I stared down continuously at my new form. My feet no longer touching the carpet below, my entire body had shrunk drastically and my muscles had completely faded away. My baggy shirt, jeans and trainers had morphed into a pink frilly dress. My hair had grown and squeezed into a pair of cute little pigtails. To my dismay, I looked down at my new body, recognizing the distinct features of that of a little girl!
Horrified by what I had become, I jumped off the bed, slightly stumbling from the sudden gap between the bed and the floor, and rushed towards the mirror hanging on the bedroom wall. To my disbelief, all I could see in my reflection was a ten year old girl, with blonde pigtails, wearing a pink frilly dress with a yellow flower on the chest, staring back at me in awe. Finally it sunk in. I was the very girl staring back at me in the mirror. I had become a ten year old girl.
The horror quickly shifted to anger as I turned towards Rebecca, who had a wicked grin on her face. "Awww," she giggled, adoring my current form, "You're so adorable! This is better than I could have asked for!"
"What are you talking about?" I tried to sound as intimidating as possible, but it was futile in such a young form. Even Rebecca cringed at the sound of my high-pitched voice. "What did you do to me?"
"Check this out," Rebecca turned to laptop around so I could look at the screen. She was on a website that I recognized from earlier in the year, a website that specialized in altering the body of others to assume the form of their dreams. Although I initially believed that it was only capable transforming the viewers themselves, Rebecca explained that the website had recently opened a new feature enabling a viewer to change the form of other individuals, particularly previous users found in the history page, into the form of another's desire.
Do I need to tell you who was her desired target? Well, since there I stood, in the middle of my girlfriend's room, now in the body of a ten year old girl, what more proof do you need?
What I was more distressed about however was her intentions. Why would she ever think of doing such a thing to me? Was it because she was jealous of the fact that she couldn't follow me to the flat party that I originally planned to attend that same evening? Was it because I was late to visit her before heading off to that same party? Did I say something in the past to upset her? I needed to know why she could do such a thing to me. So, with a tear of desperation dripping down my cheek, I asked her why.
And with a devious smile on her face, Rebecca explained her actions.
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