One Little Wish

Shawn was home from college for the weekend, and it was some much needed relaxation time. He’d struggled her way through finals, barely passing, so his brain felt totally fried.

The real kicker was that his girlfriend, Marie, had just broken up with him after being together for two years, giving no explanation.

Emotionally and physically drained, Shawn enjoyed his long and restful morning, exiting his room at around 10am. His mom, Grace, had also just woken up, but sleeping in for her was completely different. She worked as a nurse, so her sleep schedule was always in flux. The two shared a nice breakfast together, along with Shawn’s new step-sister, Bella.

Bella was two years old. Well, two and three quarters if you ask Bella. She was a very playful kid and Shawn always had fun spending time with her. He wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of his step-dad, but luckily Shawn wouldn’t have to see him, as he was often on business trips; this weekend being one of them.

As breakfast neared its end, Shawn would soon find out that he’d be spending a lot more time with Bella today than he’d bargained for.

“I have to leave for work in an hour. Would you mind looking after Bella today?” asked Grace, using her tone to slyly guilt Shawn into saying yes.

Normally, Shawn would’ve jumped in to lend a hand, but after the past few weeks, childcare sounded like the last thing he wanted to do.

Grace, however, was observant to Shawn’s hesitation, “The money I’ll save on a babysitter will go right in your pocket.”

Part of Shawn still wanted to refuse, even with the financial incentive, but one look into his mother’s pleading eyes was enough to make him relent.

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While Shawn had spent time with Bella, this would be his first time taking care of her alone for an entire day. He was a bit nervous at first, but it turned out that looking after his step-sister was a lot easier than he thought. They played some games together, watched some tv and drove out to get McDonald’s for lunch. The day was going quite smoothly.

But that was all about to change.

After lunch, Bella got super hyper. Unbeknownst to Shawn was the fact that Grace and his step-father had been regulating Bella’s sugar intake, so the happy meal and ice cream sundae were more than enough to send Bella into overdrive.

Shawn did his best to keep up, but following the week he’d had, there was no hope. By the evening, he was sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV, exhausted beyond belief. His rest didn’t last long, with Bella running up to him only seconds later with a new game in mind.

“Come pway dwess up with me!” Bella tugged on his lifeless arm, giving him the same pleading eyes that his mom did.

Shawn thought about refusing, but decided this probably wouldn’t be so bad. He’d just have to sit there while Bella ran in and out of the closet to change clothes. He pushed himself up from the couch and followed his little sister to her room.

Bella’s room was the epitome of a three year-old girl’s room. Pink wall to wall, with dolls and princess posters scattered all around. Against the far wall was a changing table, with a stack of nighttime diapers and pull ups tucked away underneath. Shawn counted his blessings that he didn’t have to deal with any accidents today.

The stand out of the room, however, was the massive mountain of stuffed animals that rested in the corner of her room. The stack was so big that Shawn could probably bury himself inside and no one would notice. He sat down on the edge of his sister's bed, his head just barely low enough to avoid the soft, pink canopy that hung from above.

Bella ran into her closet. Shawn heard her rustling around for something, until finally she emerged, dragging a massive ball of pastel pink fluff. As she unraveled it on the floor, it became obvious to Shawn that this was a massive princess ball gown, one far too big for a toddler.

And it wasn’t alone, as Bella ran back inside, returning three more times with three comically huge petticoats, not that Shawn even knew what they were called.

Once the final petticoat was pulled out into the open, Bella brushed her hands together in satisfaction. “There! Now I will weave while you get dwessed!” Bella exclaimed in a cheery tone.

The implications of Bella’s intentions suddenly hit. Shawn had no interest in wearing girl’s clothes, especially something this frilly and poofy.

“Nuh-uh, no way. I’ve played with you all day with no complaints, but this is too much.” Shawn explained calming. Unfortunately, no amount of calm words could contain the stubborn disappointment of a child.

Bella rushed over to her brother’s side, grabbing his arm and bouncing up and down. “Pwease, pwease, pweeeeease!” Bella yelled in quick succession. “I won’t ask fo any-ting ewse!”

Shawn shook his head no, standing up as he did. “Absolutely not! Where did you even get a dress like that anyway?” he asked, still confused as to how it ended up here.

