." I ran over to her and gave her a big hug. She hugged me tightly. "You're welcome princess. You're my favorite niece." Very shortly I began to feel tired and Auntie Sue said that we should head back to the car. We went to the toy store and pulled a reluctant Billy away from the racing cars. A short while later we were in the car. I quickly fell asleep in the front seat of the car clutching my pretty pink rock and my Barbie doll. I don't know how long I slept for but when I woke up I was in my car seat in the back of Auntie Sue's car. My older cousin Billy sat next to her in the front seat. "Anty Thu, Anty Thu," I cried out. My voice sounding strangely young and high pitched. "Is Auntie's little princess awake?" she said. Billy turned to face me. He looked a little bit younger than I remembered. Probably around six years old. And his hair was a lot longer than it had been. I saw my stuffed elephant had fallen onto the seat. I reached for it but I couldn't move because the car seat kept me firmly in place. I began to cry. "Ellwy, ellwy," I cried trying to reach the elephant. "Mommy," Billy said. "She's crying." "Yes, Billy, I can hear her too. Be patient, you cried a lot too when you were three." "I never cried like that. I'm a boy," he said proudly. Auntie Sue rubbed Billy's head. "Yes, you are mommy's big boy." She pulled into a gas station and stopped the car. "Why are we here? Do we need gas mommy?" Billy asked. Auntie Sue got out of the car and opened the door on my side of the car. She unbuckled the car seat restraints and lifted me out. "No, Billy, mommy just has to check Danielle's diaper to see if she needs a change. Stay in the car, mommy will be right back." She grabbed a diaper bag and carried me into the station. She asked the clerk inside for the key to the restroom. After closing the door she put me down on the counter. She pulled off my white leggings, and opened my diaper. Part of me was wondering what she saw down there. But all I could say was, "I wuv you Anty Thu." She tickled my tummy. "Anty Thu wuvs you too Danielle." As she went about the task of changing my diaper I tried to clear my mind and think about how I had gotten here. From the sounds of things I was now a three-year-old girl and Billy was a six-year-old boy. To make matters worse I was now talking like a three-year-old girl and Billy was acting like a six-year-old boy. And nobody but me seemed to find anything odd in what was going on. It was like history was being rewritten as things happened. I wasn't sure if the meteorite was responsible for it all, or if it was something else entirely. And if it was the meteorite how was it doing it? Was it the remains of some alien technology? I needed more time to figure it out, but with all the changes going on I wasn't sure if I would have the opportunity. People and events were constantly changing and I seemed to be the only one that noticed. If I met Terri and Sherri now I doubt they would remember talking to me earlier at gymnastics. With all these changes to Billy and me it was getting hard for me to keep track of who and what I was. After cleaning me up and redressing me, Auntie Sue lifted me up and turned to pick up the diaper bag. As she did this I was able to get a look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I wasn't too surprised by what I saw. I looked like a cute three-year-old girl. I still had long curly blonde hair and a little girls' body to go with it. I was pretty certain there was no doubt about my sex this time. On the outside I was a completely functioning three-year-old girl. I don't know how I knew this for sure but I wasn't very concerned about it. I did wonder why I changed more drastically than Billy and why he had a harder time remembering what was going on. I needed to talk to him privately before I lost all memory of what was happening. "Where we go Anty Thu?" I asked as she carried me back to the car. "Don't you remember princess? We're going to have your picture taken as a surprise for your mommy and then you are going for your swimming lessons." As she buckled me into the car I could see Billy in the front seat picking his nose. I giggled at him and he started to make funny faces which kept me entertained for the rest of the car trip. Billy was my favorite cousin. After we stopped Auntie Sue ran to the trunk of the car to get a few things. While she was there I saw the diaper bag next to me on the back seat. It was open and I could see a pink glow coming from inside. I opened and closed my hands and said "Give me dat, give me, give me." Billy turned around. "Give you what?" I pointed to the bag. "The wock, the pwetty wock." Billy reached into the back seat and pulled out several things until he finally grabbed the pink glowing rock. "Ow, that tickles," he said as he dropped the rock on the floor. As soon as he dropped the rock I saw his hair grow longer. It was also getting lighter from black to brunette. And his once straight hair began to curl up. He looked at me as I kept giggling at him. He didn't realize what was happening to him. Very quickly his hair changed color again to blonde, and it was full of curls down to his shoulders. Then the rest of his body quickly followed suit getting smaller and younger and before he know what was happening he turned into an exact double of me even down to the clothes. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing things correctly. When I opened them again the transformed Billy was now sitting in a duplicate car seat next to me on the back seat. Auntie Sue came back and pulled the former Billy from the car seat. "I swear you girls are getting to be quite a handful for mommy." She put the former Billy down on the ground outside. He held his hands up. "Up mommy." "No! Stay there Chandelle while I get your sister." It was funny to watch as Chandelle stood there very perplexed. It was like her mind was trying to figure out what had happened. One minute she was a six-year- old boy and now she was a three-year-old twin girl. Auntie Sue was now the mommy of twin girls, probably something she had wished for her whole life. It was strange to think of her as mommy but it also felt right at the same time. It seemed that in addition to remembering everything else I was also having strong memories of being a twin. Then I felt something strange, almost like I could feel what Chandelle was feeling. The twin connection was getting stronger and I began to feel not only her emotions but a little of what she was thinking. Not distinctly but faint thoughts. She began to cry and a second later I was also crying. It was like whatever she felt like doing I felt like doing as well. As I looked at Chandelle I saw that she looked a little younger than she had a minute ago. She couldn't be more than two years old. Instead of a dress she was now wearing just a t-shirt and a diaper. And I then felt myself shrinking in size. Not only that but it was becoming harder to think rationally. The younger I became the more powerful the new persona fought to take control of me. Mommy looked at her crying twin two year olds and it was hard to know what she was thinking. I looked at the glowing pink rock on the floor and it seemed to be glowing brighter. Then I felt the urge to look at my sister and she looked back at me and smiled. Suddenly no further words were needed. At that moment I knew that we never needed to talk aloud to each other, we both shared the same feelings and thoughts. She was Chandelle and she was also Danielle, just like I was Danielle and also Chandelle. We were two girls with a single mind. To keep us quiet mommy put binkies into our mouths. We happily sucked on them as she got the double stroller ready to put us both in. I wasn't sure if I was still two years old, one year old or what. I just felt very content sitting next to my sister. I looked at her in her pink onesie sucking away happily. There was a colorful book on the seat next to us. On the cover was a flying boy dressed in green and a small girl with wings flying next to him. There were some words on the cover but try as hard as I could I was unable to read them. And I was unconcerned about my inability to read. I just looked mesmerized by the pretty picture until I was lifted out of the car seat and placed in the stroller next to my sister. After mommy put us in the stroller she spotted the glowing pink rock on the floor of the back seat. She picked it up and examined it. "What is this dirty thing doing in here? That's all I need is to have the babies playing with this filthy thing." She threw it out of the car into a patch of trees. I knew it meant something important to me, but I had a hard time remembering what. But I felt I still had to tell mommy that I wanted it so I pulled out my binky and pointed to where she had thrown it and I tried to say, "Mommy I need that very much." But instead what came out of my mouth was "Glix sprtzl glah tee glah." Mommy looked at me and smiled. "Mommy just loves when her babies try to talk to her. You two are just so adorable. Mommy wishes you could stay this way forever and never grow up and talk." Then my sister spit out her binky and started to babble incoherently along with me. I could no longer remember if she was Danielle or if I was. All that I had known was gone. The only thing that I seemed to know is that we were mommy's baby girls and we always would be. The End for now