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This is a rewrite on the original story, there are a few more thousand words, lots of spelling correction, and so forth. I hope it adds to the enjoyment of the tail. More Mana Industries and their potion stories, things are not going well, a little more details on the overall story. This one is about William, who has a short coming and he tries to fix the problem with magic. Things do not work out. This is the first week of his new life. I have more planned for William and his group, I hope it works out. I wanted to say that one of the characters in the story is highly religious, I am not trying to insult anyone's religious beliefs, the character is based off of someone I knew, if you don't like her much then I did my job correctly. Again, no insult intended just a jerk character. Apologies to anyone that takes offense. Please do not be turned off of the story because of this one character, just muddle past her. Read and I hope enjoy, please write a review to tell me what you thing Mixing a Teen Potion (1.1) By Gypsy Friday - "Because it's ridiculous!" William yelled at his Mom, "I am seventeen years old and I have a dick that is smaller than your pinky!" His Mom did not cringe or pull back, she just looked at him with those stern eyes and said, "Honey, God made you-" "Fuck God, I am sick and fucking tired of people laughing at me in the locker room, and I am sick of girl's laughing at me-" She looked a little curious at that. "You have been with girls? Oh, honey tell me you wore a condom?" his Mom begged him. William buried his face into his hands in frustration, his Mom was skipping to that part where she got calm, and when she got calm she got stupid religious. William was not a tall seventeen year old, he was not handsome, he did have a belly- a few to many video game sessions, table top gaming, and a habit of drinking soda by the liter while he did anything at all and nothing at all. In the summer he did water ski, and swim, but not nearly enough to make an impact on his physical condition. Two years ago he had stopped going with his Dad and Uncle when they went deer hunting. He went camping about half the time that they went hunting however, usually when his cousin went with them. "Mom, please, I paid for it with my money," William begged putting out his hand, expecting to get what she was keeping from him. "You cursed at me, and at God," she pointed out. "I am sorry," he said directly to her, "now please, I paid for it with my own money. I want to have some fun at the lake. And, not feel like a joke if someone saw me, and I would be use to the added size when I got back to school. Please." She took a breath, annoyed at him. "You know your father has a little penis as well," she said, then removed the vial from her coat pocket and set it heavily in his hand, "the reason he never gave me an orgasm, and you can tell him I said that." William was not going to mention his father's dick, as he had seen it when they were changing their clothes the prior summer. His father had not been shy and it had not been small. William took the potion in hand. Drew had said that he had drank one of the potions and his penis had grown. His friend had not gone into details but he had said his penis was bigger all the way around and longer too. He looked at the purple liquid with golden flakes for a moment. It looked kind of like liquid soap in the way it moved. He uncorked it and sniffed at it. There was an odor but he could not place it, maybe flowers or something. "I do not like this, William, that is magic and God abhors magic," his mother said. William touched it to his lips and tilted it and his head back, any doubt that he had in his mind was gone when his Mom started preaching about how God hated magic. It took a moment, then William stumbled, doubling over. "Oh, shit," he said feeling his belly pull and twist. His mother watched him, cringing as her young son reacted to the pain of what he was going through. "Oh, fuck." He dropped to his knees. William wanted to cry out as his hair was being pulled, his scalp was burning. His hair turned blond and grew out two feet in two seconds. His skin burned like he was standing to close to a camp fire. His skin paled, tightened, and lost any rough texture. When his eyes changed color from hazel to blue he felt like his eyes were going to explode from his head. The bones of his body shift, shrank, popping and making indescribable noises. His body shortened, narrowed, the bone structure of his face softened. His light facial hair fell out, his legs, arms and private hair also fell out. In the twenty seconds it took William to reach this point he was mute, unable to scream. His Mom covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. "William-?" his Mom stepped towards him, but paused as he continued to change. William was on his knees trying to find the breath to scream as the pain racked his body. The nails of his fingers narrowed slightly and grew to a quarter inch in length. He stared at his hands as they hit the floor, trying to keep his face from following. He managed a single breath at about thirty seconds into the change when he felt his lungs burning. He coughed, choked and tried to spit but nothing came up. His vision narrowed, darkness threatened to invade, there was a feint whistling noise and the smell of blood in his nose. A small spasm went through his body as he felt something being sucked up inside him. He managed a whispered. "no," begging it to not leave him. He collapsed on the floor. William woke a moment later on the floor, his mother kneeling over him. "honey, don't move, I will call an ambulance." She started to step over and passed him but William sat up. William looking down at himself- at the two mounds under his Firefly tee shirt. He paused there. He pulled open the collar of his shirt and looked down. "Oh, God-" he said tears rolling from his eyes down his cheeks. His cargo shorts had fallen a little down his legs before he had fallen, because he had a bigger waist before the change, they had slowed at his hips. His Mom reached for his phone on the nightstand that was passed him- "No, Mom- no, you can't, people will know- please," he said; he begged. He touched his neck, surprised at the change in his voice, it sounded a lot different. "William-" "Please Mom, it's totally reversible, please Mom- you have to keep this a secret," William pleaded with her. She paused, looking at the girl sitting on her son's bedroom floor. There was a single bed on one wall, a desk near the foot of his bed under the large window, a small dresser next to that. There was a duel sliding door closet on the last wall and a dresser. Shelves that were on the walls held up his vitamins, and trinkets. A dirty clothes bin stood overloaded behind the door. "Mom- please," William begged, tears running from his pretty blue eyes, down his perfect famine cheeks, "they will have someone to me as soon as I call and tell them what happened. Please, Mom." "That potion changed you into a woman- a girl, a..." she was looking at him oddly, "a beautiful girl." William looked down at his legs, not quite sure what to make of this just yet, he realized he was most certainly in shock. "I can call them, they will send someone today, maybe tomorrow," he said looking at his hand holding a fist full of platinum blonde hair. "You are supposed to go with your father to the lake, what are you going to tell him?" she asked in a tone that said she thought he needed more help. "They will send a mage, one that teleports, and I will be back to myself in like an hour," William looked down at himself then at her, "please, Mom." "And, if they cannot send you a mage in an hour?" she asked, "it is Friday." "I'm sick-" "It's Easter break honey-" "Mom, I am not leaving this house like this," William pleaded, "now stop. Please, help me." His Mom exhaled and dropped