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"I just need your help for a second!"
"Not this again. Can you just give it up already? That dang machine is
never going to work."
"I think I've got it this time. The oxaloacetate pump was miscalibrated
the last time!"
"You always say it's fixed. I'll help you this time. But it had better
work."
We headed into the basement. When we bought this house, I immediately
claimed this space as my own. And Lisa had been all too eager to hide
the science stuff from sight.
We reached the door. I input the code and the door swung open to allow
us inside. On the right side of the room stood my baby. It didn't have
a name yet because I wanted it to be something extra special, and I
definitely didn't have that. It stood about eight feet high, consisting
of a rectangular base with a y-frame support holding a long cylinder.
And I had chromed it all to make it look like legitimate science
equipment.
"And there it is. The sum of all our money and time and it has never
actually even worked right." She walked over to the control panel.
"Look just push the button and you will see. It will work." I took my
spot on the "x" that I had drawn to mark the optimum spot for the subject
to stand.
She gingerly pressed the green button. The machine hummed to life.
The barrel began to spin around and around, and a small blue light began
to emanate from within. It grew and grew until it unleashed, hitting me
square in the chest. I stumbled back a small bit, but caught myself
before falling over. The machine went silent.
As did the room.
"Well that was a cool light show, but all it probably did was up our
electric bill by $20."
"Have a little patien-"
My voice cracked a little.
"Oh very funny. Like that means it worked." She turned to go back up
the stairs.
"Lisa wait! It just needs a little more time!"
"I'm done giving you more time! That thing has sucked every last cent
out of our bank account, and it has sucked every bit of life out of me!
You stay down here day and night for what? To try to become a woman? If
you wanted to be one, you should have said that to begin with so we
could've paid for the surgery. Now we can't even do that!"
I ran to put myself between her and the door. I beat her there and threw
my hands up to keep her from passing me. "No! I want to change the
world with my machine. We could be trillionaires!"
"Yeah well we aren't. In fact, I don't even think we are 'hundred-aires'
at the moment. Now put your big girl panties on, since you seem to want
to wear those, and go get a real j-"
Her eyes grew a little wider. They were looking at my outstretched
hands. The index finger on my right hand had just shrunk to half its
original size. We both stared in disbelief, almost as if we expected it
to reinflate to normal proportions.
The middle finger quickly followed suit, then the ring and pinky, with
the thumb succumbing to the transformation last. The palm collapsed in
on itself, and we barely even noticed that the left hand was now
mirroring that same transformation. My forearms began to shorten,
followed quickly by my upper arms. My hands, thanks to the shortening of
my arms, now occupied the space my elbows had just shortly before that.
My miniscule arms looked ridiculous on my full-sized torso.
Suddenly, I felt pressure on the outsides of my arms and the top of my
head. My shoulders were compressed inwards as I began to rapidly lose
height. I couldn't see my toes and feet as I still had my shoes on, but
I could feel them contracting within. The transformation was beginning
to snowball. Every part of me was shifting and changing. I was sinking
into my clothes, the bottom of my t-shirt inching closer to the floor
with every second. My pants fell to the ground as I lost mass around my
waist.
Lisa was slowly moving backwards, placing her hand over her mouth as she
tried to comprehend watching her husband seemingly melt into the floor.
I tried to move towards her, but I tripped on the mound of clothing that
had accumulated around my feet. Laying down, I could feel every point on
my body retracting inwards towards my belly button.
The process began to slow. My now-frail body was exhausted from its
metamorphosis. I lay facedown on the floor, engulfed in clothes that had
fit only moments earlier. The machine had worked.
"...Ray?"
Lisa bent down to check on me. I felt her hand on the small of my back.
She nearly encircled me with one hand. How small was I?
I put my hands on the ground and slowly pushed myself to my knees. My
entire body was encapsulated within my tshirt. I reached out and grabbed
Lisa's arm, freed my feet from the inside of the shirt, and stood.
I looked into my wife's eyes. 20 minutes before, I had been four inches
taller than her, and now we were standing eye-to-eye.
Except, she wasn't standing.
Lisa's knees and shins were on the ground with her rear end sitting on
her haunches. My tiny hand was sitting on her forearm, our eyes locked
in disbelief. I looked down at myself, but all I saw was T-shirt. It
hung from my shoulders and bunched up around my feet. I looked back at
Lisa.
"Told you it worked."
My voice came out impossibly high. Sounding more like a child telling
his parent off than a husband finally winning an argument with his wife.
"Wha...but...I thought...you were trying....gender....change?" She could
barely get the words out through her incredulity.
"I was. But apparently I got something...different."
"You are so small."
It must be due to the shrink ray (that's what I'll call it since that's
what it did). It still didn't seem quite real. And I knew why.
