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The Recital by itsme "What do you mean?" "I mean you can swap traits with anyone as long as they agree to the swap too. Also, reality will change to make it the swap seem perfectly normal to everyone." "Oh my god. Any swap no matter how big or small?" "Yes, you can swap everything with another person or just a mole on your nose if you like. It doesn't matter. And you can do it as often as you want. There is just one caveat." "What is that?" "You can swap with only one person at a time. If you want to swap with someone else, you have to give back everything you had gotten from the first person." "Why is that?" "So you can't get the best traits from dozens of people to make yourself 'perfect'. If you want to be handsome like say 'John' then you can't be rich like 'Paul.' But regardless, they have to swap with your willingly. How you could get Paul to give you all their money, or John to give up their looks, I don't know. Probably won't happen." "I can trick them?" "Sure, why not? But they have to agree. As long as they agree anything goes." "And if I swap back, I can swap with someone else?" "As long as the first person agrees to swap everything back. Then you can do what you like with the next person." "I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything. But as they say, be careful." With that, he left me. I knew everything he said was true. There wasn't any doubt. I knew there should be doubt, but a person who could give that power could also convince me of the authenticity of their claims without real proof. ---------------------------------------------------- My younger sister Joan was driving. Her six-year-old daughter Suzy was having a recital today. Even though she was six, this was one of scores of dance recitals she has been part of. Suzy has been taking dance since she was three years old. I was sitting next to Joan in the front passenger seat and Suzy was sitting behind me in her child safety seat. It was in the afternoon in the middle of the week so Suzy's father couldn't attend. I wasn't busy so I said I would come. Joan pulled the car into the hotel/theater where the recital was taking place. Joan got out of the car and headed immediately to the trunk to get what she needed. I got out at the same and opened the door such that Suzy could get out too. I took her hand and we waited as Joan fetched what she needed. "Suzy hold Uncle William's hand. It's dangerous in the parking lot. Cars could come by," Joan reminded her. Suzy didn't have to be told. I was already holding her hand. "Suzy, you must be excited but a little scared to be in front of all those people," I told her. "No, Uncle William. I do them all the time." "Not scared at all?" "No, I love to dance. I just love it. It's so much fun." "I'm glad. Hey, would you like to see yourself dance?" "Mommy takes videos. I see myself all the time." "I mean from the audience. It's different from the audience." "How can I be in the audience and dance at the same time?" "We could swap. I'll dance for you and you can watch me." "That's not the same. Besides everyone will know you aren't me." "I know some magic. Everyone will think I am you. The teacher, your friends, Mommy, and everyone in the audience." "I don't believe you." "Then swap with me. I'll be you and you'll be me." "OK, what do I have to do?" The swap took place, even though nothing physically happened. As far as everyone was concerned, I was a six-year- old girl and Suzy is an adult man. "You already did it. Everyone thinks I am you now." "No, they don't." "Yes, they do." Joan appeared from behind the car after she closed the trunk. She was carrying two bags (besides her purse), one over her shoulder and one in her hand. Now hold onto Mommy's hand," Joan announced. Then she got on the other side of me (as compared with Suzy) and grabbed my hand. I held on. I was now in the middle of both of them. Suzy was amazed, she was usually between the two adults. Suzy thought this was more of a game of pretend than actual magic. Once we entered the hotel lobby, Joan told me to stay with Uncle Suzy until she got back. She needed to go to the front desk to check on where to go and what to do. "Now what?" Suzy asked. "Well, I think I'm too tall to dance with the other little girls. I think we should swap bodies too." "Sure, let's do that." This time there wasn't any doubt. My body shrank and took on the form of my six-year-old niece Suzy. Her body changed into the body of an adult man. We both looked kind of silly wearing each other's clothing. "Wow, I didn't think it would happen," she squealed in a voice that used to be my own. "See I told you." I was looking up at my body. Suzy is now doubly tall as compared to my new height. But not only was Suzy so much taller than me, everyone was. It was like I was in the land of the giants now. Fortunately, I didn't expect to be this size for very long. I would return to my own body and life right after my performance. Continuing I said, "But I think we have to make two other swaps." "What?" "Well, I need to know how to dance as well as you do. So let's swap everything about dance." "What else?" "Your clothes silly." "I guess you're right." My clothes changed shape to a jumper and top that Suzy had been wearing moments ago. My long hair was tied up in a bow and I was wearing Suzy's sandals too.. But the clothing swap was nothing compared with the newfound love I had for dance, that I had never had before. I had all of Suzy's practical experience with dance, what she learned from her teachers. There was also a joy about