A Wrenzephyr2 - verse TF
(Man to Woman to Girl, Woman to MILF)
They entered the store, a man shouting at a woman. A witch frowned.
She didn’t know what they were talking about, but she didn’t need to. The only thing that mattered to her was how loud they were, and how much they interrupted her reverie. She could have had a better reason for casting her spell, but in truth it was as petty as that.
The two had chosen the wrong place to fight, and now the handsome man and the cute girl were about to suffer the consequences for their indiscretions. They were Jo and Sam, a brown-haired man and a redheaded punk girl… Though they wouldn’t remain as such for long.
“And listen, you” Jo cut himself off mid-sentence, a look of confusion on his face. It was like he’d been looking through glasses that had just been adjusted. The woman before him looked the same, but… Different, at the same time.
“What? At a loss for words?” Sam scowled, the stud in her left nostril glinting as it caught the light. “I don’t…” It was her turn to trail off, though at least she finished the thought. “Feel right…”
Now that Jo was looking at her more intently, it was easy to see that something was changing about her. The girl’s normally cropped hair was growing out a bit at a time, and her features were losing some of their youthful glint.
“No way…” Jo muttered, his eyes widening. He watched as her back straightened slightly from a slouch to a posture that could only have been taught by nuns. Age lines appeared on the redhead’s face as her hair reached her shoulders, beginning to lose its crimson luster.
“What? Did you say something, sweetie?” Sam asked, looking around the store in surprise. “And my goodness, why are we here?”
“Why are we… Are you feeling okay? This is Fiery Subject, we came here to buy clothes. And since when do you talk like that?” Jo narrowed his eyes, backing away from his friend. Her chest swelled as he moved away, as if to occupy the space that had been vacated.
“Fiery Subject? I would never shop there!” Sam gasped, bringing her hand up to her left ear and undoing both piercings on it. It was like she was moving in a daze, not fully cognizant of her actions. She fastened the earrings on her lobes, in a more traditional location-but they weren’t the plain rings they’d once been. Now they were pearl-inlaid studs, the thing that Jo would associate with a far more conservative woman.
Her clothing shifted to match a second later, Sam twirling in place and lengthening her tank top and jeans into a loose blue dress. It was like a bad effect out of a television special, and Jo had to blink to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Hey, Sam… Something’s wrong.” He looked to her in alarm, watching as her eyes glazed over.
Little did the man know that her identity was being overwritten just as her appearance was. Her hips rounded as her gaze narrowed, and she tutted to him chidingly. “How many times have I told you not to call me by my first name?”
Normally, Jo had a knack for reading people. As such, he had been expecting any one of a hundred things to leave her mouth. This was not among them. “Wha?” He managed, his jaw gaping as rose lipstick appeared on her face, as well as a few layers of makeup.
Sam had gone from a twenty-something to a woman who was rapidly approaching forty and doing her best to hide it-and mentally, she wasn’t far off. “You heard me, missy!” She lifted a finger and pointed it at Jo accusingly. “Only my friends call me Sam!”
“Missy?” Jo gawped, shuddering as a wave of change gripped him. Sam hadn’t been expecting it, so her shifts had gone unnoticed. Jo, on the other hand, was fully aware of what was happening to him-or rather to her.
The second Sam had spoken, a sharp pain had come between Jo’s legs, followed by a distinct absence. As her boxers tightened to panties around herself, she could feel that there was no bulge for them to press against. The same couldn’t be said of her new bra, which found two rather large lumps of flesh nestled into its silk confines.
Her hair lengthened as her stubble receded, leaving her clean-shaven and smooth. Her rounded features coalesced into a distinct heart-shaped face, and her belly receded until she was toned. It looked like she was some kind of yoga instructor now!
“Ngh… My head…” Jo resisted the mental changes thanks to her awareness, though she couldn’t keep from referring to herself in the feminine gender. “Sam, something’s really wrong. Don’t you see what’s going on?”
“And there you go again!” The matronly woman chided, seemingly ignorant of the fact that she’d been a punk just seconds before. The stud piercing on her nose shifted to a dark freckle as she scowled, shaking her head. “I know you think that graduating college makes you a hot deal, but really!”
“Graduating college? I did that last year!” Jo had meant to say ‘five years ago’, but something was keeping her from voicing that remark. Her eyes rounded as she realized that her speech was being influenced, and she desperately looked to Sam for help.
Obviously she couldn’t keep calling the changed woman ‘Sam’, that wasn’t doing her any favors. So then... What? The young woman fidgeted in place, distinctly aware of how her long hair brushed against the small of her back. Somehow that was stranger than having breasts… Which were growing.
Jo squeaked, looking down to her body and watching as it plumped out. “W-what’s going on?” She looked up to Sam desperately, feeling her fingers sink back into a familiar pleasing pudge.
“Your Freshman Fifteen, silly. Remember? You didn’t lose it despite our best efforts… Though I suppose my cooking wasn’t helping my daughter out.” Sam looked abashed, and it took Jo a few seconds to process her comment.
“Like, what? No way, you’re not my mom!” She yelped-regretting her words an instant later as Sam’s eyes flashed.
