A Hawaiian Vacation

July 4
We arrived at Honolulu today on independence day and there would be fireworks tonight. It would be the first time my 2 girls saw fireworks that big and they would be entertained as much as thrilled, very unforgettable for them.
Arriving at the airport I hired a local guide by the name of Carol. She was a hippie fashioning herself in a cool way, but still she claimed to be an experienced guide and had visited many spots here. I had no way to be sure, but guide or not, I needed to relax.
At least she was be to find a good 1959 Cadillac Eldorado for us. This way, I could drive around the islands like what my wife suggested, and know more about the local sights while Carol introduced the scenery en route.
Not much was done today save for driving around Oahu. settling in the hotel room, not one of the best, but good enough for our trip here. After some rest, we went out to see the fireworks, and my girls were at awe at how spectacular the performance was. We had a magnificent start for our days here, and it was going to be a pleasurable vacation for my family and myself. I hoped everything would be great for my family and I would get some quality time-off from my work.

July 5
I woke up and found myself an inch shorter, and I was now 6’2” instead of 6’3” originally. I was not sure how I could shrink, but then, nothing else changed on my appearance and no one in my family noticed. I was reasonably startled, but then, I should find a doctor when the vacation was over.
For today, we went to the Waikiki where my girls played with the pristine seawater and we, the couple, lie on beach chairs, feeling the soft and refreshing sea breeze and listening to the waves. A clean break from the months of toil in the plant, when long build-up of stress met some relaxation. I threw any thoughts of me shrinking away and embraced the sunshine.

July 6
I shrank another 2 inches, and I barely reached 6’. My frame was less muscular, and somehow my chest and butt was starting to inflate. My wife woke up and noticed my hairs growing to the shoulders, and was quite surprised. She didn’t knew what was happening, but then neither did I and I couldn’t explain very well. How could I have seen it coming? In spite of that, since the changes were now visible to someone careful enough to observe, we were starting to be concerned about my own changes. That spoiled a bit of our vacation, but still our girls didn’t notice those changes.
Anyway we went to some interesting spots, trying to forget the situation I was in. Though trying hard to escape the fact, we eventually met a Kahuna. Carol explained that he was a witch doctor in the local culture, and the knowledgable in the field of magic and supernatural, especially those occurring here.
I thought, “he could have pulled me out of all those changes and returned me to my former self, so why not asked him for help,” and I inquired him about my future. After some deep thoughts and calculations on his side, he then said outright, “You may be seeing the most profound changes in your future, namely on your body.”
I knew partly what he meant, but then, not fully. I asked where the changes were heading or if there were any ways to stop and revert them, but the Kahuna had no idea. He said he had never seen something like this, and mine was the first case in his or his ancestors’ life to see something like this happening on myself. He was not of any help, but at least, after a few days, I should visit him and deal with the results.

July 7
It was worse today: 3 inches more and now it was 5’9”. The skin was a lot smoother and the clothes I had bought no longer fit well. They were all hanging on my body or sliding for being to loose. The hair now reached below my forming breasts and I needed my wife to tie it into some style she’d seen somewhere in a magazine- I was not into those styles, and the hair made me a queer to others.
Every part of my body were much slimmer now, my bust was sprawling out of control, and I appeared closed enough to a woman. Now even my girls had noticed my changes, and in fact my girls thought they’d lost their father, yelling at me as if I was some stranger intruding into their family. Quite some people were looking at us and thinking that we were lesbians, giving us a weird face or simply a stare.
I knew I should stay indoors, but we had to buy some women’s clothes for myself to, since my old clothes no longer fitted. A clinic visit and the doctor claimed everything was fine. He actually thought I was always a woman and doubted if I had fake memories of being a man. I had to find the Kahuna tomorrow. Today we were in no mood for any visits and we mostly stayed at the hotel, worrying the future of us. I really hoped things would be better later on.

July 8
I was down to 5’5”, and now I was completely a woman: I was speaking with a high-pitched voice and my groin was completely feminine, without a sign of anything masculinity existing anywhere. While the damage was done, I would be stabilising.
My mind had also changed: I was no longer attracted to my wife, since I was now a woman, and all those desires at “my” wife now seemed disgusting. That was certainly the beginnings for a divorce, and we had a hard time deciding how the family would break up and what should the cover-up be. Finally, we had decided that the two girls would follow her, and she would claim that my old self was killed in an accident, the details she would think of later when needed.
I would be doing the rest on my own, setting up my new identity- and that was the least of my worries. Since the old me was gone, I need to find a work from nought and things would be rather harsh for me, Though that would be for later when we got back.
My ex-wife, now my close friend, tried lying to the girls on what happened, but that was difficult since they witnessed the changes first-hand. I added in my own, but these didn’t help. In their instincts there were some hidden sense of what really happened, but they weren’t conscious of it. That ended in them crying for their father to be back, saying that someone had taken him and placed a woman in his place.
Certainly, I would visit the Kahuna tomorrow to deal with my state.