her shoulders. "God is punishing you for mastur-" "I know," William said looking down at himself, "God, I am so sorry, you get me out of this and I will never look at another porno again." His mother almost laughed at that. "You should pray, you should ask for forgiveness for your sins," she said as she closed her eyes, taking them off her son. William grabbed his bed and pulled himself up, pausing at the touch of his breasts against the back of his arm. He looked at his chest, then touched the front of his shirt softly with his hands- "Oh, William- stop that," his Mom said shaking her head. "I am really a girl-?" he asked her, looking from her to his chest, groping the two mounds. William suddenly realized something and raised his shirt, then lowered it quickly and with a little shock. "Oh, fuck, oh, mother fucking, son of a bitch- I am really a girl," he said then got up, pulling up his shorts as he moved, and hurried into the bathroom. He stopped at the vanity and looked at the blonde haired young woman there, larger than normal breasts, long straight platinum blonde hair, late teens, perfectly beautiful face, blue eyes, shorter then William's normal five foot eight by at least six inches, and slimmer than his normal one hundred eighty pounds. His belly was fat, his new one was flat, narrow waist. Impossibly narrow. William raised his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror, at his big breasts and narrow waist. He backed up to the wall, eyes wide, using the wall to keep him up. "No, no, this isn't happening, I am not a woman. I can't be a woman... I don't want to be a woman..." "William-?" His Mom stepped into the bathroom doorway. "William." William pushed his face into his hands- a stranger's hands and face, he let out a scream of frustration and fear. "No, no, I can't- God please, no!" His Mom stepped up to him and hugged him. It was nearly thirty minutes before he stopped crying and another fifteen before he spoke. "I need clothes, and I need to call Mana Industries, and call- no, text Dad, tell him I lost my voice and I am really sick," he nodded. "I will get you clothes, but we should find out how long this is going to last before we spend a lot of money on this," his Mom said wiping the dried tears from her own face. William agreed with a nod. "Please, don't tell anyone." She nodded once, like when he asked her not to tell anyone about catching him with the lotion, a towel, and a skin magazine. He was sure she had said nothing to anyone. And, she never said anything about him locking his bedroom door and staying inside for a long time even though she knew what he was doing. They were back in William's room. William sat on the edge of his bed, in fear, his heart pounding as it had for some time at nearly double the normal rate. "I need to call, I need to tell Dad, and I need..." William moved back further onto his bed, curled tighter into a ball, wrapping his arms about his legs. "I need my phone and the paperwork that came with it- where is that?" His Mom went to where she had opened the package and found the slip of paper, it was one of those pages that was two feet or so square, with lots of folds and it had a dozen languages in small print. She took it to William. William watched his Mom go, he did not know what to do, he was scared- no, he was beyond any scared he had ever been, and wanted just to wake from the nightmare that was his life right now. When his Mom returned he grabbed his cell phone off the night stand where it was charging. He unplugged it and started texting- 'Dad, I was really looking forward to the lake, but I have caught something and lost my voice. I have a fever, and stuffed up as well. I am so sorry, I was really looking forward to this. If I feel better I will get to the lake somehow. I love you.' He started to send it then showed his Mom- she read it then nodded. "you should take Lucas or get Lucas to give you a ride to the lake. Your father is a lying, cheating, piece of Satan crap, but he is your father and I know you love him- why? I do not understand, but-" "Mom," William demanded that she stop, then he sent the text. He searched the paper his Mom had brought him and found a phone number, he dialed it, and started working his way through the longest phone tree in the history of phone trees, as he skimmed over the paper. "French, Russian, Arabic, German," he muttered as he identified some of the languages, others he had no idea what they were. His Mom took a breath, heard her phone ringing and went to the living room to get it and to answer it. It was her cheating, worthless, ex-husband who was calling, she picked it up, and answered. "hello-?" she tried to throw a stuffy nose sound into her voice and a very clear tired sound. "Ronda-?" "Bill-?" "Is William okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. She did not believe his concern, the man lied about everything, and could not be relied upon at all to do anything. "He's sick, we are both sick, he has lost his voice," she said, downplaying the sick now, "can't talk very well, he wanted to go," she coughed a few more times, "I need to go to the store. You should go to the lake. I suggested that Lucas go with him to join you, if he gets to feeling better later in the week." "Thanks, Ronda," he said. "Go to hell, you piece of shit," she snarled at him, then hung up, wishing someone would create an app that allowed ex-husbands to hear the phone slam down hard. "Lord, forgive me for lying to that piece of shit, I am sorry, but William does not need that on him," she said to the ceiling. "Oh, and I... I will let you judge him for his sins, and I know you will cast him down in whatever direction you deem necessary." She returned to William to find him still working the phone tree. "I think this might take a little time," his Mom said. "I will get you some clothing, did you want anything in particular?" "Mom, please, this will be over in no time," he said, then thought aloud, "I shouldn't have told Dad I couldn't make it." "William-? An hour or a day, or three days, all are possible, you need clothing-" "Come on, dammit, just get me to a fraking person," he muttered pushing his hand into his hair across his scalp, "please, come on, faster." "William!" He looked at his mother, she was right, this could last longer than a day and he could not wear his clothes. "Shorts, and I think I am gonna need a bra," he said letting his legs open a little, so that his Mom could see him ample breasts. She went and found a cloth tape measure then had William stand, as he worked through the phone tree. She told him about the call with his father, putting a little embellishment to make herself seem the better person and how mean he was to her. All the while she measured his height, floor to waist, around his waist, under his breasts- "Take in a breath and push your chest out," she said to him. He did as he was told, she held the tape about his chest, her brow frowned and she went back to her notes. Arms and legs, thighs and neck, and chest again. A few minutes after she was done she left. William stayed on the phone for ten more minutes before he got to the message leaving. "my name is William Bayer Junior, I ordered a potion from you guys to help my shorter than normal status, and you guys sent me a potion that turned me into a girl-" The system beeped and a mechanical voice said, "System full, please try again during normal business hours." "No! No! I am stuck like this, you have to come, you have to fix this," he pleaded with the phone but he was disconnected. William sat on the edge of the bed and cried. It took his a long while to get his emotions back in check. He took a couple breaths and put his hands on his head, then dialed the number again. It was busy. He tried again, and again. Eight times. On the tenth try he got through but a long pause disconnected him. He dropped his phone on the bed and wept in fear. He tried twice more before giving up. "This can't be happening," he said to the end of his bed. "I can't- wait, this is a curse- no, that is gaming bullshit this is real magic, besides healers can't dispel magic and remove curses and- what am I going to do?" An hour passed before William rose, he looked into his shirt at the two breasts there, bowed his head a little and took a breath. He was short enough that his XL shirt could act as a dress. He was a little startled at how small he was- shorter by somewhere around six inches, and he guessed that he was seventy pounds lighter. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. He had to pee, but was not sure how a girl used the toilet other then they sat. He pushed down the shorts (and briefs) he had been holding up without unbuttoning them, kicking them aside, then lowered the seat and sat down- lifting his shirt. He tried to relax but he felt weak and weird, and embarrassed. He dropped his face into his hands, took a couple breaths then let out a breath. His belly hurt because he had to pee, least he hoped he had to pee. The urine flowed fast and in a jet stream, splattering against the inside of the toilet, he angled his hips, but he was wet- legs, ass, female parts all of it was wet, he even saw that he's gotten some on the seat between his legs. The urine flowed for almost a full minute so hard it felt like he was injecting a water hose into the toilet. When he was done he sat there thinking about what to do. Finally, he took off his shirt, and tossed it to the shorts and underwear. He was totally naked. He looked at his chest and the alien thing between his legs... A few minutes like that he reached over he turned on the water in the tub then got up and stepped into the shower, curtain closed he turned on the shower. He looked at his naked body- it was weird to him how flat his belly was, how slim and narrow his body was, and how big his tits were. He stood there with the water running over his lower body, his heart racing, his mind dead and confused in an eternal loop of confusion. William had been with one girl- Vanessa Cane, a couple of dates and they had started getting busy. She had been willing, but when he stuck his dick in her she looked at him with this strange 'you are kidding me look' that killed her interest. She let him finish, never made a noise, until she asked, "Are you done?" He pulled from her and removed the condom, feeling weak and less of a man then ever. They barely spoke, and he left. They spoke once the next day when she laughed at him and told him. "Get lost, shorty." A couple weeks later, Diane Ivor asked him out on a date. Diane was prettier then Vanessa, slimmer, and with a nicer smile. They went to the movies and to dinner at a fast food place. They were done with the meal when she reached over and started feeling him under the table. She chuckled and said, "She was right, you have a little dick." He stared at Diane for a moment then got up and left her sitting there. It was not the most gentlemanly thing to do, but in that moment she was a whore and he did not feel that he needed to treat her like anything else. It was no secret in the showers of the locker room that he had a little dick, but it had not gotten out from there. Girls told girls and guys confirmed, guys followed their girl's examples and he could feel the mockery everywhere. Now... now he had no dick, and big tits, and the best body at school. He ran his hands over his chest, fondling his chest a long moment, then stopped and moved his hands down his ribs and belly. He actually had a six pack, and muscles. Fear pushed him to start shaking again, then he started crying. He could take having his short dick every day of the rest of his life if no one found out about this. He would be the laughing stock of school, and the worst part was he really wanted to play with his body but he was terrified of what it would feel like. William shut off the shower without getting his hair wet. He took up a towel and dried then grabbed his shirt- he paused at the sight of the urine on the toilet and the urine on the floor. "how the fuck did I do that?" He knelt down, using toilet paper to wipe up the moisture, doing his best to keep his long hair out of the way and off the floor was hard to do. After everything was dry he took the sanitizing wipes from under the sink and wiped the floor. All the while he got distracted by his swaying breasts, but did not touch them only stared at them. Washing his hands at the sink he watched himself in the mirror. He was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. It did not hit him for a few moments of his staring that he was changed into a female, that he had lost his manhood, and gained a female anatomy. "And, I am really beautiful," he said, gathering his annoying hair up and pulling it back. Seeing how big reaching back over his shoulders made his breasts look William clenched his fists in frustration and screamed at the image in the mirror. "You fuckin' idiot!" he screamed at himself. "Couldn't just live with the fucking ridicule now you have tits and a fuckin' pussy!" He turned to slam the wall beside the open door but stopped himself from slamming his fists into the wall, he wept. After a moment he decided that the cold sheet rock wall was nice to feel on his breasts but it was doing something weird to his nipples and making him feel weird. * When Ronda entered her house she half expected to find William on the living room floor with a camera and her sex toys. But instead she found him sitting on his bed, a new shirt on, a damp towel on the edge of the bed. She knew what he had done- he had tried to pee and did not rotate his hips back far enough, and peed on the seat and splattered his legs and floor. She ran her hand over William's beautiful platinum blonde hair. He looked up at her with those pretty blue eyes. She exhaled- it had been far too long since she had been with a woman- Bible camp when she was twenty two. She and two other counselors had made for the trees and bush a couple nights a week. That had been eighteen years ago. She had repented for those sins, it did not mean that she did not want it again. It was not that Bill had not tried to get her to have a threesome with one of his whores, he was always trying to do that, but no, everyone knew that God intended for it to be man and woman, not woman and woman and man, or man, man, and woman or two of the same sex. So she pushed those feeling aside and prayed to God for the strength to suppress those feelings as the Devil's influence on her. That was why she had never gone back to a woman, that and Bill getting her pregnant. She took the towel and went to check on the bathroom. She missed Bill, he was so good with his mouth. Better than any vibrator. He had known that he had a short dick and used what he had to compensate. If anything he overcompensated, which was exactly what she needed without her girlfriends (how she missed those girls). To get his satisfaction he would put his dick into her, but that did nothing for her so he would take and put on a hollow strap on and pound her until he came into it. When he wanted to feel more then the plastic around his dick she would let him take her from behind, she had not known about assgasms until their third time. She liked the feel of those, they were different from sex, but they made her feel dirty, so she had him do it in the shower. They had made a good pair in bed, though he wanted sex a lot more then she was willing to give it. Bill masturbated often- she was sure it was about two or three times a week, plus their sex, twice a month. Maybe Bill's frequency of masturbating was why she had blown up on William that time... she hated to think about what that boy was going to do with that female body if he was masturbating two and three times a day seven days a week as a boy- maybe it was that much, sure seemed that