Premature Vengence by A.P. Jones

Another great piece of artwork by A.P. Jones. I really like this concept. I'd love for him to write an excerpt of the transformation part of this novel.

Premature Vengence

by A.P. Jones.

Premature Maturation Unused Gallery

As you know, Premature Maturation was my longest story. During the planning process, it was even longer, and there were many plotlines and parts that weren't developed because I ultimately deemed them unnecessary.

But I had tons of pictures that I was going to use in those "deleted scenes", or that didn't fit very well with what I ended up writing, and so never made the final cut. I was about to sent them all to the trash, but I decided to share them with you.

There's no new narrative at all here. This is just a gallery with pictures of the main characters, and as such you might find them interesting. Remember that in the context of the story, Tanya (the blonde), Felicia (the black-haired one) and Joy (the one with chestnut hair) are three preteens who mess around with a book of spells and end up in mature bodies during one crazy day. So look at the pictures with that in mind and you can imagine further adventures that I'm definetely not writing :P

You can read the actual story here.

Sweet Tooth by BLZBub

BLZBub gave us a story!

Sweet Tooth

by BLZBub.

Ame was a very cute little girl. Everyone who knew here said she was as sweet as sugar. Her parents were very proud to have such a cheerful daughter. Her only really flaw is that she had an irresistible sweet tooth. She was very rarely seen without something sweet in her hands. And if she wasn’t eating something, she’d be asking for someone to get her something sugary and yummy. But at least her childhood metabolism allowed her to not get too fat with all the sugar she ate. And it made it easy for babysitters to bribe her into calming down.

Milo was a very frequent babysitter for Ame. She was such a delightful girl, always happy and easy to please. He watched over her as often as he could not just because her parents paid good money, but Ame was fun to be around. In turn, Ame liked Milo out of all his babysitters because he did more than gave her sweets. He took her to fun places like the zoo, the aquarium, the movies, and the fair.

It was this year’s trip to the fair when everything changed. Milo had noticed that there were a lot more booths than usual this year. Ame wanted to see all the booths so Milo gave her some money and allowed her to wander off. He wasn’t too worried because Ame was smarter than she looked and she knew to meet him at the right time. Milo just hoped she didn’t buy so many sweets that she ended up with a stomachache.

It was very much to Milo’s surprise when Ame came back with just a lollipop. Of course, it was a big old-timey lollipop, but Milo would have expected her to get more than just that. “How much did that lollipop cost?” asked Milo, thinking Ame just went for the most expensive candy.

“Not that much, I got your change,” said Ame, handing Milo back his money. To his greater surprise, he was missing only $3.

“Why only get that lollipop?” asked Milo.

“It was the only thing I wanted,” said Ame, “Plus the lady says its magic would work better if I didn’t have much else in my tummy.”

Milo just shook his head in amusement. Obviously, the woman who sold her that lollipop was trying to make sure that Ame didn’t pig out and make herself sick. “So, you gonna eat that now?” he asked.

“I’ll wait until we’re home,” said Ame. This surprised Milo quite a bit. Normally, Ame couldn’t wait to start eating any treat she had. Well, it’s probably a good thing for her to use self-control.

Once they got back home, Milo started working on making a healthy lunch for the two of them. Ame was a growing girl and she needed to eat better than all that sugary stuff. He just hoped that she would be willing to put up with it, but her self-control at the fair seemed promising.

When lunch was ready, he walked up to her room and knocked on the door. “Ame, you ready for lunch?” Ame didn’t reply so he knocked a little louder. Eventually, he heard a voice in there, making light moaning and giggling. But that didn’t sound like Ame’s voice at all. With that, Milo opened the door.

Instead of finding a cute little girl, a beautiful young woman on Ame’s bed. And yet Milo didn’t freak out and assumed she had kidnapped Ame. Despite how illogical it seemed, it appeared the woman was Ame. Perhaps it was the fact that she was licking the lollipop that Ame had got at the fair. Maybe it was because she was wearing Ame’s clothes though they were obviously too small to cover her hot body. But it was most likely because her face still looked like Ame’s, albeit more mature.

“Ame?” asked Milo in surprise.

The woman smiled at Milo and asked, “Do I look pretty now, Milo?” Her voice was different, but it still had Ame’s childish tone.

“Ame, how did this happen?” asked Milo.

Ame took one more lick of the lollipop before saying, “I told you this thing was magic.”

Milo was still trying to grasp that this was really happening. But deciding to just go with it for now, he asked, “What kind of magic is that lollipop?”