just twirling around that I didn't know before existed. I could also remember every dance experience that Suzy had had. They were my experiences now. I smiled at the memories. IT was a gap toothed smile with many baby teeth. A moment later, Joan came to fetch me. She had to get me ready for the recital. "Here's the ticket," Joan said to Suzy. "I'll meet you at our seats." Before waiting for an answer, Joan took my hand and lead me to the dressing room. She sat me down and took off my shoes. She stood me up again and then she pulled my jumper over my head and then the top next. Finally, she pulled down my panties. This was the first time I had seen them. They had daisies on them. I was completely naked now. I looked away from my crotch. I'm not a perv. Joan sat me down again as she reached into her bag and pulled out an unopened package of white tights. I could see from the packaging that they were Capezio Ultra Shimmering Tights. I assumed shimmering meant that they were going to be very shiny. They weren't as shiny as I expected, my legs were now as white as a painted fence. I couldn't see the flesh tone of my leg at all. Next, she put me in a leotard...my dance costume. The tights said that they were shiny, it wasn't really, but the blue leotard was definitely very shiny. It was obviously custom made for this performance. It had an iridescent sequin spandex bodice with a translucent mesh neckline. There were a sequin flower and satin ribbon at the waist and a tri-layered tulle skirt with crinolines. "Step," Joan said as she held the leotard open for me. I stepped into it and she pulled it up my body, then I pulled my arms through the sleeveless bodice. "Turn." I did so and she fastened it closed with a G-hook enclosure. Next, she worked on my hair, putting it in a bun that was secured with a matching flower hair clip. Finally, she spent ten minutes applying makeup to me. When I saw myself in the mirror, I saw that she didn't make me up like a woman, all the makeup was understated but was still designed to be seen clearly from the back-most seats in the theater. I sat down again, so she could put on my ballet slippers, then she stood me up to poof out my skirt. "Beautiful. Just beautiful," she told me with a huge smile. I had to agree with her when I saw myself completely made up in the mirror. I was only going to be a little girl for a short time. I decided to play it up, "Mommy, can I get ice cream after the dance?" "It'll be getting late. I don't want to spoil your dinner." "If I do really, really, good? Then can I have ice cream?" I pleaded. "We'll see." I walked gracefully towards my teacher, using steps I hadn't even been familiar with an hour before. It wasn't like I was walking, it was more like a combination of dancing and floating as I joined the rest of my dance-mates and who I recognized as my dance teacher. I knew everyone. I remembered dancing with some of these girls since getting out of diapers. Others had only joined the troop this year. I knew them all. When it was time, we took our places on the stage. The curtain was still down. I knew it would be up in less than a minute. I was nervous. Suzy had been lying to me. She was always nervous before a performance. I didn't need to be reminded to put on a big smile. I was also so happy that I couldn't help but smile all the way through the performance. I heard the music and started to dance. I felt light on my feet, like I was floating on air. I danced effortlessly, never missing a step. (at least I didn't think I did, my dance teacher was a bit more critical, thinking I forgot to point my toes every once in a while or that my spacing was as perfect as it should have been. I progressed from one move to the next. I knew not only where I was on the stage, but where I was supposed to be after my next move. I didn't have to think about what I was doing. I suppose I could call it muscle memory. When it was over, the crowd was clapping enthusiastically. We moved into our positions to accept the adulation. We curtsied in the proper sequence which seemed to also be part of the performance. The whole troop leaped off the stage. "You all were wonderful, just wonderful!" our dance teacher told us. Joan found me after the performance. Joan lifted me into the air with a great big hug. "William, it was so beautiful," Joan repeated as she swung me around. I enjoyed the experience, but it was time to return to normal. Joan got me out of the costume and back into my street clothes as well as cleaned the make-up off my face. When I got to the car I asked. "Where's Uncle Suzy?" I assumed she would be waiting for us. "Uncle Suzy had to go. But he said you were the best dancer on the stage and that he loved every minute of it," Joan informed me. I didn't understand. Suzy had to go? Where could she have gone? She's just a little girl. "But William, I changed my mind. We can have that ice cream!" Joan said brightly. Joan didn't know where Suzy had gone any more than I had. Suzy didn't go straight to her seat when Joan told her to. She left the stage and walked out into the city. Everyone treated her like she was an adult, but she had the maturity of a six-year-old. She wasn't paying attention and stepped into traffic. She never knew what hit her. Here's what could have happened next... William ate his ice cream and appeared to enjoy it. He asked Joan for ice cream, he should act accordingly. He expected that Suzy would be at the ice cream place waiting for him. But when she wasn't there, William didn't know what to do. "Where's Uncle Suzy," William asked again. "He's busy. But he told