way. She would have to do something about that... she smiled thinking that at least they would save money on lotion. She decided that William needed to pray more, get past his need for masturbating, his need for sex. It had not worked for Bill but it did work for her... About once a year or more Bill would ask about a threesome, or hint at it. She would resist, and he would look disappointed. She always found it odd how good he was at talking to others, getting them to do what he wanted... most people anyway. She never fell under his spell. She wondered how many women there were in his past. Dozens? Did William have a more sisters or a brother out there somewhere? Surely that short dick could hit something, it had hit her eggs somehow from inside a plastic tube or from her ass. She never remembered having unprotected sex with him. Now Bill was married to a woman half his age, just a couple years older than William. They had had a baby just after his wife's nineteenth birthday. Rachel was the baby's name. He could give his new wife a girl but not Ronda, well she had a girl now, but she was not truly a girl, but rather a magical transformation of her son. The bathroom was relatively clean so she went to do some wash, and get some food going. She took the shorts and shirt with her. Finding nothing in the shorts, she placed them in the appropriate baskets for color, and material, than decided what needed washing and started a load. She tried to think kind, pure thoughts, of Bill and his whore, but she could not, esp. when she started doing the math. She found out about the whore's pregnancy just thirty two weeks before the bastard child was born... well, they were divorced before she found out. Bill and his whore had managed to get married before the child was born but with only about six weeks to spare and no blessing from her parents... Bill had been cheating on her, he claimed that it was just Krista that he was having relations with, and that there was never another, and that they had only started a relationship after he and Ronda's marriage was done. She had seen this Krista- young, pretty, a cheerleader in high school, college bound until she got pregnant. According to William she was in community college working on a psychology degree or something, but she doubted a woman of that beauty had the intelligence or drive to do anything other than give oral sex and take an ass pounding from that little dick. Ronda hated to suck on Bill's dick, but she missed his mouth on her. She felt herself readying, and purred a little, promising herself some time with her vibrator later. She had once done a search for Krista on the internet and found a video of a girl that looked a lot like her having sex with three men at once. It was a disgusting video. She had tried to figure out if it was her, but after a half dozen viewing she gave up on it. Once in a while she would watch it again, but only to figure out if it was Krista. That girl was so pretty and Krista was a whore. She paused for a prayer, it was not right- she knew that, to think ill of another like that, but a whore was a whore and God knew. She took a long breath and said a few more prayers, reminding herself that the whore of Babylon would get her just when she passed and no amount of church or praying would make amends for what she had done. * William was only a little aware of his Mom when she had come in, he was afraid that she would want to pray with him or something, he hated religion because of her. At least she wasn't preaching about Nephilim and that conspiracy crap anymore. He had broken her of that crap. And, her addiction to that stupid news- bigot channel- When she was gone he stayed on the edge of his bed for a bit longer, then he got up and went to his lap top. He grabbed a post it note and put that over the camera then turned the computer on. Research, he found that a lot of guys had been changed into women, a few warned of the color difference in the potions; it was a clear warning that guys should check the potion's color. Everyone that had made it through to Mana Industries said that Monday was as early as anyone could get to them, and that they had seven days before the potion was permanent and the potion could only be reversed by another potion that would not guarantee a return to a man's normal form. There was a mention that a simple magical dispelling would end the transformation. One guy said that Mana Industries had hired up all the freelance mages, and that on a normal day a dispelling was several thousand dollars- cash, up front, but Mana Industries was footing the bill. Another said that he had heard M.I. was demanding payment before the dispelling. One poster said that sex with a man had ended his transformation. A guy that responded to his post a couple hours later said that sex with a man had not ended his transformation and he wanted to kick the first guy's ass. There were plenty of posts that were of no use. William decided that he would take none of them as fact, instead he would take them as gospel (because to him- gospel was a lie). A few of those that posted said that Mana Industry's system was down, that the automated system had stopped taking messages. William posted that he had been on the phone when it had abruptly ended, and that he could no longer get through the phone tree. Someone posted the phone tree number pattern to get to the message system. William wrote down the number pattern of the phone tree to make sure he had that to get to a live person on Monday. "Willie-?" a chat box appeared on his screen. He pushed his hands into his face, he could not talk to Lucas right now. He pushed his hair back from his face- it was so long, and platinum blonde like no other woman he had ever seen. His best friend was Lucas, they had been friends for a long time. They were close, like two brothers. It was weird at times, it almost felt gay the way they hung out together. They didn't hug or kiss or hold hands or anything, but they would talk and end each other's sentences and laugh at silent jokes because they knew what the other was thinking. "Willie- you are supposed to be with your Dad, what are you doing?" Lucas asked. Lucas was pretty much the only person that William allowed to call him Willie. When they were serious it was Luke and Will. "Dad has to work, trip cancelled, can I go to the Lake with you? Dude-? You there?" William closed the chat, and exited out of the program. He was shaking, and really lost. He was so scared, there was no fear like this in his memory anywhere or at any time. William's Mom had her hands on his shoulders, he turned and wrapped his arms about her, and she started praying. It was not much more than a minute before William's annoyance level hit 'get the fuck out,' levels and he got up and moved from the room, wiping his face. He hated the religion, the Sunday morning arguments about church, the week night screaming matches about Bible study, and the arguments about his gaming. Those had ended when she shut up and sat and watched the guys play. The group had been serious that day, and focused. She had asked a few questions an hour into the session and he thought she would ask to join them, but she didn't when she found out that God was many Gods and Jesus was not a son of anyone. She had liked only the fact that it was educational and enforced reading, math, imagination, and team work. William headed for the kitchen, his stomach felt empty and he needed to eat. As he walked down the hall he smoothed the shirt to his thighs, it was just long enough to each past his rear. His hands were shaking when he stepped into the kitchen, his Mom was not following him close enough to see him feel his ass cheeks. His ass was round and firm, and hard. It felt so very nice in his hands. He could feel the panic rising in him again, so he stopped. His Mom followed him into the kitchen. "Prayer is-" "God is not going to help me with this, Mom," William said bent over into the refrigerator. Ronda paused at the sight of that perfect little ass, and the hairless lips that begged for her to kiss them and- She closed her eyes, reminding herself that the girl was her son, and that he was not comfortable and he needed her help as well as the Lords. She prayed for the strength to not want or need a woman's touch, that she was a woman and a woman should only be touched by a man. How she wanted to kiss those lips, to taste her juices and feel the warmth of her thighs on her cheeks. "Mom-! Stop praying! It does nothing-" Williams tone was more defiant then normal as of late, her father had told Ronda to give him some room or she would alienate her son. She and her Father saw eye to eye on most things. Ronda was one of six children, all but one was a child of the Lord, and so her father must have known something. "The Lord hears my prayers and gives us strength-" "He doesn't care!" William was in her face, yelling up at her. 