Then there was light, I felt so bright and warm, I didn't like it.
"Who are you and where did this box come from" Zoe demanded poking me.
"It's me Zoe" I said grabbing my throat, my voice was so feminine and gentle. "Close the door and leave me" I demanded. But Zoe grabbed me and pulled me out easily. "Ow" please not so hard.
She let go and looked down at me, "how homage you?" She demanded again. I just looked down at my very baggy clothes, pants in a pile around my feet, "Jon" I said weakly.
"Oh my god" Zoe squeeled, "Mom, Jon changed too" she screamed, "bring him down here with your father" mom shouted back.
But first Zoe noticed a bathing suit hanging from the door, she pulled it down and handed it to me, "looks your size, put it on" she demanded. I didn't want the tiny costume, no way would it fit and it would barely cover me. "Hurry up now" she added and I couldn't resist, it felt horrible to try and disobey as the reassuring cold emptiness reappeared in my gut. I stripped and stared in awe at the perfectly white tiny body under my clothes, the only color a patch of bright red fuzz where my penis had been. "Eww, your curtains match your drapes" Zoe said sarcastically, why was she still being so mean I wondered, quickly pulling the swimming costume on, it barely covered anything, my tiny boobs were more visible then in my baggy clothes and I felt even more vulnerable which felt good, or at least didn't make me feel so bad anymore,
Soon Zoe had dragged me downstairs, where dad was sat in her tiny bikini, she was huge, taller then the other women in the house and much more then a foot taller then me now. I stared up at her. She smiled at me confidently, "who's this?" She asked brightly. "your son, you did this to him, don't you care?" My mother asked, she had been crying and was red with anger and sadness, dad just smiled back, "he is a meanie, he tried to put me in that icky box, glad she's so small now" she said and stuck her tong out at me. I didn't feel angry or annoyed, she was right and it felt better to stare sadly at my tiny white feet.
"We need to change them back Zoe, do you think that swapping the machines will help?" Mum asked Zoe. She shrugged back at her, "can't hurt I guess, I just wonder where these machines keep appearing from, I just wish they were gone when we go up there." She replied, there was a flash. Oh no I thought a fantastic feeling of dread passing through me, the coldness returning better then ever, I felt sick with fear and again the world felt better the burning brightness not so painful.
"What was that?, oh never mind talents get them upstairs" Zoe said, I now noticed the rock in her hand as she placed it on the table and pulled me up to my feet, "ok, I'll come up with you, we will try it on Jon, there is no way I'm getting your 6 foot 6 Amazonian child/woman father upstairs. "Come on Jon, let's try and fix you." She said patting thick curly hair on my head causing it to fall in front of my eyes. Thick curls of red covered my vision, like something from disneys brave, again that terror at what I had become made me feel smaller and better all at once, I looked over my shoulder at dad picking up the stone smiling and sticking her tongue out at me. I felt glad I wasn't tanned and confident, nobody could tell her what to do, how horrible that freedom felt, I had to look away from the big strong overconspfident woman, but it felt good that she had the stone, what horrors could she wish up, I smiled a little at the thought.
At the top of the stairs the door was gone, "no, where has it gone, Jon if you know anything tell me now" mom asked obviously angry and frustrated. "The wishing rock" I said meekly, "what, speak up child" mom demanded, "the Rock Zoe had downstairs, it grants wishes, granted left it to me in his will" I replied. ""That mad old man, I never liked him" she said banging on the wall where the door had been angrily, "oh no I left it downstairs with dad" Zoe said, letting go of my arm and running back down the stairs.
But it was too late, dad was gone and so was the stone.
Mom and Zoe left me in my room, I felt happy to leave them shouting and arguing about what to do, carefully I stood up and stared at the frail girl in the mirror, she was more hair them girl, it cascaded down over her back and shoulders, thick and red, I flicked it forward experimentally for the red fuzz to fill my vision then fall and settle back on my shoulder. The simple black one piece swimsuit covered two small breasts, a trim stomach and the rest, red hair stuck out reminding me of my unshaven sex, my arms and legs tiny and pale hung from me weakly, I moved them experimentally wiggling my tiny pale fingers and toes. I felt tiny, I was much smaller then Zoe and she was only 5 foot 2, I wondered how small was I. Maybe I should ring Karyn and let her know I wondered, laying back on the bed. I wonder what dad is doing, I wondered as I listened to mom and Zoe continue to argue about what to do with me and how to find dad.
