Tim was a 13 year old boy with a problem. His best friend Ben needed a babysitter and Ben didn't like the idea. He was 13 years old as well and he believed that he was old enough to be his own babysitter. Ben had asked Tim if he knew someone who could do the job without being a total buzzkill. Ben then had the idea that Tim could be his babysitter. That was odd because they were the same age and they were friends. But Ben told him about the new Magic Shop he had heard about.
Tim went there not sure what to find but he explained the problem to the man at the magic shop. The man showed him to packets of gum, one was pink and the other light blue.
"You put the gum in your mouth and blow it up until it pops."
"Then what?"
He explained that you turned into a copy of the woman the clothes that you are wearing. He didn't have an older sister. However he did know a local strip club and one of the women did her washing at the local laundromat. He formulated a plan to take from her one of her purple thongs before she had a chance to wash it. He slipped around the corner and put his stolen item on.
He popped a stick of pink bubblegum into his mouth and blew it into a balloon until went pop.
He began to sweat as a fog began to creep into his mind. He looked at his hands as the tingling sensation spread to the tips of his fingers. Suddenly, his hands spasmed as his fingers popped and elongated, flexing and growing against his will. His digits grew long and feminine as his nails extended into a set of perfectly manicured claws. To his horror, his nails were covered with nail polish matching the color of his thong. Jolts of energy began to seize his body as his arms began to grow as well. He watched in silent terror as his arms extended to adult proportions with more sickening cracks, his joints maturing rapidly as his muscles grew toned and feminine. Years of exercise and practice forced their way into his arms as his muscles began to bulge beneath his softening skin, filling his growing appendages with strength and flexibility. He braced himself against the stall walls as his back muscles began to spasm, growing mature and disciplined. He couldn’t see it, but he began to wince as his back muscles hardened beneath his maturing skin.
He began to squirm as pressure began building in his spine. With a sudden cracking sound, he felt his vertebrae expand upwards, increasing his height with a sickening sound. His childish t-shirt grew tighter around his maturing body, revealing his hardening midriff as he grew taller. He gasped as his abs suddenly began to harden, forcing the air out of his body as an alluring six-pack began to form beneath his exposed midriff. He ran his feminine new fingers between the creases of his new abs, astounded by how hard his new core was. Suddenly, he fell backwards onto the toilet, barely managing not to fall in as his legs began to grow. His thighs began to thicken as his calves grew toned, all while his bones continued to snap and pop as they elongated. His strengthening legs tore his jeans as they grew, revealing a pair of sexy, mature appendages beneath. He began to groan as his feet matured in his boyish sneakers, stretching them to the limit. He was about to kick off his shoes when they rapidly began to morph into a pair of black platform heels. He sighed with relief as the heels formed perfectly to his feet, but the reality of what was happening to him quickly returned.
As his tattered jeans began to re-sow themselves into the purple thong that became more solid becoming a pair of panties. He spread his legs as his thick new thighs began to squeeze his boyhood, but his changing clothing began to tighten around his groin anyway. He began to moan in confusion as pleasure began to build between his legs. He squirmed on the toilet as two fleshy lips formed where his boyhood had just been, teasing him with ecstasy and sending unknown feelings coursing through his body. He began to rub his new sex through his panties as an alien wetness grew between his legs. Suddenly, he felt himself rising on the toilet as his ass began to inflate. His butt took on an adorable and alluring peach shape as it pulled his shorts even tighter against his crotch. He wanted to scream and cry at the same time, but the mix of pleasure and horror he was experiencing was making it incredibly difficult to think clearly.
His attention turned to his chest as his tight little t-shirt turned into a purple bra. The changing fabric tickled his nipples as they began to expand, growing harder and more sensitive. Without warning, he let out a sensual moan as two breasts forced their way out of his chest to fill his new bra. He stared at his new cleavage as his growing breasts perfectly filled his vision of his feet, nearly completing his bodily transformation. He tried to catch his breath, noticing how much older and sensual he sounded now, and finally came to the realization that he was now wearing purple underwear of a thirty year old woman. She shivered as the new weight settled on her chest, begging to be touched while disgusting Tim's mind at the same time. This all felt like a nightmare to him, but it was the most pleasurable nightmare she’d ever experienced. He was trying to fight the new desires coming from her changing body, but as the fog in his head grew more intense, he suddenly found images of the strong, jacked football players forcing their way into his head. The wetness between his legs grew more intense as the images grew more vivid, and as he shook his head in denial, he could feel his hair growing longer. Soon her locks reached down to his chest and they smelled fruity and girly, just like stripper's hair.
Tim's face began to shift and morph, aging well into its twenties as it grew sharp and feminine. Makeup caked itself around his lips, cheeks, and eyes as Tim began to cry. He didn’t want to be a woman, and he definitely didn’t want to be a stripper, but as he thought of the strip club he hated so much, he suddenly felt a sense of pride growing within him. Dance moves and striptease routines began to ingrain themselves into her head, as well as memories of an entirely different life. Growing up on the east coast, cheering for his college football team, dating four different men throughout her college career…
“No, no, NO!” he screamed in his feminine new voice. He grabbed his head as memories of his old life began to fade away. “I’m not a stripper…I’m a kid…I’m Mar…M…” she trailed off as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Memories of sex flooded her mind as she moaned in ecstasy, rubbing her sensual new body as she remembered sleepless nights with nearly half of the Patriots roster. She remembered being caressed by those muscle bound jocks and screaming at the top of her lungs as they penetrated her soft body. She gave into the wave of pleasure as the last of Tim was transformed into the stripper he had stolen from.