Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 13
Torment From an Older Sister

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (13/16): Torment From an Older Sister

From my bedroom I could hear them just down the hall chatting and giggling about this and that. I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying but just the tone of Candy’s voice drove me crazy. She was my sister’s best friend and I had a wicked crush on her. Unfortunately, like my sister, she was sixteen and way out of my league. Being thirteen years old put me just a step above not existing in her eyes, and my sister only made things worse.

Diane and me had been rivals for as long as I could remember. During the early years the fight had been a simple one. I’d cry and get her in trouble for something she didn’t do, she’d punch me in the arm when Mom wasn’t looking. Simple childhood fun. But now that we were older she had a much more powerful weapon to use against me. It had soon become obvious to Diane that I had a crush on Candy and ever since she had done everything in her power to humiliate me in front of her. Mainly it had been restricted to comments about me still being just a little boy and such, but one time when I had worn jogging pants she had gone so far as to pants me in front of her. Needless to say, I’ve stuck strictly to jeans with a tight fitting belt ever since.

It was around eight o’clock PM on a Friday. Candy and two more of my sister’s friends were spending the night. My Mom worked the night shift and my Dad had left us several years ago. From the amount of noise they were making I gathered the girls were enjoying their freedom. Laughing, talking about boys, having pillow fights. I could only wish I was joining them. But I had to be realistic and make do with what I could get. Already I had gotten five glasses of water, and made four trips to the bathroom... Of course both locations had required me to walk past the living room where the girls were camped out. My sister had already made several loud comments about my constant appearances, but even though I felt like an ass, I just couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at the girls who had already changed into their nighties.

As I was passing by for the tenth time in two hours, I saw my sister smile at me. "Why don’t you come in and hang out with us for a little while Ronald?" She said with mock sweetness.

I knew it was some sort of trick that would inevitably lead to my embarrassment but I just couldn’t turn that offer down. So with a large, dumb, nervous smile on my face I entered the forbidden territory.

Before I knew it I was sitting on the couch between two beautiful girls, one of which was Candy. I was too nervous to say anything so I just sat there stiffly and nodded and smiled whenever one of them would speak. Even though I was terrified the few minutes I sat there was my own personal idea of heaven, I just wished it would never have to end.

When I saw my sister shuffling through her sleeping bag I knew my wish would never come to pass. This was it. She had been concealing something in there, and now I was going to have to pay the admission fee. I couldn’t imagine what she might have in there. Maybe a bottle of water to squirt me with, or some nude pictures of me when I was a baby? I decided whatever it was it had been worth it.

I was wrong. She took me completely by surprise when she spun around and pointed a small looking device that looked similar to a remote control. I recognized it instantly. My dad had invented it several years back. It had the ability to make certain changes to the human body. Changes such as making a person younger. When he had given us a demonstration by making himself fifteen again my Mom quickly overpowered him and took the device away. She then proceeded to burn all his notes and claimed she had destroyed the machine, saying such power was not supposed to be in the hands of mortals.

My Dad had hung around for about a year, unable to revert back to his normal age. But as his attempts to duplicate the machine continued to fail his resentment towards my mother continued to grow. He left shortly after he turned sixteen and we never saw him or heard about his amazing device again. That is until now.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, unable to hide the fear in my voice.

"I guess Mom never really destroyed it. All that righteous talk and in the end she just wanted the power for herself. Too bad she wasn’t more careful, I found it while going through her closet."

"That’s great Diane. That really is. I’m glad you found it...you can probably use it to live forever and all kinds of neat stuff like that. But will you quit pointing that thing at me? It might accidentally go off!"

"Oh, when it goes off it won’t be an accident." She said with an evil grin.

"I think we should make him a five year old!" One of her friends said with a giggle.

"No we can do better than that. Lets put him back in diapers!" I blushed madly at the thought. I couldn’t believe Candy had said it!

"No...I have something even better." Diane said as she adjusted the dial that controlled age. She then flipped a switch that I didn’t recognize and pointed the device at me. As she pressed down on the activation button I tried to dodge out of the way but her aim met its mark and soon I was engulfed by a beam of yellow light.

I stood there for several long seconds looking down at myself but nothing seemed to be happening. As the light faded away I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it must not work anymore! It was then that the tingling started spreading throughout my body and I suddenly remembered that there was a slight delay before the changes started to take effect.

My clothes started to hang loosely on my body and I watched as the room seemed to grow all around me. So she had decided to regress me after all. But to what age? She had said she had a better idea than five and even infancy... This had led me to believe she was going to turn me into an old man or something but as I felt my pants and boxers fall limply around my ankles I knew that wasn’t the case.

Luckily my T-shirt managed to cover my private region, but as time passed it was also serving to bury me. The thing was hanging all the way down to my feet when the changes finally stopped...at six years old.

I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do as the girls laughed and bounced around with excitement. Something wasn’t right. Holding my hands up to my face they looked different somehow. And it wasn’t just that they were younger...but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. As I considered further I began running my fingers through my hair...my long strands of curly blonde hair. Oh no!

