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YOUR NEW SCHOOL "I've had it with her!" said Alan Andrews, team captain of the school soccer team. He had just received word that the soccer program was cancelled, and he knew exactly who was to blame. "Tell me about it," said Jeff Daniels, a childhood friend and fellow soccer player. Wherever Alan went, he wasn't far behind. "Ever since Angela got here it's been bad news after bad news." Angela was the principal's new assistant. After she arrived at the all exclusive boys-only boarding school, the students had found themselves losing more and more of their leisure time and activities. "Well she can't cancel everything on her own!" said Mike Peters, another longtime friend. He was usually excitable and carefree, but today he was as steamed as everyone else. "I don't know... whenever we lose an activity or we have to go to the dormitory earlier, she's always the one who tells us," chimed in Penn Walters, who was the smallest player on the team. Considered very shy, authority figures scared him. "She almost looks happy after she does it!" "So what?" Mike snapped back. "The principal needs to approve all of this. Our parents too! They're paying for us to be here!" The four friends were from affluent families, with many of their parents at the head of large corporations. They were heirs to their parents' businesses, as were the majority of the students of the very exclusive school. "But what can we do?" asked Penn. "If we break the rules we'll get in trouble." Alan sighed. "Listen dude, you're going to run a big company one day. You have to start manning up for yourself or else people will walk all over you." "Yeah!" said Jeff. "You're going to let some woman boss you around are you?" "I don't know guys..." Penn started stammering. "Maybe we... you know..." "Come on, be a man!" said Alan. "If we get all the other students to come with us to make a point, we'll probably get Gary to overturn this." Gary was the principal of the school, and was friendly enough with the students to be called by his first name. Penn gave in. "Alright, if you want me to come I will." He answered with reluctance. He always needed that extra push to go along with the other boys. "Lead the way Alan," said Jeff. "I'm sure everyone will come!" Alan was a natural leader, and the other boys looked up to him with admiration. After reaching out to the other students, it didn't take long to convince them to join the cause. They marched down to the principal's office, only to find a locked door awaited them with a note saying: "You can find me in the gymnasium - Angela." When the group of boys arrived, they were surprised to see there was none of the other teachers or security guards nearby. Then they spotted Angela perched alone on the open balcony walkway high up alongside the gym. There was no way to physically enter there from the floor, you had to go through a separate hallway. School meetings were usually hosted like this, with the principal overlooking the students and staff all around, but this time Angela was the only person standing, waiting. There was a short wall running alongside the balcony, so they could only see her from the waist up. She had long hair and a pale complexion of near white. She wore a figure-hugging red and black dress matching her lipstick and hair color respectively. Around her neck lay a piece of jewelry she wore every day: an old looking pendant with a stone cast at the center that almost seemed to glow. She smiled broadly, her eyes gleaming in seeing how all forty teenage students had shown up. "I see you didn't take kindly to the cancellation of the soccer program," she said with a lofty sneer. "Stop it!" shouted Alan. "Ever since you've arrived you've done nothing but make our lives here miserable and we're sick of it!" "You cancelled soccer even though we had a good team! What's your problem?" added Jeff. "I asked to come here so I could play, and now you're telling me I'm not allowed to." "Trust me, in a few moments you won't miss soccer in the least!" said Angela with a creepy smile. It was like she knew something they didn't, and it made more than a few students a little uneasy. Seeing her facial expression, Mike quickly jumped in: "I think we should send you to the nuthouse lady!" he said mockingly. She looked back at him impatiently. She snapped back: "You boys are all the same, you think because your parents own everything that you're entitled to do whatever you want? Well there are many big changes coming right now, and you'll learn to like them!" It all sounded like a threat. "Um... this isn't fair! You can't just... just..." stammered Penn, which surprised many. He finally felt the need to stand up for himself, even though he was still scared. "You know what? Go ahead with the changes! See if we care!" yelled Alan. He started walking towards the balcony with venom. "As you wish," Angela retorted, waving her hand. As soon as she did, every door around the gymnasium slammed shut and locked themselves. The group looked all around, stunned. "I don't know how you did that," said Alan, "but you don't scare me! You know what, I think I'm going to climb up there myself!" He had never felt this angry towards an adult at school before. He wanted to get to her and then... he didn't know, but he had to