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No Such Thing As Stories
by Sarah Tandomwerk
1
A jolt woke me from dreams I seemed to have immediately forgotten,
remaining in my mind only as a blue haze. I was on the move but my
vision hadn't yet cleared. Where had I been when I fell asleep? I yawned
and my body shuddered - I didn't feel right at all... especially between
my legs. Shit, I realised as my brain seemed finally as awake as the
rest of me - I think I pissed myself.
I became aware of two forms in front of me in the vehicle - for that was
how I was moving - a man and a woman, both silent, unaware as yet of my
waking. I moved my arm to feel the damage down there, so to speak, but
encountered an all in one enclosure my mind was still to foggy to
navigate a way into.
That was when I saw my hand. The first thing that struck me was how soft
and pink it was . The nails, usually an ugly mess due to my nervous
chewing, were flawless... and the hand itself was absolutely tiny...
The dizziness in my head became heavier now as I tried to separate the
dreams from the reality I was sure I'd awoken in. I had memories of a
screen. Of looking at something I wasn't supposed to. Of wishing... that
was it, there was a powerful wish made, a longing to escape, and then a
surge of power, and now...
"Good morning sweetie. Have a nice nap?" The woman in the front seat.
In a panic I realised I'd just relieved myself again a little. Still
staring at my hand I knew that somehow I was a child again. My dick must
be tiny, I thought - no wonder it felt so odd, it wasn't just wet.
"Wha ha..." I began but little but a childish gurgling came from my floppy
mouth. It was like I'd been drugged. It reminded me of coming home from
the dentist after having my wisdom teeth removed.
"Pull over here, John," the woman said to the man.
My brain was still going over what the last thing was I remembered. The
memory of the dentist, so clear, had somehow made other things clearer
too. Pictures. Little girls.
The car slowed down on the side of the road. The woman popped her seat
belt off and reached between the front seats toward me, making me even
more aware of how tiny I now was as she loomed towards me. Her hands
were suddenly all around my ass and crotch... the most enormous hands I'd
ever known. As she squeezed gently around my dick, all the wetness
squashing around whatever tiny worm was in there, it was a sensation
unlike anything I'd ever felt - not exactly sexual, but beyond pleasure.
I found myself letting a little more pee out into... man, I guess I was
wearing a diaper!
"Oh yeh," the woman chuckled, "someone needs changing!"
Great...
She disappeared for a moment and then the door to my left burst open.
The world was pretty scary at this size but my mind was still so
clouded, and this whole experience so fascinating, that I didn't feel
remotely afraid or concerned. Everything was so completely beyond my
control. It was actually more comfortable than anything.
The straps holding me down were undone now and I was lifted
effortlessly, like I was flying, then I was lying on my back staring up
at the giant lady's face - a face so full of love I felt my heartbeat
quicken. There were sounds of unfastening - buckles, straps, velcro, the
tearing of tape - then I felt the rush of cool air on my crotch.
I had to look.
I immediately wished I hadn't.
"Wha da fuh-" Nothing but gurgling from my useless lips again.
My useless - little girl - lips...
"Josie's done a wee wee that's all, haven't you?"
I gazed, unbelieving, as the woman wiped between my legs. Wiping not my
little penis, because little girls called Josie don't have little
penises. I felt the baby wipe in all its soft wet coolness, felt it more
now because I saw it with my own eyes - felt it between my -other-
little girl lips. No wonder I'd felt so odd down there... because "down
there" was Not There anymore... because little girls called Josie don't
have little boy penises, they have little girl vaginas.
That's what I'd been looking at. The last thing I remembered. I knew it
was wrong but I couldn't stop looking. An old school friend, Mike, had
put up the pictures on Facebook. His daughter, naked in the tub. It
wasn't porn, it definitely wasn't, it was just a kid in the tub. But
it'd made me twitch - down there. I'd wanted what she had - not like
that... I wanted her, but I wanted to -be- her. I wanted to feel what it
felt like having something so beautiful down there - nothing but smooth,
hairless flesh and that cute crevice instead of an ugly, hairy, veiny
cock. I'd more than twitched... I'd exploded imagining being that little
girl for a day, and then...
"All done!" the woman pulled me out of my thoughts. It was out of sight
now, covered with a dry diaper and my onesie. I was lifted back into my
seat, strapped in again, and the car was once again in motion.
Was it possible? Had the universe, or whatever, granted my wish when I'd
technically been doing something so disgusting? Was it permanent? I
pressed my thighs together trying to feel the fantastic weirdness
between them but the diaper was too thick. I was filled again now with
the fascination that had been cut short the night before, fascination
that could now be satisfied completely, with impunity, because this was
now my body. I badly wanted to touch it.
