As soon as your costume was slipped on, you saw the very world shift. Gone were the stalls, restrooms of your high school. Indeed, gone was your high school completely! And anything beyond, for that matter! No, all that surrounded you was greenery. A thick forest full of pines and oaks and other tall trees, typical of the temperate northern hemisphere. The underbrush was populated by large ferns and a little rocky path laid right next to you. Flowers bloomed everywhere you looked upon the ground, though. In the distance, you could hear the happy gurgling of a stream. The little of the sky you could glimpse between the interwoven leafy branches showed white clouds and a sun shining, dispensing its rays down to the ground. Were you dreaming? Had you been drugged without you knowing? But no. It was all too real. The grass. The air. The air that was so fresh. The pebbles and boulders. You checked your wicker basket, but to you own consternation, your original clothes were gone. They had vanished, replaced by a jar of thick yellow butter, a loaf of bread, a jar of strawberry jam and a jar of frothy cream. How was that possible? But then, you winced in pain. Suddenly, your body felt compressed, pressed on all sides. Some parts more than others. Through your shut eyes, you see your body shrinking, your hands becoming delicate and your fingers incredibly small and slender. Your facial features shift, your eyes getting round, wider and your features acquiring juvenile and feminine traits. Your butt becomes tiny and round and feeling a very uncomfortable pressure at the level of your crotch, you peer down, just to see your testicles and your penis shrink until they are the ones you possessed way before puberty. A tiny penis just good for pissing and a bald ridiculous sack of flesh. No sex for long with those!... And this weak penis then got absorbed with a comical popping sound, settling inside out within your body, creating new interior organs. Your two testicles got sucked into this new tunnel, and you could feel settling down firmly on each side of your pelvis, then the pressure of new lips forming on the edge of this new opening. Brand new reproductive organs, still immature but that would be fully functional one day, in quite a few years. What you had now was a slit, surrounded by utterly bald skin. Something that looked truly like the proverbial apricot. You were so horrified by the sight that you barely noticed the black locks falling upon your shoulders, the final steps in your transformation. As you straightened up, you gulped at the horror of your situation. You were now a little girl. A little girl lost in the woods. A little girl that might meet any frightening creature. You had become in effect the Little Red Riding Hood. Would you finish like her? Would you ever regain your manhood?