do something! "How typical," laughed Angela. "You think you're all big and macho and tough, right? Well I don't buy it for a minute." "We'll see about that!" Alan took a few more steps towards the wall as all his friends and classmates cheered him on. "I think not," she responded. She raised her hand. "Stop right there." Alan suddenly stopped in his tracks, and not because he wanted to. It was as if his body didn't respond. He couldn't understand it! "What are you... what's going on?! Why... can't I move?" he said, gritting his teeth, trying to become unstuck. All the others looked on, unsure of what they were seeing. Was Angela really able to stop him from moving? "It's simple. You think you're so defiant, and I'm showing you that deep down, you are not. You are in fact, much more obedient." Alan's eyes went wide. "In fact," she continued, "you aren't as brave and strong and manly as you think. I can see right through you, and all I see... is a little girl!" Before everyone could comprehend what she meant, Alan unfroze and started crying out in pain, clutching his sides. His friends and classmates could only watch in horror as his tall frame began to shrink, his hair growing longer and longer as his voice became higher and higher. "And you aren't alone," she said. She waved at the entire group: "All of you are nothing but precious little girls!" With her wave pain spread forth to Jeff, Mike, Penn and all the other boys. They fell to their knees, clutching hold of their rapidly shrinking bodies as they started to transform. Muscles dwindled. Manes grew long. Voices raised to squeaky high ranges. They then grabbed between their legs as they felt their genitals inverting, changing their internal organs along to match. Everyone was becoming younger, going backwards from adolescence to little over 8 years-old in physique. When the pain finally subsided, the transformed boys all stood up, looking first at themselves in bewilderment and then each other in panic. Where once there stood many teenage boys were now nothing but little girls! Not one had been spared. Somehow, their clothes they wore had shrunk along with them: their now smaller shirts, pants, shoes and underwear fit their new little bodies perfectly. The four friends could recognize themselves, barely, behind their cute new faces. Many students grasped at their new long hair. Others looked inside their pants and teared up as they experienced a new sensation of emptiness. Some even cried out for their mommy, making others cringe. It was near impossible to process what had just happened: She had transformed every boy in the school into a little girl! How was this even possible!?! Angela laughed. She thoroughly enjoyed stripping the students of their boyhoods, completely changing their bodies to what they would have been had they been born female. Not finished she had yet another surprise waiting. "Alright girls," she said, barely containing her glee. "I'll leave it to your principal to tell you all about your new school." She signaled to someone in waiting concealed by the walkway entrance. The former boys saw a beautiful older woman walk in, clutching a clipboard to her ample bosom. She looked like a housewife straight out of the 1950s: she was immaculately coiffed and tastefully made up. She wore dangling earrings matching the three-tiered pearl necklace around the high collar of her full-skirted dress. The sounds of her footsteps made it clear she was wearing high heels. The former boys were aghast as they saw her face. It didn't take long to connect the dots: that woman was Gary, their principal, changed head to toe from balding middle-aged man to femininity personified. In a soft, melodious voice she addressed the panicky students on the lower floor. "Good afternoon everyone! It is I, Madam Margaret, your principal. It is wonderful to see you all assembled here in our school gymnasium. I am certain you must have some questions in light of the changes made to our curriculum this year." "Stop!" shrieked the now tiny female version of Alan. "This isn't right!" He pointed at Angela, who was now standing behind Madam Margaret. "That bitch transformed us or something! Transformed you! You have to..." "Goodness gracious! Mind your language young miss! This is no way for a lady to talk! Now refer to me politely as Madam, and be on your best behavior!" "But she...she...uhh..." Alan tried to speak, but nothing was coming out. He looked at Angela, who was waving her hands once more. She was stopping him from speaking! Everyone looked at each other in fear. None of them were able speak their objections. They couldn't even move or try to escape. She had taken their ability to rebel away from them! They could only watch and listen attentively to their transformed principal. "Much better," Madam Margaret continued pleased with their silence. "Now as you all know, your parents have sent you here to learn how to become proper young ladies. You will learn how a lady is to dress and conduct herself in an ideal society. Our femininity-focused curriculum will provide you with everything you need to know in order to live a purely feminine lifestyle. Our new teaching staff will guide you over the course of the next ten years, until your graduation at our grand ball." The former boys couldn't believe their ears. They