“The lady who sold me it said it would give me what I wanted most,” said Ame before taking another lick.

“And what does becoming an adult have to do with that?” asked Milo.

Ame thought it over before shrugging and saying, “I dunno.”

Milo sighed. It was clear that while Ame had the body of an adult, she still had the mind of a child. “I’ll go get your lunch. Just stay here until we figure what to do.”

“Whatever you say,” said Ame before taking another lick.

Milo went back downstairs to grab Ame’s plate. He paused a moment before adding more to her lunch. A grown woman would need to eat more than a little girl after all. Once he was done, he brought the plate back up to Ame’s room.

Ame’s room had changed a lot during that brief time that Milo was downstairs. Instead of looking like it belong to a little girl, it looked like it belonged to a teenager. Instead of posters of kittens and puppies, there were posters of boybands. Her cute little wardrobe was replaced with a larger one that had a wider amount of clothes. There was also a desk that was cluttered with magazines, makeup, books, and other things.

Instead of being on the bed, Ame was on the floor. Her ill-fitting clothes had been replaced with a bathrobe, although it was short enough to show all of her curvy legs. Instead of licking her lollipop, Ame was swiping on a cellphone.

“Ame, what happened to your room?” asked Milo.

Ame gave him a smile and said, “I like what happened to it. All that stuff that was here was too kiddy.” Her voice hadn’t changed, but her tone sounded more mature.

“Where’s that lollipop?” asked Milo. He hoped he’d able to see where that lollipop was made so he could figure out a way to fix this mess.

“I ate it. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I just hope all that sugar doesn’t ruin my teeth. I would not look forward to fillings,” said Ame. It was pretty clear that Ame’s mind was starting to catch up with her body. She wasn’t fully mature, her mentality being that of a teenager.

“So why are you on the floor?” asked Milo, glancing over at the bed which was bigger than it was before.

“I just wanted to do some Pilates,” said Ame, stretching out her long bare legs.

Milo’s face quickly turned red and he closed the door. He tried to clear his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about Ame that way. She was still a little girl even if she had the mind of a teenager and the body of a woman. What would her parents think if they knew Milo was staring at their daughter like that? What would they think when they see their little is a lot older than when they last saw her? Milo had to keep his head straight. He needed to find out who sold Ame that lollipop and then how to reverse. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door again.

Ame’s room had changed once again. All the teenage clutter was gone, the boyband posters replaced with framed photos, the desk had the books stacked neatly and a laptop on it. Ame was back on her bed, wearing less than before. Instead of a bathrobe, she was lying their in her bra and panties, revealing most of her curvy body. Milo could see that her belly button was pierced, which he was pretty certain wasn’t before.

“Hi, Milo,” said Ame in a coy tone, “Do you like what you see?”

“Ame…” sputtered Milo. It took all of his effort to not let his eyes go down her mature body. “Why did you take your clothes off?” he eventually manage to say.

“It was getting kinda warm,” said Ame, “Besides, I wanted to take a good look at my body. I grew up nicely, didn’t I?”

Mile didn’t think his face could get any more flushed that it was now. “Uh, I need to go…take care of something,” he stammered.

“Milo, wait,” called Ame. Milo paused and looked Ame in the eyes. This time, she didn’t look like she was teasing. It looked like she was trying to be sincere. “Milo, there’s something that you should know, something that I’ve just figured out,” said Ame.

Ame’s tone did sound like she was trying to be honest. Apparently, her mind had matured enough to match her body. “So what is it?” asked Milo.

“The woman who gave my that lollipop told me it would give me what I wanted most,” said Ame, “When I bought it, I thought it would mean that I would get an extra big cake or maybe a unicorn. I didn’t know why I turned into an adult at first, but now it’s starting to make sense.” She gave Milo a hopeful look and said, “The thing I want most is you.”

“Me?” asked Milo.

“Yes, you’re the closest person to me besides my parents. You do so more for me than any other babysitters. I suppose on a subconscious level, what I wanted most was to be your best friend,” said Ame.

“But you already were my best friend,” said Milo softly.

Ame gave a small chuckle and said, “Could you really be that close to a little girl? There was a big age gap between us and the magic closed it up. I was just giddy being big at first but as I became more mature, I realized that I wanted more than to be your friend. Milo, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Milo was shocked, but he couldn’t deny he felt a warming feeling in his heart. Ame was so beautiful now and she seemed so earnest and sincere. But still, his brain tried to remind him what was right. “It wouldn’t be right,” he said, “You’re still a young girl.”

