(Quick intro of characters.
You: Ryan, 29 year old university teacher and semi-famus auther. Thin short dark brown hair, blueish green eyes. 6'3" and 120lbs. Average build and easily over looked. Been called a girly man at times by your wife.
Your wife: Danielle, 26 year old store owner/manager for one of the world's leaning clothes store for babies to teens. Short light brown hair and hazel eyes. 5'4" and 120lbs, nice figure and 34 D breast. Independent and strong willed, not afraid to speak her mind.
Your daughter: Skyla, 6 year old elementary school student. Long blonde hair down to her lower back, blue eyes. 3'9" and 44lbs. Cute and adorable in how she acts, is shy and tends to keep to herself, but loves playing with her father and mother.
You again after transformation: 29 years old (looks like a nine year old) female. Long blonde hair down to your thighs, light blue eyes. 4' and 50bls. Slightly curvy body but still no breast. And your new form never ages, but you keep all your memories.
Others to be added as story continues, so um to the story then.)
It was your birthday yesterday but you was still asleep from your lectures yesterday and celebrating with your family. 'I wish I was am little girl, then I would be Skyla's friend.' You mumbled in your sleep as the clock struck 11:59pm before the new day started. The rest of the night you was tossing and turning as thoughts of being a nine year old girl playing with your daughter ran through your dreams.
Yawning as your eyes started to open, you felt weird or off and you couldn't just think to why as you slowly sat up in bed and stretched. "Odd my eyes are open but I can't see." You quietly mumble not paying attention to your voice as you went to rub your eyes and notice hair was what was blocking your view so you moved it and saw through the light that you was letting in the small size of your hands. 'Are these my hands' you thought as out stared at them then at your thin slender arms. "Danie." You freak out hearing your voice you blink as she sat up at first you was your daughter calling out before she turned to look at you and freaked out.
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