Bella went quiet, her excitement quickly replaced with a now somber mood. “I-it was my mommy’s.”

Shawn’s heart dropped. His guilt that he felt almost insurmountable. He hesitated with his next refusal, wondering in his head if it was even worth it to argue. No one would ever find out anyway.

One look back at the dress, though, was all Shawn needed to remember why he was saying no in the first place. As much as he wanted to make his sister happy, he just couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry, Bella. I just don’t feel comfortable wearing a dress. I can watch you play, if you want.” Shawn had chosen his words carefully, letting her down as gently as he could.

But no amount of careful phrasing could stop the hurricane that was coming. Bella stomped her feet and broke down in tears. “Why awe you such a meanie-head?!”

“I said I was sorry. I’ll play any other game-” Shawn didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before Bella continued her tantrum.

“No! I wanna pway dwess-up! We nev-a do what I wanna do!” Bella shouted at the top of her lungs.

“What do you mean? I spent the whole day doing exactly what you wanted. You're my little sister and I love you, but…” His voice trailed off as he looked over at the dress once more. He shook his head again, “...I can’t.”

“Well, I wish you were MY wittle sister! Then you hafta do what I say!” Bella proclaimed.

While neither Shawn, nor Bella was aware of it, somewhere, somehow, Bella’s wish was heard, and strange magic soon began to enter her bedroom.

In that same moment, both of their attention was pulled towards the sound of the front door opening. “Bella! Shawn! I’m home!” Grace yelled from the other end of the house.

“Mommy!” Bella bolted out of the room with tears streaming down her face. Shawn started to go after her, but Bella slammed her bedroom door in his face. It didn’t hurt much, but the impact was enough to stun Shawn and send him falling backwards into the sea of silk and satin.

On the other side of the room, magic sparkles hovered over the pile of stuffed animals. One by one, each of them gained consciousness and began marching towards the boy, who was struggling to navigate his way out.

Shawn found himself tangled up in the swirl of three petticoats and the ridiculously large dress that accompanied them. Just as he began to free himself, he suddenly felt the fabric around his arms and legs pull tighter, as if they were being restrained by someone. “Bella?” he called  out, sounding slightly frantic.

A sudden weight on his chest stopped his movements. The fabric in front of his face began to pull away, revealing his captures to be a small army of Bella’s plushies, led by a kitty princess stuftie holding a plastic wand.

“It’s time to play!” said the kitty in a sickly sweet voice.

Before Shawn even had time to comprehend the madness that was happening before him, a long caterpillar crawled over his head and stuffed his mouth with a pair of his sister’s socks.

The crowd of plush toys flipped Shawn off of the dress and began removing his clothing until he was fully nude. He tried to scream, but he couldn’t emit enough volume for anyone to hear him.

The toy heard Shawn, but gave no thought to his protests, as a pair of bright white stockings rolled up his legs, stopping at his mid-thigh. Not even his sister was planning to subject him to that. A pair of black, Mary Jane’s were then placed onto his feet. “Where did the stuffed animals even get all this stuff?” he thought, curious as to how everything fit him so perfectly.

That curiosity didn’t last long, as a team of surprisingly strong stuffed animals lifted him off of the ground, and moved in a wave-like formation.

Adding fuel to the fire, the animals quickly tied his hair up in ribbons and painted his fingernails and toenails a goddy shade of pink. But it was the faint sound of crinkling that really made his blood boil.

Shawn leaned his head as far up as the barrage of plushies would allow him, only to be greeted by the most horrific article yet: one of his sister’s nighttime diapers. He squirmed as much as he could, but nothing broke the animals’ grips. They soon had the diaper pressed into his crotch, bringing them face to face with fact as the tapes didn’t even make it halfway around his body.

“It won’t fit!” Shawn thought in relief. He might still have a way out of this yet. The kitty plush still stationed on his chest had other ideas.

“This just won’t do! But, I have the perfect solution!” the kitty said with her disturbingly cheery voice. She waved her plastic wand, sending a flurry of sparkles all around Shawn and the outfit he was resting upon. At first, nothing happened...or so Shawn thought.