“No, I’m not,” said Ame, “Look at me, Milo. I am a woman in body and mind. And I want to be with you. More than anything I’ve ever wanted before. Please tell me I didn’t grow up for nothing.”

Milo hesitated for a moment, but here was a beautiful young woman who was willing to give her heart to him. He had been turned down in the past so maybe it was making him more open to persuasion. And he had to admit he was very close to Ame and her adult self seemed like the woman of his dreams. “I think we can give this a try,” he said as he approached the bed.

Ame smiled before sitting up and kissing him. She was a pretty good kisser, Milo had to admit. But this was as forward as he was going to go, until he knew for certain if this magic was permanent.

Finding the woman at the fair who sold Ame the lollipop was harder than Milo had expected. He thought he would have to return the next day when Ame’s parents returned. To Milo’s great surprise, they didn’t find anything wrong about their young daughter growing up while they were away. In fact, they didn’t even see her as a daughter, but as a younger cousin.

Bizarrely, Ame was able to collaborate their story. It seemed a whole new life of memories were at her disposal. Now she was a college girl who was rooming with her cousins so she wouldn’t have to pay the steep boarding process at her campus. Ame turned out to be a lot smarter and knowledgeable than Milo would have expected.

It took little persuasion on Ame’s part for Milo to give up his search for the lollipop seller. After all, Milo had a smoking hot girlfriend who was legally an adult and had a great personality. It also turned out that Ame retained her high metabolism and could nearly all that she wanted without loosing her tight curves.

Milo and Ame went out on a lot of dates from then on. The movies, the beach, the boardwalk, every place was a fun time for them. But every time they went out, Ame insisted they got ice cream. She still had a bit of a sweet tooth.

Buxomize by A.P. Jones

Our reader A.P. Jones sent us a couple of interesting artworks in the vein of the Vintage Comics. There's more to come.

Thank you very much!

Buxomize

by A.P. Jones.

Vintage Comics - Issue 9

Another romance novel, since the last one was so much fun to make.

Halloween Party (Finale)

I've always received a lot of comments about this series, probably more than any other. I've been asked once and again if I would ever do another part, or if I would finish it before leaving the blog for good.

I decided to reward that by actually ending a story that I never intended to finish in the first place. But now that I've done, it's OVER. There's no future Halloween Party captions coming out. This is it, really.

Previous stories: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Vintage Comics - Issue 7

Ok, this isn't a comic, but rather a vintage cover for one of those "titillating" romance novels. A completely different period than the comics, but you get why I did it.

I had a lot of fun tackling the stereotypes from this genre, even though it was the most difficult one I've done. This wasn't just changing the text like I've done in some of the others. This was build from scratch... the aged texture and everything. I hope you appreciate the result.

Vintage Comics - Issue 6

Miss those melodramatic crying girls from old comic books? Here's another one!

By the way, the Vintage Comics have their own label.

Vintage Comics - Issue 5

A rather simple one, but the picture was perfect and I wanted to do vintage science-fiction!

Vintage Comics - Issue 4

I really like this one, though maybe it's just because the edit took a lot of effort. You're welcome to dislike it, though.

Father's Day

A sequel to Sunday's story. Since I don't think I'll be able to post it by Father's Day, I decided to do it ahead of time.

Previous story: Mother's Day

Responsibilities

This picture came from a different project, but then it inspired this one.

Up the Elevator

Sorry about the text size. It was the only way it would fit. Open it on a different window to see it bigger.

Please comment. If you make me happy enough, I'll write a particularly sizable story (not just a caption) for the last day of the week, with a very nice and detailed transformation process.

Transfer II

A brief sequel to Transfer (click to read the first one).

By the way, I'll try to post a story every day of the week, but ONLY if you comment.

Premature Maturation - Epilogue

We've finally reached the conclusion of the full story.

It was a fun and very long journey. The complete story is 141 pages long. Quite a feat for me, if I can say so myself.

I want to thank BLZBub again for helping me with the typos (my English isn't quite there yet), and also to all the readers who followed the full narrative, especially those who took a short time to leave me at least a comment at some point. That really encouraged me. Planning a story like this is time consuming, and when you don't have any feedback, it becomes frustrating too.

So I hope you could leave me a line or two now that the story has been completed. Tell me what you think of what I did, even if they're negative (but polite) comments. Did you like what I wrote? Was a plotpoint confusing or you think I left it open? Want to know something else about these character's universe? Did you like the pictures?

