This story is my take on Emma Finn's classic age swap The Other Side...

“What do you have in your hand?” Marjorie Jones asked coming into her 5 year old daughter’s room. “It is way past your bedtime missy”

“Mommy” Lizzie said spinning around “Look what I found earlier today” she held out her hand revealing a black stone “It’s a wishing stone”

“A wishing stone? That’s ridiculous” Marjorie said swiping her hand towards her daughter “There’s no such thing”

“There is! I saw it happen!” Lizzie insisted.

“Really? What in the world did you see that could possibly make you think somebody’s wish came true?”

“Well…” Lizzie hesitated and swayed back and forth “I don’t want to tell you; I want to show you”

“Well maybe I don’t want to see; maybe I just want a certain little girl to get to bed” Marjorie stated “You don’t even have your pajamas on yet”

“Just take it and hold onto it tight and say ‘I wish I was Lizzie’”

“Oh No. Why would that be what I wished for?” Marjorie said.

“Don’t you think it would be fun to be little like me again?” Lizzie asked.

“No…” she shook her head emphatically “I’ve been a little girl before and I don’t plan on being one again”

Lizzie put the stone in her Mom’s hand “But it has to be something big that you wish for, something that you can see working right away”

“Why wouldn’t I wish for a million dollars? I’d see that right away” Marjorie said.

“I don’t think it works like that, I think it only works on people” Lizzie said.

“You’re just being silly!” Marjorie scolded her daughter. “You need to stop this nonsense”

“No I’m not Mommy it’s true! And if you just say ‘I wish I was Lizzie’ you’d see that it’s true!”

“Why do I have to say that?” Marjorie asked again, a slight tingle running down her spine “Why can’t I wish for something I’d actually want?”

“Because I said so” Lizzie shot back.

“You need to go to bed” Marjorie said once more but she still held the stone in her hand as she said it, she hadn’t put it back or dropped it.

Marjorie had a bad feeling, a pit of her stomach feeling for some reason about this whole thing. She was acting strong and firm in front of her daughter but deep down, something was off about the stone in her hand.

“Why won’t you just say it?” Lizzie asked dramatically. “Even if it happens, you can change right back to yourself”

“Why are you insisting that should be my wish? I really don’t want to look like you let alone think and act like you. Somebody around here has to be the Mom, and that just happens to be me” Marjorie said. “You know what…I’m not playing this game anymore with you…no more talking about wishing stones”

“You won’t say it cause you’re scared!” Lizzie taunted. “You’re just a big ol’ scardey cat and you won’t say it ‘cause you know it’ll happen and then you’ll have to say that I was right”

“You’re not going to shame me into saying something stupid and silly like I wish I was Lizzie!” Marjorie said and immediately slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes bulged and her eyebrows shot up.

Lizzie gasped, then laughed “You said it!” she said with her eyes equally wide “You actually said it!”

“I didn’t mean it!” Marjorie cried out in a high pitched little girl’s voice that sounded exactly like Lizzie’s.

They both gasped at the sound but while Lizzie laughed again and clapped her hands at the sound, Marjorie was mortified and began to shake “I take it back!” she whined in her girlish voice.

“Too late!” Lizzie said “You can’t take it back!”

Marjorie sucked in a deep breath just as she began to shrink. Her feet slipped in her heels as they no longer came in contact with the sides or back and while still much taller than her daughter, she knew where she was going. “Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!” she cried out feeling her clothes puff out around her slimming body.

Marjorie’s arms began to creep back in her blouse and soon the cuffs were covering up the palms of her hands. Her fingers shrank which caused her rings to fall off and clatter on the ground at her feet. Her nails pulled back and became ragged looking from Lizzie’s habit of biting them. Her dark maroon polish flashed to a bright garish pink that was worn off in most places.

Marjorie felt her hips and ass diminish and her skirt soon gave up and fell freely to the floor, pooling at her feet and exposing her skinny and shrinking legs. “I don’t wanna be Lizzie!” she cried out once more.

Her blouse hung down over her thin thighs like a dress and she could feel her panties loosening up even more beneath it.