me you should enjoy yourself. He said you did very well at the recital." "But I want to see him now." "I'm sorry honey. He's not here." "Can I talk to him?" "He isn't answering his phone. He's very busy." I thought that when I find Suzy, I'll yell at her. Well just as soon as I return to normal. We went home and Joan told me to play or watch a video while she made dinner. There wasn't anything else for me to do, so I went to 'my room.' I entered my room. It looked much bigger than it had when I saw it before. I was just smaller. The room was decorated in a yellow and white motif. It was nice for a little girl, but I didn't want to live there. I would have to though until I figured out what to do. There were toys and dolls everywhere. On the bed, on the dresser, on the floor, and still a huge pile in the toy box. There was a stars and moon comforter on the bed and I could see many costumes in the closet, presumably for my other dancing recitals. I found my tablet. It wasn't a typical tablet, it was encased in some sort of bright color protective border. An adult would never have such a thing. But it was something so I tried to use it. My thumbprint unlocked the tablet. There was automatically loaded some sort of child-safe program that restricted my access. I was blocked at every turn. There was child safety software that limited me to very basic stuff and little kids games. I wasn't even allowed to download any game by myself. Not without "Mommy's Approval" accounting to the system. After a little while of trying, I gave up. If I wanted to do anything productive on the tablet I would have to get Joan to unlock it for me. Next, I turned on the TV and looked for something to watch. But I found that the TV had a V-Chip. I could only watch TV-Y rated shows. Even TV- Y7 was considered too scary for me. I couldn't even watch Gilligan's Island. I couldn't believe it, something as harmless as Gilligan's Island was off-limits to me. TV-G was too advanced for me. At least while I was in my room alone. With nothing better to do, I decided to look around my room. There was what I expected. I saw all my clothes in the drawers. Besides the dance costumes, there were mostly dresses in the closets and some shoes. I didn't know why there were so many dresses. I could wear a different one every day and it would take weeks or maybe even a month until I wore the same one twice. On the shelves were books for children. I don't know why I was looking so hard. Everything in the room was just as I should have expected. "William Sweetie, time for dinner," I head Joan call out. I trudged down to the dinner table. I was stuck and I didn't like it. I had to jump onto the chair. I was much smaller now. Having to do so, didn't help my mood. I sat in front of a plate of food, but I wasn't hungry. "I made your favorite, mac 'n cheese with chicken," Joan announced. "I don't want any." "Just eat a little." "No," I wasn't in any mood. "You have to eat." "I don't want to." "If you don't eat, I won't let you go to dance on Friday." "I don't care." "Suit yourself. All your friends will be there." "I don't want to go to dance anyway." This was a lie. I loved dance. I couldn't help myself. It was one of the things I swapped with Suzy. The love of dance. But I didn't want to give in. "If you won't eat, then you will have to go to bed early." I just glared at Joan. It took a little coaxing, but finally, she got me to eat a little. After dinner, I returned to my room. But I still didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't have to wait long. Joan was in my room and she made me take a bath. Worse yet, she was going to give me one. I wasn't allowed to take a bath (or a shower) without Joan being there. I was still too young. I walked into the bathroom. Joan followed me. "I can do this myself," I informed her. "I know you're a big girl William, but I have to be here. Who knows what could happen?" "Nothing is going to happen." "Fine, then nothing will happen." "So why can't I do it by myself?" "Well, maybe next time. If I see you are grown-up enough now. But not this time. Mommy's have to make sure." "Then I don't want to take a shower." "You have to. You had dance today. You got all sweaty." "I don't want to." Joan had finally had enough. She grabbed me by the wrist. Lifted me toward her and gave my rear three hard spanks. It hurt more than I thought it should. "Listen to me, young lady. I don't know what got into you today. But you are going to do as Mommy says. Now either take off your clothes by yourself or I will help you. But you are going to take a bath right now!" she shouted. I didn't want to be spanked again. What was the point, she was 'bigger' than I was. I couldn't stop her. Did I really want a proper spanking? I would still have her giving me a bath and I wouldn't be any closer to returning to normal. I took off my clothes as Joan started to fill the tub. I thought of dashing off, but why bother, she would catch me. There wasn't anywhere to go anyway. The bath itself was OK. Joan washed me thoroughly. It really wasn't a big deal. Then she dried me in a big fluffy towel. I was allowed to put on my panties and the pajamas she selected. Then She reminded me to brush my teeth and my hair and I was off to bed. Joan tucked me in. Got a book off the shelf and read it to me. When she was done, she turned off the lights. A nightlight flickered on. Then she closed the door leaving the door slightly ajar. I was up early. But there wasn't any reason to get out of bed. I took the time to think about what had happened. I couldn't think of what to do next. Joan