Home, Chris and Tanya were greeted by their mother, with whom they shared the news about the game and their joy and excitment of winning, to which their mom said, "I'm sorry about Aimee. But at least you found a sub," and then, "Congratulations. I'm glad you won," before the conversation shifted and eventually their mom said, "I'm going to the market tomorrow. Do you girls need anything?"
Without missing a beat, Chris said, "I could use some more feminine products," then listed off what she'd need.
After her mom had told her she'd pick the items up tomorrow, and then Tanya began to explain what she'd need, Chris headed toward the back of the house. Dumping her purse on her desk, she fished a pair of leggings, an oversize shirt and a clean pair of panties out of her dresser. Making a beeline for the bathroom next, she began to run the bath water. Climbing in when it was the right level and temperature, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Enjoying the scent she'd added to the water, feeling relaxed, she lay sat for a minute before reaching up and idly massaging her neck.
Hand dipping lower as she became more comfortable, she began press her breasts together, then to tease her nipples. A slight moan as her nipples grew hard and a warm from within her body came over her and then she slid her hand lower, played it across her lower stomach onto her abdomen, then slipped it down and between her legs. Rubbing her thighs, growing more and more turned on, lost in the feeling, Chris soon began to diddle her clit until, with a moan, she felt herself climax. Content, her period, which had only been mildly bothering her before now hardly bothering at all, she lay for a minute longer before she reached for a washrag, some body wash, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, and began to bath herself.
When she was finished, she took her time drying her body off. Wrapping her hair up in a towel, she then pulled on her oversize shirt. The soft cotton garment, which had what she thought was a cute image on the front, coming three-fourth of the ways down her upper legs, she squatted down, got a pad from beneath the sink and applying it to the middle of her underwear, started to pull the garment on, slid her tampon out and disposed of it, then turned to wash her hands. Pulling on the leggings, she exited the bathroom and headed back to her room. There, she was tempted to take the Amulet of Zulo of her purse. But, figuring it was safe where it was, she instead turned off the light and climbed into bed. Lying on her side, a body pillow hugged close, one hand slipped under her pillow, Chris stared out at the dark room. Telling herself, "As soon as I get up, I am going to use the necklace to turn myself back," she found herself content with this thought and closing her eyes, within moments, her breathing had evened out as she slipped into dreams, then a deep sleep.
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Home, Nancy was immediately greeted by Cassie, who asked, "Are you going to work on my costume?"
Her ten-year-old sister was a theatre nerd and loved to dress up, even when she didn't have any plays she was to star in. Thinking of the upcoming production Cassie would be, and how she had promised to make the younger girl's costume, as her mom was often too busy, Nancy kicked off her shoes and as she heard their mom come in through the kitchen, she told her sister, "Let me get a shower, and then, yes, I will," and as the girl loudly exclaimed, "Yay," Nancy added, "And I hope to have it done by tonight," as their father called from the den, "Keep the noise down. I can't hear my show."
A quick shower, a change of clothes to a t-shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms, and Nancy headed for the room her mom had set up for sewing, but never seemed to have the time to use it. Thinking about the game as she went, she found herself dwelling on the odd necklace she had seen in Chris' purse. Wondering why the girl had such a thing, as, in Nancy's opinion, it was butt ugly, and Chris didn't seem the type to go for neckwear of any kind, Nancy also wondered why it felt like the thing had been calling to her, urging her to take it from the girl's purse. Feeling off, and not just because of her period, Nancy shuddered as she sat down and pulled the basket with her sister's costume in it toward her. Setting to work, she prepped the sewing maching, checked the pins, and when everything was ready, set about finishing the costume.
When she was done, she did one last check to make sure the seams were straight and would hold, that she hadn't missed any pins, and that it was the right size for Cassie. Finding everything looked all right, Nancy folded it and dropped it back into the basket. Thinking, "Better tell the munchkin it's done, otherwise she'll continue to pester me," Nancy set about unplugging the sewing machine, removing the spool from the top and the bobbin from under the plate. Opening a nearby draw to put them away, she cursed when she dropped the bobbin into the basket.
Putting the spool of thread back, Nancy reached down and into the basket. Fishing about for the lost bobbin, she squeaked out, "Ouch," and yanking her hand back, she looked at it. Muttering darkly, "Fuckin' pins," she peered at her hand and fingers. Not seeing any hint the skin had been broken from being pricked, she reached down and pulled the costume out. About to unfold it, she stopped and feeling a weird sensation in her abdomen that seemed to go down into her groin, which she chalked up to her period, she remarked, "How did this get in here," as she reached down and picked up the amulet she could have sworn she had last seen in Chris' purse, missing as she did that her voice sound different.
On one side she saw a strange word had been stamped into the metal, whilst on the other side was an image of something being altered. Creeped out by the image, Nancy told it, "You're still butt ugly," before reaching over, depositing it in an empty draw and turning her attention back to the costume and checking it for pins.
Not finding any, she then considered searching the basket to see if any had dropped into it. But, deciding it could wait, she stood, folded the costume, left it on the chair, and headed for the bathroom. There, she put a pad in her underwear, removed her tampon, and after washing her hands, exited the bathroom. Feeling off, more so than before, she told Cassie as she passed the girl in the hall, "Your costume's done and is in the sewing room," before heading for her room.
There, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights and instead flopped face down on her bed. A moan of discomfort escaped her and turning over so she was lying on her back, she spread her legs as far as she could and pulled her legs up until the heels of her feet were pressed against her butt. Wanting to do anything to relieve the pressue building in around the area of her internal reproductive organs, Nancy bit her lip as the sensation grew to level of being totally uncomfortable. Unaware she was doing so, she scrunched her eyes she and bore down as her urethra and clit fused together, then began to lengthen.
A groan escaped her and oblivious to what was happening between her legs, Nancy felt like she dying as it felt like something was passing through her. As she uttered a noise that sounded like, "Huhuuuhhh," inside her body, her overies, now testicles, descended lower until they reached her cervix. Squeezing through it, even as the fallopian tubes and uterus withered and vanished, they stopped when they reached her vagina, which began to wrap around them. And then, as the discomfort fluctuated, they began to push outward, the vagina sealing as the tissue from the neo scrotum merged with her lips major and minor, dropped and settled beneath her fully formed dick, which was shifting from between her legs to out front.
Glad the unpleasant sensations had finally passed, unaware of the slight bulge that now could be seen in the front of her pyjama bottoms, Nancy relaxed and wondered, briefly, if there was something wrong with her that maybe she should talk with her mom about. Thinking she was fine, that it was just her period doing something weird, she decided to wait to see if it happened again. Crawling under the covers, thinking, "If it does, then I'll talk to mom, she drifted off to sleep, missing that her normal C cup breasts had dropped down a full cup size, and where still shrinking, whilst her voice no longer sounded like a teenage girl's, but more like a prepubescent boy's voice.