were now enrolled in a school which would teach them nothing but girly things! Did she say ten years? They can't be forced to grow up as young girls! This couldn't be happening!! They tried with all their might to protest, except they couldn't. They could only stand and listen as Madam Margaret continued to describe the school program and the new rules. Classes had changed. While subjects such as English and Math remained, others were brand new: cooking and cleaning, feminine etiquette and fashion, sewing and knitting, even ballet! Their schedules had changed as well: an earlier time for lights out, and a later time for morning classes to allow the students to prepare and ready themselves for the day. Breaks between classes were now recess periods, where games were much suited for little girls and expected to be played. Madam Margaret's definition of a feminine education was frightfully extreme: there was nothing gender neutral, let alone masculine to be found anywhere in the curriculum. It was dreadfully clear that soccer would soon be a memory. After what seemed like an eternity, the new principal then began taking to read a new set of rules for student appearance and behavior. Angela licked her lips. She was looking forward to the show. "First, let us talk about your hair: make sure it is always neat and presentable. It is necessary for it to be styled in a proper feminine fashion. Remember, a lady knows how to take care of her hair!" Madam Margaret began fluffing her immaculate hairdo for emphasis. Angela mockingly did the same, taunting the students, and then absentmindedly waved her hand. The former boys watched in abstract horror as their new long locks began to float up, looking almost as if they were dancing in mid-air. Some saw their hair begin to curl, others saw it bend and twist into itself, altering into new feminine forms. Alan felt cute bangs cover his forehead as a black hair band materialized to hold his longer blond hair back. The ends then became upturned just before touching his shoulders, becoming a classic flip hairstyle. Jeff's hair parted having divided itself in two sections, tying themselves into adorable low pigtails with pink ribbons. Mike felt his hair shift into a pretty pageboy style, with a barrette clipping itself on the side sprouting a cute red bow. Penn's hair shot to the top of his head, arranging itself into a lovely bun secured by small hairpins. A soft white ribbon then appeared and tied itself around the bun, adding further loveliness to the new updo to the boys amazement. The four friends watched their classmates all around them yelp as their heads feminized: Alan saw one former boy's hair gather itself into a high beribboned ponytail that swayed gently with every slight movement. Jeff was in awe looking at the hair of another student cascade down in beautiful curls, seeing butterfly shaped hair clips suddenly appear. Mike watched another changed lad's hair alter shape, becoming a cute bob. Penn stood there transfixed as he watched the hair of the student in front of him twisting into a long French braid which tied itself with a yellow bow near the end. When it was over, everyone in the gymnasium was now sporting a deliciously feminine hairstyle. For some reason, the boys couldn't touch their new hair. It was as though they couldn't even raise their arms. Not only had they been robbed of their boyhood, now they had little girl hairstyles! They all looked at each other in shame, but the changes had only just begun. Madam Margaret behaved as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She continued to read the rules. "Now, as part of the dress code, make sure you are wearing the proper footwear. When navigating the hallways, please walk at an appropriate elegant pace. No running please! Remember, a lady always watches her step!" The former boys immediately became fixed in place. They became even more scared and confused: they couldn't lift their feet off the floor! The watched as their shoelaces untied and slithered out of their holes before disappearing completely, replaced by a buckled strap. The shoes were changing! They were fast becoming tailored for daintier steps: the material shifted to shiny leather, and the soles hardened and raised slightly at the heel. Their colors changed: some students saw their shoes become black, others white. Jeff's even turned pink! He looked over to Penn, and saw him whimpering as his former sneakers sprouted little bows on the front. When the changed lads managed to raise their feet again, they heard the echoes of their adorable new Mary Janes clip- clopping on the hardwood floor. Before they had a chance to process what had just happened, the former boys felt their socks shifting around their feet. They could see them alter shape inside their new little girl shoes. Alan and Mike felt theirs becoming softer and watched as they began to lengthen up their small legs, covering them completely. They met under their pants, joining together, becoming soft white tights. Many of the other former boys were now wearing them. Jeff, Penn and the remaining students saw theirs becoming frillier around the hem, turning into pretty ruffled socks. When it was over, everyone in the gymnasium was standing in completely feminine footwear. Angela had the time of her life. She was savoring