By the way, maybe you've noticed that one of our newest additions to the "cast" (female Jenkins) is a girl who has been used extensively in this blog before. Do you remember how many characters she has "played" over my stories? I don't, but she's certainly the most used of all models here. I always say I won't use her any more, but then she pops up again!

On other news, my next story won't be published on this blog. It's an exciting collaboration with another author and I hope it'll be great. I'lll tell you when and how to find it once it's finished.


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Sunday – 12:20 am.

“RUN! Inside!” roared David when their cab pulled in front of Joy’s house. He’d thrown the money to the offended driver without any delay, and all four of them were sprinting towards the door as fast as their tired legs could.

Traffic hadn’t been kind with them on their trip. But now they were there; if they didn’t make it, it would be by a matter of just seconds…

They all sat on the floor around the table except for Tanya, who ran to the kitchen to fetch some matches.

Felicia put her reading glasses on and she grabbed the paper with the translated spell from within the book. She sighed.

And as Tanya came back and started lighting the candles, Felicia shamelessly cupped her generous breasts.

“Bye, girls. You were awesome,” she said to her chest.

The others chuckled nervously, but then Joy and Tanya imitated her, clenching their curves one last time.

As for David, who had removed his bloody shirt, he flexed his humongous arms, feeling his large muscles contract. He looked down at his chiseled torso, and felt the tightness on his crotch. He would also miss it all, but he knew he would grow back in time.

“Let’s do it, we just have a minute!” said Joy, looking at the clock.

Felicia straightened her glasses and picked up the spell again, but then she looked at Tanya.

“Can you read it this time? I just…”

Tanya looked suspiciously at her friend, but she took the paper. She was about to start reading when she also put it down.

“I… I don’t think I want to do this,” she announced.

“What? This is not the time for joking, Tanya!” say Joy desperately.

“I’m not. I really want to stay like this.”

“But why?”

“Look at me! Think of what I could do if I could be like this forever. I’m gorgeous, I’m an adult… I… I could…”

Joy wouldn’t have expected it from the docile Tanya, but Felicia and David knew exactly what she really was going on about.

“It’s just… Okay, I think I could confront my parents, let them see me like this,” Tanya admitted. “I’d let them know I’m a woman now, and that I’m living by myself from now on, and see if I care about their stupid divorce!”

Her blue eyes were a bit wet. But then she bowed her head and David took her hand.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be with you,” he said.

Tanya nodded and then, with her free hand, she grabbed Felicia’s. Joy closed the chain hastily.

“Remember you have to say the ages you’ll become as I finish the incantation,” said Tanya as if nothing had happened.

And with no further delay, she began chanting in the strange language, finishing with a timid “12” in English.

“12”, repeated David, and he pressed her hand a little.

“15”, said Joy.

“13” finished Felicia.

“What!” said David, looking at his sister in confusion.

“But you are 11!” yelled Tanya.

“Yeah, well, I thought I’d skip ahead a bit,” shrugged Felicia as the wind engulfed them all.

“But… What will Mom say?” worried David. He now understood why his sister hadn’t spoken at all when Tanya had voiced her own doubts.

But then their minds were taken away from Felicia’s mishap, because they started changing. All of them started shrinking, but the most noticeable of them all was David, large as he had become.

His physique was subduing every second, as he lost an incredible amount of body mass very quickly: he was going from 200 pound of pure muscle to his regular 60 pounds.

Tanya smiled at him sweetly. She also looked much younger, but still strikingly beautiful. Her face was losing her mature sexiness, and she was being rendered into a cute teenaged girl. Her body was still quite amazing; tough it also started to become softer, her curves giving place to a slender, flat frame.

David couldn’t take his eyes away from her transformation, though his arousal started to placate. At first it thought it was because of her regression to childhood, but then he realized it was because of his own. His large manhood was getting much smaller, and it wouldn’t be long before it would become his boyhood again.

Joy hadn’t changed dramatically so far, and she still looked almost like her adult version as she crawled on all fours, but then she also started going back to her regular, late-bloomer, 15-years-old self. Not that it worried her much since she now knew development was just around the corner for her.

They had let go out of each other's hands to concentrate on their own metamorphosis. David’s now not-so large hand felt his face, no longer as virile and square. His short beard was being absorbed back by his cheeks, and his Adam’s apple was likewise retreating. He tested his voice with a long “Aaaaaaaaaah” that went from low and manly to high-pitched. Tanya’s childish laughter joined his.