entered my room and got me out of bed. She selected an outfit for me to wear to school. It included a dress, a pair of panties, and some tights. "I don't want to wear a dress," I told Joan. "You have to. You are going to school." "Can't I wear something else, like pants?" "You always wear a dress." "Not all of the kids wear dresses." "You do. I want you to be the prettiest girl at school." "I don't want to." "What has gotten into you? Do I have to give you another spanking?" "No, I guess not." "Do I have to help you put it on?" "No." "Brush your teeth and your hair after you get dressed. Breakfast will be ready when you get down to the kitchen." Then she shouted back as she was down the hall, "Don't forget. Leave your PJs in the hamper." "OK." "I took off my pajama top and then my bottom. I suppose Joan wanted me to change panties as she left me a fresh pair. I did so. I left the dress and tights on the bed as I walked to the bathroom. I had to pee. I knew I had to sit down and I did so. I then pulled up my panties and brushed my teeth. Ran a brush through my hair a few times and returned to put on my dress and tights. It took some doing to get the tights on. I had seen my girlfriends put them on before. But it was the first time I tried. Then I slipped the dress over my head and I was ready. "Oh, yeah shoes." I found some Mary Jjanes. They are what Joan wants me to wear. Next in rapid succession, breakfast, putting on my backpack, waiting for the school bus with Joan, and getting in. I looked down the aisle of the school bus. There were lots of kids there, but I didn't know any of them. "Oh My God. I'm off to first grade," I thought. I found a seat in a vacant row and had to hop up onto it. My feet were nowhere near the floor. Once at school, in the yard I just wanted to be alone. The girls said OK, but the boys saw an isolated girl and decided to attack. "QUIT IT!" I said. But they wouldn't stop. "Please quit it. If you stop, I'll help you later. I promise." "Your just a stupid girl." "So it would seem," I said under my breath. "What did you say?" "Nothing." "You said you had cooties. That's what you said." "Yeah, sure whatever. Just can you go away?" The boy wouldn't leave me alone. I was in no mood and I jumped at him. Somehow I was the one who got into trouble. I pleaded with the teacher to just leave me alone. I told her I would do anything. It didn't work. No one would listen to me. I didn't know what to do. Maybe if I show them all I'm smart that would help. It will at least get me out of the first grade. I raised my hand and answered all the questions. Strangely enough, it was the kiddy stuff I was having problems with. I could do anything that an adult could do, but using crayons was eluding me. I couldn't draw a presentable cat. I had forgotten how to skip. It didn't matter, nothing was helping my situation. Every day was the same thing. I was watched like a, well like a six- year-old. I was under constant surveillance. I couldn't do what I wanted. I couldn't go where I wanted and if I did anything out of line, there would be trouble. My one bright spot was dance. I loved it. When I was dancing I was alive. It was so much fun. I wouldn't do anything that would interfere with my dance. I even danced around the house. It was the one thing I could do that I enjoyed. But all other times, I was despondent. After a while, Joan noticed and took me to a child psychologist. With nothing else to lose, I told him the truth. I told him I was really a man and that I had this power (which I couldn't prove as it didn't work anymore) what I had done and what had happened. he didn't believe a word of it. "Don't you like being a little girl?" the psychologist asked me. "It doesn't matter if I like it or not. I'm not one. I'm a fully competent adult," I told him. I was trying to sound intelligent. But that didn't work either. The magic made it so that no matter what I did, or what I said, everyone would accept the swap no matter how ridiculous it could be. The psychologist talked to Joan privately. They put me on medication. They never told me 'what was wrong.' I was too young to understand anyway. The medication was hidden in my juice. The only time I was truly happy was while I was dancing. Joan picked up upon this and made sure that I danced more than ever. It was the one bright spot in a dreary day...in a dreary life. I started to look forward to my times dancing. This included random dances at my house or in the aisles of supermarkets. After a while my depression lifted. As long as I could dance, what does it matter? I'm not the only person who is stuck in a job, relationship, marriage, I don't like and can't get rid of. I have made the best fit I'm the best student in the entire first grade. The boys don't bother me too much, I have learned how to hit hard. Some of the girls in my class also like dance and we can do that together. All in all, I think I'll be alright. When I get older than I can decide whether I want to be a boy or a girl, a man or a woman. But for now, I'm just a pretty little 1st grader. Maybe it could have gone like this... William ate his ice cream and appeared to enjoy it. He asked Joan for ice cream, he should act accordingly. He expected that Suzy would be at the ice cream place waiting for him. But when she wasn't there, William didn't know what to do. Something seemed to be bothering Joan, but William didn't know what. Finally, William asked, "Where's Uncle Suzy." "Ummm, he's busy. But he told me you should enjoy yourself. He said you did very well at the recital." "But I want to see him now." "I'm