every moment. Her favorite part was coming up next. Madam Margaret spoke, "Now girls, remember that when I say this school has a dress code, I truly mean a DRESS code!" Angela laughed as she waved both hands towards the students. The former boys looked at each other. Their hairstyles were changed, their shoes changed, and now... no!!! Their shirts began to ripple as the material became softer. Alan saw his become blue and felt it split open in the back. The opening immediately closed up as buttons appeared then fastened themselves from bottom to top behind him. The short sleeves puffed up, and delicate lace formed around the cuffs. The apparition of lace then spread to the forming Peter Pan collar. Jeff's shirt shifted to a similar cut, turning pink as a pattern of little hearts snaked its way into and around the fabric. Mike's neckline widened as his shirt turned deep red with little white polka dots appearing all over. He tugged at his new puffy sleeves as ribbons tied themselves into bows at the cuffs. Penn's shirt became pure white, spawning beautiful flower embroidery. He squirmed as his collar turned lacier and started growing up his neck. All of the other changed lads saw their shirts undergo similar changes: open button backs, puffy sleeves and pretty patterns became the norm. They dreaded what was to come next. "Let me be clear ladies, the dress code forbids the wearing of trousers!" said Madam Margaret, holding up one side of her dress with her free hand for emphasis. "Only gentlemen may wear them, and they," she stressed heavily, "do not attend this school." The former boys immediately looked down at their legs. It was happening! The waistlines of their pants crept up high over their waists as the front opening zippers disappeared. The fabric rapidly shifted to become the same color and texture as their new tops, the pretty patterns quickly spreading downwards. The former boys could only watch helplessly as the pants began to shorten until they stopped at their knees. The inseams then split open as the pant legs started merging together, erasing the bifurcation. Once the melding was complete, many saw lace trim appear on the freshly unified hems. Their pants had been turned into... skirts!! The tops and the skirts then began fusing into a single garment. As the waistbands vanished, the former boys' belts rapidly transformed from black and brown leather to soft, colorful satin. As the front buckles faded from existence, large bows grew from their backs, creating darling sashes. Where once every student had been wearing shirts and pants, they now stood before her wearing the ultimate of feminine attire: beautiful dresses. The sensations the changed lads felt with their new lower garments swishing against their legs, the air flowing inside, felt so very foreign. Many of the students were attempting to hold back tears from the humiliation of wearing such frilly clothing. They were soon snapped back to reality: their principal wasn't done. "Remember girls, your dresses declare your femininity to the world: make sure they are as presentable as possible! The dress code states that you must wear the appropriate undergarments!" Madam Margaret lifted her skirt slightly, briefly revealing layers of the soft fabric underneath. The former boys shivered as soft, lacy camisoles materialized under their dresses, covering their upper bodies and tickling their now softer skin. They then felt their masculine boxers and briefs become softer with its changing forms. Their cheeks turned beet red realizing that their last bit of boyish clothing had turned to frilly little girl panties. Angela then snickered as she watched the magic complete its work. Every skirt began to fill out and blossom outward as layers of lacy petticoats materialized underneath them. From her vantage point, it looked like a garden coming into flower. There were now forty enchanting full-skirted dresses matching the adorable little shoes of the prettily coiffed little girls in the gymnasium. Their forced makeover complete, the former boys looked themselves over, grabbing at their new layers of skirts, discovering how accessories had even appeared. Alan was wearing a frilly white pinafore over his blue dress. Jeff displayed a heart-shaped pendant. Mike carried a string of small pearls around his neck, and Penn even wore little white gloves to match his dress! They saw others all around them discovering their new accessories: Alan saw one had a pretty butterfly broach matching the pattern of his violet dress. Jeff saw another in a forest green number touching his dangling earrings. Mike looked on as others found pretty necklaces and bracelets. Penn saw the former boy with the long French braid even draped a little purse hanging from the puffy shoulder of his full yellow frock! "Now ladies," said Madam Margaret. Hands clapped for their attention, ceasing the panicky chatter of her now beautifully dressed students, "I have carefully explained the rules. As part of the new program, you will now have to reintroduce yourselves properly to your classmates. I have the student list right here." She showed her clipboard. "To begin, I want you to file up in neat little rows. A lady knows where her place is!" Everyone immediately stopped talking and started walking as though they knew where their places