Meanwhile, Felicia was also diminishing, though she wondered when she would stop. She would after all be a full two years older than her original age, and she wasn’t sure how further developed she would be.

She had also shrunk a lot, but she still wasn’t the petite girl she had started as. Her very womanly attributes were melting down, though. Her round and large breasts suddenly sucked into her chest, knocking her back a couple of inches with its sheer force and leaving nothing behind. They had come to be an important part of who she had been for the last day, and she felt incomplete without them. Her muscle tone and hips also withdrew.

David was now much shorter than her. Gone was the 6’4’’ towering man, replaced by the 12-years-old brother she was used to. Next to them, Tanya was also back to her sweet, pretty self, though she didn’t look so prim at the moment with her messy hair and too large clothes. Joy had also just finished her transition to 15.

“Sis?” asked David looking at her with wonder. All of them were.  “Are you not… changing anymore?”

“No, I think this is it. I must be 13 now,” said Felicia, and her voice surprised her. It wasn’t womanly any more, but it sounded throatier than her former one.

“You’re… tall.”

It was true. Felicia was now about a head taller than before. She was even slightly bigger than her 15-years-old babysitter.

“I gotta see!” she said, and she ran to the bathroom.

She gasped. It was more than her height and voice. Her face had cracked back to childhood, but she still looked much different from before. She liked it. She felt pretty, especially with her now longer hair.

Felicia’s mature appearance was increased by the womanly makeup and clothes she was still wearing. She took off her now baggy blouse. Gone. Where massive orbs had just stood, now there wasn’t more than a slightly tender area. It couldn’t be seen, but she felt it was puffier than before, and she knew what it meant. Her breasts would return in a matter of months, and if her first transformation was any indication, they would get real big, real fast. Her longer legs were surprisingly toned, and her backside was just a bit swollen.

She blushed as she looked down her underpants. She didn’t have her adult privates any more, but neither were they completely back to childhood. Her transition into womanhood had already started.

Pleased with what she had seen, she went back to the living room, and she wasn’t surprised when she saw Tanya had already brushed her hair and changed into proper clothing. David also had a shirt that covered his skinny body and was wiping the blood from his face.

“It’s just a trace. My nose isn’t broken any more. I guess the regression did that.”

“Yeah, I’m not as bruised either,” said Joy happily, then she yawned. “I’m quite beat, though.”

“What are you going to do, Felicia?” asked Tanya worriedly. “You look very different.”

The new 13-years-old shrugged.

“Mom will probably want some explaining, but this was my choice.”

“You always have to choose trouble,” said David shaking his head.

“It could have been worse.”

“Well, it will be worse for me,” said Joy sadly. “When my Mom finds out…”

“What will she find out?” said Tanya, who had just thrown the consumed candles away. “We left the house exactly as it was!”

“Yeah, everything except one thing,” pointed Joy. “We kinda… spent all of her emergency money. She’ll know I took it.”

“Oh, no!” David and Tanya both looked very frightened.

Felicia laughed, tough.

“She’ll be confused all right,” she said. “When she realizes she has more money than before.”

Felicia put one hand inside her now useless 30H cup bra, which hung loose on her shoulders like a bag. When she took her fingers out, she had quite an enormous pack of bills in her fist.

“What? Where did you get that?” Joy couldn’t believe it.

“We’ll have to put you up to speed later. We had a few adventures of our own while we looked for you. One of them involved robbing a casino. We had to give the money to this mafia boss, but there was a shootout and…”

“But you had to leave that bag behind! We told you to leave it!” exclaimed David.

“Yeah, but you didn’t think I wouldn’t grab quite a handful, uhm? I put it in my cleavage and had it all the time.”

Joy wanted to hug her, but she instead took the money and ran to hide it back on its place, for the sound and lights of a car had filled the living room that very moment. Their mothers were back.

“Well… I better leave all the explaining for tomorrow,” said Felicia, and she scurried away, after saying. “Just tell them I was too tired.”

David and Tanya were left alone. They looked at each other and the door opened.

The two women looked very un-motherly in their dresses. It was also very obvious they had partied quite hard.

“David!” his mother shrieked, embracing her son. “We’re here.”

“I’m glad, Mom. We’re all right. Felicia wanted to say hi, but she fell asleep.”

“You all should have. It’s quite late…”

“Oh, leave them be, Hilary. They’re quite big,” said Monica. “Oh, hi, Joy. How did they behave?”

