Beware The Wish Maker

Chapter 1
Beware The Wish Maker

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Chapter Description: Beware the wish maker, what she says may not be what you expect

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Dressing back

Looking back

Stepping back

Going backwards

Make a wish, or would it be a dream of a wish? Made the wish? Maybe it will come true.

Maybe.

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"I look like a right tart" Paula Andrews thinks to herself as she examines herself in the mirror in front of her.

"A old tart trying to be that twenty something buxom eye catcher she used to be" Scowling she throws the dress, a somewhat racy red number, to the side and picks up another, a baby blue dress.

"At this rate we’ll be late" Nicole Young, one of Paula’s oldest friends, comments impatiently.

"Paula’s good at being late" Harriet Morris remarks.

"I have to take time to look good! A work of art takes time!" Paula replies sharply as she throws another dress on the pile.

"At this rate we’ll be in a museum, as fossils! Just pick something and let’s go already, we aren’t getting any younger" Nicole says, and that was true. In their mid forties neither of them was getting any younger.

"Fine, I found something, I’ll get dressed" Paula says coldly, her friends leave the bedroom as Paula gets dressed, a series of swear words coming from the bedroom in the effort.

Nicole tries not to look bored as Harriet kisses her husband, she was the only one of the three to still be married, and beckons them over to the restaurant where the four of them would be having a night out.

Nicola and Paula’s dates had cancelled at the last minute, citing that they were busy. They always gave that excuse.

Around the time of the dessert course Paula heads through to the restroom to freshen up. It was mostly an excuse to get away from Nicole’s scowl and the touchy feely routine of Harriet and her husband, as good an excuse as any really.

Just as Paula leaves the restroom after freshening up she sees someone looking at her, a woman who looked younger than her. Curious Paula walks over to her.

"Aye?" She asks. "Something wrong?" The woman shakes her head.

"No" She says, her voice sounds young, yet old at the same time. "But I may be able to help you. I see what you wish for and I can make it happen" Paula rolls her eyes, probably someone looking for attention.

"Whatever you want, I don’t have it" Paula turns away and then turns back, something compelling her to do so.

"You wish to be young again, to be beautiful again. All three of you do, but only two of you wish for it the most. The other wishes to be a mother, although her husband is unable to provide that for her. Tonight that wish will come true, for all three of you" The woman’s voice seems to captivate her and she finds herself feeling oddly small as the woman talks.

"You will dress, look and step back. After a drink" Paula nods, unable to control her actions. The woman’s voice seemed to fill her every sense.

"The one who wishes to be the mother has the drink and she will serve it, once she does the wish will begin. May your wish be everything you hope for" Paula turns away, as if willed to, and she walks back to the table. As she reaches the table she forgets all about the woman and rejoins her friends.

Near the end of the meal Harriet orders another round of drinks, and when they arrive she takes out a vial of something shiny.

"It’s a work project" She remarks as she pours the contents of the vial into three of the glasses, while her husband is away to the restroom.

"What kind of project?" Paula asks.

"A youth formula, well that’s the idea anyway. It’s probably just some kind of scam being funded by a big money corporation looking to fleece the gullible who want to live forever" Clinking their glasses together, the three women down their drinks. "But so what, not like that’s anything new" Nicole hiccups, then Paula and finally Harriet. As they do something changes, although it isn’t noticeable to anyone.

But looking at them closely they seem to lose about five years.

"Balls to the whole lot of ’em!" Nicole calls out, giggling. Another series of hiccups, another five years lost.

"And bugger ’em all!" Paula remarks, another round of hiccups, another five years lost. Bringing all three of them down to around 29 years old each. Nicole looks down and giggles.

"I think I leaked" Another giggle.

"We should wear nappies!" Harriet calls out, and as she says it their lower underwear changes, becoming thicker, more comfortable. No one notices the changes happening to the three women.

"Let’s go home and totally not get any more drunk" Another series of hiccups, but this time only Paula and Nicole seem to change, both of them dropping down four years while Harriet seems to look a little different, her breast size increases a little and a nursing bra appears in the place of her previous bra.

Neither of them notice the changes happening, they just stumble up from the table, their thick nappies rustling away, and they part stagger, part waddle out of the restaurant. Harriet’s husband completely forgotten about.

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Once they return home, a place they shared together - which had been created due to the changes - the effects of the drink have long since faded away.

Once the door is closed and locked, they strip down to just nappies and t-shirts, Harriet flopping down on a sofa and grabbing a book, while Paula and Nicole plop down on the floor.

Paula hiccups and another five years melt away, Nicole hiccups as well and the same happens to her.

"So what are we are doing?" Paula asks, she retains no memory of being older. Nor does Nicole and Harriet, it was like that life had been wiped away.

