Transfer

 Something brief which I enjoyed writing.

 

Follow up: Transfer II

Daughter Trouble

A sequel for my previous post.

Previous story: Wife Trouble

Wife Trouble

Another short caption story.

Follow up: Daughter Trouble

Sorry!

I'm really, very sorry about my recent absence.

I've been quite busy, but I intend to come back soon with the finale for Premature Maturarion. I'm also working on an exciting collaboration.

For now, I'm leaving you a small old-fashioned caption:

A Testimonial - UPDATE # 15

Our most mysterious contributor has written again, for the final time, it would seem!

I'll take this chance to ask your forgiveness about the lack of updates. Hopefully, the next and final part of Premature Maturation will come sooner than later.

I never thought I would be writing in here again, but something big happened, and I had to tell all of you: I’m back to being a young girl.

I’m so confused, and almost as scared as I was after my first transformation. I had grown used to be a woman, and to tell you the truth, I really liked it after the shock of my changed subdued. Now I’m small and weak again, and though I know I’ll get used to this again, and that I’ll start growing for real in a few years, I feel like I lost something great.

It happened on Friday, March the 3^th. That’s exactly 300 days after my original change. I realized that, and I guess the date had something to do with it. I was home and my friend Astrid was visiting. My mom and brother were out, and we were watching Guardians of the Galaxy.

I started feeling dizzy, and I realized I was going to change, because that’s just how I felt the first time. I wondered if I was going back or if I would get even older, but I soon realized I was shrinking. I didn’t panicky this time, but I started crying silently. I’ve been wondering all these months if I really wanted to go back or stay as an adult and I didn’t know what to say. I guess I know the truth now.

Changing in reverse is even weirder, and it felt like I was deflating, particularly my rear, which as you know, was quite wide. I’m very flat now, and it feels so strange. My boobs also shrank, but it wasn’t as odd overall, except for the nipples shrinking back. I’ve told you I had turned very athletic as a woman, and my muscles were hard and defined. They are gone, and I feel soft and wimpy now.

Everything was back to normal, though not exactly the same. I guess the months I lived as an adult actually passed for my younger form too. I’m actually 12 instead of 11 now, so I’m taller than I was, and also have started developing. I still have some boobs, which I hadn’t at 11, but everything feels too small anyway, compared to what I had at 23. Do you think it’ll take long before I’m almost as big as I used to be?

Still, I haven’t told you the weirdest part. Astrid was there comforting me and then she started to change too. It was about twenty minutes after I had finished changing, maybe.

Anyway, just like it had happened to me on the park, she started growing inside her clothes and she is now an adult woman too. At first she was scared, but then she realized what was going to happen and she laughed and everything. I always thought she was kind of jealous and that she wished it had happened to her, and now it has.

It was amazing to see it from the outside, as I saw my friend sprouting from 13 to a fully grown woman in minutes. Her breasts grew a lot, which was so strange to see and she is bustier than I had been. She’s not as tall, though, but I think she looks very pretty. She’s quite pleased with how she turned out too.

Anyway, she’s 24 now, only a year older than I was, but she looks so much more mature to me now. Maybe it’s because I’m back to being young and things look different to my mind again. But I think she looks more grown up than I did.

Not everything has changed in my brain, though. I don’t feel completely 12. My mind still has a lot of the maturity I gained. I don’t think I’ve forgotten the experience like it happens on some of these stories you guys write. Astrid also acts more like an adult since the second morning after her transformation, just like what happened to me.

As for the first morning, she found her things had changed. Her room, clothes and everything. Mine changed that day too. Now all my things are back to being childish. My family acts like normal again. They don’t seem like they remember I was an adult, or that I had a job.

Astrid’s family, or mine for that matter, does think she was always 24. It’s been weird being friends with her now that I’m young and she’s grown, and now I understand how she felt all this time. But we see each other every day and I tell her stuff I learned during my go at adulthood.