 “Hello, Mom!” said Joy, returning to the living room with an air of guiltlessness. Then she adopted her best babysitting voice. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hilary. I tried to put them all to sleep, but they wanted to greet you. Otherwise, they were just little angels.”

Tanya giggled, and then she yawned.

“Go to bed now, then. Monica and I are beat too,” said Hilary.

“That I can believe,” said Joy. “Bye, kids,” she told David and Tanya, and then she winked at them before going straight for her bedroom.

The two mothers also said their good nights and ran to their own rooms.

Tanya and David were left alone yet again.

“So… Are you okay?”

Tanya nodded.

“I’m sorry about that. I just got caught in the excitement. The possibilities of being a grownup for good. But I would have never done it,” she guaranteed, then she added: “I’m not Felicia.”

“I know.”

David gulped. Now that he wasn’t a sack of testosterone any more, his self-doubts were creeping back. But not fully yet, so he dared to voice what he wanted to say.

“Despite everything that happened… I had a fun time with you today.”

He blushed, but looked straight at her eyes.

“So did I,” she said, and she kissed him sweetly and innocently on his lips, before starting to the room she shared with Felicia.

And though they had kissed before as man and woman, right then he felt like any boy who just had his first kiss with his crush.

He walked happily to his bed, and he believed all the excitement wouldn’t let him sleep. But he was simply too exhausted. He dozed off as instantly as everyone else in the house.

Tuesday – 9:07 am.

Mrs. Hilary packed her things into her bag. She, her children Felicia and David, and their friend Tanya, would leave Monica and Joy’s house later that morning.

It had been quite a fun vacation, Hilary thought. The things she had done on her night out with her friend Monica… she didn’t think she still had it in her.

Well, maybe she hadn’t, she thought sadly, looking at her aging reflection. Maybe she had just done it all because luck had intervened.

“Still missing it?” said Monica, entering the room and closing the door behind her.

Hilary blushed and parted her eyes from the mirror.

“I was just…”

“No need to be shy about it,” said Monica. “I miss it too. I mean, who wouldn’t? We got to be 18 again for a day!”

Hilary nodded and looked at her reflection again, imagining she wasn’t seeing a middle-aged woman, but the vibrant and attractive young girl she had become during that incredible weekend.

“I had forgotten how great it felt. I almost didn’t remember what a looker I used to be,” muttered Hilary, still feigning she was glancing at her youthful face.

“Ha! I remember it all too well, sadly,” said Monica, taking Hilary out of her daydreams. “We all under in your shadow back in college; it was just that you were a prude back then. But yesterday? All the guys were over you again. And you went crazy this time!”

Hilary blushed. It had been too mortifying doing things like stripping down to her underwear in public when she had been a fit young woman, but now the memory of her escapade was a bit embarrassing.

“I don’t understand what happened to us. Usually alcohol doesn’t affect us that much”

“Excuses, excuses!” said Monica laughing.

“Well, what about you?” she countered, and Monica feigned indignation. “You went as crazy as you were back in the day. You did stretch out over the bar at that club, remember?”

“Yeah, that I did,” said Monica, picturing her young self barefoot and splayed across the table.

“And as for guys going crazy for you, it’s not like you didn’t see any action,” proceeded Hilary. “Didn’t you dance and kiss that big hunk at the same club?”

“Oh, yeah. But then he left me and went after his crying girlfriend!”

“Yeah, I saw it,” laughed Hilary. “But believe me, he was into you anyway. And he was a stud. Did you see the body he had?”

“Of course I did, why do you think I kissed him?”

They laughed. Then Hilary stopped.

“What happened? I see you're very worried.”

The woman looked at her lifelong friend.

“It’s just I don’t think I should have left that paper with the spell lying around. I just took a picture and then tried it out with you. But I left the original in here and what if the kids…?”

“You didn’t know it would work. We both thought it was a very silly phony. And I don’t think the kids wouldn’t have been interested on it. At their age… they would probably think it even sillier than we did. Children don’t believe in magic anymore. And neither did we, but we were two desperate middle-aged ladies and we were willing to try it.”

Monica laughed again, but Hilary was still quite serious.

“I don’t know. After all, I found that paper inside the book Felicia was reading. She found it at her Grandma’s. And… you’ve seen how big she got over that weekend.”

Monica nodded.

“Kids grow naturally all the time. Sometimes in spurts like that. You did the same around her age, if you remember. It doesn’t have to be the spell.”