sorry honey. He's not here." "Can I talk to him?" "He isn't answering his phone. He's very busy." William finished his ice cream. And the duo went home. William didn't know what had happened to Suzy. She should have been there. "William, go play in your room. I'll call you when dinner is ready," Joan told him. William did as he was told, but he didn't play in his room. He didn't want to -play. He wanted to know where was William. He realized, "It was foolish to swap with a little girl." Children are so unreliable. Especially little ones. William thought that swapping with a little girl would be a great place to try. She was little and could be easily manipulated. But now he saw the error in his ways. The worst part was that this was just a test run. He didn't even do any of the fun swaps he wanted to try. He thought he should just try out his power first. Originally, he wasn't planning on doing the entire recital. he would just make one swap, see it worked, and swap right back. But once he tried the swap, he decided to test it out a little farther. He didn't think it would be a problem. One dance and then swap back. But now he was stuck until he could get a hold of Suzy, or how he should refer to her now, 'Uncle Suzy'. William exited Suzy's room, well, for now, it was his room, and heard outside the master bedroom Joan crying. She appeared to be on the phone with someone. William didn't who. He couldn't hear the entire conversation. "Oh my god...you mean...was there anything that could be done?" William knew what had happened. Suzy wondered off got into trouble and now she is... He couldn't think about it. William blamed himself for what happened to Suzy. It was his fault. She was just an innocent girl. William returned to his room. William wasn't a monster, he regretted what happened to Suzy, but he had his own problem now. He couldn't be stuck like this. He had to call for help. There was only one being to call. Call wasn't the right word. There was only one being he could summon. "You wanted me?" "Yes, you have to fix this." "Fix what?" "Look at me." "I don't see a problem. If you make a swap, I can't do anything you just have to swap back with whomever you swapped with." "I can't." "If they don't want to, I can't make them." "It's not that. They aren't with us. Not anymore. There was an accident." "OK." "Well can't you do something else?" "Like what?" "Let me swap with someone else." "That is against the rules of magic. I told you clearly. You can swap with anyone you want. But if you can only swap with someone else after swapping everything back." "That was only so I didn't make myself perfect with lots of swaps. That clearly isn't the case." "I can't break the magic. Well, maybe there is something." "Something? Anything you can do." "It'll take time. In the meantime, you can't do anything that would let anyone know you aren't as you seem. You haven't told anyone?" "No." "You haven't let it slip even for one second?" "No, nothing like that. I've been acting like the little girl you see me as." "Great. This is going to take some time. You are asking for a miracle and miracles take their time. In the meantime, you can't let anyone know in any way that you are not a little girl. Not Suzy's parents, not her teachers, not her friends, not passersby in the street. No one! You understand?" "Yes." "OK, I'll start as soon as I can. You just be like a little girl for everyone to see." "I'll do it." William knew he had to 'be the little girl'. William looked around his room. It was done in a yellow and white motif that was indicative of any little girl. There were toys and dolls all over. Even though he could see many on the shelves and for, the toy chest was still halfway filled with more dolls and toys. He sat himself down on the floor with his legs spread apart. He could see his small legs covered with white leggings in front of him. Then he picked up two random dolls and tried to play with them. Holding one in his right hand he said, "You really did it this time." William shook the doll while talking. Then he spoke for the second doll, "I sure did. I was really stupid." He shook the second doll like the first. He continued his conversation back and forth between the two dolls. "What are you going to do about it?" "I don't know. I don't know. I think I'll just try and ride it out." "That's all you can do." "Right. That is all I can do." "What are we going to do while waiting?" "Let's watch some TV." But when William turned on the TV, he found the V-chip at it's highest setting. he could only watch shows that were for children between two and six. Programs for seven-year-olds were considered too scary for him. He couldn't even watch Gilligan's Island. "What should I watch? Peppa Pig or Puppy Dog Pals?" one doll asked the other. "Hey wait, what about SpongeBob SquarePants?" William turned the channel on, only to find that SpongeBob was TY-Y7 and he wasn't old enough to see it. William frowned and said to both dolls, "I guess we are watching Peppa Pig." When William was called to dinner, he went to his seat. He had to hop up onto it since he was so small. He then ate everything he could. He didn't care how it tasted, he just wanted to be a good little girl. The only way out of this is to be a good little girl. After dinner, he returned to his room. Peppa Pig was over, now he had to watch Bubble Guppies. Soon, Joan entered his room. "Mommy," he said. He had to make sure he didn't call her Joan by accident. "OK William, it's time to take your bath and get ready for bedtime." William turned towards the bathroom. Joan followed him. He