She is approaching her new age in a very different way to me. I gradually grew to like it, but it seems like she was eager to change and that she was expecting this all along. She says she feel greater than ever and she feels so confident at being a woman, I sometimes can’t recognize her. She doesn’t act much like herself any more, but I guess this is who she really was inside and she is now letting it all out. I still love her, but it’s like discovering a different person.

I had told her everything about this blog, but she doesn’t seem interested in sharing things here since she says she doesn’t need much help adapting. But she has given me a few of her selfies and allowed me to post them now that she’s legal.

So, here’s my now 24 year old friend Astrid:

She’s quite comfortable with what happened, as you can see. She has her own new fashion style, and she went through a quick makeover. She wasn’t that platinum before, and she wears LOTS of makeup every time I see her. She feels sexy, and I don’t blame her, but she’s much readier to show it than I ever was. She wants to get a boyfriend and has become very open talking about sex. She can’t believe I didn’t do it while I was an adult.

Though I would never do those things when I changed, I feel happy for her. I think it did her good. It’s like she was born to be grown. I’ve even wondered if she was destined for this and I accidentally got in the way and now things have corrected themselves.

Anyway, I think I’ve figured what happened to us, more or less. I’ve been thinking hard about this, and I read my very first post in this blog, and I accidentally stumbled upon something I didn’t even remember until I read it:

Today was warm, but yesterday we had some freeze, so there wasn’t many people walking there, only another girl I don’t know with a very large coat who was running like scared and who pushed me but I don’t think she saw me, but she was gone when I changed, so I don’t think she saw that.

Pardon my poor English back then, but I used a translator and I was quite terrified that night. The important thing is that I stumbled upon a girl wearing adult clothes and I didn’t realize it at the moment! The answer was in front of our eyes from that very beginning!

My theory is that she was like Astrid and I. That she had her turn living as a woman for almost a year, and that her time was up that morning. She was very scared, see? I think she had just transformed back to a girl that day and that somehow it’s contagious, and that she passed the curse, or whatever it is into me. Then, 300 days later, I reverted and the curse passed into Astrid.

I’ll guess we’ll never know for certain exactly what this is, but I bet come December 28^th (I’ve counted), Astrid will change back and another girl -or boy, who knows how this works-, will age for a while. She knows I think this, and she agrees, so I think she’s trying to make the most and counting every day,

So it’s now time for me to adapt to be my real age. How weird is that? People treat me like a child again, even Astrid. She can’t help it, I know how it feels since the tables were turned not long ago. But the hard part for me is that I’m not a real child any more. My mind is still mature, and it’s so weird being back to school and all, whiteout my best friend along, I should add.

I don’t think (this time for real) that I’ll ever update these posts again, but I might take a moment to read and answer a few final questions if you have something for me.

I also want to thank you for allowing me to share my unbelievable true story without fear. You were a priceless help during these 300 days and more. I don’t have much to give you, so I’ll simply share the rest of Astrid’s pictures, plus a couple of the woman I once was (she seems almost unreal to me at times. Was I really her?). Pictures and memories are all I have left of that magical time.

Love.

Elisabeth.

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Premature Maturation - Part VII

We've reached the climax now, and it's almost over. I'm sorry if you feel I'vedragged this for too long. I swear every scene serves a purpose... at least on my mind, and hopefully it'll all come together properly at the end.

By the way, not that it matters much, but this is the blog's 600th. post.



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Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Saturday – 10:12 pm.

The three of them barely spoke at all during the rest of the trip. They wanted to end this for good, and yet they didn’t feel prepared for what was to come. In all, they all felt they arrived to the rendezvous point much quicker than they would have wished.

Sure enough, there was an ominous couple of black vans parked in the otherwise deserted middle of the road. It was fully dark, except for their headlights and the now-somewhat distant neon lights of Vegas.

David stopped his own car about a couple of yards behind the two expectant vehicles. He didn’t want to make the first move, and he didn’t have to: the side door of one van slid open and three men in dark suits got out, guns out. Then another, squat, yet oddly massive figure also stepped out.