were. The magic was forcing them to walk quietly, their hands clasped demurely in front of their skirts. The transformed lads felt a myriad of new sensations as their little bodies were moving about: from the swishing of their skirts against their legs, the bouncing of their lovely hairstyles, the tickling of their soft new underwear, to the horrible feeling of emptiness between their legs. They had no control over their actions. Everything looked so much bigger now. They had never felt so weak and powerless. With everyone in their place, they stood there without saying a word, glancing at each other, waiting for the whatever else was next. "Thank you ladies," said Madam Margaret praising her charges. "I will now call each of you by your last name. You will walk to the front and formally introduce yourself in a ladylike manner." The former boys gulped. They would have to present themselves as girls! The embarrassment alone would be too much! Alan dreaded what was about to happen: he knew he would be first on the list. He wanted to do something, anything to get to Angela. He wanted desperately to take that black haired witch down, but couldn't. He was horribly frustrated and couldn't even express it. "Miss Andrews, please come to the front and introduce yourself." Shaken with hearing the feminine pronunciation he looked up, and saw Angela cruelly wink at him, waving her hand, forcing him to move. His classmates all stared at him silently as he walked. Only the clip-clops of his cute shoes and the rustling of his dress could be heard. Alan, the one who led everybody here, was now powerless to stop their collective humiliation. He reached the front and turned around, facing all the other prettily attired students. Everyone was looking back, examining him from head to toe: black Mary Janes, soft white tights, a full blue dress with a frilly pinafore. His pretty, totally girlish hairstyle framed an adorable, terrified face. His anger had given way to a combination of embarrassment and fear. He felt utterly defeated and just wanted the whole ordeal to stop. Against his will, the magic forced him to speak. "Hi, I'm Ala... my name is Al... Al..." He stopped speaking as his eyes glazed over. He closed them for a few seconds, then opened them and blinked a few times. The look of terror was suddenly gone. The students collectively held their breath. They watched as their leader smiled, daintily stepped forward, and spoke: "Hello everyone! My name is Alice. It is lovely to see you all!" All of the students were shocked. Madam Margaret was pleased, and placed a pink checkmark on her list next to the name Alice Jessica Andrews. The former boys' hearts sank heavily when Alice took both sides of her skirt in delicate hands, placed her right foot behind her left, bent her knees and performed a darling curtsy. As she bowed, she made sure to lift her skirt just enough to show some of her petticoats. Her girlish display finished, Madam Margaret kindly thanked her and instructed her to step once more back to her place. She immediately obeyed, smiling, waving gently to her now horrified friends as she walked. When she returned to her place, she spun around, causing her skirts to swirl around her. She settled them back and giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. It was obvious to all that Alice was a sweet little girl in both body and soul. Angela smiled. Her magic had completely transformed the arrogant leader of the boys into sugar, spice and everything nice. And now it was time for Alice's friends to become one with their own feminine side. Madam Margaret called more of the now trembling former boys to the front, one by one. There, their male minds were magically converted into their soft, obedient, feminine equivalents. Once changed, the new little girls rechristened themselves before performing their own delightful curtsies. After a few minutes, Bret became Brittany, Timothy became Tiffany, Jim became Jane. And so it went. As more and more of the former boys became little girls, in both body and mind, more and more giggling could be heard inside the gymnasium. After Samuel became Samantha, Jeff was called. He stood at the front looking out towards the smiling faces of the new girls and the terrified faces of the remaining former boys. He felt his pigtails in his hands, noticing his nails were painted the same shade of pink as his adorable heart-patterned dress. His skirt was so full he had to push back the fabric to see his pink Mary Janes. Released, the dress rustled back outward once he let go. It suddenly dawned on him that he would never wear pants again. The idea was too much. He used the last of his strength to hold back forthcoming tears, knowing at last his soccer playing days were over. Then his whole world suddenly shifted and changed. After presenting her new self, Jennifer performed an adorable curtsy, briefly revealing the embroidered little hearts etched into the lace of her petticoats. She then happily swished back to her place, thinking of her upcoming ballet class. A satisfied Madam Margaret continued down her list as she put forth a pink checkmark next to Jennifer Sophia Daniels. Wendal became Wendy, and then came Mike's turn. He stood quivering there in his red polka-dotted dress, touching the little pearls adorned around his neck. He looked down, seeing where his wide skirt was trimmed with white ribbons tied into bows, much like the cuffs of his new puffy sleeves. He saw Alice and Jennifer smiling with anticipation. 