I watched the girls collapse into another series of giggles as they saw the stunned expression cross my face. In a panic I quickly pulled my T-shirt up and stared down between my legs. My fears were confirmed. My sister had just transformed me into a little girl!

"Don’t worry Ronald, you’ll grow some hair down there when you get older." I heard my sister say and suddenly I got very embarrassed.

I released my hold on the shirt and let it fall back down to cover up my bare under-region. "Please turn me back Diane. You can’t leave me like this!" My face was already red, but I think it got just a littler redder when I heard the young girlish tone of my own voice.

"Oh I think you’ll find that I can do just about anything I want from now on." She said confidently. "But before we get to that I think we had better get you a new outfit to wear. Cute little girls like you shouldn’t be running around in big boy clothes. It’s not proper."

They gave me a bubble bath and washed my hair with shampoo that smelled like wild flowers. Candy dried me off while Diane dried and brushed through my hair. Several times I was told to quit covering up. "It’s not like it’s something we haven’t seen before." They would say, though for some reason that didn’t make me feel better about things. When they finally threatened me with a spanking if I continued to attempt to keep my modesty intact I finally had to relent to their demands. I really didn’t want to suffer that humiliation on top of everything else. When they seemed satisfied that I was clean enough (it actually ended up taking two rounds in the bathtub to reach that point) they marched me down the hall naked as a jay-bird.

Of course they did not let me dress myself. We were all piled in Diane’s room while she went through several boxes of old clothes. They put me in several dresses, skirts, and even Diane’s old ballerina costume. But in the end they settled for a pair of Strawberry Shortcake undies and a pink nightie with lots of frills and ruffles.

When they had finished they set me in front of a full-sized mirror so that I might admire their work. At first it seemed like I was simply looking at a picture of somebody else, but as the movements of the image before me continued to mimic my own I had to start to accept that that cute little girl with naturally curly hair and dimples was me.

"Now I want you to go down in the living room and watch some TV like a good girl, okay Ronald?" Diane instructed after I had stared at the mirror for several minutes without saying a word. "We’ve invited a few of your friends from school to come over and see the new you...and while it is okay for little girls to be in their pajamas when boys are over, it is not okay for us big girls to do it."

The shock of the situation sent me walking down the stairs without argument. What could one say to something like this? There was no escape. And now my friends were on their way over. I didn’t want them to see me like this, but there was nothing I could do. It just seemed to get worse and worse.

Sitting on the couch I started squirming around, the soft silky material feeling so foreign to me. Meanwhile the lack of substance between my legs was driving me crazy. I pressed my thighs together and rubbed back and forth...but there was nothing to feel. Several times I crammed my hand down my panties and felt around down there...it was so weird! How did women ever get used to it? The girly smell that was now emitting from me was starting to sink into my brain. I started to feel like the little girl I now looked like. When images of me curling up on the couch and sucking my thumb started flooding my mind I knew I had to get my mind off the situation quickly!

My little hands lunged over and grasped the remote. Pointing it at the TV my thumb searched for the on switch, but it wasn’t where it was suppose to be. I thought it just felt unfamiliar because of my change in size so I took a closer look at it to get my bearings. Suddenly I stopped, and a large smile formed across my feminine face. It was my father’s invention. In her excitement, Diane had left it down here!

"Alright squirt, your friends should be here any minute so lets give you a quick lesson on how to act like a lady." My sister said as her and her friends came walking into the living room. All of them were now in regular clothes, my sister was wearing a skirt and a tank top.

"I don’t think so." This time it was my turn to smile in delight as all the girls froze in place. In my right hand I held the device, and none of them dared moved less I use it on them. Especially Diane, who happened to have the thing pointed directly at her.

"It’s alright Ronald. It was all just a joke. We weren’t really going to leave you like this. That’s why we left the machine down here where you could get your hands on it. So why don’t you go ahead and turn yourself back and we’ll order a pizza or something, okay?"

I had to admit, Diane sure was quick on her feet. "Nice try sis, but that’s not the way this is going to play out. You went too far this time."

Her innocent expression faded into anger. "Damn it Ronald, give me that thing back right now! I was the one who found it. It’s mine."

"You know, I think I’m tired of being the younger child. You’re the one who always gets to have all the fun and then you rub it in my face. But we’re going to change all that, from now on you are going to have to watch me do all the things you can no longer do on your own."

"I said give it to me!" Diane screamed, stomping her foot on the ground.

"And since you want to act like a spoiled toddler, you can be a spoiled toddler." I said with a smile as I set the dial to two years old and doused my sister in yellow light.

All her friends stepped away from her, fearful that they might be next. The light was already beginning to fade and soon the change would take place, but since the machine had a delayed effect, she had a few short moments to think about what was about to happen to her. I could tell by the expression on her face that she really hadn’t believed I had it in me to do anything to her. But now she held her shacking hands up in front of her face, just waiting for something to start happening. "W-what did you do to me?" She asked fearfully.

"I’m afraid it’s back to diapers and early bedtimes for you Diane." I answered, the delight in my voice was highly apparent.

