You don't want to be a girl, and you're sure that you are becoming one because you've shown no signs of transforming into a young woman. In fact, the evidence that you can fit into your sister's clothes and the two year old clothes your mother sometimes buys you rather confirms this fact.
Sitting in the burger restaurant, feeling slightly uncomfortable because of how the crotchless panties are now pressed against your new genitalia, you silently tell yourself, "This can not go on any further. I must find the Amulet of Zulo and changes myself back."
But first it's time for dinner and afterward you and Steph play for hours on the playground equipment in the restaurants play land. After that, you head home and spend the evening watching the telly. As you dress for bed, you can feeling something funny happening right around your groin and abdomen. Having no answer why this ticklish feeling is present, you climb into bed and cuddle up to your doll; after a moment, you stick your thumb in your mouth. You fall asleep hugging Angelina, sucking your thumb, the feeling in your nether regions growing.
In the morning, you have the possible answer to what's going on down there; it is the rest of your genitalia forming. You don't know how you know this, but you know without a shadow of a doubt that beyond your vagina is the cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes and ovaries. And all you can think is, "Mommy will be happy because I didn't wet the bed last night.
But you don't have time to worry about your new genitalia. Grabbing Angelina, you skip down the hall to the kitchen to get breakfast; your new internal organs releasing chemicals and hormones that trigger other areas that start to produce and release the same hormones and chemicals, plus more.
The weeks pass and you want to stop yourself, but find that your body is caught up in a whirl of doing stuff a girl would do. From playing dress-up with your sister, to attending the Girl Scouts, watching Hello Kitty and Angelina Ballerina on the telly to ballet class on Wednesday afternoons, you start to get into the groove of behaving like a girl. Than it happens.
It's been a month since your genitalia shifted sex and gender and you are skipping home to the apartment from a Girl Scouts meeting when you see it. Lying in the gutter is the Amulet of Zulo. At first you want to ignore it because something tells you that is icky, but then you stop as you see fully what it is. Picking it up, you brush the dirt off it and your heart leaps when you see the familiar looking man/woman combined with different animals on the front.
But you figure either someone has fixed the one you had before or this a completely different one because of the small crack that runs through the center. Thinking about it, you realize that the crack in yours wasn't aligned in the center, but a bit to the left. Happy that you might be able to end all of this nonsense, you skip home.
Your sister is playing in her room and upon seeing you, she squeals, "Come play with me Kim. You can bring Angelina and Miss. P.U."
You nod and tell her, "In a minute," and head for your room.
Inside you are greeted by a room that looks like a little girls room. White walls with pink hearts for trim, Angelina Ballerina, Hello Kitty and My Little Pony themes are scattered here and there. Walking over to the mirror, you look into it. A girl of thirteen years looks back at you. She stands five feet tall, has soft, pale skin and brown eyes. On her head is hair that falls just past the shoulders and has two white stripes running through it.
Sighing, you set the amulet down on top of your vanity and begin searching for any clothes or something that connects you to your previous male life. Finding nothing, you figure that your going to need to purchase something.
Outside your room, you can hear mother moving around in her room and Steph is now in the living room watching something. Quickly you exit the apartment and head for the local department store. There you browse the mens wear until you find a shirt that is suitable for a thirteen year old male; for some reason, you can't remember what your age was before this whole thing started, but you know it was older than thirteen, just not how old.
Home, you rush into the apartment and toward your room and stop. The amulet is missing from were you placed it. Wanting to cry, you throw the shirt on your bed and begin to search franticly for it. Not finding it, you decide to ask you sister if She has borrowed it.
In her room, you stop at the sight that you see before you. Your sister is lying on the floor, ramrod straight. Growing over her body is soft white fur. Seeing your Angelina Ballerina doll with the amulet around its neck, you put it together. Wanting to cry again, you close your sister's door and holding her, you ask her, "What have you done?"
But she is unable to answer you and her transformation continues to march forward. After a bit she starts to lose size and weight. Before long you are left holding another Angelina Ballerina ten inch plus. Tears streaming down your face, you pick up the Amulet of Zulo and in a fit, you toss it into your sister's closet, wishing the horrid thing had never been found.
Picking up your sister, you hug her close to you and crying still, lie down upon her bed. Tears flowing, hugging the doll that at one time was your sister, you fall asleep.
When you awake, it is dark, but the odd this is that you can easily make out the person standing in your room. Before you can say anything, he speaks. "I am a member of the Order of Zulo and I've come for the amulet." He says by way of introduction. All you can do is sit there scared, hugging the doll that at one time was Stephanie.