“Honestly! That’s just so typical of you. I don’t know why I took you to this store anyways, it’s only fueling your teenage rebellion.” Sam chided, tutting and swaying her hips idly from side to side. Her dress clung to her a little tighter as Jo’s clothing loosened around her.
“Ah!” Jo squeaked. The brunette looked down to her body in a panic, finding her outfit had shifted to something more akin to what Sam had been wearing at the outset of this excursion. She actually felt dumber now, quicker to anger. It was like years of wisdom had been erased from her mind, and she glared up to her mother accusingly.
Her… Mother? Friend? She wasn’t friends with her mom, that was for sure. But… This woman wasn’t her mother, even if they looked a lot alike. A more youthful glossiness overtook Jo’s skin as she lost the weight again-though now her body wasn’t toned. Rather, it was the body of a girl just barely sixteen, one who’d never tasted gaining weight.
“Like, gawd!” Jo cried, the first thing that came to her mind. Her hair shortened back to the length it had been when she was a man-albeit now it was both spiked and dyed. She shook her head at the unfamiliar sensation of piercings jingling on her face, one connecting her ear to her nose.
“What do you mean, God?” Sam frowned, narrowing her eyes. She looked to Jo curiously, and the teenager squeaked as she realized she was toeing a very dangerous line.
Then her own eyes narrowed, that rebelliousness taking hold of her again. “I’m almost an adult, mom! No way you can tell me what to do!” Jo placed her hand on her budding chest, not flat anymore-though only just.
“I can and I will, when you’re acting like such a child!”
Child. A chill ran down Jo’s spine as she realized what would come next, and her piercings jangled as she shook her head madly. “No, please! Like, anything but that! I don’t wanna be a kid again ‘cause that’s not faiiiir!” Her voice squeaked as she threw a tantrum, her piercings clattering to her shoes, bedazzling them into ballet slippers.
Jo squealed and balled up her shrinking fists, watching as the world grew around herself. She went from almost being as tall as Sam to barely coming up to her waist, though her hair remained the same length. She brushed hands through the long locks, whimpering at how small and stubby her fingers were.
“Mommy! You gotta stop talking like that you can’t!” Jo squealed, trying to retain her body. “I don’t wanna be a kid, I don’t wanna I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna!” Jo stomped her feet on the ground, throwing a tantrum worthy of the six-year old she had become.
Naturally, her mother responded. Sam knelt down, bending Jo over a knee and swatting at her plump posterior. The woman’s large hand clapped over both of the shrunken girl’s cheeks, and Jo outright squealed in distress.
“No! No spankings, please! I don’t wanna get spanked wike I’m some kinda kiddy! Wike? Wait, why wowds getting’ howd?” Jo kicked her legs as they were lifted off the ground by her shrinking body, and tears dripped down her cheeks.
“Noooo! I’m gettin mowe kiddy! No wanna be a kiddy, I dun wannabbl! Gabbl! No, pwease! Fowgettin how tawk, mommy mommabblly! Maaawwyy! AAA!” Jo squealed loudly, terrified at the sound of her own voice. She’d forgotten so much, but she knew that she should talk-even if she couldn’t remember being older, much less being a man.
Sam’s next words were the worst thus far, the final indignity for the afflicted toddler who’d once been older than the woman. “Oh, hush up. You can barely feel them through your diapers.”
“Bah! Bah bah Gahh!” Jo squealed, feeling her undies swell up into a proper diaper. Undies… She couldn’t even remember the word for underwear. It was like a nightmare come to life, and it was the most terrifying thing the girl could think of. “Me gah dahhh!” She sniffled, hugging onto her mom’s thigh.
“What’s that?” Sam kept her hand from falling onto Jo’s padded bottom, and the woman looked down to her dubiously. “You’re sorry?” She stretched out the last word like a woman talking to a child, her own clothes shifting a little more in time with Jo’s.
Jo nodded and sniffled, her tiny mind crumbling under the weight of the changes. She couldn’t remember how to speak, so she didn’t know any way of remembering how to tell herself she’d once been older. All she knew now was that Sam was her mommy, and that Jo wanted to be a good girl. “Soww sowww…” She hiccupped faintly.
“Good. ‘Cause I don’t need you causing a scene in here. Heh, a ‘scene’. Get it?” Sam’s face fell as she realized who she was talking to; that her daughter barely understood what she’d said to begin with. “Never mind. God, I need to get a boyfriend.”
Their clothes changed once more, a last irony imparted upon the two of them. The last of Sam’s ‘trendsetting mom’ outfit changed to jeans and a loose T-shirt that said ‘EMOmmy’. Jo’s dress tightened to a onesie printed with ‘Goo-Goo Goth’.
“Honestly…” Sam muttered, scooping up her daughter into her arms. The girl could walk-barely-but was too slow for Sam’s taste. There weren’t any cute guys in here, so that meant they might be at another similar shop. She had to act quick, before the boys had to get home for dinner!
Jo babbled dumbly as Sam carried her out of the store, not forming any real words but enjoying the company of her mother, and her warm embrace. Any trace of the man she’d once been was forever obliterated, and her upbringing was now in the flirty MILF’s hands.
At the back of the store, a witch smiled. They left the store, a mother carrying her daughter.