"I'd like to be a young girl. I wanna see what life is like on the other side" I decide.
"How young are we talking?" he asks. I want to be young, but not too young.
"Around 7." I decide.
"I'll look into someone coming over and taking care of you." he says. First things first: becoming a woman. My penis retracts and becomes a little slit. All facial hair is gone, and my black hair grows out down my back. I feel what I see is a maroon bra and look in my jeans and see that my boxers have become black panties. Then, I develop massive breasts, but I will be soon saying adieu to them, because now, the regression starts. I'm soon no more than a teenager, and once I hit 14, my breasts begin receding in. I start to notice the height drop right away. I'm about 10 at this point, and my breasts are still there. It isn't until I'm 8 that they are completely gone, and now I am nothing more than a 7-year-old girl. I am now dressed in a yellow shirt and a pink skirt. I pull down my pink skirt a bit and see that I am now wearing plain white underwear, along with a red bow now being in my still long hair. My tennis shoes had become a pair of pink sandals. I look up at the man and he absolutely towers over me.
"What name can I call you?" he asks.
"Kayla. It's what my name would have been if I was actually born a girl." I reply.
"Well then, Kayla. What would you like to do first?" he asks, lifting me up into his arms. I decide what I want next