Love & Regression

Chapter 1
COMPLETE STORY

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Chapter Description: Stephen is just your average 20-year-old who babysits his neighbor Emily, a 12-year-old with a crush on him. But when Stephen turns her down, how far will she go for a crush?

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Stephen is just your average 20-year-old college student. Still living with his mother, Stephen rises early every morning to go to class, and then at nights goes to his job at a local auto garage where he cleans and fixes up everyone cars. Then he returns home for dinner, and goes to bed, only to wake up and repeat the process. It is an average, normal man’s life, but he enjoys it all the same. To many, he is an exemplary young person, though he does not understand why. To him, he is only behaving as every person should. He is respectful, modestly intelligent, and hardworking. Though many believe he could be successful in any path he chooses, neither greatness nor success is his ambition. He wishes for only a quiet life. Even his physical appearance is average. Neither ugly nor beautiful, he is the epitome of ordinary. In, fact he does not standout in any particular way. He is so ordinary in fact, that if anyone were to pass him in the streets, his presence would go entirely unnoticed to them. There is only one note of special interest in regards to Stephen. On the weekends when he has no classes, he is a babysitter. And he always looks after one special girl in particular. Her name is Emily. She has lived next door to Stephen and his mother for as long as she can remember. And for long as she can remember, Stephen has been her babysitter. It is odd that a man should like to be a babysitter, but Stephen has always found the work very gratifying.

“I like kids,” he would say to anyone who asks him about it. “They’re very interesting if you listen.”

And listen to them he does. He treats not as children beneath him, but as adults equal to him. Some might say that he treats them like friends, and perhaps to him they are. He is playful, yet stern. And all the children he looks after find themselves looking forward to the nights when he comes over to watch over them while their parents are out! So in his spare time, Stephen looks after neighborhood and local children. But Emily is by far his favorite. She is 12, but very precocious. Stephen finds that he can talk more openly with her, even about subjects that he would have with some of his college friends. Movies, sports, even modern events are not banned subjects of conversation with Emily. He can act more his own age around her than any of the other kids, which makes looking after her easier and more fun. There is only one problem when it came to Emily.

She had a crush on Stephen.

He of course has noticed this. Emily has not exactly been very subtle with her feelings, though in her pre-teen mind she believes she has been. Often when they have been only, she has snuggled up close to him on the couch, or even given him small pecks on the cheek to say goodbye. Sometimes, when he sometimes takes her out to have fun, she insists on holding his hand to “keep from getting separated,” though Stephen notices she always blushes when they do. But she never confronts him directly. There have been times when it appears she was about to do so, but before she could find the words, embarrassment would overtake her, and she would rush from the room blushing so strongly you’d think she had a fever. So Stephen has feigned ignorance for her sake. Let her have her child’s crush. She’ll grow out of it. And he certainly does not wish to be the one to break her young heart. That was however before one Sunday night.

It started just like another average Sunday. Emily’s parents were going out for a late night together, and Stephen was paid to come over and watch her. Stephen ordered them a pizza, they played board games, and were in the middle of watching a movie when Emily spoke.

“Stevie,” she said, using her nickname for him, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing,” Stephen said, turning to face her. She turn to him in kind, and Stephen noticed that while turned toward him, she seemed much more interested in watching her fingers inter-tangle with each other. Finally, she balled her hands up into little fist and look directly at him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked boldly. Stephen gave an internal sigh. He had a bad feeling about where this was going.

“No,” he answered, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Oh.” Emily averted her eyes, twiddling her fingers together. Stephen noticed a small shade of blush spread across her cheeks. Even as Stephen watched her, he felt within himself the approach of her next words.

“Then,” she began, looking as if she was having an intense struggle to find words, “maybe…you and I…could be…”

He could’ve ended it there for her, and finish her sentence for her, but he thought it best to let her finish. For one, it would only truly be finished if she were able to get it out. And second, he didn’t wish to embarrass her further. So he patiently waited for her to get it out.

“Maybe I could…be…your girlfriend!”

She spoke these last words so quickly Stephen would have hardly heard them had he not been expecting them. Emily’s face blushed a brighter crimson and buried her face deep into her palms. Now the ball was in Stephen’s court. He thought quickly about how best to let Emily down as easily as possible. She was, after all, just a little girl, and this was nothing but a little girl’s crush. In truth, he felt sorry for her.

“Emily,” Stephen began consolingly, muting and movie and turning toward her. He took her hands into his own and made her face him. Her hands felt so small in his own. As he looked into her eyes, he saw the signs of a girl who would grow into a beautiful young woman someday. Her wave of blonde hair, her soft voice, all showed signs of a girl who would be exquisitely beautiful. It only made this part harder. “You know I think you’re a great kid. But you can’t be my girlfriend.”