'This is it' he thought with trepidation in having little to do except how he couldn't win. 'I'm going to be a girl. At least I'll still have my friends....' his last male vestige thought as he closed his eyes. The magic went to work dissipating every last ounce of his boyishness. After a few moments, she opened them again, pleased to introduce herself and sweetly curtsied for the first time as Michelle. Once finished, she happily skipped back to her place, skirts fluttering, as Madam Margaret positioned a checkmark next to Michelle Julia Peters. Penn could only look on, crushed, as his friends had all succumbed to the pleasures of girlhood. He could only stand there and wait, knowing he would be last on the list. There were but a few more former boys remaining. After Dorian became Dorothy, it was finally his turn. The girls gasped as he lifted his skirts in his gloved hands to better walk to the front. His full white dress was longer, reaching all the way to his feet. Made of soft silk, it held beautiful flower embroidery and a high, lacy collar that climbed up his neck. His sleeves were puffier as was an adorned sash, its prominent larger bow decorated his collective display of lace and little pearls. The white Mary Janes on his feet carried him forward with his slightly higher heels and little bows on the front. The girls all admired his elegant, beautifully feminine updo. Dainty ears offered a clear view of his flower shaped earrings with little pearls at the center. He even wore a hint of makeup! He was a vision of pure innocence. As he walked, he caught Jennifer and Michelle beaming as they saw their friend so prettily attired. Alice spoke to him on the way: "You have the most beautiful dress! And I do love your hair! You look like a princess!" she said sweetly. Angela loved hearing the delightful compliments coming from what was once a petulant boy. Penn almost uttered a thank you to his chagrin, nearly betraying himself. Even Madam Margaret complimented him once he reached the front. He had tried with all his might to resist the long walk, only to find the magic was too compelling. He turned to face all the others, settling his skirts to barely cover his girlish attractive shoes. He couldn't believe how easy it had been for all his friends and classmates to be converted from tough boys into sweet little girls. He felt somehow betrayed: perhaps they weren't as strong as he thought. But now here he was, looking even prettier than they were! He had to do something, anything to stop the change. Unbeknownst to him, Angela's magic had already found what he tried so desperately to keep hidden within himself: he had long harbored feelings of jealousy watching his sisters wearing pretty dresses, playing with dolls and hosting tea parties with stuffed animals. His male ego wouldn't allow him to give in: he tried to repress those feelings by trying to act like a rough and tumble boy. He idolized the other boys and always tried to appear more manly. As a result, he was always insecure and filled with self-doubt. The desires he felt so ashamed of, hidden deep away, were now being channeled forth by the magic. It had swiftly used their energy to amplify the changes to his body, hair and clothes, turning him into the prettiest looking of all the students in the gymnasium. It now only had to reinforce them and take hold of his mind. Penn tried resisting as his eyes closed, only to have every single masculine barrier in his soul smashed by a powerful torrent of his own inner girlishness. Every fiber of his being swiftly changed: blue became pink, soccer became ballet, video games became tea parties, pants and shirts became lovely dresses, brave knights became beautiful princesses. He was thoroughly transformed into a she. The new girl's eyelashes fluttered prettily as she opened her eyes. She blinked then smiled having turned to look at Madam Margaret up on the balcony. "Madam Margaret, thank you ever so much for welcoming us into your wonderful school!" she said in the sweetest voice. She then turned around to present herself. She stepped forward and spun in a circle, making her full dress flow outward in her twirl and flare out beautifully to the oohs and ahhs of her classmates. She then took both sides of her skirt in her delicate gloved hands, ready to formally symbolize her surrender to femininity. "My name is Penelope, and I hope we can all be friends forever!" She then performed a perfect curtsy. Every little girl jubilantly applauded. Madam Margaret's heart melted as she placed a checkmark next to the final name on her list: Penelope Diana Walters. Angela was delighted: her powers had allowed her to completely change reality, turning the school from an all-boys boarding academy to a finishing school for young ladies. Every single boy had become the younger, ultra-feminine version of themselves. They were sweet, obedient, and totally soft and girlish in every imaginable way. Her job finished, she turned to Madam Margaret, taking a moment to admire her: the new principal was the picture of loveliness. She was the perfect person to run a school designed to form proper young