And a voice carried across the thresh hold.
"Delan, we need you to keep an eye on your sister this evening," said his step-father entering Delan's room. Instantly, both of Delan and his father froze in fear and curiosity. "What's going on in here?" asked his father furiously as he looked between the pile of girls' clothes on Delan's bed, the pair of panties lying on the floor nearby, and Delan's frightened face.
"Are you some type of queer, boy?"
"No, sir," mumbled Delan barely audible above his father's mighty voice.
By now, Delan stood just taller than four-foot with a little girl's hair style down to his shoulders. However, that wasn't the worst of it, he was still growing smaller by the second and his features were still becoming even more girlish.
"Come with me, boy," ordered Mike pulling Delan from his room and into the living room, where the rest of his family was.
As Delan took his first step, he realized his pants fell to the floor and the only thing barely covering his private areas now was his over-sized t-shirt.
"Diane, take a look at your sissy-boy son," said Mike pushing Delan forward. "I found a bunch of girl things on his bed and these on the floor next to him."
"Hey, those are the panties I thought I'd lost two-years-ago!" screamed his nine-year-old sister, Katie.
"But that doesn't explain what's happening," said Diane looking over at a frightened Delan.
Everyone's eyes turned to Delan who now looked exactly like Katie, but instead of his transformation slowing, it grew faster as he continued shrinking in size. Then suddenly it stopped as Delan lost his balance and fell back on his butt.
"Oh my God, he's me!" screamed Katie excitedly. "I mean, he's a younger me. I finally have my wish come true. I have a younger sister."
"Shut it, Katie," said Delan gasping at the sound of the little girl's voice that now belonged to him.
"Come with me, Delan," said his mother as she grabbed hold of the tiny pair of panties from Mike and grabbed hold of his tiny hand.