“Why not?” Emily protested, looking directly at him. To her credit, she did not sound sad or pouty. In fact she sounded almost defiant, which took Stephen a little aback.

“Well, huh, you’re too young,” he explained, “You see, there are laws against that sort of thing.”

“I know about the laws,” Emily countered, still defiantly, “But I love you. And what do laws say about that?” Stephen sighed again, this time out loud. This was proving to be more difficult than he thought. And what was worse, Emily was unhelpfully eloquent in her arguments.

“You don’t love me,” Stephen began, trying to sound firm yet understanding, “You have a crush on me. They’re not the same thing.” At this, Emily threw her arms around his waist and hugged him with surprising strength for a girl her size. She had always been small for her age. She buried her face in his shirt, and as she did, Stephen could feel her trembling as she fought back tears.

“I love you. I really do. Why don’t you believe me?”

Stephen frowned. This was precisely what he was trying to avoid. But he had to admit, it was easier dealing with her if she at least acted her age. He took her by the shoulders, gently forced her off him, and lean as close as he could toward her face. He looked her directly in the eye, so close their noses almost touched.

“Emily, you’re a pretty, intelligent young girl. And when you get older, you’ll have boys fighting left and right to be with you. But you’re just too young for me. So I’m sorry, but I can’t be your boyfriend.”

Emily considered this a long moment. Stephen examined her, hoping she would not breakdown into tears. Yet her expression did not look disappointed. It looked oddly quizzical, as if trying to creatively solve a particularly difficult problem. When she returned his gaze, she spoke slowly and quietly.

“So…if we were closer to the same age, do you think we could be boyfriend and girlfriend?” Stephen had not expected that question, but it did make him feel a slight sense of relief. If she were asking this, then it meant she on some level understood and accepted his logic. So he smiled and answered her question honestly.

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t be able to…if you had been older that is,” Stephen added quickly. Now it was his turn to blush. If Emily had indeed been older, perhaps they could’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend. But as he had already stated, that was impossible. The rest of the night passed in relative normalcy. Emily did not bring up the subject again, and Stephen was more than willing to let the subject drop from their memories. Then, when Emily’s parents returned, Stephen said his goodbyes and accepted Emily’s usual hug goodbye. But this time, she also accompanied it with a kiss on his cheek. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear so quietly that only he could hear it.

“Just you wait,” she said giggling, and then ran to her room. Emily’s parents watched with a wide grin as their daughter ran to her room. Once they heard the door shut, they addressed Stephen.

“You know she’s very fond of you,” Emily’s mother said slyly.

“I’ve noticed,” Stephen added, whipping the cheek Emily had kissed. He hadn’t bothered to tell them what Emily had said to him, and personally, he didn’t think he would. That was intensely personal for her, and it wasn’t like it would lead to anything. Besides, it was between him and her, and as far as he knew, it had been settled. So he and her parents exchanged quick pleasantries before Stephen bid them good night and headed home. Once home, he changed into his nightclothes, watched a bit more TV before he was finally tired enough to go to bed. Climbing into his bed, he pulled the covers over himself, and almost instantly fell asleep.

* * *

Emily worked quickly and quietly in her room, preparing everything she would need to do what needed to be done. It was proving more difficult than she thought. First, she had to wait until she was certain her parents were fast asleep, and then she had to gather all the materials she needed without waking them up. And once all that was in place, the actual execution of her plan would prove even more difficult. But she had to risk it. It was for love.

She had loved Stephen since the moment he’d first babysat her. He was so strong, warm, and gentle. Certainly a grade above other boys her age. She firmly believed that if any woman had any brains, she’d pick and older, more mature man to fall in love with. And that she had. And tonight, she had worked up the courage to tell him about her feelings. It had not gone exactly as she had hoped, but all was not lost. He had feelings for her; she knew it now, even if he was too afraid to admit it himself. But that was only due to the age difference between them. But even there, she had found hope. He had told her that if she was older they could be boyfriend and girlfriend. And that was where she could do something about. Because despite how close they were, despite how much she loved him, despite that they were always open with each other, Emily had kept one secret from Stephen.

She was a witch.

A witch whose powers were untested, but a witch nonetheless. Both her parents were gifted in magic as well. In fact, there were several magicians out there. And much like the world of Harry Potter, they kept themselves secret from the normal humans until certain they could handle their presence. And Emily was not above using her magic so that she and Stephen could be together. Unfortunately there was no spell to make herself older. But that wasn’t the only option. They could date if she was older…or if he was younger! And there was a spell for that. Stephen would not like it at first, but she was certain he’d forgive her. But she had to be careful. This spell was far beyond anything she had tried before. And if she failed, she didn’t know what consequences it might have. Not to mention she’d be in trouble with her parents and the Wizard Council.