Hilary wanted to be persuaded.

“Joy would tell you if anything had happened, wouldn’t she?”

“My daughter is very responsible, nothing like I was,” smiled Monica. “I trust her. Even if she doesn’t tell me something, I have to trust it’s for the right reasons.”

“Why? Have you found anything suspicious?”

Monica pondered the question.

“Nothing. Just… It’s stupid. I have some emergency money hidden in the house. Only Joy knows where it is. And I checked on it yesterday… and it looks like I have about thrice the amount I had!”

“Okay, so Joy definitely isn’t stealing. And I doubt she’s making that kind money without you knowing and then giving it to you.”

“Yeah, I told you it was nothing. I must have miscounted.”

“Yes.”

“We have great kids, you and I.”

Monica left the room with a reassuring smile and Hilary felt much better.

Well, still not much better about her older body. She touched her slightly bloated midsection, not at all like the toned waist she had just a few days earlier.

And she wondered if she could use the spell again, maybe permanently this time. Even if she couldn’t find the paper with the spell any more (when she had asked, Joy had said casually that they had thrown it away), Hilary still had the photo she had taken o in her phone, along with a few pictures of her young self she would always treasure.

But no, she had two kids, how could she just regress into a young woman while they needed a mother? Maybe later, when they were older, and she could explain, she would do it.

Tuesday – 10:13 am.

Ex-Officer Jenkins sighed as she looked around the shabby little apartment she now inhabited.

Her eyes fell over the dusty mirror in the wall and she examined her alien reflection once again. It was that of a stranger and yet not a fully unfamiliar one. She looked like she could be her own sister. In fact, she looked a lot like the two actual sisters Jenkins had. They were both very pretty, but Jenkins had to admit she now probably ranked a bit over them. She had become a looker.

She was used to being attractive. It just turned out that being a hot woman wasn’t much like being a hot man.

Jenkins wondered for the hundredth time if this had been a benevolent curse or rather a blessing in disguise.

On one hand, yes, she had escaped prison. Bosanno’s collaborators were falling one by one, and when Jenkins' turn came, it had been indeed assumed the dirty cop had escaped. And as long as she was her female self, the law couldn’t reach her.

On the other hand, though, her life had turned into an undignified hell. One of her old contacts was working to get her a new identity, and she had been able to save the money from one of his accounts before the others were frozen. So, she could survive for a while, but she hadn’t enough dough to go by for long.

Thus, she had to swallow her pride and actually get a job at the strip club. She had only worked there for one night thus far, but it had been downright humiliating. He wondered how a normal female could endure it, not to mention one who had just been a man. A man who had regularly demeaned many a woman in his life.

Maybe it was poetic justice, like the fact that she had been made to wear a policewoman costume by her very first client.

She had wanted to claw the eyes out of the disgusting man’s face, and yet she couldn’t fully blame him for the way he had looked at her. She would have acted exactly the same in her male days.

“I deserve this,” said an inner voice she had discovered just after her transformation, and which she hadn’t been able to silence. “No, I deserve worse than this.”

Maybe it took a bit of suffering for a scumbag to finally develop a conscience.

Tuesday – 12:21 am.

Felicia was just out of the bathroom and had dried her hair, and she was currently invested in the now daily process of dressing in a way that would downplay her growth. She knew her Mom had already noticed something different (what mother wouldn’t?), but Felicia thought it wiser to reveal the full extent of her changes gradually rather than forcefully, so that she could accept them as natural.

Tanya stuck her head into the room they shared.

“They’re almost ready,” she announced. “Monica insisted we should eat here before we leave, so your Mom is helping her in the kitchen. We’re waiting for you at the backyard. Joy wants to say goodbye.”

So Felicia finished dressing up in haste and ran downstairs along with her friend. Joy and David were indeed sitting at the garden.

Her brother smiled at Tanya, and she responded and sat next to him. Felicia rolled her eyes.

“I’ve allowed you to date each other,” she said. “But please keep the sugary stuff to minimum. You don’t have to melt each time the other enters the room.”

Joy giggled, but David crossed his arms.

“You “allowed” us? Since when do I need your permission?”

“Since I am your older sister now,” she said. “Feels good now that the tables have turned, doesn’t it, bro?”

David looked at her from head to toe and shook his head.

“I’m still not used to the new you, sis. You look so big.”

Felicia wasn’t still adapted to it either, but she just shrugged.

