It has been three weeks since I made my decision and Thomas is due home from the hospital. The doctors have no idea what had happened and so chalk it up to his recovery being a scientific miracle.
Currently it is seven o'clock in the morning and I am staring at my naked body reflected in the mirror. I had awoken to the call of nature and getting up to answer it, I hiked up my nightgown, dropped my pull-up when I’d gotten to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee. It was than that I felt something different. Finishing my business, I headed back to the bedroom I shared with my sister and stripping I looked into the mirror.
I had regressed in age, which was nothing new because it had been going on for some time now and I now looked like I was about six years old. No, what caught my attention was something that had been present when I went to bed last night, but was missing when I woke up; I'm speaking of my penis and testicles.
It was just barely noticeable, but it was there; the fold that told everyone that saw me naked that they were looking at a little girl. In fact, I looked a little like Katherine naked. The only real difference was she had green eyes and her red hair was a shade lighter than mine.
Suddenly feeling exposed, I hugged my arms around my naked feminine torso, noticed that I'd shrunk some and that all this combined with my new genitals really accented my body and confirmed that I was indeed female. Shivering, I pulled back on my diaper, thought how strange it was to have this pushed against my body and not feel any tightness in my genitals, shrugged and pulled back on my nightgown.
Climbing back into bed, I hugged Angelina and smiling, drifted back to sleep for the next two hours.
When I awoke, at first it seemed like a dream, but when I undressed and looked into the mirror, the naked five year old girl reflected back told me it wasn't a dream. Seeing that my transformation was speeding up, feeling a strange ticklish feeling in my groin, waist and abdomen, I pulled on a pair of pink panties and a clean dress. Collecting Angelina Ballerina off the bed, I skipped down the hall and into the kitchen, hungry for breakfast.
I didn't get to see Thomas that day, but the next day he came over and we talked. My transformation complete, I now looked like a three year old girl. At first we weren't sure what to talk of, mostly because of the memories we had. Mine were now of having met Thomas about six months ago when mommy thought I wasn't growing fast enough mentally. So she got me a mentor, a boy from the Junior High who had passed the screening process at the agency. Turns out that I wasn't mentally challenged, I was just really bright in a lot of areas and that I didn't know how to express it. A shrink said that I may be border line autistic, but said that the mentor would help me.
Thomas meanwhile had both those memories and the ones that told of how we had met in second grade and had been friends since then. At first it was confusing, but we sorted it out and in the end we referred to the ones of me being a fifteen year old male as the dream sequence; even though we both knew that they were true.
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Thomas died at the age of twenty, motorcycle accident. Because he had been my mentor since I was three Ms. Patterson invited me to his funeral. Looking at him in the coffin, I am drawn back to the Amulet of Zulo and how it tested and strengthened our friendship. As the tears slipped down my cheeks, I said to him, "I will never forget our time together."
Stepping out of the church, I let my thoughts wander some more.
I’m eight now and Katherine is nine. Because of our October birthdays we were held back, but both of us are being skipped a grade this September. Mother has taken the day shifts so that she can be there for us in the morning, afternoon and evenings. She has also started dating this real nice guy she works with at the hospital and I think that there may be wedding bells in the future.
Katherine and I still attend the ballet classes and the gymnastics class, though out attentions have started to shift to new things. A breeze draws me back and I can hear the click of someone’s high heel shoes as they come up behind me; in a way, I know who it is just by her perfume; she hasn’t changed it since Thomas started Junior High.
Breathing in the summer air, I take Ms. Patterson's hand, offer her my condolences again and we head to the graveyard together.
As Thomas is put into the ground, I shed more tears and silently tell myself, "Life must go on, for there is no point in dwelling in the past. Only in honoring and learning from it." as I drop a single rose on his casket.
I’m dropped off at home after the funeral and later, when I start the fourth grade, I meet a new friend; one who kind of reminds me of Thomas in her characteristics. As we go out to play after school, something inside of me whispers that everything is going to be all right in the end.
The end