So she worked as carefully as she could, making sure everything was as detailed in her mother’s spell book that she had taken from the library. Finally, everything was in place, and all that was required was the spell. Inside her room, she had created a small circle with string, embedded with the magical symbol for age in the middle, stretching to both sides of the circle. And in the middle of the circle was a personal object of Stephen’s, a hat he had given her because she had liked it so much. The circle had to be to exact specifications, down to size and shape. Now she had to chant the words, but it was more than just speaking them. In her mind, she had to imagine a younger Stephen, all the while walking around and circle at an exact pace so that she would complete her walk around it just as the chant was ending. If she messed up in even the slightest…well she didn’t want to think about that. Emily took in a deep breath, cleared her mind, and began. Although she spoke in a long dead language, her words were simple.

Oh powers that govern this world, I call upon the forces of life to come grant my wish.

Manipulate and change the world around me to suit my desires.

Reach out your hand and touch the boy Stephen Walker.

Grant him your gift of renewal, so that he may experience longevity.

Turn his clock backwards.

I beseech you to grant me my desired reality. For love!

This is my humble wish.

So now I call upon you to lend me your powers.

I am your vessel and your servant.

She finished the chant just as she completed the circle. A huge bead of sweat dripped down her face, and she realized how exhausted she felt. At first, nothing happened. Then the circle began to glow a bright blue. Then, the lights shot up into the air, encompassing everything around. Finally, as the light engulfed her, the world and everything in it went black.

* * *

When Stephen woke up the next morning, he instantly felt like something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it at first, but he knew something was up. At first, he paid it no real mind. Stephen had never been much of a morning person. Yet as he tried to go back to sleep, the feeling still persisted. Finally, he concluded that he must be feeling some kind of sickness and decided he would sleep-in today. Perhaps that would make him feel better. Suddenly…

“Stephen! Wake up,” came the shrill call of his mother from behind his closed door, “You’re going to be late.”

Late, Stephen thought, Late for what? Then his mother burst through the door and came to stand directly beside his bed.

“I said get up! It’s time for school and you’re going to be late.” Stephen was taken aback by this statement. His mother should’ve known he had no classes scheduled today. And she hadn’t pestered him about being late for class since high school.

“I don’t have any classes today,” he told her, turning over in his bed. He heard his mother give a loud snort.

“Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that to get out of going to school.” He felt her reach down and grasp his blankets. “Now…get up!” With one big pull, she ripped his covers off of him, leaving him exposed in his pajamas. Stephen rose in irritation, but before he could speak, he noticed something. As he looked around his room, he noticed it was not the same room he went to sleep in the previous night. Where his room was clean and simple, this one was messy and decorated elaborately with posters of girls in bikinis, sports cars, and athletes. Stephen was struck mute by the difference he saw.

What?

“What the hell are you wearing?” his mother exclaimed. Stephen was brought back to the moment by his mother’s question. He looked down to examine her protest. He saw, with relief, that he was wearing what he had put on the previous night. But now, where last night it had fit him perfectly, his nightclothes now looked to be several sizes too large for him. His pants hung loosely to his waist and legs, while his arms were lost in their sleeves. And even one shoulder could be seen through the neck.

What the hell?

“I don’t know where you got those, but they’re way too big for you. Give them to me and I’ll see if I can shrink them in the wash. Anyway, get ready or you’ll be late for school.” With that, his mother left the room, shutting the door behind her. Stephen didn’t move for several moments. He sat in his bed, looking at his body, then looking at the room around him.

“This has to be a dream,” he told himself. Although he had to admit, if it was a dream, it was a very weird one. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up, holding onto the waist of his pants to keep them up. He walked around his room, examining all the differences. Yet despite the new changes, the room held a sense of familiarity. He more he paced his room, the more familiar it became. Until finally, when looking at one particular poster he remembered.

This was how his room looked when he was a sixteen. But how was that possible. He looked toward the calendar. Strangely, the calendar clearly read it was Monday. So yesterday had indeed been Sunday. He then checked the year and it was still the same year Stephen was used to. So he had not traveled back in time…or at least not completely. Then, disrobing, Stephen examined his naked form in his full body mirror. Gone was the figure of a college man. In its place was the skinny form of a teenage boy. His muscle had greatly diminished, his height severely shorter, and his penis much smaller than it had been yesterday. Even the pubic hair that surrounded his crotch had grown thinner. It was indeed the same body he had had when he was sixteen. Stephen’s brain rattled to try and make sense of things. While the date and year had stayed the same, Stephen’s body and reality had apparently time traveled back a few years. But how was that possible?