expected to take his own shower. But that wasn't going to happen. Joan always gave Suzy her bath. William acquiesced to what was happening and took off his clothes. When he was naked, Joan asked, "Do you need to make sissies?" "I should." Then already naked he sat on the bowl and did his business. "Don't forget to wipe." William did. Then he got into the tub and let Joan wash him all over. Joan tried to entertain William during the bath. William played along and raised his arm when he was supposed, dunk his head when he was supposed to, and giggle when he was supposed to. After the bath was over, William was dried in a big fluffy towel and then was given a pull-up. "Do I have to wear this?" William asked. "I know you're a big girl. But you sometimes have those accidents at night. I know it's not your fault. You can't control yourself while you're asleep." William realized "Apparently, I'm a bed wetter." There wasn't any use fighting it. He stepped into the pull-up. Then he put on my pajamas. Once dressed, William was sat down on the toilet seat and Joan braided his hair. Then his teeth were brushed, was tucked into bed, and read a bedtime story. Joan turned off the light, William could see the nightlight when he shut his eyes to sleep. That was the beginning of William's life as a six-year-old girl. he did his best to fit in. He was always dutiful to his Mommy and Daddy. Respectful to adults. Played whatever his girlfriends wanted to play and avoided the 'stinky mean boys' as often as he could. It was tough to maintain his disguise, but he knew he had to. His only true joy was dancing. he loved it. He had swapped Suzy's love of dance with his feelings about dance. While he was dancing, he felt truly alive. It was his passion. He danced all over. He danced in dance class of course, but he also danced with his friends, and alone in his house. He even danced in the halls of his school. Whenever William summoned the demon, the demon kept telling him it would take more time. Eventually, his life became normal to him. The times between summoning the demon became longer and longer. Mostly because he was practicing for one big recital or another. He was the brightest in his class, the other girls liked him and he could dance whenever he wanted. He loved his recitals. Before he realized it, he grew up into a talented young woman. But what really happened was... William ate his ice cream and appeared to enjoy it. He asked Joan for ice cream, he should act accordingly. He expected that Suzy would be at the ice cream place waiting for him. But when she wasn't there, William didn't know what to do. Something seemed to be bothering Joan, but William didn't know what. Finally, William asked, "Where's Uncle Suzy." "Ummm, he's busy. But he told me you should enjoy yourself. He said you did very well at the recital." "But I want to see him now." "I'm sorry honey. He's not here." "Can I talk to him?" "He isn't answering his phone. He's very busy." William finished his ice cream. And the duo went home. William didn't know what had happened to Suzy. She should have been there. "William, go play in your room. I'll call you when dinner is ready," Joan told him. William feigned going to his room. He knew something had happened, he had to find out. He hid and overheard Joan on the phone. Suzy walked into the street without looking. She never knew what hit her. "Oh my god! Suzy is gone!" William was shocked. he never thought a thing like that could happen. He just wasn't thinking. William walked to what was now his room. He took off his shoes, got into his bed, and put his head under the covers. He stayed that way for hours with his eyes closed. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Joan saw him when she passed by and decided not to disturb him. She realized that he must have found out what had happened and she was going to let him come to terms with it in the best way he could. If William needed her help, he would ask for it. Somehow, William got through it. Soon he started to feel sorry for himself. He was stuck and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He could never swap with anyone again and he couldn't summon the demon that gave him the power in the first place. The demon made that quite clear. Sunday, Joan got William up and made him some breakfast. She wanted to give him some space, but also help him to move along. "You know Honey," Joan consoled. "If you need to talk to me. I'm here." "I know." Then Joan scooped William up into her arms. William burst out into tears again. He didn't need to hold back or be strong. Everyone thought he was a little girl anyway. William returned to his room. He could saw his room as he entered it, it had a childish yellow and white motif. This was the first time he took stock of his room. It was perfect for a little girl. He saw toys and dolls all over the place: on the floor, on the bed, on the shelves, on the dresser, and on the bookcase. He walked up to a mirror and looked at himself. He saw his little body. He really looked at himself for the first time. He was a six-year-old girl now. He was actually his own niece and there was nothing he could do about it. It was his fault. He didn't know how he could be so foolish. He was in 'better shape' than Suzy. She didn't deserve to die. He would make it up to her and her family by living her life well. He would carry on for Suzy. He owed it to his sister Joan too. She didn't deserve to lose her daughter. He would be the best little girl he could. He (he's a girl now and forever. he forced himself to think of herself as she instead of he) she