You awoke suddenly to the sound of someone talking, a male voice that didn't sound like your father. Lying in your bed, you look up at the ceiling, trying to hear what was being said. On the bed, next to you, Cynthia continues to sleep.
After a bit, you realise that you really need to pee and sliding off the bed, being careful not to wake your friend, you toddle out of your room and toward the bathroom. As you move down the upstairs hallway, you listen to the voices and realise that one of them is your mother.
Unsure, you pause and try once again to listen, but find that still the voices are too low for you really make anything out. Deciding you would find out later, you enter the bathroom.
Inside, you sit down on the toilet to do your business. Afterward, you collect some toilet paper to finish, but stop, staring at the continued odd transformation that is continuing between your legs…A transformation that had started about three days ago.
Then, you had noticed that your penis and testicles were not only shrinking, but also moving further between your legs. Over the course of the couple days, the change had continued until you noticed that your testicles had vanished completely and your penis had apparently split...with the tip moving forward a bit and being covered by a bit of skin and the rest resting finally just behind the tips new position.
To top this off, the skin had started to puff out and expand just a little...something you hoped was normal along with the fact that the area between your legs appeared more of a pinkish-white in colour.
Now, looking down, the part that was sticking out the most...what once was the tip of your penis...is now almost recessed to your body. Leaning forward, you can just faintly make out a second hole forming, further back and just past the hole were your urine leaves your body.
Wondering what the second holes for, you sit and try to remember the anatomy of a female, but draw a complete blank in the end. Sighing, you finish your business and after washing your hands, you return to your room.
Seeing that Cynthia...who also has undergone changes including hair growth, a renewal in baby fat and shrinking...was still asleep, you reach across her grab up your favourite doll, an Angelina Ballerina plush. As you cradle it in a motherly fashion, you stick your thumb in your mouth and begin heading downstairs. As you do, you ponder over the events that have led up to the here and now...which your mind, for reasons foreign to you, refuses to focus.
The one thing you can focus on is that you not only appear younger, but you also feel younger. Unsure what this all meant, but thinking it had something to do with you supposed to being five years old. Unsure, you cradle your doll closer and suck harder on your thumb.
Downstairs, you watch as your mother escorts two men in blue uniforms to the door and after wishing them a good day, she turns to you. Seeing you, she immediately tells you, "Penny...quit sucking your thumb."
You pull the thumb from your mouth, suddenly realising what you are doing and how much it not only makes you look like a five year old, but also a baby. Smiling, your mother pulled you close to her and lifting you up into a hug, she asked you, "Do what breakfast baby?" to which you give a simple nod.
As you are given your breakfast and you start to eat, Cynthia eventually wanders in and sitting down next to you, you listen as your mother asked her what she wanted for breakfast.
As you and Cynthia eat breakfast, you father comes in and immediately your parents leave the room. Eating your breakfast of waffles, you can hear the two of them talking in hushed tones in the other room. After a bit, your mom returned and sitting down at the table, she takes Cynthia's hand and looking at your friend, she told her, "Honey. I've got some bad news and some good news."
Looking up at the older woman, Cynthia asked, "What is it?"
Your mom tried to smile, failed and instead took a deep breath and then explained, "Honey. How would you like to come and live with Penny and Me and Penny's father?"
Cynthia looked at your mother and the asked, "Why?"
"Well, you see," your mother began. "Well, sometimes in life accidents happen. And those accidents can take people away from us. But at the same time those accidents can bring other people together."
Not liking the sound of this, you set down your fork and looking first at Cynthia and then your mother, you listened as she continued.
"What I guess I'm trying to explain," your mother said quietly. "Is that your mommy was in an accident. A bad man called a drunk driver hit her head on, killing her and him on impact. Now, what this means, is that, if you want, you can come live here with Penny and me and Penny's daddy, as I explained. What this also means is that certain things were brought to light. Things that point to me and your mommy being half sisters, thereby making you Penny's cousin."
Looking at you and then back at your mother, Cynthia asked, "Mommy's not coming home?"
Shaking her head, your mother told her softly, "No, honey. I'm sorry."
In front of you and your mother, tears began to form in Cynthia's eyes and as she began to first cry and the wail out that she wanted her mommy, you mother leaned forward and soothingly told her, "There, there. Everything is going to be all right."
Standing, you toddle over to your best friend and placing a hand on her shoulder, you tell her, "It would really nice if you decided to come live with us."
But Cynthia just cried, while your mother gently hugged the weeping girl, all the while making soothing sounds to calm her.