“Stephen!”

His mother’s call from downstairs dragged him back out of his thoughts. He quickly dressed himself, only to find all his old clothes had vanished for ones that fit properly to his new body. This at least was a small comfort. He played along with the day as it progressed, listening to his mother while she chatted during breakfast, only half-listening. Truthfully, he was still trying to figure out what was going on. Then, she abruptly rushed him out the door, telling him to wait for the bus to pick him up. Stephen did not bother arguing about being allowed to drive (something he and his mothered bickered about frequently during those times) and did as he was told. In truth, he didn’t think he could drive even if allowed. His mind was too preoccupied.

“What’s going on?” he asked himself as he approached the bus stop, which somehow he inherently knew. There he waited, going through several different scenarios in his head. He retraced the previous days events, wondering if there might be a clue.

“Let’s see,” he whispered to himself, “I went to class…I ate lunch…”

Could it have been something he ate. He doubted it. He’d never heard of food doing this to anyone else before. And if it did, it would be the most unusual case of indigestion he’d ever heard of. He continued retracing his steps.

“Then I went home…relaxed…went to Emily’s…”

Then it hit him. Emily! He remembered the talk they had about being her boyfriend and how he had denied her. But that idea seemed just as farfetched as any others he could come up with. Yet somehow it was the only one in his head that made any sense. It certainly was the only one that gave an understandable motive for these new surroundings. But did this change alter her too? Would she remember things as they were, or was her mind rewritten like his mother’s? He couldn’t say. But he did know it was the only lead he had. He was prepared to run for her home when he saw the bus turn a street corner and approach. Making the decision that he didn’t know how long this new reality would last; it was probably best to play along to avoid an unwanted attention. So when the bus pulled up to a halt in front of him and it’s yellow doors opened, Stephen begrudgingly climbed on.

As he climbed on, he was worried about where to sit. If he had friends on this bus, surely he would sit with them, and not doing so would be suspicious. Thankfully, a boy of about his age was waving at him from a seat in the very back of the bus. Stephen took the cue and went down to sit with the boy.

“Morning Stevie,” said the boy. Stephen looked at him. He was a boy with thin brown hair combed backward, a rather large nose, glasses framing his face, and the small workings of facial hair making their way onto his chin. Stephen noted that he had never met a boy like this in his life.

“Hey man,” Stephen said casually, hoping it would be odd that he had not referred to the boy by name.

“Did you catch that show I told you about last night,” the boy asked excitedly.

“No,” Stephen replied simply. The boy then gave an exclamation of distress and proceeded to tell him the whole way to the school about the show. Something about a reality show where contestant tried to solve fake crimes, like a Sherlock Holmes kind of thing. Stephen was thankful for his lack of needing to respond other than the occasional question and show of interest here or there. As they pulled up to the school, Stephen recognized it as the high school he had indeed attended years ago. And it looked exactly as it did today, with all the new additions they had added since his graduation. This only served to confused Stephen even more.

As they departed, the boy lead Stephen to a branch of the school hallway where Stephen saw a group of students huddled together, hanging out before opening class. Stephen took this to be his group of “friends” as they waved at him and the boy as they approached.

“Hey Stevie! Hey Charlie,” said another boy with long, dirty blonde hair that ran to his shoulders.

Charlie, Stephen thought, That’s his name. Stephen made a point to quickly commit it to memory. Once in the circle, the group began openly discussing several different topics. But Stephen remained quiet as ever, still trying to make sense of everything. What could have Emily done to do this? Did she make a wish on a star or something? She was a girl and young girls did tend to believe in that sorta thing. But he didn’t believe any of it was true. Then again, after this morning, Stephen was in a position to believe anything.

“You’re awfully quiet this morning,” said a girl within the group circle. Stephen looked up and saw a few eyes dart toward him. This was exactly what he didn’t want, so he quickly tried to divert attention from this fact.

“Oh, I’m just tired. Had a…weird dream,” he told them.

“What kind of dream?” another asked him. Stephen was getting nervous now. He wasn’t good at making up stories on his feet.

“Uhhh…something stupid. I don’t really remember it.” But then, Stephen was struck with an idea. “Hey, did you guys experience…I don’t know…anything weird yesterday.”

“Weird how?” Charlie asked.

“Anything. I just had a real bad sense of…I don’t know, did you guys just feel weird yesterday?” They all looked at each other, then back to Stephen.

“You looked fine to us yesterday,” said the blonde boy.

“I did? What did we do yesterday?” Stephen asked. He was afraid he might be pushing things too far, but he didn’t know how else to get information that he desperately needed.

