"Time to get up Ariel," Amber said shaking me awake.
I woke up to see Amber grinning at me and I was wondering why. That's when I noticed that I had kicked off my sheets during the night and I had my nightgown hiked up with my fingers underneath my underwear and in my private part down there. My underwear was soaked and I blushed thinking that I had an accident. "She's blushing," Sara said in a teasing tone.
"So did you when you first jilled-off in your sleep and I caught you," Amber said with a smile.
Sara giggled but I was confused. I looked at Amber and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Amber gave me a little hug and said, "Mom will explain it to you. Go take shower and get dressed."
"Ok," I said getting out of bed. As I took my shower I thought about what I had woken up to. That was so embarrassing. I guessed that it had to with my dream and no one was going to know what happened after the transformation. I didn't want to think about it but I couldn't get it out of my head. It could have been worse I guess. I could have shifted into the Succubus and my sisters would have bugged me for what I was dreaming. As it is they probably will later. Once I was done with my shower I wrapped my hair in a towel and another around my body.
As I was picking out my clothes for the day someone knocked on the door and Mommy asked, "Can I come in sweetie?"
"Ok Mommy," I said laying my clothes on my bed.
Mommy opened the door and said, "I heard you were jilling-off in your sleep last night." My blush was answer enough for her. "Well there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's perfectly natural to do that when your body needs release."
"What do you mean Mommy?" I asked not sure what she was talking about.
Mommy smiled and said, "When boys and girls get to a certain age their bodies start to develop some needs for a specific type of pleasure. That type of pleasure is called sexual pleasure and can be achieved by yourself or with someone else. For most people that someone else is someone from the opposite sex." She went on to describe the genitals of a boy and had me examine my own genitals with a mirror. It was embarrassing looking at them as she explained what each part was. Finally she said, "Soon you'll have some blood come out of your vagina. Don't be scared when you do since it's perfectly natural. It's just part of your womb breaking down from building up for pregnancy. Now I'm trusting you to act mature and exercise some discretion. Your dad and I don't want you to have sex with a boy until you're at least eighteen."
"Ok Mommy," I said smiling. In my head I was thinking that she didn't say anything about having sex with a girl.
At school I start seeing some figures that are invisible. The only way I can see them is when they move. There's a bit of a distortion when they do but none when they stand still. At least that's what I thought. I continued to see these figures throughout the morning and then it was time for lunch. As I was heading to lunch I saw one of the figures going through a partially open door. I was at the back of the line so I ducked out of it and through the door. Looking around I saw the figure walk along the wall so I followed getting ready to shift at a moment's notice. As I approached a window I heard a voice call out, "Alexis." I recognized the voice as belonging to Shawna, the girl I saw yesterday. "Alexis," she said again sounding concerned.
A squeaky voice asked, "Who are you? Why are you dressed like my sister?" I peeked around the window to see Shawna standing there looking terrified and a naked girl who was in the process of transforming into something. Both of them started screaming and then the transforming girl threw what looked like a locket at Shawna and said, "Stay away from me! I do not know who you are!"
I ducked back out of sight as the transforming girl turned around. In seconds she had jumped through the window and ran around the corner still changing. She was shrinking and having trouble staying upright. From what I could see when she came through the window she was transforming into a mouse. I doubt she had seen me and I was about to follow her when I heard footsteps behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Mr. Armstrong the groundskeeper. He must have come to see what the screaming was. I gulped as he said, "Ye are in trouble ye wee lass."