I realised the woman had turned and was looking at me now with those
eyes full of love. My heart didn't quicken this time, it slowed. I felt
an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me, and the fog was consuming
my mind once more. Somewhere my old self still buzzed away yearning to
touch down there, but there would be time, and I let the sleep take me
down once more...
2.
When I woke the first thing I knew was I was wet again. Embarrassing,
but this meant I'd get to look again soon, I guess. I was in a large
bedroom but I guess all bedrooms were large now.
"Hey there again!" the familiar voice of the mom- I stopped myself. Was
she my mommy? I guess she was someone like that.
There was the sound of unfastening again only, this time, more and
before I knew it I was wearing nothing at all. I felt the cool wipes in
my vagina again and stared in wonder once more. I could move easier in
the nude and managed to reach down and touch it briefly. Wondrous
absence... but at the same time, more...
I heard other feet in the room.
"Mom, can I bathe her?" Another little girl, maybe 11 years old. Did I
have a big sister now? I wondered.
"Sure!" the mom said, "about time you took a bath yourself, stinkbug.
Make sure you wash your hair this time."
"I didn't mean meeeee..."
"I didn't mean meeeee..." mommy mimicked the little girl, and I found
myself giggling, "Both of you or else. And Wash Your Hair Miss Katie."
I was still giggling as the little girl - Katie - picked me up,
frowning, "I don't know what you find so funny, baldy..." and then she
giggled too and kissed me on the nose.
She placed me carefully - dangerously, if you ask me - on the toilet
seat as the water filled the tub in the bathroom, and she started to
undress with me right there. This was starting to make me feel a little
giddy. Until the previous night I hadn't thought of naked little girls
since I was a little boy and it'd been, well, semi-appropriate. Now I -
was- one and I was about to see another and probably be intimately
bathed by her and there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it.
While Katie - I guess she was my sister - turned to check the water, I
took another chance to touch my vagina. This time one of my little
fingers found their way in between the folds of skin. It tickled and
felt all kinds of unusual. Before I could explore further, she'd spotted
me.
"Josie! We don't touch ourselves like that yet!" I couldn't help
giggling again, but I took my fingers away obediently. She looked toward
the door as if checking something then, and then looking mischievous
whispered, "actually I do but you won't tell, will you?"
At that moment she pulled her panties down and stood there a moment in
just a sports bra. Her own hand absently went to her crotch and she
rubbed herself. I guess we all let down our guard when there's no one
but a brainless baby in the room but it was awkward to see anyway.
Then off came the bra. She was just beginning to grow there and I felt
the same fascination and want as I'd felt the night before, coupled with
something else. I wanted to feel what those little bumps of flesh felt
like. Were they tender, firm, ticklish? But I wanted to feel them as
Katie - I wanted to feel them as mine. But at the same time, as a baby
girl, I felt the urge to suck on them. I didn't know how much longer my
mind could deal with this mess of thoughts.
I thought again about what I'd been doing when this wish was granted -
if that's what had happened. Was this a punishment then? Some punishment
- I didn't imagine a lot of guys would be as accepting as I'd been so
far if they woke up with a baby's pussy where their dick ought to be.
But what did I really know about that? Until last night being turned a
baby girl wasn't exactly on my wish list either. Yet right now it seemed
so natural it seemed beyond me to complain.
My sister lifted me carefully into the tub with her and placed me
between her legs. There was no way not to look at either her cute little
booblets or her vagina, which wasn't very different from my own... perhaps
a little less pudgy.
"Aren't you the curious thing today?" she giggled, sponging at my
shoulders with a little soapy water. I realised my fingers had absently
slipped between my legs again.
"Well, if you won't tell I guess I won't either, play away," she said,
getting to work on her hair.
It was weird to do while being watched, but I got a little more
adventurous this time and probed further with my fingers. It didn't
really feel like my penis was entirely gone, and yet it was - this was
that maddening thing that drove me to touch down there. Something down
there, inside now, was where the essence of my manhood had gone, and if
I could just touch it...
"Sometimes I wish I was a baby again..." Katie said softly, either to me
or herself, it didn't seem to matter. "You don't have to think about a
thing, do you?"
I was thinking about how she hadn't cared about me seeing her undressing
- had barely been phased by me touching myself - why would she? I was a
baby! I was thinking how easily I could satisfy a certain amount of my
curiosity about her little breasts, but it seemed like my body was way
ahead of me. My hands groped forwards and I managed to touch both of
them, one with each hand.