This was Salty himself, no doubt. What he lacked in stature, he had in body fat, and yet he didn’t look ridiculous but quite intimidating. David gulped involuntarily, oblivious to the fact that his two female companions were doing the same. A few seconds passed, then, also in unplanned unison, all three of them got out.

Felicia was holding the bag with the money, but David took it from her arms. He wanted to deal with Salty himself, leaving the girls as distanced as possible.

“So, you managed to pull it off,” Salty said, his voice sounding as dangerous as his looks. “Congratulations. It was time Hubalu found a crew worthy of himself, not idiots like that guy,” he added, looking in direction of the second van.

The children immediately knew that was where they were holding Vincent. Was Joy in there too? If so, they were so close to the end of this nightmare…

“We did alright,” grunted David, trying to sound like a professional and not like a scared kid.

“That you did,” agreed Salty, looking way up to the towering man. He seemed to be studying him, and for the looks of it, he liked what he saw. “We could use a guy like you. You’ve got meat on your bones, but you’re more than that, aren’t you? You’ve got presence. That’s something a lot of people in this business lack nowadays.”

He then looked at Tanya and Felicia, who were standing a few steps away.

“But as I understand it, you were integral to this too. I didn’t know Hubalu was hiring girls now. But they tell me you pulled this job mostly using a woman’s touch, didn’t you?”

He laughed shortly.

“Anyway, I believe our paths will cross again, and I’m sure your talents will be further tested. Then, if you’re as good as you showed today… My offer stands. You don’t have to keep working for such a small-timer as Hubalu. You’ll be welcome to join the big leagues.”

It seemed to David that this flattery was maybe a customary welcome for Salty.

“So, let’s see the money. And we’ll give you back your people, though as I’ve said, Hubalu would do much better without those types.”

Salty made a quick gesture and his men took action so instantly that they looked mind-controlled: as one of them took the bag of money from David’s hand, two others walked towards the second van and extracted a couple of people with sacks over their heads and their wrists bound with a rope.

Tanya wheezed in relief. Even from a distance, and with her face covered, she could recognize the female figure, since she was wearing a jacket that Tanya remembered Joy had purchased at Anancy’s. The man was wearing jeans and a simple tank undershirt. She had no idea how Vincent looked, but that had to be him.

The tension of everyone present then focused on the henchman counting the money on the bag. Then he turned to Salty, declared “It’s all here” and the atmosphere relaxed visibly.

“Okay, let them free,” said the mobster, and the two prisoners were pushed towards David, then they started to walk on their own accord, still bound with the sacks and ropes.

David’s excitement grew, but so did his impatience. Why couldn’t they walk a bit faster? What if something went wrong at the last minute?

And of course, it did.

Suddenly, about a dozen new headlights turned on, a few yards from where their own vehicles stood. Then a magnified voice filled the night air:

“Chris Larson. This is the police. Please do not resist. Walk towards us with your hands to the air.”

The world seemed to stop. Salty looked at David inquisitively.

Fuck, thought David. Chris Larson. That was the name he had given to the cops when they had caught him in the morning. Somehow they had found him.

Salty’s hand started to tremble, his face frowning furiously. David knew the man wanted to kill him then and there.

“Look,” said David, quickly thinking the only way to make the best out of the situation. “They want me. Just me. I’ll turn myself in, then you just carry on. Let the girls go, all of them. I don’t think the cops have seen…”

But then the voice of one of the officers was heard and David knew he had overestimated the cover of darkness:

“Don’t those two people have sacks over their heads?”

Then, a second, horrified voice, yelled loudly.

“Fuck, that’s Salty Bosanno!”

Felicia understood what was going to happen a second before it did. Now that their boss had been identified and caught in the act, there’s was only one way Salty’s men could save him: they opened fire towards the policemen, who responded in kind.

Tanya felt a hand grabbing her neck, and she was forced to the ground by Felicia. A couple of steps in front of her, she saw David doing the same after getting hold of the hostages.