Her breasts shifted back and lost contact with the front of her bra. Her hands, still swimming in her sleeves flew up to them. She squeezed them as they shrank smaller and smaller, clutching them and squirming her legs trying to change her wish.

Soon, Marjorie was slapping at a flat surface and only able to grab the useless silk cups of her bra as her height dwindled down closer to closer to Lizzie’s height.

Marjorie’s hair turned bright yellow and grew out long and wild from its usual brown and grown up style. Her bangs swept aside, her glasses slid down her shrinking nose and came away from her now tiny little ears and hit the floor. Also, her big hoop earrings popped free and clattered down as well as her piercings closed up.

Her lips thinned, her cheeks puffed out and rose up as her chin and jaw shrank back away. She dropped the last few inches she needed to lose and found herself staring eye to eye with her 5 year old daughter: Mirror images of each other but for the clothes.

Marjorie’s mouth stayed open in a stunned O; she was frozen with fear, anger and shock.

A smile spread across Lizzie’s lips “You look so adorable Lizzie” she said.

Marjorie’s blood ran cold “Don’t…” she stammered out “Don’t call me that”

“Why not Lizzie?” Lizzie taunted.

“That’s not my name!” Marjorie yelled. She flapped her arms in the huge blouse and finally managed to move, stepping clear of her pile of clothes which included her black heels, black skirt and panties.

In the motions of changing, Marjorie had dropped the black stone but now she began searching the floor looking for where it could have gotten to.

Marjorie picked up her huge skirt and threw it aside gasping when she saw the stone; sitting between her heels, next to her rings and bracelets.

She dove for the stone and covered it up with her tiny body, scrambling back up to her feet. “Ha!” she declared as she waved the stone in Lizzie’s face “Look at what I got! You’re going to be in so much trouble in a second when I change myself back”

Lizzie made no effort to take the stone from her Mom’s hand.

Marjorie gripped the stone tight as she closed her eyes and said “I wish I was Marjorie again”

She opened her eyes; nothing happened.

She shut her eyes tight “I wish I was me again!” she said with a bit more urgency.

Nothing happened.

“I wish I was an adult again!” Nothing. “I wish I wasn’t Lizzie anymore!” Nothing but rising panic in her voice. “I wish I was…HEY!” she yelled as Lizzie took the stone from her hand “Give that back to me right now! You’re going to be sorry!” Marjorie yelled and stomped.

“Nope” Lizzie said. “I should have told you that it’s only good for one wish per person”

Marjorie’s heart stopped in panic and fear “No” she whispered “No…that can’t be; you tricked me!”

Lizzie smirked triumphantly as she held the stone and the power Marjorie realized. “Lizzie: You need to stop and think about this; don’t do anything rash” she said. “Just take the stone and wish me back to my real body and place” she said as calmly as she could manage.

“What if that’s not what I want to use my wish on?” Lizzie asked.

Marjorie saw the look in her daughter’s eyes. They were the exact same height, exact same size and with the exact same bodies for the moment. Marjorie knew her only advantage was her still adult mind but as the seconds ticked by, even that was changing and leaving her with more like the mind of a 5 year old; Lizzie’s mind.

“Please Lizzie; you’ve had your fun. You’ve brought me down to your size, now be a good girl and wish Mommy back to her real body” Marjorie pleaded.

“Maybe I’ll wish to be you” she said. “Maybe I want to be the Mommy around here from now on”

“No…trust me Lizzie you don’t really want that. You might think it’ll be cool to be the adult but think about it…you’d have to go to work and do my job which you know is really boring. You’d have to pay bills and you couldn’t play with your toys…it’s not worth it”

“I’ll be the judge of that” Lizzie said. “I wish…”

“No!” Marjorie lunged forward and tried to knock the stone out of her daughter’s hand but Lizzie was quicker and she jumped back, avoiding her Mom’s diving attempt.

“I wish I was Marjorie” Lizzie said.

