Eva woke up. She was in a large and comfortable bed. It wasn't her own bed, but neither
was it the cot from her dream.
She sat up suddendly and looked at herself. She was wearing a nightgown, and...it wasn't
a dream.
She fell back on the bed, drained of energy. "What am I going to do?"
The door to the room opened slightly and she heard a knock.
"Just me, Michelle. How does breakfast sound?"
It sounded pretty good actually. Sitting up, she replied. "I'd like that, thank you."
Merlin entered the room with a tray loaded with food, as well as a glass of milk and
another of orange juice. He set it down on the bed for her.
Unable to help herself, Eva found herself salivating, and she dug in without another word.
The blueberry pancakes were light as air and delicious, and the syrup was sweet, but not
overly so. The bread was toasted and buttered to perfection, with orange marmalade (her
favorite), and there was an omelette as well.
She blinked. "Is that a gyro omelette?"
"Yep, your favorite, right? I like them myself. Oh and..." he gestured and produced a pair
of items out of thin air. "Sauce and extra feta cheese, just how you like it."
He set the items down. "Did I forget the hash browns, sorry about that.."
"No no, this is fine, thank you. You made this with magic?"
"Yes, and a good thing, too. My cooking is terrible."
Despite herself, Eva giggled. It made her feel better.
When she was done, the old man took the tray. "Feel free to take a bath, it's all ready for
you. I'll conjure you up some fresh clothing, and wait for you out in the living room."
She smiled at him. "Thank you."
"You're most welcome."
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The bath felt wonderful. Her skin was more sensitive than ever before, and her hair...she
was astonished at how long it was. Well, to be accurate, it was the same length, it was
just she had gotten smaller. She'd have killed to have hair this long the first (and last) time
she was this age. Of course, she'd never get the braid back without Scylla's...
She choked back a sob. Scylla was gone, and even if she could get her away from
Alecto...what kind of relationship could they have now? That chapter of her life was over,
stolen from her by a cursed ring and the libido of a 15 year-old boy.
She had to laugh ruefully at how insane it all was. But she had no choice. This was real.
She only had to rub her chest to prove that much. Her breasts were gone, all she had left
were a pair of pink nipples...very sensitive nipples. She pinched them roughly and was
rewarded by a lightning bolt running along her spine, and between her legs.
Grinning like a naughty girl, she rubbed her crotch with her hand. The skin was smooth
and hairless, but she felt her body respond just like a woman's.
It felt so good!
She continued until her tiny body was wracked by pleasure. She was so tight and
sensitive! As her orgasm subsided, she hugged her small frame until she noticed the
water was cold.
Her little pussy should have been rubbed raw, since this was, basically, her first time all
over again. Oddly though, that wasn't the case. It seemed that she'd retained some of her
adult traits. Wiping the moisture off the mirror in the bathroom, she examined herself.
There was no doubt about it, she was one sexy little girl. While she lacked breasts, she
had the beginnings of a figure. Her waist was noticeably narrow, and her hips a little
wider than they should be. Her tummy was flat, and she had exceptional muscle tone, for
the first time in her life. She looked much more athletic, as if all of her attempts at
physical fitness over the years had been retroactively applied to a ten-year-old girl.
Which was exactly the case.
Before she'd met Scylla, she'd never really looked at girls before, but now, she could
appreciate her young body. In fact, she felt herself becoming aroused.
"Wonderful. Now I'm a pedophile, too."
She sighed. Still, it felt perfectly natural to be able to appreciate her youthened assets.
She only wished Scylla was here....but that was a dream.
This was reality.
Drying off her body and damp hair, she exited into the bedroom.
Merlin (if that was his real name) had indeed set out clothing for her. She smirked; it was
a schoolgirl outfit. "That old pervert...well it's the least I can do to give him a show."
The tartan skirt was a little short for her, but she had to admit, she looked very cute (and
sexy, in an innocent sort of way). The white blouse came with a blue tie, and she used a
matching length of ribbon to tie her hair back into a long ponytail. Black leather shoes and
a pair of bobby socks completed the look (well unless you count the white cotton panties,
that felt oh so good rubbing against her crotch). She pushed the socks down a bit,
knowing some guys were turned on by baggy socks. Looking in the full-length mirror,
she struck a pose.
"Well how about that, I guess I'm turned on by baggy socks too." She giggled, and again,
felt better for having done so.
Exiting into the living room, she was rewarded with a vacant stare from the old goat. She
laughed as he tore his eyes off her youthful form.
"What's the matter, old man? Don't tell me a little girl like me is making you
uncomfortable?"
"Harumph."
She laughed some more, sitting down on the couch.
"Well I'm glad to see you're so feeling better."
She shrugged. "It's hard to be gloomy at this size, I feel like the Energizer bunny. I mean,
yeah, I'm still sad my old life is over...I'll never be able to show myself to my friends or
family like this...but...what will be, will be, right?"
"I'm sorry, Michelle. I can't fix this problem. The Ring of De-Age is insidious when used
improperly...and it always finds a way to ruin someone's life."
"Well, it could have been worse. I mean, what if he didn't stop? I could have become a
baby...or worse!" She shivered at the thought of it.
Merlin nodded. "Quite so, I'm afraid. While this isn't the best result I would have wished
for you, there are worse fates."
"I just don't know what to do now. I can't stay here forever...but it's not like I can work or
anything either."
"Just a moment there. First of all, why couldn't you stay? It's the least I can do to help you
out."
Eva shook her head. "No, I couldn't impose. You have your own life, and I can tell you're
used to being by yourself. A girl would really crimp your style, right?"
"Harumph. Now see here, it's true I'm a crusty old man, but first of all, you're not some
giggly little girl...."
Eva giggled, and was rewarded with a glare."
"..usually. You're very intelligent, and you have a talent for magic. So actually, I was going
to offer you a job."
"As what, a child porn star?" She grinned at him.
"While you do have the qualifications, I don't think that's what you'd like. No no, a better
job, as my apprentice. I haven't had one in awhile, and you'll do just fine. You help run
the store, clean, keep track of my inventory, and I'll teach you some magic."
"Um...and free room and board plus meals and expenses, I hope?"
Merlin rolled his eyes. "Yes...I know all about females and their...expenses. I know it
sounds like a good deal, but you'd be helping me out a lot. I have problems with
technology older made after 1979, and I'm betting you could use a computer to keep my
books. This is a business, and I do actually turn a profit once in awhile. Plus, keeping
track of what items are where..."
"Would help prevent what happened to me."
He sighed. "Well, it wouldn't have helped you, sadly, but yes, it could prevent other
problems."
She stood and offered her hand. He shook it.
"Deal."
"Excellent, now for your first task...revenge."