"Hell no!" exclaimed Christian, utterly outraged, understandably so.
He was a guy! A dude! He didn’t want to be a girl! Especially not an attractive one that would catch lustful looks from other guys! Already Mike looked creepy and just vile! Ugh! There truly was nothing more nauseating than a young man's stuck in a very attractive girl's body! He couldn't stay like this!
"Change me back!" he demanded to Mike.
The store owner just pouted and told the former young male that he just had remove the shores, which Christian proceeded to do at once. Repulsed by what he had become, even for a moment, he flung the accursed pair of shoes in Mike's face. One heel's aim was true and slightly cut Mike's upper lip. The man sneered. He stared at the male in front of him. He should so not have done that...
"It was just a prank," he said furiously, even if it wasn't completely true.
Christian just threw a string of insults at him. Mike knew how to give these stupid customers like Christian their punishment. He discreetly removed from special boxes a pair of tiny infant booties from one of the compartments behind the counter. The sort he kept for burglars and jerks. Footwear that was very powerful and that just need to be slipped on once to act their magic. And since that little punk had mentioned "hell", as it was... Swiftly, he smacked Christian on the head. Enough to stun him and he used the time to bring him to the ground. There, he immobilized him and as the youngster had had the courtesy to remain barefoot, he slipped one of the baby booties on Cristian's big toe, where it dangled briefly before falling to the floor. No matter it had stayed on for half a second and this was all that was needed. He released Christian and let the magic unfold. The bootie was bright red with little black cartoon imps with horns, wings and tiny pitchforks. Christian cursed and growled but soon he felt himself changed. Mike and the rest of the shop was getting bigger. No... He was getting smaller! His clothes were pooling around him! Mike was a looming, grinning figure! Baby fat started to gather on his muscles as they faded, just like his stubble. As his boxers fell, he could see his penis getting tiny and useless. His scrotum was just a hairless puny sack! But then his legs gave way and he was too young to stand. He had wobbled before falling on his back and he was now a naked infant. An infant with yellow eyes and a red skin tingle. He could feel nubs on his shoulders and he squirmed in discomfort. He had two tiny horns, even if they were just mere stumps and he could see a forked tail twitching in his field of vision. His tail. He was a demon! A baby! A boy again but a helpless baby! He started to cry.
"You'll stay this way. These baby booties are special. Just one touch and the change irreversible. But you're cute this way," he laughed, booping him on the nose. "Let's get you ready."
Christian cried harder. Ready for what? Mike came at him with supplies and got Christian into a diaper, blue booties, a frilly blue bonnet and placed him in a basket with soft blankets, a vampire teddy bear and a rattle. He placed a pacifier in his mouth.
"These booties are normal. No magic there," he winked at Christian. "Your new parents will be here soon. But if Christian is ironic for you now, well, we cannot very well call you like that still. What should we call you? Mmmmh..."
He pondered the question a few seconds then snapped his fingers.
"I know! Let's call you Damon. Looks like 'demon'. Classic and effective. And at worst, your parents can change your name."
Christian, now Damon, squirmed and groaned around this pacifier he could not spit out but could do. no more to express his discontent. It left Mike to whistle while working, awaiting Damon's new demonic yet loving parents.