'He is so short now,' she realized, 'he was five eight, and now he must be five two.' Normally, they were eye to eye. She was thirty pounds lighter than he was before the change, but now she was forty or fifty pounds more. Her hair dark like his though longer, and his hazel eyes were her's which were her father's. They looked nothing a like now. Today was Friday, it was hot, and she was not at work (Friday before Easter Sunday) so she was in a dress, and sandals to stay cool. She wore no panties to keep herself cooled off. William was off too, school seldom observed religious holidays, but the education board understood that Christens of good faith would observe their Lord's resurrection with a day off on Friday. Her father warned her that she and her teenage son would be at odds because William was a teen. He had also told her that it did not matter if he was a believer or not, he would defy her and the best thing she could do was pick her battles and listen. She could never pick the right battles it seemed; she always picked the fights that she could not win as her battle ground, that was her error. "He does, now please, stop-" "-pushing your beliefs on me? Bullshit," William snapped at her. He was frustrated and scared, and it was bubbling up and he was losing control. "I don't want to pray, I don't care to, I see it as a waste of time, church is a waste of time-" Ronda wanted to explode on William to demand he take back his words, but she felt the Lord's hand, and through her father's voice she spoke words that she knew her father would say. "Please, William, I am sorry. I love you, I am trying to help in the only way I know how. I will not pray in front of you until this is over." "Great another reason to keep the tits," William said then turned back to the counter to fix himself something, but he noticed the oven was on. 'Only my Mother would heat the house up on a day where its almost a hundred degrees outside,' he kept that to his inner dialog. "I am heating two chicken pot pies," she said, hoping that the change in subject would change his attitude. William stood at the counter, she could see the bubbling anger in him. Like her own temper, William was frustrated and scared, feeling alone. She wanted to hold him and tell him that it was okay, but she was the focus of his anger, had been for months, and now this... this was a breaking point for him. William could feel this alien body that he controlled and he just wanted to scream and yell, and- Ronda stepped up to him, touching his shoulder, he snapped away, looking at her like he might hit her, but he didn't, he just stared at her. 'He is like a scared wounded animal, backed into a corner with no one to help him,' she realized, holding her hands up a little to let him know she was not a threat. 'Lord give me the strength, this girl is my son and I want to kiss her, to feel her breasts on my face and her legs on his cheeks, and her silk on my tongue,' she pleaded silently. "Five minutes, you can't stop praying for five fuckin' minutes?" William yelled at her then turned and left the kitchen, his bedroom door slammed. * Ronda brought him a bowl, fork, and a short pile of clothes with a note inside the clothes. William opened the door when she knocked. He accepted the items and said, "Thanks." But that was all, he was still too angry to say more than that. He set the clothes aside and ate. He was starving. The bowl was empty in a few moments. He set the bowl near the door, hoping that he would remember to take it with him when he left the room. Briefly he wondered about empting his bowels, and how that would work. He sat for a little while on the edge of the bed, his body curled into a tight ball shaking. Before the transformation he could not have wrapped his arms about his shins, but now he could. After a long while he uncoiled the ball he had wrapped himself in, a little curious he folded his legs into lotus position- something he had tried once on a dare and not been able to do. It was not comfortable, but he could do it with relative ease. He put his feet on the floor and forced himself to move, to get up and move to the clothes. He looked through the clothes- a bra, two panties, shorts, a pair of pants, and two shirts. The note that she had left said, "I am sorry, I am being insensitive to you and your beliefs during a time when you need support and love. I need the Lord to give me strength and I know you too will find strength in that support as well. Just know that I love you, and I am here to support you. Mom." He dropped the note on his desk. It annoyed him that she could dodge so easily around his wants and needs to bring her own back and make it appear that she had done little wrong. She... she was bull headed, she would say she was wrong, she would apologize, but it never felt real to him. William looked at the clothes, the panties were a thin material, so thin he could almost see through them. There was a slightly thicker material where his... his female... privates would sit in the panties, but only a little thicker. He sat, elbows on his knees holding the back of his head, his hair draped about his head. "Please, end this, please, please," he begged. If it was a prayer then it was a prayer, because he had no idea who else he could be begging to release him from this terrible stupid curse. After a few minutes he pulled on the panties. They were tight and comfortable. He felt the way his ass filled them out and got depressed again. He took off his shirt, then sat there on the edge of his bed looking at his free hanging breasts. He took them into his hands, holding them, they spilled out of his hands... He pondered how they felt in his hands and how he felt feeling hands on his breasts, it was alien and strange, and beyond his comprehension. He pressed them together, then let them fall. He wiggled back and found quickly and watched them sway and move. He bounced on his toes and watched them bounce as well, then something snapped in him and he sat back down. William pushed at his eyes with his palms, trying to force the tears from falling, to force the fear back inside. It was all interesting to him, but the body was not his and he was terrified of what it meant and where it could go if he did not get changed back. He put the bra straps over his shoulders and hooked it in the back. It was a simple thing to do, he moved the cups until they were not pinching him, then had to remove it and adjust the straps, then put it back on. Shorts and a shirt. He felt better being clothed and went out to apologize to his Mom for being a douche bag. Lucas was standing in his living room talking to his Mom. William paused, he had no idea what to do or say. Lucas' eyes about jumped out of his head when he saw William. "Oh, Erica, is William okay?" his Mom asked, she sounded a little stuffed up, and gave a little cough there at the end of her question. "Ahh- ya," William answered, "he's..." His Mom gave him that wide eyed look for a tenth of a second and William remembered that he was supposed to be sick and that he was not William. "ahh- he's sleeping," he said, then stepped closer to Lucas. "Lucas- this is my niece, Erica, she was supposed to be spending the week with me, but with William being sick and-" Lucas moved towards William. "Hi, I'm Lucas, you are amazingly beautiful. Where do you go to school?" Lucas took his hand and held it like they were shaking hands, but they did not shake, just held hands. "Mmm- ahh." William was stuck and lost, his best friend was hitting on him, was staring into his eyes like he had never done, and it was creeping William out, but he had no idea what to do or say to end the interaction. 