“Well we just hung out at my place more most of the day till about dinner, then you went home. That was it,” Charlie had explained. Now they all looked genuinely worried.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” asked a girl. Stephen put on his best smile and waved this off.

“I’m fine. Just a weird night of sleep is all.”

Thankfully the warning bell rang at that exact moment, because none of his “friends” looked as if they believed him, and he was keen on getting grilled further for why he was acting so out of place. But now at least Stephen had something else to work on. So he had a renewed history in this world too. He hadn’t hung out with any of his friends yesterday, and he certainly didn’t have any friends named Charlie. Stephen waited till his friends left for their own classes, and then rushed for the gym locker rooms. If his school stuck to its old schedule, then gym classes wouldn’t be held until after lunch, which would give him plenty of time to think of his next move, and he seriously doubted the teachers would accept that he had grown younger over night as an acceptable excuse for skipping. Maneuvering carefully to avoid the staff, Stephen eventually found himself in the locker rooms, which looked the same as they did back in his days here.

Stephen then set himself on one of the benches, took in a deep sigh, and began to think. His best plan was to get to Emily’s and ask her about this and see if she knew anything about this. If she did, then she might be able to help. If not…well that was a scenario Stephen didn’t want to consider at this junction. He’d hide here a few hours, then rush to Emily’s home. If she weren’t there, then he’d wait for her to return home.

Suddenly, Stephen felt a small tickling sensation run throughout his body. It felt like that feeling when your foot falls asleep, only this went up and down his entire body. Stephen stood up, worried about what he was feeling. He knew it wasn’t a normal feeling. Then the room appeared to grow larger. Stephen looked around, the walls, the lockers, and the benches all seemed to grow and encroach upon him. Then, he felt the clothes that were so fitting a few hours ago begin to become loose; his arms began to roll up into his sleeves until they had vanished from view, much like his arms in his pajamas this morning. His feet shrank within his shoes until he was able to step out of them. Worse of all, his pants were not too large for him, and he watched as the slowly slide down his waist, thighs, until the fell completely to his ankles. Then, his tighty-whities, with their elastic waistband, began to follow. He watched in mingled horror and disappointment as the pubic hair around his crotch began to withdraw into his skin, leaving him thinner and thinner until he was bald down there. But the tickling sensation between his legs only increased. Unable to draw his eyes away, he continued to watch as his penis shrink, getting smaller and thinner. It was like watching a balloon deflate as air slowly leaked out of it.

“Stop,” he cried out in his now higher pitched voice, but none of it stopped. He grew shorter and shorter, and his penis smaller and smaller. “Stop!” Finally, the process stopped. He examined his now new body. His shirt was now so big on him it looked more like a dress, covering him from ankle to neck. He ran to a mirror in the locker room and saw looking back at him the image of a boy no older than ten. Stephen had always been short during his younger years, and it wasn’t until puberty that he began to really grow. And from the looks of things, he would be hitting puberty for another four years. Stephen could feel tears welling up inside of him, but he fought them back. He was determined to remain at least mentally his real age.

He heard whistling coming toward him, and turned to see if anyone was with him. Thankfully, he was still alone…but not for long. Not bothering to think about who might be joining him, or to gather up his clothes, Stephen tried to run, but only managed to trip on his shirt. Deciding it was best to leave it, Stephen pulled the shirt off of him, leaving him totally naked. He climbed into a locker and shut the door just as an old man pushing a mop bucket turn the corner. Instantly, the old man saw the clothes laying on the ground. He gave a gruff snort of distaste.

“Damn kids,” he said as he bent down to pick them up. He balled them up into a sphere and put them under his arm, muttering curses as he walked out. Stephen’s heart was beating very fast. With the janitor carrying off his clothes, he now he had nothing to cover himself. Even if they were too big, he was hoping to keep his modesty at least. Now that was impossible. He cursed himself for panicking and not picking up at least his underwear. But he had no time to think about it now. He had to get out before the janitor returned or he’d surely catch him. Opening the locker, Stephen ran out, his limp penis bouncing and smacking his legs as he ran. He ran for the other opposing locker room, but instantly regretted his actions. In his quest for a hiding spot, he had forgotten that gym classes were separated between boys and girls. And the girl’s gym class was always in the morning.

Greeting him was a sight that, as a teenager, he would’ve given anything to see. A group of girls were bunched together, all in different manners of undress. While some were just in the process of undressing, others were already in their bras and panties. There were even a few who had their breast exposed as they switched into sports bras. Stephen stood there motionless in shock and fear. The girls had easily noticed him, but instead of being horrified, they smiled at him.

“Awwwww! Look at the little boy,” a particularly cute blonde said.