ladies. She thanked her for the job opportunity, and said her goodbyes. As she walked to the exit, she saw the teachers and staff coming in. They too seemed to embrace their newly-found womanhood. Angela admired their beautiful dresses, then laughed as she realized she was almost jealous of her own handiwork. She stepped out of the building, an saw that the soccer field had disappeared, replaced by a playful park. She decided to wait when she heard the bell ring signifying the time had come for recess! The doors opened and the girls started skipping out. Some were holding dolls, others set up for jump rope. Little girl games were everywhere: there was nary a ball in sight. Many girls went to the park, smoothing their skirts to sit on the newly placed swings. Angela saw two girls on a park bench looking over their hair, exchanging tips, daintily covering their mouths giggling before one started braiding the other. It was a beautiful scene. Every girl looked happy as she played among friends. None of them could resist spinning in circles to make their lovely dresses fly up. Angela smiled broadly as she saw Alice, Jennifer, Michelle and Penelope walk hand-in-hand to go play hopscotch. How fitting was it that the four most rebellious boys would become such precious little angels? She decided to give her favorite students a parting gift: she waved her hand for the last time, and watched when four friends squeal with delight as lovely little girl hats appeared on their heads. Alice's wide-brimmed hat had lace trim and a long blue ribbon tied around it. Jennifer's pink hat had a wavy brim and a large pink bow the side. Michelle's hat had a polka-dotted ribbon tied into a white bow at the back. Penelope giggled adorably as a white lace-trimmed lady's bonnet shaped itself to nicely protect her updo, sprouting small decorative flowers around the top as a soft ribbon tied itself under her delicate chin. After a few seconds of complimenting each other on how pretty they looked, the girls acted as if they had always been wearing them, and happily skipped off to play. Angela was finished. She turned around to leave. She took her cell phone and dialed. A man answered: "Is it done?" he asked. "Yes, I did what you wanted. I quite enjoyed myself in fact." "Excellent, I will tell my partners their sons will have ideal wives waiting for them when the time comes. I hope they will live up to expectations." "I am certain they will. Your sons will quite literally be wearing the pants. It should be no problem for them to seize control of their wives' assets." "I am happy to hear it. Our deal is now completed." "Before I go, I want to thank you again for what you did for me. If you hadn't..." "Don't mention it. Make sure you stay out of trouble from now on. And Angela... thank you. Goodbye." Angela put her phone away having looked back with the sound of a bell indicating recess was finished. The girls gathered together forming a line by their teachers as they started to go back inside. She promised herself to attend the graduation ball. She wouldn't want to miss seeing her girls all grown up, wearing their beautiful gowns to dance with their future husbands. She walked back home as the light in her necklace dimmed. *** NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA "What a disappointing story! It's a nonsensical mess!" Dan finished writing his review on his computer. Satisfied, he got up from his chair to get a beer. As he walked, he suddenly noticed the room seemed to be getting... bigger. He felt dizzy for a moment, and then a horrible pain hit him. He grabbed his sides as his body shrank. He fell to the ground. His hair grew long as he became more and more terrified. He felt an intense pain in his groin as his male parts changed, sucking back up into his body. He shrieked loudly in a high pitch voice. He was scared out of his mind. After the pain stopped, he got up, as saw his reflection in a mirror on the wall. "No! This isn't real! It can't be real!" He touched his adorable new face. He pulled on his new long hair. He pinched himself, and winced. This was real! It was actually happening! "Oh no! My... my..." He looked down and plunged his hand into his pants. It was gone! It couldn't be! He had turned into a little girl, just like in the boys in the story! His clothes... they were smaller. They still fit him! What was going on?! He turned around, and his face turned white. A woman was there, holding an old looking pendant with a shining stone. She looked like a cross between Betty Page and Morticia Adams. She had a pale complexion, black hair... and a devious smile. It couldn't be! This was... "You know who I am don't you?" she said. "You... you're the witch from the story!" She nodded. "Correct! Good girl!" "Why did you change me?! Why are you here?! This doesn't make any sense!" "You mean you didn't know magic existed? I'm not surprised. The people who do are a very exclusive club" she said with a smirk. "Change me back!", Dan yelled. "Why would you want to? You love to visit these websites to read about men becoming women. I figured you would have been thrilled with your new self!" "I... I changed my mind. I don't..." "You're afraid I'm going to change you fully into a little girl? Against your will?" "No... I mean yes! Please, please don't." He was quaking in