"Can you help me get this shirt off? I need to see."
Lisa and I gathered up the massive (to me) shirt at the bottom and begin
to pull it up towards my head. Simultaneously, I stepped out of my pants
and underwear with ease. The shirt, too, came off over my head easily.
I was liberated, and immediately felt the vulnerability of nakedness.
Lisa stood up and tossed the shirt, pants, and underwear out of the way.
Then her eyes wandered over me.
My wife towered over me. The top of my head only rose to her mid-thigh!
I was miniscule, and combined with my naked state, I felt extremely and
totally vulnerable.
I looked down at my body. It was scrawny and devoid of any body hair.
But that could've been used to describe me before the transformation
anyway. I just seemed smaller...and still unremarkable. Or it would be
if I had not been a full-sized man just 30 minutes before.
My hands were tiny and slightly pudgy. I used them to run down my chest
to my nipples. They had retracted into tiny little twin dots. My hands
descended along a completely flat chest and stomach. Strangely enough,
my belly button was very shallow. I allowed my hands to travel a little
farther down until they found my pe-
No, maybe a little farther.
My fingers began to trace an unfamiliar groove. I pushed against it, and
my finger slipped between two folds of skin. I jerked my hand out, and
craned my neck for a better look. I couldn't see anything.
ANYthing.
"You're a...a..."
"I'm a......woman!"
I couldn't believe it. The ray had worked! But why had it made me so
short? No matter, that should be just a simple calibration issue.
"Umm sweetie. I don't know that I would call you a woman."
"What? Why? Men don't have vaginas. And since I have one of those, I
believe that makes me a woman!"
Lisa gave a sad-looking smile. She reached down and picked me up
effortlessly. It almost made me nauseous to be moved around like that.
She took me into the bathroom and set me on the floor. I heard her walk
back towards the door before hearing the light switch being cut on.
The light blinded me, but I knew where we were. She had brought me to
the only full-length mirror in our house. My eyes seemed to take their
time adjusting to the light, but when they did, I was shocked.
"I wouldn't call you a woman...but I would call you a girl."
The visage in front of me was just that. Smooth, featureless body with
not an ounce of secondary sexual features. Brown hair that hung just
above her shoulders. A little baby fat could be seen on her face and
tummy. The only curves she possessed were the roundness of her cheeks
and a slight tummy paunch.
"If I had to guess...I would put you around...no that's too
high....you're definitely at least...umm.....four....years old."
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I must've been quite the sight. I had asked Lisa to pull up a bar stool
so I could reach the white board mounted on the wall, which was now
filled with numerous calculations. If someone had walked in right then,
they would only have seen a naked child standing on her tiptoes
scribbling furiously along the board. We had been unable to find any
clothes that were small enough to not hinder me, so I decided to turn my
attention back to what went wrong.
I had accomplished my goal of gender transformation, but somehow I had
also added between 30-40 years of age regression too. I think I had
identified the problem, but there was really only one way to know for
sure.
"Lisa, I need a favor or two."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Ok so I have readjusted the calculations to theoretically eliminate the
age regression component of the transformation. First, I need you to
move me over to the computer so I can input the new code. Second, I need
to test it."
"So you will be a little boy?"
"That's where the favor comes in. I need to try it on you."
Her eyes got really big. "Heavens no! I don't want to be a little kid
and I certainly don't want to be a boy! I am proud that you finally got
your machine to work, but I'm not confident enough to step in front of
it."
I sighed. "Well you might have to anyway. If I am transformed again and
any age regression component remains, I could become an infant. My mind
would be intact, but I would be unable to control my body. Thus, I would
be unable to calibrate the machine again and you would have to raise me
until I was old enough to work it. Meanwhile, you could be regressed
some and be unaffected."
She couldn't deny that logic.
"Fine. But you better get it right."
She wrapped her hands around me and lifted me off the stool effortlessly.
Instinct caused her to place one arm under my rear for me to sit on.
Just like any other child.
We arrived at the computer, where we had stacked various books and things
in the seat to allow me to reach the keyboard. I began furiously typing
away, double and triple checking my code as I went.
15 minutes passed and I could tell Lisa was getting nervous. She had
began pacing about, looking at random things around the lab that I knew
she had no interest in.
"There. It is finished. Are you ready?
"Well no, but I don't want to have a baby on my hands either."
"Fair enough. There should be a small X on the floor for you to stand
on."
She searched for it and took her place upon finding it. I engaged the
machine and it began to hum to life.
I looked at my wife. "I love you Lisa."
"...I love you too little girl."
The barrel began to spin and the familiar blue light began to glow from
within. I saw Lisa close her eyes as the beam shot forth and enveloped
her.
The glow faded, revealing Lisa standing exactly where she had been,
looking exactly as she had.