“And he’s all naked too,” giggled a red head from nearby.

Stephen could feel the blush rising in his face as the girls looked upon his naked body. Then, quite suddenly, he felt a small tingling between his legs. He looked down in humiliation to see his small penis slowly becoming erect. The gaggle of girls let out a new wave of giggling at this sight.

“Oh dear! Looks like someone’s a little pervert,” said the blonde from before.

“His erection is so cute.”

“It’s still so tiny.”

At this, Stephen could take it no more. Finally regaining his feet, Stephen ran out the locker room and toward the hallway. His mind was so distraught and humiliated that his original plan had gone out the door and all logic with it. He didn’t care about the people (teachers, students, and staff) gawking at the little naked boy running through the halls with an erection. All he cared about was getting out of this place. Finally he reached the door, and using all the strength his 10-year-old body could muster, managed to open the doors. He ran immediately for the woods behind the school, and was quickly disguised by the brush. But still he ran, hoping to lose any possible pursuers. When he was sure he was safe, he stopped to catch his breathe. He was a good distance in the woods, but still close enough to see the school’s outline. Nobody was following him, but now he had a bigger problem. He was still naked, only now he was outside in public. And he still had to get to Emily’s house. How was he supposed to get there without being seen?

Stephen was about to start crying when he noticed he was still maintaining his erection. Only when he noticed this did the memory of the girls come back to his mind. Their shapely bodies, their sexy underwear, their firm breasts. His heart was racing again as he imagined their beautiful forms in his mind. He tried to shake the images away. He had more important things to worry about. But try as he might, the image were clear in his memory. He remembered how early his mind had reached puberty, despite his body’s slow uptake. Even at 10 he had been sneaking girl’s underwear magazines into his room for certain “purposes.” Suddenly, he felt moved by a massive urge. Finding a bush, Stephen snuck behind it just in case someone still came looking for him. Once there, he made himself comfortable. Grasping his firm penis, he gently moved his hand up and down the shaft. As he started masturbating, he felt shivers run all over his body that felt like tiny pricks on electricity.

“Oh my,” he whispered to himself. He had never felt this good in a long time. He began masturbating faster, keeping the image of the girls in his consciousness. Every now and then, he imagined them looking at his naked body, giggling, telling him how cute he was. Faster and faster he pulled on his penis. He couldn’t believe himself. Here he was, stuck in a boy’s body, and he was spending time he should’ve been devoting to find a solution to masturbating! But he couldn’t help himself. Finally, Stephen reached his climax, and gave a soft moan as he had his orgasm. But sadly, no sperm came out. Stephen was breathing deeply as he look down. He had been unable to produce anything other than the transparent pre-cum that predated puberty. At this, Stephen gave a sniffle of sadness. He could not hold back any longer, and he finally let himself have a quick cry.

“I really am just a little boy.”

But quickly he steeled himself against his emotions. This was no time to turn into a crybaby. And at the very least, he had now lost his erection. He gave a sigh of relief as he watched his penis go limp again. It would make traveling much easier and less embarrassing. But that still left him with the problem of being naked. Certainly he wouldn’t be able to travel all the way to Emily’s house without being seen. He’d been exceedingly lucky that apparently nobody in the school had called the police. He doubted he’d be so lucky a second time. So he walked through the woods, careful to walk a path easy on his bare feet. Then, as he walked behind a tiny strip mall in front of the closest street near his and Emily’s house, he saw what could be his salvation. A truck was in the middle of unloading the newest shipment of material. And there, being left unattended by the truck was a small shipment of Pampers Pull-Up Training Pants. He grimaced. It wasn’t ideal, but at least it would cover him. He looked around trying to find an alternative, but none was forthcoming. It looked like he had no other choice. It was either this or go naked. Waiting until the coast was clear, Stephen ran up and picked up the first small shipment he could carry and ran back into the woods.

Once there, he fell to the ground, panting. As he slowly regained his breathe, he noticed that he had grabbed the wrong one. He had intended to grab the Pull-Ups for boys, but had instead grabbed the one for girls. He was readying himself to go back before a man in a uniform came and gathered the rest, taking them inside, not seeming to notice he was down a single package. Stephen waited, but soon the man was finished, got into his truck, and drove off. Now Stephen really did have no choice. He ripped open the package and pulled out a single pair of Pull-Ups and examined them. They were a very bright pink (a color he still hated) and the front was covered with an image of Disney’s Cinderella. And underneath her were flowers that would disappear in the wearer were to wet themselves.

