The next day Ty went down for breakfast and found that Dustin and Mark were still asleep, leaving Ty to have breakfast with only his foster mother’s icy stare for company.
“You know June, you’ve been a bitch to everyone all your life” said Ty. “Especially to me, how social services ever let you adopt me I’ll never know”.
“You don’t speak to me that way” screamed June. “Like it or not I am your mother and you will respect me”.
“I don’t think so” said Ty with a smirk. “I think you are much too young to be anyone’s mother”.
“Flattery will get you nowhere now” she shouted with venom.
“Oh that wasn’t a compliment” replied Ty. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself”?
June looked down and to her horror saw that she was shrinking fast; she had already lost a lot of height and she was getting younger by the second. Pretty soon June was reduced to the age of three and she quickly began crying. Dustin, woken by his mothers wailing, came down to investigate the racket.
“Where did the kid come from” he asked?
“Oh that’s June” replied Ty.
“What”!? Exclaimed Dustin. “Change her back right now”.
“No” said Ty firmly. “I like her better this way and I think she could use a play mate”.
Suddenly terrified, Dustin tried to flee but found that he couldn’t move. Dustin felt a strange sucking in his crotch as what was left of his manhood was sucked inside him, leaving a perfectly flat area behind. A pressure built up in his chest as a pair of breasts began to form; they grew and grew until they reached a large C-cup. Dustin’s waist pulled in as his hips and arse expanded giving him a perfect hourglass figure. Finally Dustin’s face changed to a more feminine version and his hair grew to just below his shoulders.
Ty wasn’t finished though as Dustin’s skin hardened into plastic and her joints split with plastic pins keeping them together until she was left as a life size doll. Dustin began to shrink and her clothes changed into a dress with no under wear and she was finally turned into a doll for June to play with.