Gwyndolyn's Dream

Chapter 1
Gwyndolyn's Dream

Chapter Description: One and only.

Running through the forest Gwyndolyn keeps her bow at the ready. She is following a deer. With expert motion she is able to glide quietly through woods while keeping an impressive pace. Eventually, she comes upon a clearing.

Instead of a deer however, she merely sees a fawn. Calmly she walks into the clearing and the fawn trots away from her. She follows until she sees a very strange sight for the forest. There is a table with a small tea set laid upon it. Seated at the table are three little girls, no older than ten, drinking and giggling. Each is wearing a very fancy dress and shoes. Where there would be empty seats there are instead stuffed animals and dolls.

Gwyn feels a surge of distain and huffs. As she turns however she hears a high voice ask “Gwynny! C’mon. Play with us.”

Gwyn turns around surprised. “Rachael?” she asks, quickly recognizing her childhood friend, as well as Melody and Angela. “But, you are grown. You aren’t little girls.”

The children giggle. “You’re silly. Of course we’re little girls. You say it all the time.” Rachael says.

“Please play with us Gwynny.” Angela pleads.

Not sure why, Gwyn obliges them, and sits down at the table. The chair is much too small for her and she has to keep her knees away from the table since there is no way they would go under.

Melody pours some tea for her and offers her the cup. Gwyn begins to drink from it immediately, still trying to understand the strange situation.

“Hey!” Melody exclaims in her high voice. “You didn’t say thank you! Mommy says that’s rude!”

For some reason Gwyn feels embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” She replies, finishing the rest of the tea. It is very sweet and has had a lot of milk added to it. She knows that means something but she isn’t sure what. Hoping to silence the petulant little girl before her she adds “It’s very good tea. Can I have another cup?”

Instead of making her happy though, Melody looks cross again. “It’s ?may’. ?May’ I have another cup?”

Gwyn blinks, embarrassed again to be corrected by a child. Before she can say anything Rachael interrupts. Pouring more into Gwyn’s cup she says “Yes Gwynny, you may have another cup.”

Gwyn nods her thanks and hears Angela asks “Where ya been Gwynny? You don’t play with us anymore.”

Melody cuts in. “She likes getting lost in the woods more. My mommy says she wants to be a boy.”

Gwyn becomes angry. “Maybe I just want to do what I want! I hate these stupid tea parties!” she yells, sounding petulant herself.

“Gwynny, temper,” Rachael warns sternly.

Admonished, Gwyn leans back in her chair, sulking and beginning to drink her second cup.

Melody continues. “Y’know, my mommy says this is good practice for being grown up. I wanna be a mommy someday too. Doncha wanna be a mommy Gwynny?”

Gwyn huffs. Finishing her cup she begins to stand up, intending to leave. However, she feels dizzy and sits back down.

Rachael answers Melody’s question. “No Melody. Gwynny doesn’t want to be a mommy. She just wants to play like a little kid; running, hitting, no responsibilities.” As she talks Rachael’s voice sounds different. Not as high but fuller, older.

Opening her eyes through the dizziness Gwyn looks again at her friends. They no longer look like children; instead they appear closer to thirteen or fourteen. As weird as that seems what is stranger is that they are now the same size as her.

“Wha....” She begins, but is interrupted by a large burp which is quickly followed by a long fart. Gwyn remembers what this means and can feel the looseness of her clothing increase.

Sixteen year old Melody, now larger than Gwyn, waves her hand in front of her face. “Pee-Yuuu!” She says, wrinkling her nose. “No manners whatsoever.” Her voice is also older and her diction improved. Her dark hair now has a more sophisticated cut than before as well.

Angela’ tsks’ and shakes her head, her curly blonde locks bobbing with he as she adds, “Poor thing never learned them the first time.”

Untying her long brown hair from pigtails Rachael comments, “Well then, it’s up to us to raise her right this time.” Looking around at her now adult friends she says simply, “Ladies.”

Gwyn looks up at the ever growing group with fear. The once tiny seat fits perfectly underneath her and she wiggles her toes in her now cavernous boots. “But....but.....I’m not a little girl.” She whines.

Her three friends smile warmly at her. Their dresses are now tailored correctly for their adult bodies. The transformation is complete.

Rachael leans towards her, pulling out a handkerchief. “Of course you’re a little girl Gwynny. You were when you got here, ever since you ran away from that Daryn. Now hold still.” Spitting on the cloth Rachael roughly wipes Gwyn’s dirty face clean.

Melody comments, “You’re a mess! Little girls should not be running through the woods.”

Gwyn squirms, uselessly trying to get out of Rachael’s iron grip. She shouts no and complains but to no avail. Finally she resorts to her final option, biting the woman’s hand as hard as she can.

As Rachael yelps in pain Gwyn makes a break for it but quickly stumbles over her own boots. Kicking them off Gwyn tries to run again but is gripped from behind and picked up into the air. She can hear Angela tell the others she has her, but Gwyn isn’t done. With experienced precision she kicks backwards, nailing her former friend cleanly in the stomach.

