Spring is Here

Chapter 1
Prologue

Chapter Description: An introduction, for the most part. The story is set rolling here. Brief, I know, but it's just the beginning.

Auth. Note: This story uses some Canadian times for school. In Canada (or at least where I live), there are two types of schools: elementary and secondary. Elementary is JK/SK (Junior kindergarten/Senior kindergarten, not sure if that’s in the US)-8, and secondary is 9-12. Secondary begins at 8:00, elementary at 9:00. Enjoy the story!

It was spring at last. The trees were getting their leaves back, and birds sang every morning. However, something altogether more sinister was being orchestrated. Spring was considered to be a time of purity, but it was about to be taken to another level.

16 year-old Stephanie woke up on a sunny April day. Everything seemed normal, but somehow she knew better. Her mother had been laughing with her weird friends again. Stephanie knew something was up. Her mother, Purity, was truly perfect. She never said a mean word to anyone, did everything to the best of her ability (usually perfectly), and the only punishment Stephanie ever received was a spanking. Her day usually consisted of cleaning up a house which was already incredible, then gabbing with her friends, Faith and Grace. But Stephanie had almost always hated her mother.

Naturally, Purity would have no problem finding a boyfriend. When she married her beau of 3 years, Tom, it was amazing at first. The house was clean, and the meals were delicious. But Purity’s lack of faults began to infuriate Tom. When Stephanie was 5, Tom left with all his things, saying she was “too **** perfect.” Stephanie, of course, realized that it was her mother’s fault that her beloved daddy had left, and resented it for the next 11 years. Little did Stephanie know, Purity had amazing power. Purity, Grace, and Faith were ?good witches,’ using strange powers to correct problems. And today, they were going to undergo the biggest attempt ever: working on their own family. Grace’s husband had been acting like a child, so her son would soon have a younger brother, aged 8. Faith would be taking care of her bothersome sister by turning her into a weak teenager. Purity, however, wouldn’t be changing the age of her target immediately. She was young enough as it was.

When Stephanie walked downstairs, her mother was seated at the table as usual. Also as usual, Stephanie greeted her mother with, “Morning, (expletive of her choice)-brain.” However, it was at this point the day deviated from the usual. Standing up, Purity said, “Stephanie Gwyneth Daniels! I’ve had quite enough of your bad attitude over the years! And now it’s time I did something about it. You see young lady, there’s a little something I’ve been hiding from you over the years. Stephanie... I have powers. Powers to change things. And it’s time your life reflected your babyish attitude!”

Stephanie had been staring at her mother in shock after ?I have powers,’ and now she was even more afraid. Her mother had always seemed to have some sort of aura of authority, but Stephanie had thought it was just some imperceptible ability parents had. Now it was even stronger than before. Coming closer to Stephanie, she said with authority, “Let’s start things off simply.” At a wave of her hand, Stephanie’s life was changed forever. Or... was it?

Stephanie felt no different, and nothing looked strange either. Smiling devilishly (how ironic), Purity led Stephanie to a full-length mirror. It was there that Stephanie saw the changes. Still grinning, Purity said, “Science tells us that when we look in a mirror, we see a younger version of ourselves. You know, the speed of light, particles, and such. However, in your case it’s just become much more of a change. This is how you’ll stay for the next little while.” Next to her mother in the mirror, Stephanie saw a girl no more than 13.

Although she had yet to realize it before, Stephanie had definitely changed. She was dramatically shorter, her 5’4 changed into 4’11, at the most. Her prized C-cup had been shrunk to little more than an AA, complete with training bra. She wore a pink tank top and camisole, along with a knee-length skirt. Her sexiest G-string, worn in preparation for a night with her boyfriend, had changed to the plain panties of a pre-teen. Immediately turning towards her mother, Stephanie screeched, “You filthy witch! You change me back now or I’ll have Social Services on your behind faster than you can say abuse!”

Before Stephanie could say or move at all, Purity snapped her fingers. Suddenly, Stephanie found herself bent over on Purity’s lap. Pulling down her skirt and panties, she said in a chiding tone, “This is why it’s so useful to have a young kid. Not only can you overpower them, but their clothes sure are easier to pull down!” Stephanie cringed, waiting for the inevitable slaps. She hadn’t been spanked since she was... well, about 13. However, Purity stopped just short of the first smack. Pulling off her daughter’s skirt and panties, she set her upright again, saying, “Maybe I’ll hold off on the whole punishment just yet. We still need some surprises! But for now, you’ll just wear that shirt of yours! Better yet...”

With yet another snap, the tank top was replaced with a very long plain white shirt that fell to her knees. Stephanie poked her arms through the new shirt, thankful for a long piece of clothing to hide her bare vagina. Everything had happened so fast. She still couldn’t wrap her head around everything. No more boyfriend, no more chest, still a virgin... at this age, she hadn’t even had her first period yet! She didn’t get that or much of a chest until high school. Wait a minute! School! Glancing at her now too-big watch, she noticed it was 8:00. Too late for her high school, but she was only 13... an elementary schooler!

Turning to her mother, she started to speak, but was headed off with “Wondering about school? Not to worry, you’ll be going. You’re enrolled in, well... every class, just different names! Your age might be flipping around a little, but don’t worry, reality will just have to keep up! For example, take a look at this!” Purity gestured towards a height chart that her mother always kept. At the moment, it was at 4’11, but at a snap of her fingers, the chart was at 2’1 and Stephanie was 3.

When she had returned to 13 again, Stephanie was still shaking about her mother’s power. She would... go to school.