“Take cover!” he yelled to Tanya and his sister, then crawled behind one of the vans.

David was pinned down. Bullets were flying all around him, and he just wanted to cry and call for his mom. But right now, he had to keep his head clear. He wondered why the girls hadn’t arrived yet to where he was covering; they were just behind him… Then he heard the sound of someone coming and he sighed in relief.

But the face that appeared wasn’t Tanya’s or Felicia’s. Salty had run to take cover behind the same van he had picked.

“You fucking pig! You brought them right to me!”

David hadn’t time for this. He punched Salty’s face with all the considerable strength his muscled arms now possessed. Blood immediately sprouted from the man’s nose, but he was too heavy to be knocked out. David knew this was it: Salty produced a gun from the back of his pants and pointed it at his head.

“That’s the best you can do? I boxed for twenty years! I was a champion, I won the-“

But David couldn’t hear exactly what he had won, for Salty suddenly went silent and this time he did fell unconscious face-first to the pavement, a big bloody mess on the back of his head: Tanya had finally arrived and she had hit the mobster with one of her knife-like stiletto heels, probably a first for the ex-boxer. She stood there smirking, pleased with her handiwork.

David could have kissed her, but now wasn’t the time. He knew one of Salty’s men could be the next one to appear; they probably were looking for their boss in the middle of the shootout. So he instead grabbed each of the hostages with one arm and helped them into the van.

“Get in now!” he yelled. “Felicia, leave that!”

For his sister had also emerged, dragging the bag of money behind her.

“Oh, okay”

She dropped it reluctantly and ran towards the van along Tanya. It seemed both the cops and the thugs had noticed what they were doing, because the shooting intensified. In all the confusion, it was Felicia who sat at the driver’s seat instead of David.

Tanya put her hands over her eyes as the van started, heading in the opposite direction of the shootout at full speed. Bullets impacted on the back of the vehicle, but it didn’t stop, nor did it hit any of the passengers.

“We’ve got a good head start. They probably can’t pursue us until they stop shooting each other!” said Felicia, who was actually driving quite expertly. “Where should we go now?”

“Turn left, turn left!” said another male voice.

Vincent’s hood had fallen off in all the chaos, and he seemed to have caught on the fact that these three strangers were on his side, or at least against Salty’s.

“I know a safe way!”

Between her intuition and the specific instructions of a man who knew Nevada’s underbelly, Felicia choose for the later. She did as she was told.

“Wow, Felicia. You’re doing great,” said Tanya impressed, finally looking through her fingers. “You must be really good at video games.”

“What? No, I said David was good at them. I’ve never played one in my life. This is beginner’s luck!”

Tanya felt faint. She closed her eyes again.

“Well, let’s not test that luck further, sis,” said David from the back seat. “Put on your seatbelt like we did.”

“Sorry, I can’t right now, I’m driving!”

“But…”

“Let’s put it this way… I’m probably the best endowed 11-years-old in the world. A seatbelt isn’t high on my list of comfortable appliances at the moment.”

Vincent probably would have found those words a bit strange, but he wasn’t listening at the moment.

“Stop here!”, he yelled. “Ditch the car!”

He opened the door and threw himself down a hill at the side of the road. The others followed him, Felicia pleased about leaving the wheel.

“Grab Joy!” said Tanya, and David held gently one of the hooded girl’s arms.

They ran for a few minutes behind Vincent and then, inexplicably, they emerged from an alley into a parking lot. They were back to crowded Vegas, but they were mostly alone at the moment. There was just a drunken man on a corner and an amorous couple kissing inside a distant car and not minding them at all.

“Help me out here,” said Vincent, as his hands were still bound.

But the attention of the other three was on his female companion. David was undoing her rope.

“We’ve got you, Joy. We’ll get you back home and we’ll break the spe…”

David interrupted himself mid-sentence. The woman’s face that had emerged when he removed the sack wasn’t Joy’s.

