Bobby loved going to the shopping center on the weekends. Not to shop, mind you. He was there for the girls. The city he lived in had a noticeably high percentage of pretty girls, and many of them loved to shop- even though online shopping was far more popular these days, they always seemed to find their way to the stores.
In his opinion, they just wanted attention. And he was happy to give it to them. Of course, they'd probably think he was a creep- Bobby wasn't really that bad looking, but he had some acne, and no real sense of style. He dressed shabbily, usually just ratty old jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. His black hair looked a little oily, and he had to wear thick lenses to correct his hyperopia. And of course, he had a tendency to stare at pretty ladies as if he was undressing them with his eyes (which he was, to be honest).
He was leering as some older teens now, marveling at how fearlessly they showed their legs and thighs, and wore short shirts that bared their midsections to the world. Plunging necklines showed off their breasts, and short skirts drew attention to their shapely rears.
His dick was hard as stone, and he shifted nervously, wishing he could either hide it or do something about it in public (alas, nobody saw fit for him to find a magic ring!). Then Teri cast her eyes on him. The chestnut-haired girl was repulsed at Bobby's lust-filled looks (especially when they turned her way!), but thanks to her early wish, she understood the forces that drove him all too well.
What he needed, she thought, was a pretty girl to distract him.
Bobby felt a wave of nausea wash over him, accompanied by vertigo, and the urge to throw up. He managed not to, and was distracted by the sounds of cracking bones as his body warped and reshaped itself, as if molded by unseen hands. His hair became clean and healthy, growing into a luxurious raven mane that fell to the small of his back. His acne cleared up, and his pasty skin became the color of cream, with a perfect complexion. His lips became fuller, and his lashes grew longer. His features softened, and his nose shrank, becoming more dainty.
His waist narrowed, and his hips flared, his arms and legs seemed to grow longer, even as he dwindled in size, his clothing becoming dangerously loose on his body. What little muscle tone he had seemed to vanish, as he became slender and girlish. His nipples grew, becoming more sensitive, and a pair of perky breasts began to form on his chest. His body hair receded, and his hard penis began to shrink in size, along with his balls- as they shrank in size, they receded, until they were absorbed into his body.
And just like that, the lusty 15 year old had been replaced by a petite and delicate raven-haired angel. She noticed something was wrong when she realized her hands barely came out of the cuffs of her now gigantic sweatshirt, and the hard-on she'd been sporting had been replaced by a new, bizarre pressure in her groin (though not unpleasant).
She distantly heard people yelling and gasping as other people were changed around her, but she went unnoticed. As she stood, her jeans slid off her waist, and even her wider hips did little to prevent them from falling off her. She struggled to hold up her pants and made her way to a restroom.
She was in such a rush, she didn't notice when she lost one of her shoes, followed soon by it's mate, as they fell off her now-dainty feet. Wearing nothing but socks, she stopped in front of the restroom mirror and gasped at the vision of loveliness reflected in it.
She touched her cheek- that was her face? This was her? She shrugged off her sweatshirt (and her jeans fell the floor to pool around her ankles), revealing her breasts. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, but they were very nice and she cupped them, overcome by both astonishment...and glee.
It didn't matter to Bobbi at all that she'd ceased to be a boy- she turned to one side and then the other as she modeled for herself. Then she recalled where she was, and she pulled up her jeans and grabbed her shirt, retreating to a stall.
Sitting down, she reached down between her legs, and touched a real pussy for the first time in her life. She moaned softly in response at the barest touch- she was so sensitive, and a sharp need for release greeted her for the first (but definitely not the last time). Did she dare?
She did, and began to explore her new cavity, even as she played with her left breast. At last, she was going to have sex with a pretty (beautiful, actually) girl! The fact that she was that girl, and that it was really masturbation, not actual sex, didn't even faze her.
She was forced to bite her tongue to keep from moaning loudly as she came, the orgasm wracking her petite form, and instead, she only let out a small whimper of pleasure. Her toes curled, and her nipple was sore from rough treatment. She sat back, relishing the afterglow, and she wanted nothing more than to feel that sensation again and again.
