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Chapter 2
Electric morph reality

Electric morph reality

"And as for the older girlfriend stuff, I just don’t feel right about it. I know you are very horny like the average teenaged boy, and in retrospect you have really started acting just like a teenager as far as that goes. But Peter honey, I’m a grown woman, and you...you’re really just a boy. I wouldn’t feel right about having sex with you until you grow up again. I’m sorry." Ally said.

"But..but Ally," I began to say, "We’re married. I don’t care how old it looks like I am, inside I’m still me. I don’t need to be ’taken care’ of, its not like I’m a baby," the thought of that made me shudder. "I don’t see any reason not to go to work , I don’t want to just hang out here all day."

"Well Peter, for one thing what if you get to work and become too young to drive yourself home? Or get really young, and wander off and get lost?" Ally said.

"Uh, ...well, I guess I didn’t think of those things," I said, a little confused. "I know, you could drive me there. And all the other guys working there are like mostly teens like....like I am now."

"I don’t think you should sweetheart, and I think you should listen to me. I think you have to get used to listening to me, and now its not just because men should listen to their wives or because I earn most of the money. Its because in our current situation I am the adult. From here on in, what I say goes," Ally said.

"It’s not like your my mother!" I shot back.

"Yes it is. That’s exactly ’what its like’ now Peter, that was a very good choice of words. I know I am not your mother, but it is now ’like’ I am your mother, like it or not. That is why we can’t have sex. That is why you have to mind what I say, and that is why what I say goes. Is that understood young man?"

"Yes Ally...its understood," I replied.

"Look sweetie, I know you didn’t plan this bizarre accident, and I hope you don’t think I’m just trying to be mean to you. I love you, and I’m just trying to look out for you. This whole situation is freaking me out. If you want to get out of the house, I guess we could go do something, we can try to find you some people your own age for you to hang out with. I wouldn’t get jealous if you found a girlfriend, with things the way they are. Or you could play with your computer, go to those websites you like," she offered.

"What, the age regression sites? I think I’ve had enough of that for now!" I said.

"I guess, but isn’t this why you would read the stories and look at those pictures? Didn’t you fantasize about getting younger?" She smiled. "Now you are experiencing it firsthand. Maybe you should just relax, and enjoy it," she said.

"Fantasy is one thing, reality is another. Ok you win, I don’t go to work today, and I’ll try to relax," I said.

"That’s my boy," Ally said, kissing me again. "Why don’t you shower and change, and we’ll figure out something to do."

"Ok," I said, and took off my shirt. My boxers hung on me like they were about to fall off. I took them off when I realized that Ally was still standing there, and I blushed. I felt naked and defensless in front of the woman I used to be married to, who now thought of me as a child. She looked at my thinner and much more hairless body and smiled.

"You are a very cute boy Peter," she said, causing me to blush even more.

"Um...Ally, uh I’ll ....just shave now," I said nervously.

"I don’t think you need to today Peter," she said. "Oh...I guess I better give you your privacy. Excuse me." And she left, closing the door. I looked at my young reflection. Whats wrong with me, why am I getting so shy. I felt like I was exposed in front of a sexy school teacher that I had a crush on. I looked at my much smaller manhhod (or, boyhood) that still had hair, although it seemed to be receeding. I started to shower. I felt very odd, beyond just being younger and smaller. What was it exactly? I couldn’t be sure. How did this all happen. I was at the Electric morph gallery, and that site seems focused on AR morphs, and thats when I got struck by lightening and started to get young. The Electric morph gallery. Hmmm....wait a minute. Those morphs, they all deal with young men turning into kids, but....but they turn into girls, don’t they? Dear God! I turned off the shower and dried off, and quickly dressed. I chose some exersize shorts and a tee shirt that were practically one size fits all so I wouldn’t look like I was a kid wearing his dad’s clothes. I ran downstairs to my computer, past Ally who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. "Peter, what..." was all I heard as I logged on to AOL and then went to the Electric morph gallery. I loaded up the morph. Now what, exactly, was I looking at? You have to get past the japanese mindset with the artwork, but...was this guy turning into a boy and being placed in girl clothes, or was he turning into a girl? From where I was sitting, the difference was huge! Ally came up behind me.