"You ARE curious today!" she giggled, pulling me towards her so that my
face was practically pressed against them in all their olive protrusion.
Then I was back in between her legs again.
"Of course I'd like to be a mommy too, though..." her voice soft again.
"And YOU could be the baby, since you're so interested in these, haha...
but they would have to be bigger."
She pushed her chest out, touching it lightly.
"They are a little bigger today. Whaddya think, sis? Wanna drink?"
She giggled again. She was looking toward the door in that alert way
again. She lifted me towards her again with my head right next to one of
her breast bumps. I didn't even think twice before my lips settled
around it.
She practically squealed, putting me back down in the water.
"Oh my god Josie that tickled!!"
I giggled madly, barely believing what I'd just done.
"I'll get you for that..." she said, grinning devilishly. Her hands moved
to my sides and she vigorously tickled me, catching every one of my
sensitive ribs.
It was like every last semblance of inhibition had been snuffed out - I
don't know what my body did but my mind went as dead as a kitten picked
up by the scruff of the neck.
3.
"Wha da heh..."
Wait. I didn't say that, I thought.
I was looking down at a baby between my legs in a bathtub. My mind was
foggy again but it was clearing faster this time. The baby was Josie -
the baby I was just moments ago. That meant...
I looked further down and sure enough, there were those perfect hints of
womanhood. I was still a girl... just a bigger girl... and at the back of my
mind... yes... my name was Katie. And something was going on between my legs
that I had never felt before. I needed some alone time badly. I couldn't
even do this in front of Josie.
The baby was staring up at me wide eyed. If I was Katie now I guess
Katie was in there wondering all the same things I'd been wondering
hours earlier.
I touched my little breasts. I had to get some alone time.
"Bathtime's over, Josie," I said, climbing out of the tub and lifting
her out. I dried her fast before setting about the more difficult task
of drying myself - it seemed like my body was one of those electronic
steady hand games... everywhere I touched myself was like touching the
most sensitive parts of my feet... my insides were jumping and I thought I
would pee any second. I instinctively wrapped the towel around me.
I thought for a moment before yelling, "mom, we're done!" carrying Josie
back through to the bedroom where I'd woken earlier. I lay her back down
on the bed, naked, struck only now from a new perspective by how perfect
she was. She still had that wide-eyed look on her face. Katie had said
she wished she was a baby again. I don't know how much she meant it but
she must have meant it a little for this to happen, right?
"Did you wash your hair?" mom said, walking in the room. I got it wet, I
thought - I think I got wet, I thought - but said, "yeh mom." That
twitch between my legs was driving me crazy.
"Mmmmm," mom oozed, pushing her face up against Josie's tummy and
blowing a raspberry, "clean baby smell."
"Mom," I said nervously, "I'm gonna go... do my homework?"
She looked a little shocked. I guess Katie wasn't the studying type. Oh
well.
"You OK...?" she replied, genuine concern on her face.
"Sure!" I smiled, feeling my cheeks turning into tomatoes.
I walked out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door a little
behind me. I had to find my room. I got it in three. As soon as I closed
the door behind me I let the towel go, feeling the air on every inch of
Katie's body as I made my way to the bed. I couldn't even wait that
long, my fingers were inside me... thrusting... I fell to my knees beside
the bed, felled by the feelings rushing through me.
There it was - what I couldn't feel as a baby... it wasn't like I
remembered it feeling with a penis but it was the same in its nature. It
was constant, all-consuming, and I knew, if I wanted it so, it could be
practically never-ending. At the back of my mind something suggested
this was maybe why I'd never been a girl to begin with. But I was a girl
now and at the front of my mind I knew that, at least this time, I
didn't want it to be never-ending... I wanted to feel what the ending felt
like. I rubbed more vigorously, struggling to keep the sounds coming
from my mouth quiet... with my other hand pinching my nipples... I knew when
it came I would lose myself again and who knew where or who I would wake
up as... but for now I was beyond caring...
4
Sophia closed her computer, looking toward me with a smirk that was
completely unreadable. I braced myself for the worst.
"Wow," she said.
"If you hate me I totally underst-"
"Joe, you know I wouldn't have married you if I ever thought I'd hate
you."
Silence. Uncomfortable silence.
"Just one question -" she finally said.
"Anything."
"You didn't really - you know - over Henry's pictures of Jamie did you?
I mean those were the pictures you meant, right? I saw them last night
on Facebook."