"Nooooo!" She moaned. "Please Ronald! Don’t do this to me! Please!" But it was too late, the change had already grabbed a hold of her. When it was happening to me it had seemed to take longer...but watching it second-hand I saw how quickly the machine worked once it got started.

Diane’s once impressive pair of tits quickly sank away under the tank top as she grew shorter. Staring down at them she cried over and over "No no no no!" and as she did her voice grew higher in pitch until soon it sounded exactly like the shrill shrieks of a little girl being dragged from a toy store. With her feminine curves gone her skirt tumbled to the floor followed by her underwear. Her underdeveloped body parts were exposed only for a moment before the tank top became long enough to cover them.

Frightened, Diane kicked away the skirt, panties, and shoes that were restricting her movement and tried to get out the door. She wobbled on her legs that continued to shrink beneath her and nearly lost her balance several times, but she was very determined and somehow managed to make it into the kitchen before getting tangled up in her shirt and falling hard on her little behind.

We all looked in on her from the doorway as the two year old started to cry. A large yellow puddle began to form underneath her. When she felt the warm liquid soaking her backside and saw what she was doing she cried harder. And when she realized she couldn’t stop what she was doing, she cried even harder still.

I could tell all the other girls were now completely terrified. I knew they wanted to make a run for it but doubted they would be able to get out of my sights in time, and they were hesitant to make a grab for the device unless they were sure I intended to use it on them. If they could leave Diane behind as a toddler, and walk away from this still able to keep their pants dry, they certainly would do so.

Stepping into the kitchen I was greeted with pleas by my little sister between sobs. "Pwease change me back Wonald!"

I only laughed as I passed by her. Opening one of the drawers I pulled out a hammer and set it on the counter. The girls remained in the doorway, not wanting to enter the room where I would have a clear shot at them, but too scared to leave without my permission. Diane stayed seated on the floor in a puddle of her own piss that was now making her bum cold. Through her tears she noticed the tool I had produced and asked in a panicked voice "What are you dowing Wonald?!"

"What Mom should have done years ago. I’m turning myself back and then I’m going to destroy this thing."

"Nooo!" She cried, seeing her only chance to return to her normal age about to be destroyed...but I only ignored her, deciding that she really did deserve this fate. Maybe she would be nicer if she had to grow up being the little sister.

I turned the age dial up to thirteen and was about to blast myself when I had second thoughts. Why thirteen? I hadn’t enjoyed it so far...so why go back to it now. I might as well just skip over some of the awkwardness while I had the chance. Then maybe Candy would go out with me...since I was nice enough not to turn her into a baby after what she had helped do to me.

Nodding my head I set the dial to sixteen and then aimed the device at myself and fired. As the yellow light started to fade away I grabbed the hammer off the counter (I still had to stand on my tiptoes to reach it) and kneeled down on the ground.

Diane was screaming and trying to get over to me but she was still not use to her chubby little legs and found it a difficult journey. Especially when she slipped on the pee on the floor and fell back on her ass.

Placing the dreaded device on the ground I held the heavy hammer with my two small hands, raised it over my head, and with one quick blow smashed the thing into a million pieces. I heard Diane scream a final "Noooo!" just as I started to change.

I felt the little nightie start to get tighter as well as the panties underneath. Too late I realized it probably would have been more comfortable if I had removed them beforehand. Oh well, the damn things could be ripped apart as far as I was concerned. If I ever saw another piece of female clothing it would be too soon!

My eyes randomly wandered across the floor as I waited for the change to finish. Lazily they took in all the scattered wires and broken pieces of the machine. And then suddenly both my eyes and my heart froze in place as I stared at a small fragment of the device that was still intact. It was the switch my sister had flipped when she had originally transformed me. I didn’t know what it was for, and had thus forgotten completely about it. But now the knowledge cruelly hit me. It had only two options "Male." And "Female." The switch was still set to female. Oh God, what had I done?!

My eyes darted down at my still changing body. I had already gained quite a bit of height and now my nightie no longer covered my long sexy legs. My panties were straining to contain my round pert bottom as my hips widened into sexy curves. The nightie now fell only to my waist and I could see that my boobs were now pressing firmly against the pink material. Finally the undies could contain no more, there was a ripping sound and I watched as the discarded cotton fluttered to the floor. My eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets as I stared down at my maturing female genitalia complete with pubic hair...but that sight was soon blocked out as my large bosoms finally managed to rip free and pop into plain view.

I stood there naked staring dumbly down at myself, too shocked to move. I was a sixteen year old wet dream! My eyes fell to the floor at the scattered parts and I realized that it looked like I was stuck that way.

The girls had stepped out of the doorway and into the kitchen, no longer fearful of what I might do to them. They had already started giggling again.

"Well it looks like you’ve gotten your wish after all Ronald." Candy said with a smirk. "You’re now going to spend lots of time with us sixteen year old girls."

One of the other girls picked up Diane who was still sobbing when the doorbell rang.

"Oh that must be your friends. I’d completely forgotten about them." Candy said as she looked towards the door. "You’d better run and get into some of your sister’s clothes. You wouldn’t want a boy to see you naked. It’s just not proper." And with that, Candy smiled.