'Dam, he is tall!' William thought as he looked up at his friend, knowing that Lucas was only five ten (two inches taller than William). Lucas was far from what anyone would say was a lady's man, in fact he had had fewer girlfriends then William and never had sex with anyone that William knew of. The last time that Lucas and William's Dad had talked they had struck up a conversation about women and pick up lines and how to talk to them. William's Dad had encouraged Lucas to talk to the next female he found of interest, told him to speak kindly, be interested, don't talk about himself to much, and avoid staring. It was creepy to see the words in action from the wrong side. "Interesting school name." Lucas smiled a little. "Can I take you to coffee or lunch?" "Lucas- Erica just ate, and she has been helping me take care of William," Ronda interrupted him, "who is sick and might be contagious." "How is William? Sick enough to keep him from the week with his Dad?" Lucas said looking towards the hallway then back at William. 'He keeps looking at me- he is looking at my tits, when he thinks I am not noticing,' William thought. 'Please, God, I could use some help here.' There was a knock on the door. 'Thank you,' William thought, 'about dammed time you gave me a break.' Ronda gave William a look, and a look at Lucas and a nod to the door. William misunderstood. "I'll get it," he said. Lucas moved passed him, William opened the door, and Lucas disappeared down the hallway. Ronda looked after Lucas then at the front door, not sure where to go or what to do when she saw her ex-husband standing there. "Da- Uncle Bill," William had started to say 'Dad' but managed to say 'Uncle Bill' instead. 'Not helping, God,' William thought, 'not fucking helping at all.' "I came to see William," Bill said, looking at William- a little wide eyed, "see if he needs anything. I'll only be here a moment. "Where's William?" Lucas asked them. "Oh, shit," William said looking from his Dad to his best friend. "What-?" his Dad was confused. "Where is William?" Bill asked his ex-wife as he looked at William then at Ronda. Bill was inside, the door closed behind him. "Who is she-?" Lucas asked indicating to William. William wanted to retreat to his room, but Lucas was in the way. "Mom-?" "William-!" "William-?" Bill and Lucas asked as one as they looked at William in confusion. Both of them were staring blankly at him. "I panicked," William admitted to his Mom. "Wait- what-?" Bill asked looking about the room. "Bill. Lucas. William took a potion to enhance his manhood," his Mother said without the nasal act or the cough. "Wha-?" Bill looked at the beautiful girl that his ex-wife said was his son, he did not see his son in her eyes, posture, anywhere. "Whow- Willie finally did something about his Willie." "Shut up Lucas," all three of them said. "Sorry," Lucas retreated a step. It took Lucas a second. "oh, whow- no, not cool, I did not... I knew I was playing along, I totally was not fooled," Lucas said to William. "Totally punking you... really." "Shut up Lucas," Bill said stepping up to William. William looked up at his Dad, not just inches shorter then him, but about two thirds of a foot shorter now. "Dad, I wanted to go, I bought the potion to make my... bigger, and I- it wasn't the potion, it was one that changed me into this and-" Bill took William into his arms. "Son, it's okay, whatever you chose in life, I am good with, you are mine, boy or girl. I am sorry, I called you son, it might take me a little while to get use to-" "NO! God, no," William shoved back, "you think I wanted to be a girl?" His Dad was staring at him holding William at arm's length. Bill was clearly confused as to what William was telling him. "It was a potion mix up, they put the wrong one in my box and- shut up, Lucas!" William pointed at him as he yelled. Bill dropped is hands to his side, watching the beautiful girl that was his son. Lucas tried to not smile, but he did. "Sorry, but you said-" "Lucas, please, zip it," Bill told him. "William- this was an accident in packaging, I understand, that happens with things. So you did not want to be a girl?" Bill knelt a little to be face to face with this beautiful girl. "No, God this has been the worst day ever." William covered his face with his hands. "I just wanted the kids at school to stop laughing at my short dick. Okay?" "Like you did in high school," Ronda told her ex. Bill glanced at her but said nothing to her. Lucas admired that about Bill- he had stopped arguing, what Lucas did not know- it was because he had stopped caring about her opinion. "I am so Facebooking thi-" Ronda grabbed Lucas' hand before he could grab his phone off his side. "they will never find the body, Lord help me find the strength to silence this boy." "Oww- wow, you have a grip," Lucas was looking at Ronda, he saw a look in her eyes that scared him, "you are hurting me." "Ronda- not helping," Bill said to his ex-wife. Ronda let go of Lucas. "Neither is your presence. Now you will go tell that whor-" "Mom- not now," William said to his Mom, feeling uncomfortable because everyone was elevating the emotions in the room and it was all because of him. Ronda gave her ex-husband a nasty look that he seemed to ignore. "Lucas, clearly this is not something we- William's closest family were told, only his Mother- probably because she was there or found him. William is embarrassed, we have to respect him," Bill took a breath and let it out, "You are in the middle of something huge, and we need you to help, show how much you love William, respect him, and be his friend- he needs you. Show your friend how good of a friend you can be." Lucas looked at the girl that was so beautiful, saw nothing of his friend, but still he nodded. "Anything you need." William looked at his friend- shorter than his Dad by a couple inches, taller than William's former self by an inch, he was slimmer then he had a right to be as a soda addict, and a fast food junkie. Lucas was not what one would say was handsome, he wore glasses and his face needed a dermatologist to tend to his chronic break outs. He wore his running shoes, shorts, and tee shirt because it was nearly ninety five degrees outside. Bill was ready for the lake- swim trunks, sandals, tank top, sunglasses, and his ever present baseball cap. He was just about six foot tall, in good shape for a man just south of forty, he had been handsome in his youth and as he aged he maintained that appearance with a growth in wisdom and kindness. "What did you need, William?" Bill asked him. "You to tell everyone that I can't show, I am sick, and that you saw me, and that I am not well, and I should be better by Monday or Tuesday," William said to his Dad, his hands back to his side uncomfortably, then crossed under his breasts then back at his side. His Dad nodded. "can do. Is there anything else?" William shook his head at his Dad. William was lost, but his Dad knowing was somehow comforting. His Dad was wise and intelligent, though like most he had his moments. "What about me?" Lucas asked. "The same, I am staying in the house, I don't want people seeing me like this," William