"Honestly? Something happened. They made me think what it would be like...
and that kind of led to it, yeh... but I wasn't looking at them while I
did it."
"I don't think you'd've given me this if you were... like that anyway...
but... I really didn't think you had this side to you Joe, I don't know
what to say... you'd really want that? The way it reads..."
She glanced down at the closed computer.
"I don't know, maybe for a day..." I laughed, "Why, do you have a genie's
lamp?"
"You could be my little girl," she looked at me with that smirk again. I
was getting a little less tense. This could've gone a lot worse.
"So you liked it?" I finally dared ask.
"I don't know 'liked' - it was certainly interesting. I guess it's like
you wrote - how can we really know that desire is in anybody until
something triggers it? It's not like we make it easy to talk about."
"Exactly," I said, as if I'd even understood what she just said before
she said it.
"There's no such thing as stories..." she faintly murmured.
"What?"
She stared at me, through me, weighing something, then finally said, "It
could use more of an ending I think. And I gotta tell you... there's a lot
you don't know... but then, that's how I know you're harmless..."
5
When I woke up the next morning I panicked immediately. Sophia was gone.
My head hurt - it'd taken more than a couple of drinks to build the
confidence to share my little story with her. I reached for the
ibuprofen in my bedside drawer.
"Of course -" my heart fluttered at the sound of Sophia's voice entering
the room, "there's only one way you could ever get all those things you
wanted..."
She saw the painkillers in my hand as she put a cup of coffee on my
nightstand, "oh you want some water for those? I'll get some."
"What do you mean?" I asked as she walked to the bathroom.
"Huh? Oh. You know - you wanted to be a baby then you wanted to be a
little girl and I sensed the little girl's desire to be a mommy might've
been yours too, right?"
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Well there's only one way you could have all those things - you'd have
to start from the beginning. Drink your coffee, the caffeine helps those
things go to your head."
I took a sip of my coffee. Either she was right or the jolt of caffeine
was all I really needed anyway to start clearing the throb up there. She
was smirking at me again, a little more dangerously if you ask me.
"That shouldn't take long, it was a pretty big dose. God I've always
wanted to watch this. I always thought it would be one of my exes but I
was never cruel enough."
"Sophia? What've you done?" I was feeling pretty funky and it was
getting worse.
"Yes. Definitely better done with love. Don't panic - it's just what you
wanted. You're not the only one with secrets."
She was pulling the bedsheet down, grabbing my penis. I was hard as a
rock.
"Sophia don't -" I didn't know why but I felt certain that if she made
me come that would be it - what ever "it" was.
"Don't be silly, darling, we have to do this or you won't have a baby
sister to play with!" she said, massaging my manhood. I couldn't take it
much longer.
"Let it go darling, you know you want it. Wanna be my little girl."
Oh that did it. I didn't know what was happening but Sophia saying those
words just made it impossible to resist. I let her work me further
towards climax but I was starting to feel numb like I'd imagined in the
story. On some distant level I was sort of impressed by how well I'd
described the feeling. On a much more tangible level...
I exploded. The most intense I'd ever felt - or ever would feel again -
down there... it was over in a flash.
"Good girl..." Sophia said, and I had the sense of her having collected my
fluids in a container, snapped shut. She continued to rub my softening
penis. I was again amazed by how much it felt like what I'd described -
like I'd imagined it would feel having my little penis rubbed inside a
wet diaper. I was too numb to even physically protest anymore.
"There... oh my god this is amazing, Joe... look..."
I had to look.
Her hand was stroking my penis but it seemed lost in a mess of fluids.
"I really didn't know if this would work..." she said, gazing in wonder at
my shrinking - no, vanishing - dick. She looked at me quite seriously,
"Honey, I hope you wanted this because it appears to be happening."
I was too fascinated to know for myself anymore if I wanted it. I mean,
I was curious, but did I want it for good? But the fact was it was
happening. She couldn't massage it anymore because there was nothing
more to massage. Instead she carefully pushed at the little nub that
remained. It gave way like an old milk bottle top and it didn't even
feel that strange because I'd imagined it so vividly already. In a
jarring shift of the atmosphere I realised we'd been so focussed on my
genitals neither of us had noticed the rest of me changing.
"Oh Joe, Jo, Josie..." she said, gently taking her hand away from my ever
changed crotch, "you're the cutest little thing I have ever seen and
you're mine."
She raised me up to her chest and I noticed her breasts had practically
doubled in size.
"You're all I ever wanted. And I promise you will never ever want for
anything ever again."
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