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Chapter #5

Everyone else has control over your appearance.

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The old woman hobbled away. Andrew was holding up his pants to keep them from dropping to the ground. Since he was now shorter his entire sense of himself was off. Everything else seemed taller. He held a dainty trembling hand in front of his face. This was a new body. He was really a woman now. He hiked up his pants over his belly button and tightened his belt as far as it would go over his thin waist. He still had to bend over and roll up his pant legs so he wouldn't trip on them. His shoes were too big for his feet so he left them on the sidewalk. He walked back tot he thrift shop but the door was locked and there was a closed sign on the window. He started the walk home.

He reached the front of his house. The wind was blowing his auburn hair annoyingly over his face. "I don't know I am going to explain this to Mom and Heather." He said to himself. He approached the front door and pulled his key from his pocket. "I'm going to be a stranger to them I better knock." He tapped his fist on the door. His mom opened the door and looked down at him. "Hi may I help you?" She asked politely.

He was even shorter than his mother now. "This is going to sound strange, but... its me Andrew." He looked at her hesitantly.

She looked him up and down. "Those are Andrew's clothes but who are you?" Martha asked. "No Mom its me." He lifted the chain of the necklace so that she could see the jade figure of the woman screaming in agony. "Some lady gave me this necklace and it cursed me." He explained.

She narrowed her eyes. "You do look familiar. Like a relative or something, but I've never met you." She said.

"Really its me!" Andrew pulled out his wallet, keys, and phone. "Look all my stuff. I am not kidding."

She looked him up and down and grabbed his arm to look it over. "You are bone thin." She remarked inspecting him. She lifted his arm and pursed her lips. "You even have that same freckle above your elbow like Andrew does. Hmmm." She seemed like she was finally believing you.

"This is really strange I have to admit. Lets get you inside though. You are so thin. Let me make you something. You need more meat on your bones to get to a more healthy weight." He followed her to the kitchen and felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He shuttered.

She took out a bowl of pasta from the fridge and put it in the microwave.

Andrew looked at his arm. It didn't look as thin as he remembered. He lifted his baggy shirt and thought he looked more normal now. His rib cage was not pronounced. He dropped the shirt. "So do you believe me now Mom?" He asked.

She looked him over again. "Its this necklace huh?" She tried lifting it over his head but an unknown force was keeping it on his neck. He nodded his head. She frowned. You know now that I got you under the kitchen light you don't look as deathly thin as I thought. She lifted his arm again. "I could have sword I could fit my hand around your arm outside."

The microwave beeped and she pulled out the pasta and put it on the table. Andrew started eating and Martha looked at him shaking her head and giving a hesitant smile. "I can't believe you are a woman now I don't know what to think or who could do this." She began,

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