A New Child - Ch. 1 tg/ar

I loved spending my weekends playing video games all night with my friends. This night however, would change how I would spend weekends for the rest of my life. I was at my friend Guy’s house, and we had spent several hours playing Nintendo 64. Guy’s mom Debbie kept bringing us popcorn and drinks while we played; I always thought she was really nice, especially considering that she was a single mom.

“Your mom is so nice, mine practically ignores that I exist,” I said to Guy.
“Hey, that just means that you can get away with whatever you want, right?” Guy jested.

Secretly, I hated my parents and wished that I could just graduate and go to college somewhere far away. Until then, I would distract myself with video games. It got past 3am and I decided to go to sleep on Guy’s floor, grabbing one of the pillows off of his bed and a spare blanket from his closet.

“Don’t wake me up before 10 or I’ll kill you,” I growled at Guy.
“Whatever, good night,” Guy said.

And with that the light went off and my life changed forever. I don’t remember what I dreamed of that night, but I do remember that it was wonderful, and I slept soundly. Too soundly apparently, and I was not happy when Guy was trying to wake me up.

“Hey there”
“Can you wake up?”
“I don’t know what to do, you do it.”

Debbie must have been in the room too, why were they trying to wake me up so early?

“It’s time to get up,” Debbie said softly.

I started coming to when I suddenly felt off. There was hair everywhere, and in my groggy state I panicked and shot up to sitting position. The blonde hair was still in my face and I quickly tugged at it to get it off my face.

“Ow!!” I screamed as I pulled the hair, was it glued to my head or something?!

I began to notice the changes, and my brain could not process it all. My shirt had gotten so large that the crew neck hung off of my left shoulder. My skin looked so smooth on my small arms and hands. I looked up at Guy and Debbie.

“What is this?!” was all I could say in new high pitched voice.

Guy sat down on his bed with a stunned look, while Debbie knelt down next to me.

“Mark, something happened during the night, and it looks like you’ve somehow turned into a little girl.”

I didn’t know what to say, I began to feel overwhelmed, my God, even the room felt gigantic. All these strange feelings, and the realization that I’ve completely changed became too much, and I began to cry. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t react; just cry. Debbie took my head and held me close, it felt so comforting through my sobs and tears. How strange it felt when suddenly Debbie picked me up in the blanket, and carried me into her room.

“Give us some time alone Guy.”
“Yeah, uh, okay Mom…”

Guy went back to his room. In Debbie’s room, I got control of myself and Debbie stood me up ontop of her bed. Even on the bed I barely stood up to Debbie’s chest. How small was I?!

“Well Mark, at least your t-shirt covers you!”

I blushed when I realized that I didn’t have any pants on, and indeed the t-shirt went down to almost my knees.

“What do we do Debbie?! I don’t want to stay like this!”
“Well, we’re just going to have to take this one step at a time. I have a neighbor with a little girl about your size, let me go over there and get you some clothes that will fit you. Are you okay to sit here for a bit?”

I felt so unsure of what to do, I just sat down on the bed.

“How old is the neighbor girl?” I asked tentatively.
“Oh, six I think. I’ll be right back okay?” And Debbie left, closing the door behind her.

Six?! Was I six years old now?  This was a disaster, how am I supposed to live like this? Then the weird thought came to mind: what do I look like? My heart sank at the thought. It’s something to hear my girly voice and see the hair in my eyes, but to see my new body and face? I had to look. I didn’t want to leave Debbie’s room till she got back, but luckily the master bathroom was right behind me. I hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom and realized that all that I can see in the mirror is the blonde head of hair, as the sink is too high. Even more ashamed, I grabbed a laundry basket next to me, flipped it over, and got on top of it. Staring back at me was probably the most adorable little girl that I had ever seen. Long blonde hair fell evenly past a cute round face with bright green eyes, large dimples, a button nose and small pink lips. My t-shirt looked like a tent on my small frame. I looked closer at my face and blushed as my face turned red in front of me.

“I guess it’s not a lie, that’s me.”

I watched to girl in the mirror mimic my words and I felt a little better knowing that I was beginning to understand my situation. I was scared, yes. Frightened and confused about how this could happen to me, but at least I could see where I was at, and begin to plan ahead. Just then, Debbie came back into the room with a small bag in her hand, and she smiled.

“Couldn’t wait to see how cute you are?” She said mockingly.
“I had to see, to be certain…” I said.
“Well, you seem better now, I was worried that you were going to pass out from the shock before you were shaking so bad.”

Debbie was so empathetic and nice. Why was she so concerned and helpful? Debbie walked up to me and parted my hair with her hand.

“Well, I got something for you to wear for now, would you like to put it on alone?”
“Um, yes please.”
“Okay, here you go, take this bag in the bathroom. And feel free to take your time. Yell if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Debbie.”

I took the bag and shut the bathroom door behind me. I felt scared as I set the bag down. I realized that this was going to be humiliating no matter what was inside, so I quickly pulled everything out and tried not to think about it. One yellow t-shirt with a white flower pattern and cupped sleeves, Green shorts with a pink stripe, a pair of plain white panties, and yellow flip flops with a small white plastic flower on top. Flower patterns aside, this was a pretty good choice. God forbid I had pulled out a skirt or dress… I closed my eyes and quickly replaced the large t-shirt with the clothes in front of me. After putting the flip-flops on, I stood back up on the basket and looked in the mirror again. God dammit, I looked even cuter than before. My hair fell behind and in front of the yellow shirt in long strait strands. I kept having to move hair out of my eyes, putting it behind my ears. With clothes that fit me, too well to be honest, I looked like a perfect 6-year old. Am I ready to go back out there and confront the world like this?!