"Damn it," she swore and taking a swipe at her long, light brown hair, Abby cursed, "Fuckin' bullshit," before muttering, "This isn't the way it was supposed to turn out," and continuing to work the brush through her damp hair as she sat at her vanity, she let her thoughts drift as she simmered in frustration.
She could not quite remember what the plan had been, just that it was that she and another guy would become girls to do something. How they had done it, she didn't recall that either, but thought it had something to do with a necklace called the Amulet of something or other that might have began with a Z. But now, the plan seemed to have gone to hell and she was trapped four years in the past, unable to turn back, forced to become something she didn't want to become, yet, at the same, finding she like being, no matter how chaotic her life suddenly seemed. Swiping at her hair a couple more times, she huffed, and set the brush down and looked over at her mirror, still thinking.
It had been a couple days since her mom had dropped the bombshell about aunt Carol, what she, her mom, was planning to do, and what she, Abby, had remembered. Standing and drifting over to before the mirror, she stared at the five foot one, fifteen year old girl. She didn't know exactly when it had happened, but to add further to what was happening, she had regressed in age. She wasn't sure how she could tell, as it was more of a feeling, but Abby was certain that when her mom and dad had talked to her about aunt Carol, she had been nineteen. Now, looking in the mirror, she was positive she was fifteen. Turning in place, studying the way her chest pushed out when she pressed on the front of the sleeper shirt she had on, the way her butt stuck out when she grabbed a handful of the clothe and pulled it forward, causing it to pull tight against her backside, she searched for a hint of the nineteen year old guy she had been. Not seeing it, she let go of the garment and muttered, "It's how I feel, how I perceive myself," she pulled upward on the garment.
The sleeper shirt hiked up almost to her waist, she stared at the last thing that said she had been a guy at one time. Only she could see it, of that she knew, as she had changed in front of her two friends earlier today when they went to the pool, and neither had said a word, or even acknowledged, that she had a dick. Heaving in frustration, she wanted it to remain, to remind her of what she had lost, but she knew it wouldn't. Staring at the limp, whitish-pink thing, taking in how her nut sack, now nothing more than a squishy bit of flesh, had started to stretch up and around her cock, whilst at the same time stretch back between her legs. Staring at it a moment longer, thinking it looked smaller, she wondered briefly if it was because of the triangle patch of pubic hair that now covered her groin and a small bit of the area between her legs, before letting go of the night shirt and letting it settle in place down close to her knees.
Frustrated that soon she would lose her dick, that she had already lost her balls, Abby sat back down before her vanity. Idly picking clean her brush, she thoughts, "It's not fair. I agreed to be a girl. But I didn't want to be one for four years."
Her thoughts drifted and having missed completely that sometime in the past couple days she had stopped thinking of herself with male pronouns, Abby wondered if she could find the amulet herself and use it to make herself male again. But the moment she considered that, she knitted her brows in further frustration as she thought of Diane, a friend she didn't know she had until today when the girl had come home from a summer riding camp, Sara, the girl she had first met when she had began her transformation, and that she didn't remember what the necklace was called.
"Only that is like the Amulet of something or other," she muttered as she found herself angry with herself for thinking of ditching her besties, one who she had known since about the third grade, to go back to being a guy.
Her frustration grew a titbit more as she found she didn't know what she should do and as she reached for a lotion, and began to rub it on her legs, Abby heaved a sigh. Finding she knew that her only two options were to look for the necklace herself or wait four years, she found both conflicting. Trying to convince herself, not for the first time, that she didn't want to be a girl, had never wanted to be a girl, and didn't like being a girl, Abby huffed and dropped the lotion bottle back on her vanity when she realised that, no matter how many times she tried to convince herself these things, it wasn't true. Thinking of Diane and Sara, who she had broken the news to about her having to possibly spend the summer in New Mexico, but had given the hope that it would all blow over and she'd back by the time school start, she stood. Clicking off the bedroom light, she climbed into bed.
The sheet and the comforter pulled up until they stopped just under her arms, Abby adjusted herself a bit before turning to lay her side. Awash in a number of conflicting emotions, one hand under her pillow, the other atop, she stared out at the dark room. Feeling her sleep shirt pulled tight against her breasts, and her dick lying limply against her leg, she breathed easily in an attempt to calm herself.
But the frustration, the conflicted sensation, the hurt she felt that she was stuck as a female for the next four years, "If not for the rest of my life," she thought, wouldn't leave her. Distraught at the prospect of being a girl for the next four years, or even for the rest of her life, and how her mind seemed to resist such a thought as she felt it was only right that she would be female for the rest of her life, saw no issue with being a young woman, and liked being so, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly in another bid to try and calm herself.
A odd feeling in her groin and abdomen momentarily distracted her and for a split second, she fear she was getting her period. But as she slipped further and further down into a fitful sleep, Abby found herself reassuring herself that she could get her period.
"Not because I am, was, a guy," she yawned. "But because I just had my last cycle about a week, week and a half ago."
Chased into sleep by thoughts about her period, that she used tampons, except when she slept, and the frustration that she was stuck as a girl unless she could find the amulet, which she did not see as likely, mixed with the uneasy feeling of acceptance, she found herself dreaming of Thomas. Kissing the teenage boy, liking how he was touching her as he ran his hands from her sides around to her back and then pulled her close, she moaned, not in horror that she was kissing a dude, but in expectation of what was to come as a warmth started in her groin.
The dream caused the sleeping girl to shift and roll over in her sleep. And as in the dreamscape Thomas began to tease her erect nipples with his lips, the fluttering sensation in her groin and abdomen grew as part of what used to have been her nut sack grew in size and extended up into her body, slowly forming everything from her vagina to her ovaries. And as she whispered, in her dream, "Do you have protection," and Thomas nodded, affirmed he did, the last vestiges of her masculinity began to shrink as the spongy tissue that used to be her ball sack pulled more and more down between her legs, forming her lips around her vagina, and forcing the now tiny cock, which had split in two, into a position of her clit and pee hole.
Something whispered to her mind that it wasn't right, that she should not want to be have sex with a dude. But as she became more and more sexually aroused as she kissed Thomas, ran her hands over his body, felt his hands on her body, his mouth against her breasts, then moving upward until he found her mouth, their breathing getting more and more heavier until they were panting, Abby was sure that, as a girl, there was nothing wrong with her desire to have sex with a guy. And as she began to feel moist down between her legs, and Thomas began to rub his condom covered cock against her lips, her clit, stimulating her more, and ramping up her need, she moaned first in expectation, then gasped when she felt Thomas thrust his dick into her vagina. Moaning, panting, there bodies rocking to a rhythm that was in near perfect harmony, the two teenagers gave into what Abby's mind assured her was right.
With a brief gasp, Abby snapped her eyes open and stared at the dark. The dream slipped away so fast, she lost it before she could recall it. Unsure what had awoken her, she eventually closed her eyes and slipped back into an uneasy sleep.
Magick continued its final legs of the transformation and it would not be until morning when Abby woke to natures call and stumbled to the bathroom that she would discover it. Sitting on the toilet to pee, then wiping herself, the sleep-fog wrapped around her mind quickly dissipated when she realised where her hand was doing. Looking down, she gaped in amazement at what she saw and then began to weep tears of sorrow when she came to terms with what she saw, and felt, that her penis was gone, but also of joy that she was now fully female as she came to a frustrated acceptance that this was who she was, would be for the next four years, and possibly for the rest of her life.