"It didn't work!"
"Dear I think you forget that it takes a minute to take effect. We had
time for a whole fight and running to the door before mine had started."
So we waited. You could hear the clock ticking on the wall as time
seemed to pass agonizingly slow. I turned my attention back to the
computer to check the code again. Maybe this new iteration had no
effect.
"Uh..UH... something is HAPPENING!"
I turned back to Lisa. She was staring at her hands. From what I could
tell, all her fingers were the same length so her change wouldn't be
quite as dramatic age wise. I hoped.
I hopped off my tower of books and made my way to her. She was turning
her hands back and forth over and over. From up close, I could see what
she was talking about.
Her skin had started to draw up. We weren't old people (or so we
thought), but the wrinkles and things around her arms and hands had began
to tighten up. Sun spots from years of laying out disappeared. The
change made its way up her arm, rejuvenating her skin and repairing
damage as it went. It disappeared into her sleeves, so Lisa began to
frantically trying to get her shirt off. By the time she succeeded in
getting that and her bra off, her face had begun to change. The skin
tightened up under her chin, the wrinkles around her mouth disappeared.
Her skin became impossibly smooth. The wave continued up into her
hairline, changing the few gray hairs found there back to their original
brown. The change had also reached her breasts. She had an ample B cup
chest, but they had begun to sag with age.
But not anymore.
They began to rise on her chest, nipples riding high on her feminine
globes. Her tummy tightened, her torso beginning to take on its athletic
form that had begun to wane in recent years. Her hourglass shape
returned, waist thinning and rear pushing out slightly. She held up her
pants at first before unbuttoning and releasing them. She hooked her
fingers around her "granny panties" and slide them down as well. The
wave had reached her knees by then, her thighs look taut and strong, yet
supple and tender. The rejuvenation shortly took over her calves and
feet.
And it was finished.
Lisa reached up and cupped her breasts. I couldn't help but to run my
hands over her legs. I longed to be aroused but this child's body just
did not have that function.
"Ray this is...I am so sorry for giving you such a hard time about all of
this. You can change the entire world with this thing. You've certainly
changed mine."
She picked me up and hugged me. It was a strange feeling being suspended
between her breasts. They seemed massive from my new perspective.
"I'm glad I could babe. You look amazing."
At my request, she carried me back to the computer. I knew that
regressing her to this point would earn me brownie points in the long
run, but it also meant that I had been able to control the regression as
well. I swiveled to explain.
Lisa was standing just where she had, still marveling at herself. But
she looked different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Probably
just the difference between being on the ground and up in this chair.
She walked over to me.
"So what is the plan now? We change you back or more tests?"
"Well I would like to run probably one more test just to be sure I won't
end up in diapers, but your change could not have gone any better. How
do you feel?"
"I haven't felt this good in 20 years!"
I looked her up and down. She definitely was different. But I decided
to keep my thoughts to myself. But I didn't have to for long.
"Ray? I feel...uhh..." she turned red.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong??"
"No, no I...I'm so aroused all of a sudden." Her hand began to wander
towards her groin.
"Oh...I wonder if that's a side effect. I'm sorry I'm not in much of a
position to help you alleviate that. Maybe I can get things set quickl-"
"No I can't wait. It's..too much." Her other hand caressed her breast.
"Ok..umm have fun I guess?" Any other day I would have been writhing
naked on top of her. But I was now a four year old girl. And my body
just wouldn't respond.
Lisa slowly walked over to the small couch I had in the lab, caressing
herself all the way. She sat down on the couch and the restraints were
off. She stuck one finger inside of her self, before adding two more.
Her other hand was working on her nipples, both hard and standing at
attention. Her moans became more and more steady, increasing in volume
with each thrust inside.
It was kind of distracting for me so I stopped typing to observe. Maybe
there would be a clue as to if the machine caused this or if she was just
happy to be young again.
She quickly reached orgasm, thrashing about on the couch and nearly
screaming in ectasy. Then she collapsed, unconscious from the immense
pleasure.
I, once again, hopped off my perch and made my way to her. She was
splayed out on the couch legs together and hand between them, sound
asleep. I decided to be scientific and inspect her. I moved her leg out
of the way, then her hand.
Between her vaginal lips sat something. I wasn't quite sure what it was,
but it definitely looked out of place. I reached forward and put my
hands on either side of it and spread her lips. It inched towards me. I
couldn't believe it!
I was looking at an ever growing penis growing from inside my wife. I
had apparently freed it as it now seemed to grow half an inch with each
pulse. I also noticed her hair had begun to shorten on her head, her
breasts had begun to deflate, and the fat around her thighs and butt had
begun to realign itself in different places.
She had laid down as a bombshell, and would wake up a man.
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