"What’s wrong, Peter," Ally said.

"What does this morph look like to you Ally," I asked, hopefully.

"It lookes like a guy turning into a little girl," she said. "Why?"

"My God Ally, don’t you get it?" I almost shouted.

"No...I..oh my god, Peter," her eyes grew wide. "You don’t think...no, that would be impossible!" she exclaimed.

"As impossible as getting younger in the first place?" I asked wryly. "This would be a great time to admit to me that you developed some sort of regression formula in the lab and I was exposed to it!"

"I’m...I’m sorry Peter, but I didn’t. Maybe he’s just dressed like a girl. He does still have a boy haircut," she offered.

"You know those japanese, that may be how little girls wear their hair over there, who the hell knows," I said. "I guess we’ll find out soon enough."

"Lets see, Peter, come with me," she said, and I followed her to our room. "I want to look at you very closely. I know you’re embarressed sweetie, but take off your clothes." I reluctantly did as she said. "Now, try not to get ...excited...but i want to touch you, is that ok?" I nodded affirmative. She examined my genitals, looking and feeling them. I thought I would be aroused instantly, but to my surprise I was not. She felt my testicles, and said "Hmmmm," and then she sort of squeezed my nipples a little bit, and I jumped. "Are they sensitive," she asked.

"Yeah, a little." I was scared.

"Your genitals are kind of small," she said, to which I really blushed furiously, "but I don’t know if that’s just because you are young. What does a 16 year old boy look like down there? I can’t be sure. We’ll just have to wait and see Peter, but remember, whatever happens I’m there for you," she said, hugging me. "Now, come on, why don’t you get dressed. We can go get you some better fitting clothes. I called your work when you were out and told them you wouldn’t be coming in. One of your co-workers asked if you were ok, and said she might stop by on her lunch break. She sounded very nice Peter, what is her name?"

"Melissa," I said, dressing.

"That’s her. Let me get changed and we’ll go." Ally said.

We went to Banana Republic and picked out some clothes. We didn’t buy much, only enough to get me through the day (because who knew if it would fit tomorrow!) I saw a pretty girl looking at skirts. Did I know her? She looked familiar. When she looked up, I remembered. She got a video yesterday, her name is Mindy. I walked up to her. "That’s a cute skirt," I said.

"Yeah, but I bet it will make me look fat!" she said. I didn’t think anything could make her look fat, she had a perfect little body. "Do I know you?" she asked.

"We...we met at the video store. My name is Peter. I said.

"I remember. You looked a little older in your video store shirt. What school do you go to? I go to Brookdale," she said. She thought I was a high school kid! I guess at this point, I am.

"I just moved here, I guess I’ll start there in the fall," I said.

"Well, what are you , like a sophmore? I’m going into my junior year," she said.

"Uh...oh..yeah, um sophmore," I answered. At that moment, Ally called over to me that it was time to go. "Guess I’ll see you around Mindy," I said.

"Ok," she said, and looked at Ally. "Wow, you have a beautiful mom! I wish my mom stayed in that kind of shape, but she’s too lazy." I thanked her, and Ally and I left.

When we got in the car Ally asked who the girl was that I was talking too. "Her name is Mindy, I met her at work. She thinks I’m 15 and she thinks you are my mother!" I said, disgusted. Ally smiled. I guess I could understand the perception. We stopped at Wendy’s for lunch, and she treated me to Dairy Queen for desert. We were close to my store.

"Wanna get a movie?" she asked. We can watch it tonight, get some popcorn...try to have fun?" Ally really was sweet. She was trying hard to make this as easy as possible for me.

"Um, ok," I said. I figued it was ok, there wasn’t much chance I would be recognized. We went in and looked around. Melissa was behind the counter checking out the customers. I picked out an action flick and brought it up front. Melissa looked up, and sort of did a double take.

"Peter, is that you?" she giggled. "You’re so cute!" she squealed, then she whispered "is that your wife?"

"Yeah..." I said, dejectedly.

"How is she taking this," Melissa asked.

"Oh, she’s taking it great. She’s getting kind of bossy though, treating me like a kid." Mel smirked. "I know what you’re thinking! But I’m still me inside. Um..." I didn’t know how to ask this, "You ...you want to come over later? I could use the company, and..." I gulped, " and Ally encouraged me to spend some time with people more my own age.

