Zoey thinks for a while, looking between Jeff, the program on Jeff’s laptop and her reflection, ‘it feels amazing to be a grown woman,’ she thinks to herself, ‘but… I don’t really feel like a mother… I feel like there is something missing. Oh… I know! To be able to experience what it’s like being a mommy… I’d need a baby!’
“Zo… I mean… mom,” Jeff asks.
Zoey blinks, “wh-what… oh… sorry Jeff,” she says, “I was just thinking! I think I’d like to try something else with that program, but this time: I want to make a change”.
“Alright, I guess it’s only fair if you have a go,” Jeff says, getting to his feet, “what have you got in mind?”
“I want it to be a surprise,” Zoey says, sitting down.
“Oh… okay,” Jeff says, stepping back.
Zoey pulls herself closer to the desk, “now Jeff, no peeking,” the woman says.
Jeff snorts and rolls his eyes, “you even sound like a real mom,” he says.
Zoey doesn’t reply, she opens Jeff’s file, ‘I think I’ll make him one year old,’ she thinks to herself, ‘from what I know, thanks to my new smarts, that is when a baby starts to walk and make speak a view words. To make it easier for him to slip into his role, I’ll set his mentality to that of a one-year-old’. The “woman” continues to type into the program, as she scrolls down she notices something which causes her to smile, ‘so, Jeff is curious and wonders what it would feel like being a girl,’ she thinks to herself, her smile widens, ‘well, let’s show him,’ with that Zoey changes Jeff’s gender from “male” to “female” and his name from “Jeff” to “Jess”. The former 6-year-old then activates the adjustment option, which would cause Jeff’s room and clothes to adjust to his… soon “hers” new age and gender, finally Zoey sets the duration to 48 hours, the same as Jeff did to her. Zoey is about to confirm the inputs as an idea pops into her mind, the woman smiles, making one final change that causes Jeff to age up a year every three hours, which will cause Jeff to be 16 once the 48 hours are up, she also sets it so when “Jess” ages up, all “her” clothes, her room and anything belonging to her will automatically adjust to the “girl’s” new age, and with a satisfied nod, the woman confirms the inputs and turns around to watch.
Jeff shivers when he feels the tingling, “what… what have you done… mom,” he asks, concern in his voice.
Zoey smiles, “as I said: it’s a surprise,” she says, “maybe you’ll figure it out yourself? Trust me, you’ll enjoy it!”
As Jeff tries to figure out what his sister has done to him, he suddenly feels weird, “for some reason… I kinda feel… dumber,” he says, “as if I am… forgetting important… things. You… you didn’t mess with… my mind… have you?”
Zoey shakes her head, “of course not,” she lies.
Jeff is so focused on trying to make sense of what is happening to his mind that he doesn’t notice his room and clothes begin to shift as he shrinks.
Zoey smiles wide as she watches Jeff’s body shift, becoming petite and feminine, as he… she begins to shrink and look younger, and it doesn’t take long until a one-year-old toddler wearing a pink onsie with a white heart pattern is sitting on the carpet that has the image of a unicorn’s head. Jeff’s room has drastically changed, the walls are painted pink, his bed has become a crib, all the clothes in his wardrobe have changed into baby-girl clothes, his underwear have become diapers, a plastic box with baby toys has appeared in one corner of the room, Jeff’s books and comics have become baby books.
“Oh. My. God,” Zoey squees, getting to her feet, “you look so adorable and cute… Jess!”
“Jess” looks up at the woman, tilting her head, “ma… mama?”
Zoey smiles, kneeling down, “yes, baby, mama’s here,” she says, giving her “daughter” a tickle on the tummy, causing the baby girl, that had been her 16-year-old brother Jeff a few moments ago, to let out a joyful squeal. The woman smiles, “is my baby-girl hungry,” she asks, “does Jess want some baba,” Zoey pulls up her t-shirt and reveals her breast as she takes off her shirt, then unfastens the bra, taking it off before picking up her “daughter” and moving her close to one of her tits. Zoey smiles as she holds the nipple against “Jess’s” mouth, pressing it lightly against her lips, “come on, baby,” she coos, “I know you want it,” her smile widens when the baby-girl opens her mouth, the nipple popping in and Zoey lets out a moan when “Jess” starts to lightly suckle, “so… this… this is how it feels being a mommy,” the woman mumbles as she sits back down on Jeff’s chair, “it… it feels so good”. The woman smiles down at the toddler in her arms, “that’s it… g-good girl,” she moans, “drink all… up”.