Joe was a student of 16 years. He stood 6 feet and was very muscular. He was not intereszed in any kind of leaning so he had reached his final highscholl year only barely. He liked to hit on smaller children and thought he could impress girls of his age by that. He smoked and drank alcohol and was punished several times for shoplifting.
Joe came to the shopping center and wanted to get a new pair of Nike's without paying for them. He decided to take a pair to the changing room, removre all the tags and put it on. He saw a strange old man coming out of a cubicle and rushed in. The moment Joe entered he spotted the training bra that the wizzard had left behind, dropped the Nike's and forgot about them. All he couls think of was that he had to have this training bra and that he needed other pieces of clothing to get a matching outfit for a girl of 10 years. He brwosed the girls' section in order to find the needed items and didn't think of how strange this might look to the other customers. When he finally found all that he needed he did something whichg he normally avoids in shops like that. He went to the cashier and paid.
After strolling around in the mall with some of his friends for some time Joe eventually made his way home. His mother called him but he ignored her. He deposited his purchase in his room and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Where have you been?" his mother asked when she found him there. "There was another call from the school. We need to talk about it!"
"Oh, shut up, Mom! I don't want to talk about school!"
"If you go on like that you don't need to talk about school anymore as you are about to be expelled!"
This started a discussion about the necessity of learning and Joe's behaviour. Finally Joe left the kitchen and slammed the door. He returned to his room. He noticed th bag from the shopping center and felt very tired suddenly. He went to bed woithout even brushing his teeth.
When he woke up the next morning his sight was blocked by a strand of blond hair. He brushed it out of his face without giving it a second thought as he was still half asleep. But then it strucked him that his hand looked smaller than it did the day before. His bed seemed to be bigger than he remembered it. He pulled the blanket aside and saw that he indeed was smaller. All his muscles were gone and he was much thinner. And then he noticed the two samm bumps on his chest. His brasin combined this sight with the long hair he subconsciously had moved out of his face.
"Did something turn mev into a girl?" he asked himself. "This can't be. There is no such thing as a sudden gender change!"
He reached down into his boxers that were very lose now and found out that his dick was gone. What he touched instead was the smooth vagina of a preteen girl. Now totally awakde he jumped out of his bed and ran to the bathroom. The mirror there confirmed what he suspected. Back to him looked the image of a pretty girl of about 11 years. She had already developed small A-cup breasts but kept some of her baby fat.
Indide his house in the forrest the wizzard was watching Joe with his glass ball. Normally he would regard the changes being punishment enough and change reality in a way to make it known to the whole world that the changling was always like that. All documents would change accordingly. But with Joe being such a bully and cutting off every discussion even with his mother the wizzard decided not to do anything more but let the changes of the body happen.
Joe returned to his room and swa the back with his purchase. He was happy to find somerthing to dress as his old clothes won't fit him anymore. He felt odd when he tried to mangage covering is breasts in the with the training bra and even more when he stepped into the girlish panties. Dressing in the skirt and girly t-shirt followed without further hesitation. After dressing Joe looked quite cute, only his hair was in a mess. He always thought that girls should have long hair at least down to the middle of their backs but would prefer it even loinger. His hair now reached down below his butt and he experienced how dificult it was to handle this. As he didn't have any brush or approbiate comb he tried to use his fingers but could only bring a little bit of order into the strands on his head. Missing all the aids that girls use to keep their hair in style he finally gave in.
"Joe, please come down for your breakfast. You're going to be late for school!"
Joe frowned when he heard his mother calling from the kitchen. He didn't look like his old self anymore. He wasn't even a boy but turned into a preteen girl. How could he explain this to his mother? And is there any possibility to undo the changes?