Melissa laughed. " I would love to come over Peter," she reached over and ruffed up my hair. We were about the same height at this point. "...but I don’t think we’re the same age. You’re just a kid. You’re what, 14? Are you even in high school yet sport?" she laughed again. "I’m....I’m sorry Peter...can..can I call you Petey?" Oh, she was funny. I sighed.

"Look, Mel, just forget it," I said, my voice cracking a little.

"Maybe I could sit for you if your mom needs to go out," she snickered. "Should I bring some diapers," she really had the giggles now.

"You’re a regular Sandra Burnhart Mel. Thanks for being so considerate," I said, paid for the movie, and left. Melissa watched as I left, and slowly stopped laughing and wasn’t smiling anymore either. I saw her smack herself in the head. She started out the store, I guess to apologize or something, but we got in the car and drove away.

Ally ordered pizza for dinner when we got home, and we ate more or less in silence. She would look up for her plate from time to time and smile, but it was getting hard fro me to smile back. I stood up to clear my plate and she got up to do the dishes. My clothes were beginning to feel a little loose, and I just got them today. My shirt felt like it was really irritating my chest, and I had to keep adjusting it. I tried to hide it from Ally, but of course I couldn’t. She patted me on the shoulder, and told me again how everything would be ok. I shrugged. She was at least a head taller than I was now; I couldn’t believe how small I had become. "Why don’t you play on your computer for a while, and I’ll clean up," she said. I guess that would be a good diversion.

I logged on, and my usual sign on screen was replaced with one that said ’AOL kids only.’ I tried to surf my usual sites and I got a message that said ’572 Web Restricted

You do not have access to this page as a result of the current Parental Control settings. To change or review the Parental Control settings, the master account holder must sign on, then visit the Parental Controls area online.’

What the hell was this. I tried it again, and got the same message. Ally came in and asked how it was going. "This thing is messed up Ally," I said, "it won’t let me go to regular sites.

Ally smiled. "I thought that, given your age, I wanted to protect you from any internet smut so I reset the parental controls," she said rather matter-of-factly.

"You had no right to do that! You could have at least asked me. Come on Ally!" I was really mad.

"Come on, I ’m sure you can find some good, safe stuff here. Theres cartoon network, and nick.com, and look, Mary-Kate and Ashley....." she said.

"Those are for children!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I set the controls for 12 and under," she said. How old do you think you are Peter? Do you want me to tell you what I think?" she asked. I kinda didn’t. "I think you’re about 11. For now, anyway." I looked at the smiling faces of Mary Kate and Ashley. They seemed like big girls to me. "Come on, lets go upstairs. You can watch your movie with mommy." she said.

"But mommy..I mean Ally...I ...I mean, " I was getting sort of confused.

"You mean mommy," she said, kissing my cheek. "C’mon little guy, lets get you ready for bed. I got some jammies for you." she said, and I followed her upstairs. I went into the bathroom to do my business and pulled down my shorts to pee, and that was the biggest shock yet. I only had a little bit of hair, but that wasn’t the worst part. I screamed, and mommy rushed in. "What’s wrong sweetie," she said and looked at me standing there. She smiled, a little sadly. "I thought so. Lets get you ready for bed sugar." I followed her into her room, and she gently took off my shirt. "Look how sweet," she said. I had swollen nipples, and very tiny but unmistakable breasts. She pulled off my pants, and giggled. ’It’s just like that little movie we saw, remember sweetie? Remember, you thought this might happen, so I got you some stuff for you to be comfortable in." She helped me into a little white baby-doll nightie, with matching panties with little ruffled trim. She sat me on her lap. I felt myself shrink a little. "My little girl, I love you sweetheart," she said. By and by, we went to sleep.

At least when I got up the next day, I wasn’t any smaller, but I was still a 9 year old girl. Mommy took me shopping and I got some really cool stuff, I really started to like the clothes but still felt a little self conscious in the skirts. She calls me Pattie, which is short for Patricia. I am supposed to start 4th grade in the fall which I guess is ok. Whenever it rains and thunders, mommy lets me go online to the age progression sites, and I sit at the computer with my hands on the keyboard, and wait...and pray.

the end

 

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