“Oh man,” Stephen groaned. Begrudgingly, Stephen placed one foot into one of the leg holes, then the other. Then he pulled up the diaper until it covered him. He hated the soft cushion feeling of it and how well his small penis fit snuggly into it. Most of all, he hated that he was wearing a training diaper that was intended for girls. If there were a mirror, he’d guess he looked ridiculous. But at the very least he was covered and that lifted a small weight off his shoulders.

Walking to the road, still hoping nobody would see the little boy wearing girls Pull-Ups, looked both ways, and when both sides were clear, ran as fast he could across the street and into the suburban road. Once safely on the other side, he immediately began traversing his way through people’s backyards, hoping it might offer him some concealment. To his great fortune, nobody seemed to notice him as he finally arrived at Emily’s house. He stood in her backyard, breathing heavily, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He should be safe for a while now. His only concern now was finding a way inside. Emily’s parents were sure to be at work and to have locked the doors. Maybe there was a window he could sneak through. He was about to walk around the side of the house to gauge that option when he caught eye of a small flap of black rubber in their back door.

A cat entrance.

Stephen has almost forgotten that they had a pet cat, and this door was how the animal came in and out of the house at its leisure. That would be the easiest way to enter the house he decided. Now to see if he could fit through the door. Thankfully, he’d always been skinny as a boy, so he figured he could crawl easily through the flap if he was careful. Sure enough, as he stuck his head through the flap and cautiously moved his torso into the kitchen, he smoothly entered the house…until he felt a small tug on his lower half. He gazed backwards and saw the Pull-Ups his was wearing were snagging on the door. He tried to snuggle he was through, but not matter what he did, his Pull-Ups kept being pulled off his bottom. Finally, growing frustrated, he tugged his lower half into the house…ripping his Pull-Ups down one side.

“Oh man,” he said, examining the damage. Now he was back to being naked. He disposed of the diaper into one of the kitchen’s garbage bins, and then examined his surroundings. As he did, he started to realize the fault in his original plan. Here he was, in Emily’s house as he intended, but now he remembered that Emily would certainly be in school right about now, just as he had been. What could he do now? Wait in her house with nothing to cover his innocent boyhood as it dangled between his hairless legs? What if her parents found him first? And there wasn’t even a guarantee that Emily would recognize him, let alone know what happened to him. He was now so overwhelmed he felt like crying. He was starting to feel the tears swarm his eyes when something caused him to jump.

“Stephen?”

He jumped at the sound of his own name, and turned to see who had called him, forgetting for the moment that he was naked. Standing at the foyer to the kitchen stood a dumbstruck looking Emily.

“E-Emily?” Stephen said back to her. For a long moment the two just starred in silence at one another. Then, a huge smile that threatened to break Emily’s face in two broke out across her cheeks.

“It work! It worked,” she said as she jumped up and down, throwing her tiny fist into the air. Then she suddenly ran toward Stephen, throwing her arms around him into a tight embrace. Stephen was utterly flabbergasted. As Emily held him, Stephen noticed how much bigger Emily now appeared to be, but he quickly shook that from his mind. He had more important things to worry about. Putting his arms on her shoulders, Stephen forced her off him and looked her dead in the eye.

“Emily…do you know who I am?” he asked as sternly as his 10-year-old voice would allow. Emily just smirked at him.

“Of course I do silly,” Emily answered in a giggle. Stephen didn’t know if this was good or bad news, but at least it was a place to start.

“Do you know what’s happened to me?” he asked more sternly. At this, Emily stopped to consider her answer before giving it to him.

“Yes,” she said casually. Stephen felt a surge of several different emotions. Anger, relief, confusion all rained down on him like a torrent, and he didn’t know which one he felt stronger.

“Emily! How could you do this to me?” he asked. Emily did not answer him at first. Instead, she smirked at him as she gazed at him up and down. As Stephen followed her gazing, he only then remembered that he was naked. Stunned for a minute as she gawked at his penis, Stephen quickly ran both hands over himself. Stephen shut his eyes and desperately tried to think of anything that might halt the coming erection he felt. Thankfully, he was able to stop himself.

“OOOOoooooooh,” Emily said slyly, sounding surprisingly sexy for a girl so young. “What’s happening down there?” Her words threatened to bring Stephen back to attention, and he had to fight to keep his little soldier down. It was one thing to be seen with an erection in front of a bunch of high school girls. He was determined not to have it happen here. Stephen fought back the sensation, then fixed Emily with his most intense look.

“Emily, tell me exactly what happened!”

Over the next several minutes, Emily explained that she and her family were learned in magic, and that she had used the magic to make Stephen younger. She also explained that her magic had altered reality to make sure whatever age he ended up with was the age he was supposed to have in the eyes of others. Only he and she were immune to the changes in reality. Well…at least partly immune.

“Emily,” Stephen began after she had finished, “Why would you do that?” At this question, Emily looked almost hurt.