Hearing a grunt of pain Gwyn drops once again to the grass and runs for the woods. Just before reaching the clearing however her trousers slip from her hips and catch at her knees, causing her to tumble. Before she can react a large hand presses firmly onto her back, holding her down. She fights again but it is useless.

“You little brat!” she hears Melody say, as her pants are pulled completely off her legs. “Serves you right, no proper little girl wears trousers.” she adds, the last word spat out with disdain.

Grabbed and lifted by the arm Gwyn finds herself being dragged along on her tiptoes by the now huge Melody. When she tries to resist again the woman smacks her repeatedly on her bare ass, lifting her slightly into the air. Beginning to bawl Gwyn hears Melody tell her that she will be a proper little girl from now on.

Before she knows it Gwyn finds herself in a cold house, her tunic stripped from her. She is then lifted and dropped into a bubble bath, where all three of her friends scrub her clean.

She is dried and placed before a mirror. To her surprise her hair is no longer short, but long and curly, just as it was the first time she was eight. Her face is also a shock to her, so strange, yet so familiar. She yelps in pain as her locks are brushed, the tangles she hated so much as a child hurting her again. She watches as her hair is tied into two pigtails by Rachael, who had been wearing the same just moments before.

Glancing down at her chest Gwyn is dismayed to see how flat it is. She’d never had much to begin with but now it just reinforced the depressing truth. She doesn’t resist as the women dress her, placing a pink dress even frillier and brighter than the ones they had been wearing. Finally, Angela hands her a doll which she reluctantly accepts.

Rachael then takes her hand and leads her to what is obviously a playroom. In the center is the same table, with three different little girls sitting there. One of them speaks up, calling Rachael mommy.

“Yes honey, this is your new friend, Gwynny,” Rachael replies, sitting Gwyn at the table.

Gwyn meekly says hi, not wanting to be here. The girls are friendly but she has no interest in what they have to say. She wants to run and play, not be proper. It doesn’t help either that her three former friends keep standing over the table, fussing over all the girls. She feels so very small and completely out of control of her life.

After drinking another cup of tea, Gwyn finds herself burping again.

“Little girls say ?excuse me’.” Melody breaks in, still obsessed with manners.

Gwyn snaps. In one final act of defiance she shouts “No! I don’t have to if I don’t wanna. I’m already a grown up! I can play where I want, dress how I want and cut my hair how I want! Now leave me alone!”

There is a murmur of disappointment from the women and finally Rachael speaks up. “I see. No cares or responsibilities for you. Alright Gwynny, you can have all that back if you want; the short hair too.”

Gwyn smiles, happy that they understand. It is only another moment however before she burps again, and her pretty dress becomes loose. Shocked, she puts her hands over her mouth to hold the next burp in and instead a loud fart escapes her behind. She feels her shoes drop off her now dangling stocking feet.

Rachael warmly brushes her hand though Gwyn’s hair. “It’s okay Gwynny, babies don’t have to apologize.

Gwyn removes her hands for one last plea but another burp releases instead. As the gas leaves her she shrinks further and further down, her once thin hands and arms expanding with baby fat. Her dress clings to her but still one of her shoulders manages to escape the garment’s confines.

When it is over, two-year-old Gwyn stares fearfully up at the women and little girls alike. She can feel another burp coming on but with every fiber of her being manages to hold it in. Seeing her grimace and mistaking it for discomfort, Rachael picks Gwyn up and places the little one over her shoulder in the time honored tradition of mothers the world over.

It is terrifying to little Gwyn as she moves through the air but when she feels Rachael’s hand patting her back her fear reaches a new level. She tries to hold it back but despite her efforts a last, deep burp passes her lips.

As she feels her body contracting in her new mother’s arms Gwyn cries a baby’s wail. She can hear the little girls giggling, asking their mothers if they can play with the baby, dress her and feed her, use her to learn how to become mommies. She cries harder and through her tear filled eyes she sees a figure standing behind Rachael. It is Daryn and in his hands he holds a mug she knows can only be soured milk.

Reaching her little hands to him she tries to plead, beg for some but she can only cry. She somehow knows only he can save her.

He smiles and steps towards her but just as her hands are about to reach the cup a pair of large men grab Daryn. She recognizes the men as fellow bounty hunters. She tries to tell them to stop but only babbling comes from her mouth. The cup falls from Daryn’s grip and falls to the ground in slow motion, finally shattering and spilling the contents on the floor.

As Daryn is dragged off Gwyn desperately tries to escape from Rachael’s arms. To get whatever soured milk she can. Her new mother notices what she is asking for and only smiles.

Patting her baby’s back gently Rachael says “No Gwynny, mustn’t put dirty things in your mouth. If you want some milk, mommy has it fresh.

With that, Gwyn finds herself cradled in the gigantic arms as her new mommy unbuttons the top of her dress. Warm smiles cover the faces in the room as her head is lovingly moved towards her mommy’s now huge nipple. Only she knows her scream is in terror as she shamelessly wets herself in fear.