saw a toy and hugged it. It made her feel a little better. She tried to 'play' with it but she really didn't know how. She had the body of a little girl, but not a girl's instincts. The next thing she tried was to watch some TV. But the V-chip parental controls were up so high, that, SpongeBob SquarePants was considered too 'scary' for her. She watched one of the few shows she was allowed, Peppa Pig but it was too juvenile for her to watch for very long. She found her tablet, but much like TV, the parental controls were set so high it was almost useless to her. She wasn't allowed to use a browser. There were a few Apps, but they were childish games. She didn't even have access to Youtube, but she did have a video player that was also highly restrictive. She gave that up pretty quick too. With nothing better to do, William walked over to her closet. She found it filled with lots of dresses. But besides the dresses were outfits and costumes that were used in dance. Seeing them brightened her spirits. Each outfit reminded her of a dance or two that she did while wearing them. (It was actually Suzy's memories, but they felt like her own now.) She loved to dance. She received the love of dance from Suzy. It was one of the swaps. William found a dress she (well Suzy used) in one of her recitals. She remembered every moment of that recital as if she had performed it herself. She took the dresses off the poll in the closet and placed it in front of herself. She made dance moves while holding the outfit. She couldn't do it properly while holding the garment so she stripped off all her clothes and put the outfit on. Then she could move freely. She danced in her room. She didn't have any music, but she could still hear it in her head. She was smiling broadly. Joan saw William smiling for the first time and let him enjoy herself. She decided that this would be the best thing for William. William returned to her tablet and looked in the video program for dances. There weren't any block on that subject. While still wearing her dance costume, she selected a video of a young woman dancing and watched it. She loved all the dance videos. They were so graceful and so pretty. "William, it's time for lunch," Joan called from the door. Joan was happy that William was smiling. She didn't even ask him to remove the dress he was wearing. William took the tablet and watched dances all throughout lunch. Joan didn't mind. Dancing was the one thing in her 'new' life that William enjoyed. It became the center of her life. William discovered that she had something no other six-year-old had. She had dedication, focus, and time. She didn't have to worry about things like school or anything else. She was in the first grade, she could get A's without trying. She played with her friends at school just to be sociable, but her true friends were those who were in dance with her. Everything else didn't matter. Her typical day was to go to school, go home, spend two or three minutes doing whatever homework was required, and then spend the rest of her time dancing. She had all of Suzy's skills and flexibilities with his adult understanding and interpretation. She could become a great dancer. That is all she wanted to do. She dedicated her first recital where she was the lead dancer to Suzy. But that wasn't enough. She dedicated her entire career to her Uncle Suzy who was an inspiration to her. Some people say this is what really happened though... William ate his ice cream and appeared to enjoy it. He asked Joan for ice cream, he should act accordingly. He expected that Suzy would be at the ice cream place waiting for him. But when she wasn't there, William didn't know what to do. Something seemed to be bothering Joan, but William didn't know what. Finally, William asked, "Where's Uncle Suzy." "Ummm, he's busy. But he told me you should enjoy yourself. He said you did very well at the recital." "But I want to see him now." "I'm sorry honey. He's not here." "Can't I talk to him?" "He isn't answering his phone. He's very busy." William finished his ice cream. And the duo went home. William didn't know what had happened to Suzy. She should have been there. "William go to your room and get changed. I'll call you when dinner is ready," Joan told him. William went to what was now his room. He was perplexed where Suzy was. He was sure that she would turn up as soon as she realized how hard it was to be an adult. Then he would swap back. William looked at his new room. It was definitely a little girl's room. It had a yellow and white motif with stuffed animals and toys all around. There was a huge toy box in the corner that was filled with even more toys. Joan told him to get dressed, so he went to the drawer and looked for something to wear. He wanted something simple, like jeans and a t-shirt. He looked for such and found one pair of jeans. He had never seen Suzy in jeans, maybe this was the only pair she had? There weren't many plain t-shirts either. There were lots of frilly and girlie shirts, but it was hard to find plain ones. The closest William could find was a sleeveless pink shirt with a round neck and a smiling hippo print on the front. Finally, William put on a pair of socks. Now that he was dressed, William decided to lay upon the bed and watch some TV. The problem was that this TV had a V-Chip in it. It was set to the TV-Y7 setting. There wasn't anything he could watch. All the shows allowed for him were for two to six-year-olds. Even SpongeBob SquarePants was too advanced for him. William turned off the set and looked for something else to do. But he didn't