Marjorie looked up, shock and fear in her eyes, her entire world crashing around her. Blood pumped through her temples creating a rushing sound and she thought she might black out as she lay on the floor looking up at the smug smile on Lizzie’s face. “Bye Lizzie…you’ve been a bad girl” Lizzie told her Mom in a deep voice that had no business coming from such a small body; Lizzie had Marjorie’s voice.

Lizzie dropped her head, all she could see were her daughter’s bare feet directly in front of her. As she stared, those feet began to grow. The toes grew wider and popped outward. The garish pink nail polish, picked and worn off in so many places now filled in with a glassy and solid maroon.

Marjorie heard a familiar laugh. It sounded different coming from someone other than her though; deeper somehow and much more intimidating. She could tell the sound was moving, her daughter was growing taller.

Marjorie’s eyes traced up slightly. She watched Lizzie’s ankles grow out and her calves lengthen, doubling in size and tearing apart the orange and red stripped tights she had been wearing.

“Oh, look at how little you are” Lizzie said “My little Lizzie” she said as she rapidly grew taller and bigger all around.

She felt her tights tear away from her expanding legs as her thighs exploded out in soft round mounds. Her hips slid and her ass plumped as her panties tore to pieces as she received her Mother’s adult body going from 5 to 33.

“What did you do?” Marjorie said managing to get to her knees still wearing her white blouse as a dress.

“I made things around here much better now that I’m in my proper place as your Mother” Lizzie announced as her stomach stretched out flat and her back tore through her tiny red top.

Her arms exploded out of the tight sleeves, popping at the biceps and running all the way down to her wrists. Lizzie’s hands and fingers grew larger with long elegant fingers topped off with maroon polish that matched her toes.

The front of her shirt didn’t have much longer to last as her breasts began to grow. Quickly going from nothing, to small mounds, to pert cones to round full pendulous breasts in a matter of seconds. Lizzie tore her shirt off reaching for them and giving them a satisfying squeeze.

Lizzie looked down: Way down to the floor where Marjorie cowered before her on her knees. Now standing 5’7”, her childish face began to morph into that of an adult woman. Her frizzy and wild blonde hair darkened to chestnut brown and stylized itself into Marjorie’s look of bangs and long wavy hair. Her chin and jaw extended, her lips plumped, her teeth grew, her nose broadened, her cheeks streamlined and her eyes matured even as they widened under sculpted eyebrows. Her ears grew out and holes appeared in her lobes. Tiny birthmarks and moles came to her as even her fingerprints changed pattern changing her entirely into Marjorie Jones.

The new and now permanent Marjorie bent down and the new and now permanent Lizzie flinched and jumped back. Marjorie laughed “Silly little girl of mine” she said as she reached for her glasses on the floor “What a mess you made”

She put them on her sleek nose and tucked them behind her ears “Playing dress up in Mommy’s clothes at bedtime; you need to get your pajamas on and get to bed…it is way past your bedtime”

“But…” Lizzie protested weakly “Give me my shirt back” she said easily lifting Lizzie up, spinning her around and taking the oversized blouse off in one fell swoop. Marjorie snorted out a laugh at seeing her Mom reduced to this; a small helpless girl now only clad in a totally useless bra.

She flipped that off of the new Lizzie as well “Honestly” she said shaking her head “Ruining a perfectly good outfit like that” she toed the destroyed clothes she had just ripped out of in her rapid growth and change.

Marjorie picked up the panties from the floor and slipped them on, followed by her skirt. She fastened the bra around her and unbuttoned the blouse as she watched the new Lizzie scramble for clothes.

Lizzie’s world was marked by black around the corners of her vision. Her mind was diminishing, shrinking in its own way confusing her even more as she grabbed for a pair of children’s pajamas and put them on hastily.

By the time she turned around, Marjorie was slipping her feet into the size 9 black heels, raising her up even higher and taller than before. Lizzie was intimidated by the woman before her as she turned and smiled at her. She was putting the hoop earring into her ears, having already put on the rings and bracelets that had fallen off of the shrinking Marjorie.

“Now didn’t I tell you that I could show you that magic was real?” Marjorie said bending down into Lizzie’s face as the small girl began to cry.