said with a slight gesture that all took as 'not sure there is any way for you to help.' "Makes since," Bill told him, "come on, Lucas." William paused then stepped up to his Dad, hugging him. "thanks," he said. Bill held this stranger for a long moment, then said, "I love you, kid." Lucas, who had never hugged William in all of the days of their life, took his friend into his arms and hugged him too. William could have died from embarrassment, and this violation of the bro boundary was uncomfortable to him, but he understood and was thankful because he really needed the support. They parted with only William feeling weird. "Get some rest, William," his Dad said then he opened the door. Lucas left first. His Mom and him alone once again. William felt a little better that his Dad and best friend would cover for him. "Did you need anything?" his Mom asked. "A mage with a Greater Dispel Magic and a caster level high enough to make the DC," he said. "What-?" "Nothing," William shook his head a little. "William- I need to speak to you about hygiene," his Mom said. "What-?" William was confused, had he not cleaned up well enough after the pee incident? "Your... girl parts... when you urinate, you should dry yourself, use at least four sheets of TP for that," she said, "once works for me, but you might feel the need to do it twice." "Oh, God," William groaned, not wanting to be part of this conversation. "William- do not bring God into this unless you wish to hear me pray, now please pay attention." "After your Constitution, you should wipe normally, do not go from the front, but always- always, front to back with every motion," she told him. "Got it, Mom, thanks," William said trying to end the conversation, "been wiping my own but for well over a decade." "I wash your underwear, you could use some pointers," she said in all seriousness. He felt a little more embarrassed. "Lastly, do not put anything inside yourself that has not been cleaned and can't be retrieved, you might be tempted. If you do get something stuck, say something, I will help you, I won't judge," his Mom said looking a little odd to William. 'Ya, right, won't judge, and the sky isn't blue, and stars aren't distance suns,' he thought. "Ya, not going to happen there, Mom, thanks. Conversation is over," he said then turned trying to figure out what to do next. His Mom inhaled and let it out. She wanted to say more, talk about periods, and birth control, and such, but things were not looking right for that. And besides, William was hoping to be changed back very soon. She watched the back of the girl's head, closed her eyes and prayed for William, prayed for strength and speed, and asked for forgiveness for him when he used magic to alter what God had given him. She understood that he was punishing William, but asked to end the punishment because he was a good person and he had learned his lesson. William was on the couch a full hour, staring into space before he went over and picked up a game controller, and turned the TV and system on. He sat on the floor playing video games for the rest of the day, breaking only for dinner. His Mom said nothing to him other than to tell him when dinner was ready. She even did the cleanup and dishes for him. It was late when his Mom said, "It's bed time." He was pretty well spent so he did not argue. He saved the present game and shut everything down, shutting off the lights and went into his bedroom. He paused there, thinking about his present condition, then he went into the bathroom and relieved himself for the second time all day- he was more careful this time, and made no mess. Brushed his teeth, and stared at himself for a good long while. He took up a hair brush and worked it through his hair, down over his breast, then down his back, but the hair was to long so he pulled it forward and brushed it down over his breast. He tried to not think, he tried to just do, but his brain was getting the better of him and he started needing to do something. Back into his room he found Mana Industries web site and their email address and sent them an email, but it bounced back, saying that their mailbox was full. William had never heard of such a thing, how could a little corner of the internet be full? He achieved the email, and tried a fresh email from a different account, it too bounced back. He searched and found a message board about Mana Industries products- it was flooded with similar experiences. Lots of confusion and fear. Most of the guys were mad, some okay with it, almost all of them were less than twenty four hours into the experience. There was a guy that had spent the prior weekend and a wedding as a woman, he had some suggestions for dealing with people aka "friends" that involved flirting and video recording it to use as black mail when one's "friends" tried to make fun of you later. "Those aren't friends," William muttered. There were lots of guys that had noticed the color difference in the potions and had saved themselves the heart ship of being changed. Some of them had put the potions up for sale. Each was worth up to a couple million dollars as they were tailor made- blonde, red head, short, tall, big or little breasts, ethnic appearance, and so forth. Just looking at the potion told you nothing, so buying it without the design papers was a crap shoot. William checked their website and found the gender changing potion and went through the design process- Five two, a hundred five pounds, long blond hair, blue eyes, D cup breasts, apparent age eighteen, he did not recall the measurements his Mom had taken but guessed on that, and facial type. Beauty scale one to ten- he went with a nine, knowing he was a ten. Then he clicked on the estimated price and was shocked- two point five million! He put his new face into his hands and sat there a long while. He had a two and a half million dollar body and he would trade it for a ten dollar body in a heartbeat. He ran through the creation of his own body- dark hair, hazel eyes, handsome from one to ten- four, five eight, an unconditioned one hundred eighty pounds, tanned skin, seventeen years old, and a few other personal markers including birthmarks and scars and such. One hundred fifty thousand dollars. William sat still holding his head in his hands, feeling like less then worthy of living. A couple deep breaths, his pushed his hair back, and pulled it over his shoulder so it hung down the left side of his chest. Back to the message boards he found a single rep from the company who tried to reassure the men that the situation was under control and that everyone would be righted if they did as told. "... stay away from mana sources and mana draining areas and items, as that can alter the seven days, and do not take any other potions, or use any other magic items..." there were more tidbits of information but William was thinking about the house he lived in, it was a mile from a lay line. Was that to close? He went to his Mom's room, noticing the time was just after two, she would be pissed. "Mom-?" he whispered from the doorway. His Mom stirred. "Mom-?" he whispered a little louder as he stepped into the room quietly. He hated waking his Mom, but he had to alert her, this was important. He was at the foot of her bed. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and panties. She was sweating with the window open it was maybe high seventies or mid-eighties with a ceiling fan working the room. She woke slowly. "Who- oh, William, what are you doing?" At her bedside was her Bible and cross necklace. The bed was just a fitted sheet and a top sheet- though the top sheet was pushed aside. Her room had changed only a little since his Dad left, his Dad's dresser was missing from under the window. The dresser at the foot of the bed had always been her's with the mirror. One side of the dresser had a door into the master bathroom. The other door led out. The wall beside the door was a full closet, triple door that his Dad had modified when they moved in. The wall above the headboard had a window, which was also open. "Mom, I was researching and I found that proximity to a lay line can cause the time I have to be changed back to be shorter or longer- they were not really clear," he was worried. "What-?" "We have a mana line running over the house, it might make this permanent," William said much more clearly. She sat up a little, turned on her night stand light, cringing at the brightness of the twenty watt bulb. "it's a mile away, William, if it was a higher mana area we would not live here, we could not have afforded to buy the house." She had a good point. "I... I just don't want to be stuck like this," William said pleading with her. She nodded. "I think you are safe enough, I have prayed for you and the Lord will protect you, now go to bed." William stared at her a moment, then turned and went back to his room. He sat at his computer looking at the post from the M.I. rep. He had nearly a full page entry in his first post, he talked about genetics shortening the time too, magic heritage, and magic item usage. He did not think he had any dragons or mages in his family line, and he did not use magic items. Men were asking about mental alterations later on, but the rep said that none of the potions that went out had mental alteration, the people that were altered were altered physically only. He was tired, he needed sleep, and so he went to bed. * Saturday - William woke late, got up and wondered into his bathroom in only his underwear. Stepped up to the toilet and pulled down his underwear, feeling about, he looked down. "how can I forget that?" He closed the door and sat on the toilet to relieve himself again. He found that sitting to pee made it easier to relieve himself of body waste too. It was hot in the house, which meant that his Mom had left the house open again. Normally, they opened windows in the summer at night to help save energy, then when the house was cooler (about four AM) they would close the house up and run the AC. It worked for them because they did not try to keep the house that cool, they just tried to keep it less then facial melting. He stepped up to the vanity and stared at himself, pushing his hair back from his face. William stood staring at himself a moment in the mirror, tears collecting in his eyes until he forced them closed and took a few deep breaths. "Deep breaths," he said taking three more slow, full breaths, then he opened his eyes. He swallowed his nerves and picked up his toothbrush, put toothpaste on it. He watched his breasts jiggle back and forth as he brushed his teeth, then he clenched his eyes shut, rinsed, and went back into his bedroom where he found another small pile of clothes from his Mom. He looked at the items- a skirt, more underclothes, a one and a two piece bikini, and cut off shorts. Sitting on the floor were two pairs of shoes and a pair of sandals. He took up the one piece bikini and slipped into it. It was a good fit. He adjusted the way it covered his breasts, feeling them a moment, then taking a breath. He was feeling like he wanted to collapse into tears again. It took him a few moments to get his mental "shit" together. The suit felt weird, he had never worn anything so tight, and the top was a little lower cut then he wanted to have, but he suspected that was because of his big tits. Everything felt like it would fall out, but he jiggled and wiggled in the mirror in the bathroom, and bent over and bounced a little. No wardrobe malfunctions so he was safe. At the lake, Krista was always adjusting her suit where it would climb into her but, William felt no need to do that, he realized that Krista's suit was a little to small and his Mom had nailed his size perfectly. "Just a few more days," he told himself, though he was worried it was going to be longer and he was terrified that it would be forever. Needing to feel like he was doing something, he called Mana Industries three times before he got the introduction, then he was cut off and hung up on. He exhaled in frustration, and dropped his phone on the bed, not caring if he missed any calls. He grabbed his towel and went through the house to the back yard, towel dropped on the patio table. He walked across the hot concrete. Their patio was covered by two by six and latus, it helped to keep the patio cool. The pool was not covered. At the pool he dropped into the water. His father had put the pool in when they first bought the house twelve years ago, it was about twenty feet long, ten or twelve wide, and nine to three feet deep. They had never gotten the diving board his Dad wanted, but they did get the hot tub- which had been broken for the last year because his Mom would not let her ex-husband near it or call for expensive repairs. William cleaned the pool every couple days, but left most of the cleaning to the robot scrubber that ran in the pool twenty four seven. He swam under and around the hose, doing a couple laps, struggling with his hair as he swam. Frustrated with the hair he made it to the center of the pool, rolled over and laid back, floating there, watching the blue sky, letting his mind go numb. His hair was floating all about his head. High overhead he could see a string, the fuzz around it looked like a light, thin layer of cotton around it. Normal, people said they could not see it, when he pointed it out to Lucas, his friend just laughed at him. "You can't see it," he said with a head shake. Today he could see it clearly without any effort and it was solid, full, and present, not faded or just visible out of the corner of his eye, but... he wondered if the change had done something to him, and wondered why he could see it more clearly. He thought about his life, and where he was, and the body he had and where he was with it- 'It could be worse,' he thought, 'I could be old, fat, ugly, and dying of some nasty disease. The potion could have been a strain of Lycan- and that shit isn't curable. Well, twenty percent or something like that... that would suck- being changed into a woman, or wolf, or snake, or something a week out of the month with no memory of what I did...' 'So now what-?' he pondered, 'sit at home and cry all day or move on with this new experience, and see how the pretty women live. Lucas would take me anywhere I asked, do anything I asked with him, he might be a little pervy but I can deal with that. I don't want to spend my whole spring break in my house. Of course, I have a new video game, and I would like to get through it, and with a hundred twenty hours of play... there is also my campaign, I have two weekends off while half of the group is gone. I could also spend some time working on my art skills- Lord, knows I need help with that.' 'Call Jeff, Drew, and Mitch, and see- Mitch is at the lake, Drew is at fat camp again- probably getting fatter, and Jeff is... Jeff is home, I think. But getting more in on the secret is not helpful,' he pondered. 'Could go to the lake and hang with Dad, but that... people would have all kinds of questions, and I don't want to be around people and... just play video games, get use to this, wait for the rescue, and... okay, stop thinking dire thoughts. I need to get my head figured out on this.' 'Let's try to have fun with it- sure it sucks, but really, how many people get to experience the other gender? Couple thousand- seriously, there are guys that change into women all the time couple days a month, it's a curse called Lycan. Not all Lycan change into humans but... totally off subject here again...' 'Now hold on a second, there are a select few Lycan that can change on command- they use meditation, and will power. It's not that hard to learn, takes time and patience... maybe this is a Lycan change thing, and not a Transgender potion.' 'Must look that up later,' he told himself. 'Seriously, I