fear. "And why wouldn't I? Do I look like a good little witch? A miss goody two-shoes?" "...no." "There's a reason for that." She stepped forward menacingly. It's because I'm NOT. Dan watched in horror as she waved her hand. "No, don't change me!! I don't... I...." He couldn't think straight. His thoughts were overwhelmed with visions of little girl clothes, little girl hair, little girl games... His eyes closed as his mind reshaped itself. Gone was his desire for Internet stories. Gone was his fear of giving in to his feminine side. Gone... was her male self. The new girl blinked a few times as she opened her eyes. She looked up at the woman and smiled. She smiled back: "We haven't properly introduced ourselves now have we? My name is Angela. And who might you be?" "I am Danielle, pleased to meet you!" the little girl said. She bowed her head, bent her knees... and stopped as she saw there was nothing to take in her hands. "What's wrong sweetie?" said Angela, half-serious. She already knew the problem. Danielle was almost in a panic. Tears were welling up. She sniffed: "Why... why am I wearing yucky boys clothes?! Where are my real, pretty clothes?" "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart. Tell you what, you tell me what your pretty clothes are, and I'll get them for you." She winked at her. Danielle stopped herself from crying. "You will?" she asked with big eyes. "Of course dear! Wish fulfillment is what I'm all about!" "Well, I want to wear my pretty dress!" she said. "One pretty dress, coming up!" Angela waved her hands. Danielle's shirt changed colour to burgundy as its texture became softer. The short sleeves became puffy as the back opened in the middle before buttoning itself up. Her pants raised higher over her hips as they fused with the former shirt, the legs shortening and merging together into a flared skirt with a beautiful pattern of flowers appearing all around it. A pretty sash then materialized and tied itself into a large bow at her back, where a lacy decorative flower bloomed at the center. The little girl jumped up and down with glee. "Thank you! Thank you!" "Hold still sweetie!" interrupted Angela, "It's not quite finished!" Danielle shivered as a soft camisole appeared under her dress. The opening in the front of her boyish briefs sealed as they reformed into proper little panties. She squealed with delight as she felt her skirt fill up with layers of soft taffeta. Her new petticoats made her dress billow outward beautifully. The prettily dressed girl clapped happily, relieved to be out of the dreadful shirt and pants! She swished her skirts left and right, enjoying the sound of them rustling all around her. She then looked at her feet. She was wearing plain old socks! "Miss Angela... could you give me my pretty shoes?" She had the most adorable pout. "Your wish is my command!" she said. She wiggled her nose. She laughed after realizing she had her television shows mixed up. With a shrug she waved her hand. The socks immediately became cleaner, softer, and frillier. Girly ruffle socks covered Danielle's feet before shiny leather appeared all around them. Hard little soles sprung up from under her feet, raising her body up slightly more at the heel. The straps then buckled on her adorable Mary Janes. She rejoiced as she heard them tapping on the floor with every step. "Anything else you would like, little Miss?" asked Angela. She watched Danielle turn to the mirror on the wall. Her smile faded, looking at herself. She turned back around, causing her skirts to swirl prettily. "Miss Angela, could you do my hair? It's not very pretty right now." As soon as she finished her sentence, her hair began to wave around in the air as though it had sprung to life. Her locks became beautiful curls that quickly gathered into a high ponytail before bobby pins appeared here and there, securing the hair inside a lovely updo. Two curly tendrils of hair hung on the sides, framing her adorable face. A decorative flower then sprouted inside the updo, its color matching her dress. Sparkly little earrings appeared, as did a small string of pearls around her neck. "There now! You look perfectly lovely!" said Angela. Danielle was beaming. She was thrilled to be dressed so beautifully. She wanted to show her appreciation. "Thank you ever so much Miss Angela!" She took her skirt in her hands, and performed a delightful curtsy. She then spun around the room, giggling as her dress flew about in a circle. "OK young lady!" said Angela. "I think you can go back to your chair now!" Danielle complied. She went back and carefully smoothed her skirts as she sat in the now smaller chair. Where once there was a computer on the table, there was now a pink tea party set. She took the teapot and poured her imaginary tea into a flowery cup. She politely asked Angela to join her. She agreed, and sat on a chair that stood between two large stuffed animals. "I am so happy you came to my tea party! This is fun!" She loved it when a grown-up played with her. Angela was happy as well: she had allowed another male to indulge in the pleasures of girlhood. She told Danielle: "We can play now, but you can't stay up too late! Your parents have enrolled you into a new school and tomorrow's your first day! Trust me, you are going to love it!" The fun had only just begun.