But slaking her lust, even if only temporarily, engaged her higher brain functions. She was a girl now. She didn't have proper clothing. There was no way anyone would believe her if she claimed to be Bobby Knight, so she didn't even have a home to go back to.
And the world was full of horny young men who wanted to have their way with a pretty young thing like herself. And she was too weak now to stop them. It's one thing to fantasize about dominating a girl, and quite another to contemplate being dominated yourself.
Bobbi was frightened now, and she had no idea what to do next. Her few friends were just like her, and she couldn't trust them not to try and take advantage of her (not that she could really blame them). She wasn't sure what to do, but the first order of business was to clean herself up.
She sniffed at her fingers, curious about the nature of the lubricant her body had secreted. She really wanted to taste it, but managed to resist the urge. It may be a girl's juice, but it was hers...and that seemed especially naughty.
'Maybe later', she thought. 'Oh fuck me, I'm a little slut!' And indeed she was, a nymphomaniac with very compromised sexual inhibitions. If she let herself, she would start wondering about having sex with boys, and that was not something Bobbi was willing to contemplate!
'No way! What if I got pregnant? Oh my God, I can get pregnant now?!' She shuddered.
The restroom remained empty, and she washed her hands before leaving. She had to find new clothing. Fortunately, the chaos allowed her to slip into a store that specialized in girl's clothing without being noticed. She was so tiny, she had no idea what size she would be. She grabbed some clothing from the Junior Miss section, but then grabbed some preteen clothes for good measure.
She modeled for herself for some time, trying on different clothing, seeing what fit, and what didn't. She traded out her old shoes for a pair of pink wedge-heeled espradilles. A black, sleeveless minidress made her gasp at how adorably cute she looked. She held her long hair back with a cute white hairband, and slipped on a pair of racy red panties. Her breasts, though shapely, were small enough that she didn't need to worry about a bra, which was good, since she had no idea what her size was, and she knew enough to know that an improperly-fitted bra was very uncomfortable to wear.
She then slipped out of the dressing room, leaving her old clothing (and the discarded outfits) behind. She felt like a child as she walked up to the counter, which was about chest height for her. The girl behind the counter looked to be in her mid-20's, and she had a brass nametag that said 'Iris- Manager'.
Iris turned to see a petite vision of beauty at the counter- the girl looked maybe 13 or 14, and was very tiny, but Iris thought she could easily be a model or an actress with her looks
. She'd been preparing to close early, due to the unfortunate chaos that had occurred- the poor girl whose shift it was had turned into some sort of catgirl, with furry ears on the top of her head and a long furry tail extending from her tailbone. Her nails had looked sharp, and some of the merchandise, she noticed, had been shredded. Well, she wasn't about to blame Anna for that, and she could worry about being reimbursed later. Sudden Transformation Syndrome, they called it. It was normally rare, but as today proved, it was becoming more common all the time.
"Oh, hello, Miss, you surprised me. I thought the center was closed for the day."
Bobbi blushed cutely. The manager was a real hottie, even if she was dressed conservatively in order to obscure that fact. "I'm sorry, I must have been distracted with trying on clothes, what happened?"
The manager gave a rundown of the various transformations she'd heard about, such as her own employee turning into a blue Abyssinian catgirl, or the poor half-doe teen. Bobbi (at some point, she'd decided to put an 'i' at the end of her name) didn't need to pretend to be shocked by the news. So that's what had happened to her! She also felt aroused at the idea of seeing the other transformed girls- especially the catgirl. Meow!
"Is it alright if I just wear this outfit out of the store? I spilled something on my other clothes, and I thought I looked really cute in the mirror." Bobbi gave what she thought was an adorable look.
'Oh my, what a little heartbreaker!' "Of course, honey, that's fine. And you do like very cute, you're going to need to beat off the young boys with a stick!" 'And probably some of the girls, too!'
While Bobbi wasn't too keen on having boys lusting after her (she couldn't deny the hypocrisy in that thought), she preened at the praise. It felt good to be complimented, something that had rarely happened to her before. She blushed and beamed at Iris. "Thank you so much." She impulsively twirled, to show off her skirt and show off her legs. It was a little daring, and she wished she'd found some thigh high socks to go with it.