July 9
Things did stabilise since the changes were complete. We kept up the lies to Carol, and not really knowing the truth she took it completely, seeing that we’d come here without the husband at all.
The Kahuna was confused when I stated my old identity, and he hardly believed that I was really the one who visited him. In fact, it seemed that he had forgotten my visit 2 days ago, saying that he had no business that day. How could I be cured when the only help saw no problem with me, and forgot the existence of my problems? It seemed that I was beyond help on changing myself back.

July 10
The reality changed completely, and only my ex-wife remembered vaguely anything about my past identity, alongside a new set of memories based on my new identity, more vivid and real than made up. She was as confused as I were when Carol asked my ex-wife, “how was you widowed?” To my surprise, my ex-wife responded as if I wasn’t her husband, and described the death of her husband.
By this stage, no one remembered my old identity and investigate the change, so I would never know why I changed and what entity did the change when the changes never were.

July 11
The last day of the vacation with my old friend and her 2 girls, the first time she was so pleased after the death of her husband in an industrial accident. Oddly, I clearly remembered the life her husband, despite never living his life, but then, maybe I was too gripped by his death. I couldn’t know for sure.
I drove the car back to the airport with my friend and our guide Carol, who was reliable and quirky despite our first impression of her being mediocre. Halfway through the freeway, Carol stopped us to a request of taking my friend’s 2 girls out for the beach. She said, “that was the best sand I had seen in my life.” We allowed her to the girls, and my friend left the car to watch them playing around.
Then I leaned over and said, “I could remember the life of your husband well, and he was a responsible man, focused on both work and family. It is bad for you to lose such a great husband,” my friend smiled, and sipping from the cup of coffee, she said, “this trip is enough to forget the pain of my husband, and we can start again after this trip.”
We thanked Carol and boarded the plane back to San Francisco, where we would take trains back in the interior. When I’m back I will face my class again, and that was quite pressuring even for me.

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Doll TF

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The Drug of Growth

 In the living room Becky’s father Tom took out a drug brought from a bioengineering company he worked in. It had no labels except for a plain one with “Age Progression Drug” printed on it. Otherwise, the bottle was no different from the average medication, which he was taking home regularly.
Becky noticed the bottle and asked Tom, “Age Pro-gre-shun Drug?” “It’s progression, my girl,” Tom replied. Becky was only 3 and too young to comprehend complex words like “progression”, and mistakes like that were understandable.
“What’s that? Is it candy?” Despite the apparent “Drug” label and its non-resemblance to any kind of sweets Becky had ever seen, it was close enough to children vitamin pill Tom often gave her as some kind of “candy”. Lies are bad, but for her to swallow the vitamin they were necessary. The pink color of the pills further reinforced that image Becky had in mind.

Tom picked up the bottle and sank into deep thought. “Each pill results in age progression of 1 year and rapid acceleration of mental age growth*. To reverse the effect try our Age Regression Drug. Effectiveness not guaranteed and side-effects vary from none to disability and death. Consider carefully before use.” Tom read the small text on the side of the bottle, and in his mind his wife’s want and his reason combated.

His wife Joan mothered Becky at the ripe age of 44, and through in vitro fertilization after one and a half decades of attempt. Child-bearing at this old age meant the loss of 15 years of precious growth in Becky, and when the idea hit her she was uncomfortable. She thought, “could we warp the fabrics of time for us to have the appropriate age?”
It was either reinvigorating Joan or skipping Becky’s childhood, but neither time warping or changing someone’s age were a thing of fiction- until Tom’s company initiated a new research in human growth and regression. Now that the research was in its human testing phase, he informed Joan of the groundbreaking discovery, in which Joan saw the only hope.
There was a small surplus of one of the drug since one of the subjects died of uncontrollable ageing and his portion was spared. Being in the right position as the head of testing process, Tom secretly embezzled the portion and placed it in a prototype bottle given to him by a friend in the marketing team.

Though aware of the project, Tom was not truly clear of the drug’s potency as it was kept secret to the testers, so he had to refer to the bottle for any effect. And he counted, 1, 2, 3, a total of 14 pills, enough to age Becky from 3 to 17. That would close the gap just right if Joan ever used that, he reminded himself.
The idea would be his wife’s pleasure, but to himself, it was his worst decision: first he went against his conscience to loot from his company which had deep trust in him, and then he was about to erase his dear girl’s childhood…
Joan came in and took the bottle away. I could had stopped it at the last moment, Tom regretted.

Becky stood in the bathroom naked, only facing a ready Joan. “Come on, you will have those candies. Now count them and eat them one by one.” Without knowledge Becky obliged. By the time she finished all that was in the bottle, the one standing in front of Joan was no longer an infant, but a girl at her high school age. Long hair of a nightly blue color had grown, tied by her mother into an outdated hairstyle.
Joan went out to pick the teenage clothes she had prepared beforehand, but she couldn’t find her husband. He had left.

Tom left in the grief of his baby girl’s loss to age- something he made real firsthand by bringing the drug to a willing Joan. With beer he was revelling in the temporary relief of drunkenness and in forgetting that his girl was no longer there. He decided to stay away from home for some time, or even leaving Joan with a divorce, to start a new life. But for tonight he needed a bed and breakfast.

