She held up the garment in front of him. It was...
...a little dress.
“No way,” said Jim.
“But you’d look so cute in it,” she argued as she walked over and held it up in front of him. It was pink and a bit frilly. It looked like a perfect fit.
“Aren’t there any of my old clothes in the closet somewhere? There’s got to be something for a boy.”
“Nope,” she said. “This was all I could find. I guess all of you old stuff went to charity.”
Jim crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “I’d rather be naked,” he said.
Then, he heard her say, “Control Jim’s hair length.”
Jim opened his eyes to see her putting the balloon to her lips. “Wait!” he shouted, but she started blowing.
FOOOOFFF.
Jim felt his scalp tingle as his thin toddler hair grew out to his chin.
FOOFF.
Now, his hair was down to his shoulders.
“Release,” she said and slipped the balloon into her pocket. “Arms up.”
Jim started to obey before he even thought to ask why, but he soon found out when she pulled his giant T-shirt off of him, leaving him naked on the bed.
“Arms up,” she said again.
Jim crossed his arms against his chest defiantly. “No!”
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll just go looking for newborn clothes.”
Jim sighed, “Fine.” He lifted his arms and she slid the dress on him. As Jim had feared, it fit perfectly.
“Oh, you are such a cutie!” she cooed and stepped away so that he could see his reflection in the mirror.
If Jim hadn’t known that was his reflection, he would have suspected that he was looking at some little girl in a dress. With his hair long and with that dress on him, he was, by all appearances, a little girl.
Judy picked him up and stood him on her hip, pressing him against her breast. He was too stunned to resist. The two of them standing there in the mirror looked like mother and daughter. She kissed his forehead.
“Cut it out!” he said and wiped his forehead.
“Let’s get you some socks and shoes,” Judy said and walked him to their parents’ room. She sat him on the bed.
After a minute or two in the closet, she returned with a tiny pair of white socks, a little pair of black leather mary janes, and, worst of all, a cloth diaper and plastic cover.
“No, not that!” he said, but she had long since ceased listening to his protests.
She laid him on his back and lifted his dress.
Staring at his bare crotch, she said, “Hmmm, now that is not very lady like.”
She pulled out the balloon. Jim knew what was coming. “NO YOU DON’T!” he shrieked.
Ignoring him, she blew a deep breath into the balloon and held it in there.
“Control the size of Jimmie’s wee wee.”
She let it deflate, and Jim felt the worst shrinkage in history as his penis and balls dwindled away. He stared at his crotch as they disappeared completely, leaving him with only a little pee hole.
He started to cry. He cried and cried, big, sobbing tears. That was it. That was the last straw for him. She had broken him and he knew it, which was the worst part. Any dignity he was trying to preserve was gone. As he cried, she slipped the diaper on him and pinned it in place. Then, came the plastic cover. Next, the socks and shoes. And, she was done.
Jim was a little toddler girl now in every way.
Judy lifted him up and held him to her chest, and bounced him gently, saying “it’s Okay, Sweetie. You don’t have to cry. You look so beautiful now.” His little thumb found its way into his mouth and he sucked it instinctively as he continued to moan and cry.
“There, there,” she said. “You’re going to be just fine. Once you calm down, we’re going out for a bit.”
Jim just sucked his thumb only half listening to her.
“I thought we could go to...”