Iris applauded. "Are you a model, honey? You certainly have the looks for it!"
"Do you think so?" Bobbi felt a little giddy with the attention. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." Iris rang the girl up, and gave her a manager discount, then removed the anti-theft measures on her clothing. She failed to notice that, despite Bobbi's claims, she didn't seem to have any other clothes.
Bobbi noticed the price was much lower, and good thing to, since this was going to clean her out. She handed over the bills in her wallet.
Iris frowned. Was that all the money this girl had? The poor thing! "Is someone going to pick you up, honey? I think the busses are going to stop coming here for the day, and it doesn't look like you have bus fare."
Bobbi looked at her (unreasonably cute) feet. "Uh..." She hadn't thought of that!
Iris sighed, overcome by a motherly...elder sisterly, she amended...impulse. "Don't worry, if you don't mind waiting while I close up shop, I can give you a ride." Then, noting how slim the girl was, decided she could afford to get the child a sandwich. "And we can get something to eat, too. Don't worry about the money, I'm starving myself. Just remember me when you grow up to become famous. I'm Iris, by the way."
"Bobbi, and thank you so much, Iris." Bobbi had long noticed how cute girls always seemed to get all the breaks in life, and having that power work in her favor was amazing!
The two of them talked for a bit while Iris finished her work- Bobbi even offered to pitch in, picking up stray merchandise. "I'd love to hire you, Bobbi, if you were a bit older. How old are you, 13?"
Bobbi was about to correct her, but she noticed in the mirror that she did look younger- and her new height didn't help much either. She wasn't sure how tall she was, but the tag on her dress said size 10 (and that definitely wasn't an adult size). "That's right. I know, I'm small for my age."
"Hm, do you mind if I see for myself?" Iris produced some measuring tape.
"Oh, sure." Bobbi giggled in spite of herself.
"Hm, let's see...oh take your shoes off, honey." Bobbi slid off the heeled shoes. "56 and..a third inches. Oh honey, you are tiny!"
'That's...a little over 4' 8"? Fuck, I'm a midget!', Bobbi thought. "Yeah...I know." She put her heels back on.
"Well, look at it this way, maybe you can't reach the top shelf, but you're an adorable little angel." She winked.
'Damn, I was hoping I was a sexy little angel, but I'll take it.' "I'm guessing I need to be 16 to work here."
"Afraid so, because you'd bring in a lot of customers if I could put you up in the front window instead of a mannequin!"
Bobbi thought about that. Modeling clothes all day long, attracting the stares and adoration of...
Perverted guys. Never mind!
"Anyways, I'm done, so let's go." Iris led the girl out the back way, and down the stairs to the parking garage, and to her red Mazda Miata. She unlocked the car with her fob and the two girls got in. "Remember to buckle up, dear. I could almost put you in a child seat!"
Bobbi couldn't argue the point. She was glad she hadn't chosen a pair of flats to wear (though she had seen some that were very cute looking). Iris drove them to the local Red Robin, and ordered the tiny girl a cheeseburger, shake, and fries. She had thought the girl would eat like a bird, but to her surprise, the girl devoured her meal with great enthusiasm.
Bobbi was surprised herself by her appetite, and felt a little self-conscious, but she was so hungry, and the food was really good. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."
"And here I thought you could stand to eat half a sandwich because of how light you are. You must have a really high metabolism. Do you want some of my fries?"
Bobbi tried to resist, but then she reached for the plate. Iris smiled, resisting the urge to pat the girl on the head. Bobbi finished her food and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a small belch. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, dear. Well, let's get you home." Iris smiled.
'Damn, now she's going to drop me off at my place, and my folks probably won't let me in the front door. I wish I could go home with Iris, she's nice, and I'd love to see more of that sexy bod.' She considered trying some stupid lie, like claiming to be an orphan, or homeless, but Iris seemed too smart to buy something that lame.
So Iris ended up dropping her off in front of her house, and Bobbi waved good-bye, wondering if she'd ever see Iris again. She snuck into her room through the window (she left it unlocked just in case she needed to slip in and out without being noticed). After making certain her door was unlocked, she got undressed, lay down, and pleased herself, thinking about Iris's smoking hot body..
The next day...