Shawn was completely unaware that both he and the frilly garments beneath him had begun to shrink. Slowly at first, picking up speed as he continued to lose inch after inch. It wasn’t until Shawn noticed the other changes that he began to panic once more. HIs baby fat that he’d worked so hard to lose returned in spades, his hair grew out into a short bob and his face softened and rounded out, giving him a strikingly feminine and babyish appearance. He kicked and clawed with everything he had, unable to halt the transformation taking place.

However, it was only when Shawn felt his manhood receding that the will to fight within him was lost. He wasn’t even a “he” anymore. Shawn had fully transformed into Shawna.

Before long, Shawna had reduced down to Bella's size, but she didn’t stop there. By the time she was done, she was as small as an 18 month-old infant. “This has to be a dream,” thought Shawna, helpless to the reality unfolding before her.

And that wasn’t the only thing unfolding, as the stuffed infantry returned with a slightly smaller pull-up that slid up her legs with ease. Her newly-founded hope that maybe she could avoid a full on diaper were quickly dashed, as the once ill-fitting night time nappy was placed overtop the pull-up, surrounding her in a perfectly sized, double-diaper prison.

Before Shawna even had time to react to everything, the stufties were placing the first petticoat over her head. The kitty plush leaped off of her chest as a collective of plushies forced her upright, making it much easier to position the first petty on her body.

Now standing, Shawna tried to run, but it felt like her Mary Jane’s were super glued to the floor. She couldn’t get her feet out of them either, rendering her defenseless. Over the next minute, Bella’s personal army got to work with the other two petticoats, using delicate touches to pull them wide while smoothing out the ruffles of the wide skirts.

Then, it was time for the main event. A small platoon of cat plushies, led by the kitty witch herself, marched closer with the big, pink ball gown in tow. Even shrunk down to her size, the thing still looked massive to her.

Shawna had fully surrendered to her captors, lifting her arms up as the dress descended over her head. It took a bit longer than the petties had, and Shawna resented every moment. The soft touch of the silk and satin running over his body made him cringe.

Or at least, it should have. It was odd, but Shawna felt this odd warmth bubble up within her. Part of her wanted to give in to the femininity that was forced upon her, but she couldn’t let it get the better of her. She balled up her fists in non-compliance.

At last, it was all over. The felt creatures separated, revealing the cutest little baby girl that anyone could lay their eyes upon. The dress bellowed out a full two-feet in each direction. Shawna tried to take a step, her feet no longer rooted to the spot, but the dress was so heavy that she could do nothing to escape, as the animals around her cooed and chuckled at her expense. Overwhelmed, Shawna began to cry, falling back and landing on her cushioned bottom.

The crown of stuffed animals made there was back over to their place on the mountain, positioning themselves exactly where they were before as the sparkly magic rose from their fleece and disappeared into the air. All except for the kitty, who stepped forward, placing a comforting paw on her lap.

“It’ll be okay, baby girl,” said the kitty, her once sugary tone suddenly taking on a much more motherly voice. “I’m sure these changes seem scary, but it's all for the best.”

The kitty reached up and patted away the tears falling crawling down Shawna’s cheeks.

“I dun wanna be a baby,” sniffled Shawna, hoping that somehow the kitty could reverse this. But as the kitty placed a light paw on her lips to shush her, any thoughts of returning to normal were crushed.

Outside the door, footsteps could be heard approaching Bella’s bedroom.

“We don’t have much time left. Look at me, Shawna,” the kitty stared into Shawna eyes with stark intensity. “Please look after my baby girl for me, okay?”

With those words and a final wave of her want, the shimmers of magic that inhabited the kitty’s body evaporated all around and with it went all of the memories and knowledge that Shawna had. All that remained was an empty-headed baby girl, without a care in the world.

The bedroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway was the last person that Shawna would’ve expected to see. With a diaper bag around her shoulder, Marie stepped into the room, unwittingly looking down at what remained of her former boyfriend. All Marie could see now was the precious little girl that she’d been put in charge of.

“There you are! Bella, I told you to stop taking your little sister out of her crib when she’s napping!” Marie stated sternly.

Bella came around the corner like a lightning bolt, running to her infant sister and hugging her sweetly. Grace filed in after, stopping at the doorway to admire her two cuties with Marie.

Shawna giggled and burbled as Bella squeezed her close. Bella looked up at her mother and Marie, cuddling her baby sister in her arms.

“I jus wan-ned to pway dwess up!” she said with a smile.