Clay was having a terrible time. He looked up though the trees and glanced at the moon high above. Shivering, wondering if maybe he should go home instead, he decided to pressed onward and head deeper into the park.
He was now aware what was happening to his clothes and desperately wanted to removed the black with pink trim one-piece swim suit and the the board shorts he was now wearing. The sandals on his feet were sopping wet and rather uncomfortable. And with both still being rather wet, Clay noted that he was also still wet and changing as well.
His hair he could feel tickling his exposed back and when he reached back, he was upset to find that it was about half-way down his back. Frustrated, he pushed onward, deeper into the park, telling himself over and over, "Got to find an answer. My best friend. Can't remember his, her, whatever, name. She or he is depending upon me. Need to find answer and soon. Becoming girl. Thoughts hard to think. Mind is clouded."
But as he went deeper into the park, drying slowly as he did so, changing in height, weight, muscle structure and age as well as shifting slowly from a masculine to feminine body frame, he slowly became more and more lost.
Finally, near exhaustion, Clay stumbled through a thick growth off trees and found himself not in the park, but standing on a street that looked out of place.
Victorian style mansions lined the street and instead of electric bulbs in the streetlamps, Clay saw that there was actually a flame. "Almost as if they are lit with gas instead of electricity," he thought to himself, stumbling over the last word. Turning to reenter the park, he gasped at what he saw.
Where the park should have been was now a sprawling lawn that gently slopped upward toward another Victorian house. Surrounding the lawn was a tall, wrought iron fence. Cursing silently, Clay looked up and down the street and finally picked a direction. Looking up he noted that for some reason the moon looked different and then with a start, he realized that it had changed position and size and was now waning.
Scared out of his mind, Clay looked down at himself, looked around at the neighborhood he was in and then asked himself, "How did I get into this mess and how to do I get out?" and then began to once again picked a direction and began to wander.
Hours later, a thoroughly drenched once again because some woman had thrown a tub of water out her back door and right on top of Clay, wondering how much he had changed again, he paused at what he was doing as a sneeze escaped his lips. Looking about, he breathed a sigh of relief as it became apparent that nobody had heard him. Turning back to the line of clothes hanging to dry in the night air, Clay slowly went through them, desperately looking for something that would fit his now childe size frame.
Unfortunately the only thing he could find was a white dress for a girl about the age he was slowly turning into. Pulling the dress down, he breathed in the fresh linen sent, checked that at least it was dry and then pulled down the underclothes that was next to it.
Stripping off the swimsuit and shorts, he wondered what he should do with them, but stopped when he saw that his penis and testicles were so tiny that they where practically gone. With trepidation, he reached between his legs and felt, only to draw his hand back in alarm as he felt the private parts of a girl between his legs. Looking about, wanting a reflected object, Clay looked down at his body and heaved a sigh. "Guess I'll have to think of myself as a girl until I can undo what's happened," he, now more she then anything else, thought as she took in the little girl body that had replaced the male one.
Slipping the clothes on, liking for some reason how they felt against her young body, Clay once again set out, looking for an answer to his problem or a place she could rest for the night. Behind her, laying forgotten on the ground, and for some reason slowly disappearing, where the swimsuit, the shorts and the sandals.