“What do you mean?” she asked, a little worried now, “You said if we were closer in age we could be boyfriend and girlfriend.” Stephen gave a mental groan. So that was this was about? Emily had made him younger all over a silly crush?! Stephen didn’t know what amazed him more; the fact that magic did indeed exist, or that Emily would go this far just for a crush. When Stephen spoke again, he said his words as calmly as possible so as not to upset Emily.

“Look,” he started, “Emily, I’m flattered you like me so much. And I like you. But–”

“But what?!” Emily interrupted, “You said you liked me! You do love me don’t you?”

“I do like you Emily. But like is not the same as love. You have to understand that. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to change me back.” There was another long silence between them. Then, Emily broke out into tears. She buried her face in her palms and sobbed, as Stephen had never seen her sob before. If it weren’t for the fact that his hands were the only things keeping him even remotely modest, he’d have placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. So she’d have to make due with just his words.

“Please don’t cry Emily. It’s not you, it’s just…I don’t belong this way.” Emily looked up from her palms into Stephen’s face, her eyes raw with sadness. The look only made Stephen feel more guilty for breaking her young heart.

“Why?” Emily asked, “Why don’t you belong this way.” Stephen was getting irritated now, but still remained calm.

“Because I’m not 10 Emily! I’m 20-years-old!”

“Does being 10 again sound really that bad?”

Stephen opened his mouth to argue her question, but found that the words became lost in his throat. He thought about her question for a moment. Slowly he came to realize that, in actuality, the prospect wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Sure it wasn’t normal, but given the fact that magic was involved, things could’ve been much worse.

“Well…no but–”

“Then why do you want to change back so badly?” Emily was now on her feet, looking at Stephen intently. Stephen felt so helpless as he stood there naked under her gaze. But more importantly, he felt helpless cause he could no longer think of a satisfying answer. In fact, the prospect of getting a second childhood was starting to sound fun. He’d always had wonderful memories of his childhood, and sometimes wished to return to those innocent, simpler days. Now it seemed he had gotten his wish, albeit in a very humiliating fashion. And then there was Emily. As he looked at her, he began to see her in a totally new light. Her long hair, her youthful face, her great spirit, her fun attitude all seem different somehow. Stephen could not understand. Was this due to his regression…or something else? Either way, he could feel the blush rising in his face, and his heart beating faster as she continued to lock her eyes with his. And in a moment of complete surrender to his growing emotions, Stephen let his hands fall away from his crotch, completing exposing himself to her. Neither one of them seemed to notice.

“It’s just this seems so weird,” he said, looking away from her, “I’ve been an adult for so long. I don’t know how I’ll be able to adjust being a kid again.” Emily walked up to him and took one of his free hands and held it in hers.

“I’ll help you,” she said gently to him. Now both of them blushed furiously as they gazed into each other’s faces. No words were spoken. There was no need for words. After many seconds, or perhaps it was several minutes, Stephen leaned forward and gave Emily a small, child-like peck on the lips, then quickly turned away, his face now so flushed it looked like a rip tomato. Stephen had no idea were the impulse to kiss her had come from, but he did know that, looking back at her out of the corner of his eyes, he did not regret it one bit.

“So is that a yes?” Emily asked. Fiddling with his fingers, Stephen weighed his options quietly in his head. He came to his decision quickly, and to him, it was a surprisingly easy answer.

“Yes,” he said. Emily’s joy could not have been more apparent. She flung her arms around him in another bone shattering hug, only this time Stephen returned her embrace. As they held each other, Stephen thought to himself that this wasn’t so bad. So he gave himself over to his new life. And in his heart, he looked forward to the new future he had been given. But more than anything, he was looking forward to having Emily see it with him.

“Now,” she said after breaking off their hug, “Let’s find you some clothes.”

* * *

In the end, it turned out to be surprisingly easy for Stephen to adjust to being a kid again. By the second week, he knew the names of all his new friends, was completely readjusted to his new schedule, including school, and was aware of all the changes in reality Emily’s magic had caused. The only difference was now, instead of being Emily’s neighbor and babysitter, he was now her neighbor and friend. They kept their love a secret, though to their parents it was obvious. They would all smile happily whenever they would see the two of them together, outside in the yards playing with each other. But their parents feigned ignorance. A love like this, so pure and innocent, deserved respect, and they would respect their children’s wish to keep in private.

And from that day forward, Emily and Stephen were hardly ever apart. They did everything together. Played, schoolwork, and everything they did, no matter how small, was precious to them. Because it was a memory they shared. And together they knew, as they looked toward tomorrow, there would be even more wonderful memories they would share.

THE END

 

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