know what. There wasn't anything that seemed interesting in the room. It was a little girl's room. What was he going to do? Play with a doll? "Dinner Time," Joan bellowed. As it turned out this was a later dinner than usual for the family. Joan had to give sufficient time for him to get over the ice cream. William came down to the table. He noticed that Joan was watching him as he sat down. He had to hop onto the chair, he was so short now. Joan put a plate of creamy mac n cheese with broiled chicken slices with a side of green beans in front of him. He ate all the chicken, some of the mac n cheese and none of the vegetables. Joan was watching him eat. She didn't say anything though. After dinner, Joan told him it would soon be bedtime. We are going to take a bath today. "OK," he said. William headed towards his room to get some clothes for after the bath. He had already looked in the drawers so he knew where the nightwear was. he found a pair of pajamas. He didn't want to wear a gown and took it to the bathroom. Joan was waiting for him and followed him in. It hadn't occurred to him that he was too young to take a shower by himself. Joan filled the tub with warm water and bubble bath. He took off his clothes in the meantime and then got in. She gave William a floaty toy to play with. But he didn't bother. He just wanted to get this whole thing over with. After the bath, Joan dried him off and told him to make 'sissies' before she helped him to dress. He sat on the toilet and did as requested. He needed to anyway. "What's this?" Joan asked. "My panties?" "You don't wear panties at night. Where's your pull-ups?" "Ummm, I just thought that just for tonight." Joan gave me a look. William retreated out of the bathroom naked. He went to his room. "Where are the pull-ups?" he thought. He realized they must be in the closet and he found them there. He snatched a pair and put them on. Joan was in the doorway carrying his pajamas. "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" she told him in a loud voice. "What I did?" "Yes, you aren't my daughter. A mother knows." William didn't know what to say. The demon said that everyone would think everything would seem perfectly normal. That would be true if Suzy hadn't been killed when she stepped into the street without looking first. She never knew what hit her. Joan was looking fiercely down at William, she was grabbing him roughly by the shoulders. He felt so small, so vulnerable. He was so terrified he said meekly, "Joan, I'm your little girl." That was the final straw. Suzy had never called her anything but Mommy. There were lots of other things. Suzy never wore jeans, she hated them. Suzy liked green beans and of course, Suzy knew she wore pull-ups to bed and where they should be. He had to confess. William told her everything. He didn't hold back. He also explained that now that Suzy was gone, he couldn't swap with anyone else. He was stuck this way forever. "You took my daughter's life in more ways than one!" she stated. "I didn't mean to." "I don't care. Get into bed. Go to sleep and then wait for me to get you. Don't leave this bed. I'll think about what I am going to do with you!" Then a moment later she asked, "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mommy." "OK, now go to bed." William slipped his tiny body under the covers. Joan closed the light and left the door ajar as she left. The only light was a nightlight in the outlet. It was hard to get to sleep. He had some thinking of his own to do. But he didn't see many options. He was stuck as a six-year-old girl. He would never be a real man again. He wouldn't be an adult for at least a decade. He couldn't run away. He couldn't leave this family. It would be worse to be a ward of the court in the foster system. In the morning, William waited for Joan to come and get him. He didn't dare leave the bed. Not even to go potty. He was wearing a pull-up anyway. Joan entered the room, "I've decided," she informed him. William didn't ask what. He waited for her to tell him. "You wanted to be a little girl and you will be one. You are going to be Mommy's Perfect Little Girl." "I am?" "Yeah. You are going to always be smiling. You are always going to be obedient. You are always going to be friendly. You will never wear pants again. Your days of wearing pants have left you along with your penis which as you said you will never get back. Oh, and you'll always wear white tights. Nothing says little girl like white tights. I don't care if it summer or winter. Whether it is ten below or 110 degrees. You will always be wearing a dress with white tights." She let that sink into William. Continuing, "All your friends will be girls and you are never to talk to any boys of any age. If a boy wants to talk to you, call him a name and get away as quickly as possible. I want you to have lots of girlfriends. I want you to be playing with them all the time. You shouldn't be by yourself. You are already in dance, but I think you should also join girl scouts. You are going to be a 'Daisy'. You are going to be my perfect little girl." "But, Jo...Mommy." "No buts and you will never call me or any other adult by their first name again. You hear me?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mommy." "Good, now get dressed. We are going shopping. I need to buy you some more dresses. You can never have enough." Joan left the room. William looked for a dress to wear. He decided that Joan would want him to wear the girliest one he had. He looked at each dress one-by-one in his closet. His old life was over. His new life had just begun.