The first thing to do for the now grown up Becky was to enrol in the local high school, of course, even though her mind was far less than ready. School were almost incomprehensible at first, but by the end of the day she got the idea of most of the subjects. On top of that, new friends were made, something she was eager to do as a newcomer to both the environment and age, though everyone treated her as mentally stunned as it was wont.
At the end of the day, with the new sketch book and crayon, Becky drew the scene of her first day in school, something she was glad of meeting so much new friends and having so much fun!



Tom sneaked into the backyard of his house not to be discovered, and he witnessed now adolescent Becky drawing as if she was still stuck at 3. Tom remembered the small note after the asterisk:

*Mental growth rates vary across users and aspects of mentality. Additional information including (but not limited to) personality, memories and knowledge.

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Ice Cream of Change

Ice cream was my favorite. Only two kind of people love ice cream: little girls being handed one by parents or whosoever, and fat guys sitting in front of the TV watching reruns. To be honest, I’m the latter. While film goers prefer popcorn and some prefer bags of air (with some potato chips), I gulped loads of ice cream down my throat. In my fridge I always had 2 or 3 flavor, often 4 or 5. Every time I’m in Walmart or anywhere I would buy some ice cream.

I didn’t go out too often since I prefer staying at home outside of work, but sometimes I went to the nearby Six Flags with my 3rd grade boy. Once while walking pass the line of concession stands, my son pointed to a new ice cream stand, located where a bush had been last time we visited. It was not weird for stands to be added or removed, but my son was pulling me to the stand as if there was some attraction compelling him.

“You want ice creams? It takes you a lot of money here, you can have much more at home, and a lot of flavors!” But my son won’t stop pulling me. The attraction might exist, since we saw many other parents buying ice cream scoops for their children, while the candy shop opposite had lost most of their customers. Something might be weird, but still, I was being begged eagerly.

My son instinctively pointed to cookies n’ cream, his favorite and the only flavor he would eat. Defeated, I ordered what he want for him, and a chocolate flavored one for myself.

For some reason, the chocolate ice cream was more deeply flavored than what it seemed. The chocolate was not the one I usually had at home, but one that was crafted by one of the master chocolatiers, and seeped deep into my taste bud. It certainly was worth the popularity it had, and after that visit we would fetch some ice cream there.

Due to my frequent return I came to know the one selling ice creams. A woman in her late 30s, she usually tied her cream-colored hair into a short tail, and wore her own apron on top of the shirt. In fact, she rented an apartment the floor below, something I didn’t realize until meeting her. This meant that we meet quite often not in Six Flags, but much nearer to home.

From her I knew that her ice cream was homemade- I wondered how she could managed the time, but then, every night, while I was comfortably seated, she was working on new flavors restlessly, and this answered the chocolate ice cream’s taste, since she told me she ordered Belgian chocolate in bulk. We became good neighbors and exchanged often.

In return, I shared moments of my daily life, how I went to work and then sat in front of the TV for the rest of the day and night. “That’s not good enough,” she went on to encourage me to change, like when she quit her job to pursue her dream and set up the ice cream stand she had.

She wanted change for me, but not myself. I just wanted more TV time and scoops of ice cream, and she was not listened to at best, if not denied up front. That way, I continued my routine life, and licked from my spoon every night at 2, while my son was sleeping and the TV was on playing a DVD.

One day, she called me to her place, just to discuss her future since she claimed to be moving away to open a new shop on the West Coast. Seated, she ported a cone of mint chocolate ice cream, and which was said to contain some “special ingredients”. I didn’t know what special ingredients it had, but that “This is for me?” “Yes, please enjoy it and treat it as some kind of parting gift.” 

Upon tasting the ice cream with the spoon the woman gave him, the world around the fat guy started spinning. Strangely a mint-colored background, embroidered with chocolate stripes, formed. He thought it was some kind of psychedelic, since he was dazed by the flashy surroundings and the sickness it caused spread to his whole body, and even stranger, he could actually notice the surrounding getting larger, and himself shortening to a mere 4’4”.

Meanwhile, his fat belly disappeared, the fat being moved under the skin to all parts of his body, some to his chest and hips which were a bit thickened. While the shoulders collapsed, the proportions become more of a little girl than a fat guy, and so was the limbs and hands, being more refined and lengthy. Most of the body hair fell off, except those on the head, turning dark beige and growing rapidly, eventually tied into a twintail by an unseen force. The skin took on a lighter color, as smooth as a child. While the head became rounder, the eyes was larger and had amber color instead of the old blue, and the nose and mouth much smaller than before. The T-shift and shorts gave way for a cute chocolate and mint-colored dress, decorated with lushy green bows; new leather shoes and long mint socks replaced the worn sneakers. Finally, at the most intimate part, what had made the transformed one a man was no more, replaced by something appropriate for a little girl.

“Mama makes the best ice cream,” I said. Mama told me something I didn’t understand, “my girl, you are going to lead a new life from now on.”

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