“But…” he was speechless. After all they had gone through… He looked at Felicia and Tanya, who wore an identical expression. It was beyond disappointment. It was sorrow.

“You’re not Joy!” said Felicia, who looked like she could cry.

“Who the hell is Joy?” asked the newly-freed hostage. She was beautiful, but something in her makeup and her behavior betrayed her for what she was: a prostitute.

“Wait, they all told us you were with Joy!” said David looking at Vincent. It was almost like a demand, and the smaller bloke winced.

“Look, man, I don’t know who you are, and I’m grateful for what you just did. But I’ve never heard about any Joy before now…”

“Hold on, but you’re wearing her jacket!” said Tanya aloud, pointing at the woman. “And we found Joy’s cellphone at your place!”

At that, Vincent and the prostitute exchanged a look of understanding.

“Oh, you mean her!”

“Of course her! You picked her up at Matt Frakes’ party!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know who you’re talking about,” said Vincent holding up two conciliatory hands. He had endured enough for the day and seemed scared that David would hit him. “I don’t know where she is.”

“But you took her to your place!” said an indignant Felicia. “And then you practically raped her!”

“What? No, I did not! Okay, I admit I was planning to bring her home, and she was quite willing, but she was too damn drunk! She fell asleep almost as soon she left that party, I swear!”

“Asleep?”

“I swear, I swear! I had to carry her to the park and I left her on a bench. That’s when I found my pal Wanda here.”

He gestured towards the woman.

“So she’s the one you screwed, not Joy?” asked Felicia, not sure if she felt relieved or not.

“Of course. We go way back, Wanda and me, don’t we? Anyway, Wanda saw me carrying your unconscious friend and…”

“You thought you’d pinch something from her,” added David with a menacing grunt.

“Okay, geez! It’s just a sweater,” said the woman, taking it off. “Here, you can have it back. Anyway, I liked it, but there was nothing of value except for the phone, and I left it back with his junkie friend when those mobsters came and snatched us.”

Tanya turned her back and leaned against an old car. This was it. They were screwed.

“Can’t you tell us where she is, then?” she asked one last time, hope vanishing.

“No, I’m sorry,” said Vincent and he explained where the park where he had left her was. It was unlikely that she was still there after so many hours had passed. “Listen… I’m sorry, but we should skip town, lay down for a while… Salty is going to hit us hard next time he sees any of us.”

They didn’t even say another word as Vincent and Wanda broke the window of one of the cars and stole it after hotwiring it with amazing ease.

The three of them walked silently out of the parking lot and sat defeated on the curb. Felicia was actually weeping as she wrapped her body in the discarded jacked that had belonged to Joy.

“Well, let’s see the positive side… At least Joy wasn’t raped,” said Tanya, tears also crossing her face. David put a comforting arm over her shoulders as he looked at the time. It was simply too late now. Even if they kept searching for Joy and found her, they wouldn’t be able to break the spell in time. It was over.

“I guess we’ll have to get used to being grownups now,” he commented.

“Getting familiar with this overnight won’t be exactly easy…” started Felicia, crying even harder.

“Plus, the cops and the mob are looking for us in these forms. And… we should try to think how to break the news to our families,” continued David. “I’m especially sorry about you, Tanya. Your parents will hate us forever.”

“Yeah, I can imagine it: «Here’s your daughter, and she’s safe. She’s just twice as old as she was last week. Sorry about that»” said Felicia and she laughed briefly, but it turned back into a desperate wailing.

She hiccupped and tried to put herself together.

“Sorry, guys. Do you have a tissue, or something?”

Her companions shook their heads, but they searched for one in their pockets. Felicia also looked for something in Joy’s jacket. She only found one tiny piece of lilac cardboard caught on one of the zippers.

She held it up. She had stopped crying quite suddenly.

Then she said in a slow, composed manner:

“Uhm… guys? I think I might know where Joy is.”



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Part 8

Epilogue