The magic wouldn't stop changing him! He saw the changes spread, and the first thing that popped into his mind was little sister and their stupid friends. Would he become some kind of vapid girl raised in the throes of femininity? The confusion escalated within him..
John saw his body shrink slowly after that though, losing mass and strength into thin air. His nails took on an eye catching pink and his spine compressed losing height now. He tried to scream again only to find his voice was squeaky and prudish sounding, like a kitten trying to roar on the Savana. Pulling at his hair, The Auburn red had turned cherry colored and now extended out into two curly pigtails. His socks became stuffy white stockings and flats gained shiny black mary janes. [So cute! Mommy would think I look so pretty- weight, what?] Cursing his thoughts, the transformation merely continued as he dreaded what he was becoming. He looked more and more like a little girl each passing second, and the scariest part was a part of his mind was regressing and starting to enjoy it. It felt natural, would he be able to fight the changes before he fell perfectly into the mindset of some dim girl?
