I closed my eyes as I didn't want to see everything growing taller around me. I knew I was still changing though. I felt my hands being pulled up my shirt's sleeves as my arms shorten. Up until few minutes ago the shirt was the right size for me. In fact it was even begging to get too small and I remember my mother asking me to throw it away already but now it was out of use for a completely opposite reason.
With my eyes closed, the tactile sensations became my only way of determining how far the transformation has progressed. All over my skin I felt a sensation similar to the feeling of hairs standing up when you're cold but opposite. I guessed it was my body hair disappearing into nothing. The exception was my scalp as I felt my hair growing. Yet another thing confirming I'm becoming a girl! I screamed inside...
I felt some strange barely noticeable movements under my skin which probably corresponded to my muscles reshaping and inevitably shrinking as I started to feel that my clothes' weight, previously negligible, now actually mattered something for the first time.
Somewhere half-way through the transformation I felt my nipples touched the front of my baggy shirt. They touched it but didn't really press to it as I could feel that whatever was growing on my chest stopped. The new weight wasn't really noticeable so I imagined my breasts were going to be pretty small. What distracted me though was how the fabric of the shirt irritated the tips of my nipples as it kept brushing them. I knew that this definitely wasn't the way male nipples are supposed to feel...
My feet tingled much more than they should for the change I imagined was happening. I wiggled my toes. They didn't even touch the sides of my shoes! How small could they be? Will I even be able to walk normally?
There was also the strange feeling in my groin. I was too terrified to focus on it though. I didn't want to know what was happening there. I couldn't accept the thought of losing the very thing that made one a man.
Suddenly I felt my pants and boxers falling down as my but became too small to keep them in place. Then all the weird tingling associated with transformation ceased.
I opened my eyes.
Everything looked huge.
My desk, previously reaching to my mid-thigh now leveled with my waist. I looked up at my wardrobe trying to guess my new height. I couldn't be taller than five feet!
Oh God, I knew I'm getting shorter but why do I have to be THAT tiny?
I looked down at my body to survey the damage but the only thing I saw was my shirt as baggy as if I wore an empty potato sack on me instead. I could see two still points on the surface of the waving fabric - probably two places where my nipples were touching the shirt. Oh God, sure they are sensitive!
I took my shirt and shoes off because my pants and boxers were off already. My feet slid out of the shoes without any resistance whatsoever, but the shirt was a bit of a problem. When I was finally naked I gasped.
I was tiny. Now it wasn't just because of my height but also of how small overall I was.
But... But this is ridiculous! I can't weight more than 90lbs! No wonder I found my old clothes heavy with those arms thin like sticks!
That was true. My arms were very thin but not in an angular and bony way that was a sign of anorexia. They were soft and delicate, ended with small, long-fingered hands. I had a retro long gloves model arms. There was also the other thing. When I looked to the side I almost couldn't see my shoulders. Women obviously have them narrower but I never expected the difference to feel that alien.
The other thing that surprised me was how pale my skin was. Again, my skins' color didn't look like if it was a sign of illness, it looked more like this alabaster-white type of complexion red-haired people sometimes tend to have. I reached behind and took a strand of my newly grown hair.
Yep, I am officially a red-hair. I thought as I saw my hair - slightly wavy and in the shade of copper. As I let it go I felt it brush the top of my butt. Shit. And it's LONG...
If in my situation there was anything I possibly could be glad for it was the fact that my breasts were small. They weren't even average. Fortunately for me I was as flat-chested as a 16-year old girl could only get. My guess was AA-cup as I knew it's the smallest possible bra size. The thing that definitely distinguished my chest from a boy's one though, were my nipples. Two isles of bright-pink tissue contrasting with my creamy-white skin. They were quite big and puffy and it was them that probably made up the most of my breast size. Each areola was 2 in wide which compared to my narrow torso made them look rather unproportionally big.
I noticed that sub-consciously I kept my chest forward, with my back arched inwards. Apparently the Mother Nature wanted to compensate this girls, mine, lack of real boobies by pushing what was there more into people's view. I tried to change my position the position but I didn't manage to keep it for long before it started to hurt. Fuck. So now I have to walk around like this. Proud as hell of my ginormous nipples...
As I looked down I saw a patch of red hair in my crotch and nothing dangling form it. Of course there is nothing dangling there you idiot! There's nothing to dangle now! You're a girl and they don't have a willy to stick out of their pubic hair! I knew that if I looked into the hair, if I touched my groin I would not find anything but womanly parts. The thing was I had never seen ones in my life and I definitely didn't feel like seeing the first ones on myself. I felt sick of the thought so I went on with the inspection.
I possessed boyish hips and a flat butt which would probably worry any girl but was perfect for me. The more 'un-womanly' I was the better. I don't think I need to explain why.
My thighs were thin but my calves were another thing. They were very shapely, as if made for walking in high heels. Not that I wanted ones. And then there were my feet. I was afraid they were going to be small when I was still changing with my eyes closed. I were right. They were the set of most petite and delicate feet I've seen in my life, both online and in real-life. They seemed too small even for a girl of my size. And they were delicate... God, I've became a foot-fetishist wet dream
I wanted to see my face. As I made my first step to the mirror I noticed that I delicately tiptoed instead of placing my feet flat. Does it mean I am a natural high heel girl? I wouldn't know...
When I first saw myself in a mirror there was this one thing that struck me: God, I was freckled. Freckles covered almost my whole face, went down my lean neck to then spread on my narrow shoulders where they changed into the smooth white complexion I had seen before. The thing was they looked good. I wasn't really into gingers, but my pale freckled complexion combined with the redness of my hair created a perfect match. Then there were rather average lips, a small up-turned nose, and big green eyes. Their red color and the freckled background of my skin made my eyebrows almost invisible.
I looked deep into the red-haired cuteness' eyes in the mirror and then I realized why I looked like this. This girl I became, was simply made to submissiveness. She was cute and innocent. She was weak physically and probably upset of the lack of womanly attributes all her peers were getting. She was a dominator's perfect partner and an ideal target of humiliation which she got used to so much that she began to enjoy it.. What am I doing in this body?!
"Jon what have you done there? What the hell have you wished for?!" I heard a deep male voice. It didn't sound surprised or sad. It sounded as if the person who used it was made to be aggressive. "Jon! It's Karyn here! Open the door now!"
I let out a quiet scream as I heard the booming voice. That was also the first time I heard my own - it wasn't really like little girl's but it was definitely the highest pitched adult-sounding voice I've heard in my life. And it was coming from my own voice-box!
I didn't really want to face the man Karyn apparently had become. She could probably easily beat the crap out of me for what I wished. The thing was as soon as I heard her command my body set off on autopilot to do what she wanted. I didn't understand why it was happening - I didn't wish for anything like that. Now knowing about the Slave Stone the closest explanation I could get was that it was my body's submissive nature that made me do it. And it was close enough...
My dainty hand rested on the door knob and then I felt the petite muscles in my arm work as I opened the door letting Karen, now my dominant partner, in...