“I guess I’m tall for a 13-years-old, let alone an 11-years-old. I’m dressing like a kid, thoughm to ease the transition for you.”

Felicia had chosen a cute outfit that made her look more childish, but which was too small for her, so it also looked tight on her at the same time, highlighting her growing body. But she thought she had done a good work with her face. She looked very different from her usual self, but she thought she could still pass for 11. She had also hidden her hair, which had grown much longer, within a hairdo that looked shorter.

“To ease the transition for your mom, you mean,” said Tanya. “She suspects something is up.”

“And… she’s been making questions about the book,” revealed Joy. “I told her you had said you couldn’t make any sense out of it, but that you thought it was a great prop. I believe she wants to ask you to give it to her but is afraid to. Do you think she knows? About the spells?”

“My Mom?” Felicia considered it. “No way! She has no clue.”

“Felicia and I have hidden it quite well anyway, just in case,” commented Tanya. “And we only take it out when we’re alone in our room.”

“Anything new with it?” asked David curiously.

“Tanya has been translating it,” explained Felicia. “It’s a slow process. You have to do it letter by letter. And it’s even trickier because we don’t want Monica or Mom to see what we’re doing.”

“We’ve only translated the first few pages,” sighed Tanya with a tired voice. “They don’t even contain any spells. It’s sort of a… foreword”

“Any luck figuring out what happened at the strip club?” asked Joy. “You know, with the… with that cop, and everything.”

Felicia and Tanya looked at each other peculiarly.

“It seems that we did cast a real spell after all. Advanced magic too,” said Tanya.

“But how?” David was at lost. “You didn’t have the book, how could you know that spell?”

Tanya bit her lower lip, but Felicia lowered her voice and said:

“It seems the book had turned us both into witches earlier.”

“WHAT?” David and Joy yelled together.

“Please, don’t scream!” implored Tanya. “Well, you see, it’s all on the foreword. Magic is very ancient and very complicated. And that book is one of its oldest pillars. Anyone can cast a spell by reading it. On the other hand, real witches can perform magic on their own.”

“And you two are witches?” Joy was impressed. “Since when?”

“Since the book deemed us worthy of magic. I guess it hadn’t been used for ages, and I was the first one to give it a try, so it bestowed me with its powers,” said Felicia leaning on the wire fence.

“But it didn’t affect us? Joy and I?” wondered David, obviously intimidated. He wasn’t sure what impressed him the most, being a witch’s brother or being a witch’s boyfriend.

“No, it was just me and Tanya. I think she proved her worth further than I did, when she figured that the book was in English and that she could translate it. I believe that’s when she was turned.”

“So… do you actually have magic powers now? You can do anything!” Joy looked quite excited.

“No we can’t,” said Tanya, even though she smiled too. “We’re very inexperienced yet, and we’ll have much to learn. That’s why we need to study the book. It’ll help us progress and make us able to use our magic on our own eventually.”

“But you said you did advanced magic. That gender-swap spell!”

“That was different. We were in jeopardy, and our magic kicked instinctively. The book says it sometimes happens to rookie witches,” remarked Tanya “That’s why it’s so important we learn to control it.”

Joy still seemed pensive.

“One can’t learn to be a witch from scratch, then?”

“We could teach you once we’re more advanced ourselves,” promised Felicia, and Joy beamed. “But your powers won’t be as developed as those of the ones chosen by the book.”

“Can boys learn it too?”

Tanya looked at David with some pity.

“I’m afraid the book is quite clear about that on its introduction to magic. Only females have the potential to harness the higher powers.”

“But we know a spell that can help you with that, bro. Remember?” joked Felicia. “I’ve always wanted to have a sister, if you’re interested…”

“Hell no!”

Everyone laughed, even David himself, though he secretly feared Felicia would try it on him as one of her pranks. He would make sure that Tanya would protect him from that.

“Kids! Dinner is ready!” Hilary’s voice came from inside.

“We’re going!” yelled David as he got up.

“I’m sad to see you leave,” said Joy doing the same but turning around to look at her new friends. “I hope we can visit each other frequently now.”

“I heard your mothers talking about it,” revealed Tanya. “It seems their friendship has rekindled and they want to see each other more often too. And I’m making sure my parents let me come with you.”

Felicia grinned with the others, but then her smile expanded mischievously.

“We could do it again sometime, you know,” she said. “It was an exciting spell.”

And despite everything that had gone wrong the first time, they all agreed with Felicia, though they decided that in this instance they would make sure not to ingest a single drop of alcohol.

THE END