"Nothing at all" Nicole says as she gets up and wanders through to the bathroom. "Though I really need the loo" She mummers, a hand going to the small of her back as she walks into the bathroom with a slinky kind of walk.

"Use the nappy then!" Paula remarks. Nicole looks at her, grimacing.

"No way, that’s for babies like you to do" Paula pouts, as she does so another five years melt away.

"I am not a baby!" Two years melt away.

"Yes you are! Baby, baby, baby!" Nicole’s years melt away as she taunts Paula, not noticing that her feelings are changing from ’friend’ to ’sister’.

"I am not!" Another two years, then another two. Pouncing on her sister Nicole begins to tickle Paula, Paula screaming in horror and not noticing that her years are melting away until she’s eight years old, while Nicole is now around ten, her clothes having changed to more age fitting clothing, the same as Paula, as they had gone past twenty years old, Harriet’s clothing has also changed to more grown up clothing.

Harriet sighs and looks over to her two young daughters.

"I’m trying to read, maybe tone down the noise?" Paula screams from the tickling, tears streaming down her face before she feels something warm between her legs.

"Ewwww! Mum, Paula’s wet herself, she’s a baby!" Nicole cries in disgust.

"Am not!" Paula cries, embarrassed at her accident. Harriet sets her book down and gets up from the sofa, picks up Paula, who loses another few years while Nicole stops at around eight years old, and takes her through to the bedroom the two sisters share.

"Back to nappies, young lady" Harriet remarks.

"No mummy! I’m a big girl!" Two more years melt away, leaving Paula at the age of three, her clothes adjusting to match as they take on a much younger appearance, her training nappy soaked through from being tickled.

"You will be one day, sweetie" Placing Paula down on the changing mat Harriet removes Paula’s soaked pull up, wipes her clean, then after sprinkling some baby powder, takes a thick nappy and slides it under Paula’s bottom, after lifting it, sets the toddler down and brings the nappy up, fastening it and making sure it’s nice and snug.

Once satisfied she pats Paula’s padded backside and lifts her from the changing mat after disposing of the soiled pull up.

"Much better, sweetie, you’re just a baby after all" A year melts away, then several months. Paula coos happily at the comfortable feeling between her legs, she felt safe and secure with her ma ma.

"Maybe baby wants her num nums before her beddy byes" Paula babbles happily at the idea, so taking her through to the living room, Harriet undoes her shirt and unclips a cup of her nursing bra.

"Drink up, cutie, all yours" Babbling happily, Paula latches onto a nipple and suckles. As Paula drinks Nicole watches her mum feeding her baby sister.

"I hope I can do that one day" Nicole says.

"You will, dear, when you’re older and have children of your own" Harriet replies as she looks down at her baby daughter with love in her eyes.

As Paula, after her feed, burping and change following an accident, reaches up to the baby mobile over her crib, a stray thought appears in her thoughts:

"Wasn’t I grown up just a few hours ago?" Her infant mind being too young to fully understand however, the thought melts away.

On the other side of town, a mysterious woman approaches Harriet’ husband.

"So you want to know what life is like on the other side of the coin? Very well"

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"Wait a minute, that was way too quick!" Chris Peters remarks. "You call that an age regression story?" His younger sister, Janice Peters, smiles.

"Sure, best I could come up with" She replies.

"It sucks!" Janice rolls her eyes, a typical 13 year old response to her brother’s comment.

"Okay, then how about you be the one getting younger? After all you did used to be my dad until mum had enough of your lazy ways and turned you into my brother" Chris looks confused for a moment.

"What are you talking about?" He asks.

"I think I want a baby sister now" As she says those words Chris begins to shrink, his clothes adjusting as his features become softer. He feels a pinching feeling between his legs and his sister, or rather her sister, becomes taller than him.

He tries to understand what’s just happened and his sister smiles cruelly.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun" Chris, or rather Christina, gulps and feels a wetness below. "Aww, guess you really are my baby sister. Nappy time" And she laughs cruelly.

Her nappy rustling and crinkling loudly as she toddles to her mother, who for some reason a stray thought calls his wife, Christina hopes her mum will help her.

She was sure she used to be older and male, but her memories were fuzzy.

"Mum" Christina says, tugging at her sleeping mother’s arm. With a slight groan her mum wakes up.

"What is it, dear?" She asks.

"Janice put me in a nappy because she made me wet myself when she tickled me" Sitting up in bed, Christina’s mum lifts her onto the bed.

"Maybe you are a baby, sweetie. Would you like that? To not have a care in the world, to have all of your needs tended to?" As her mum speaks Christina wonders why her mother is getting larger, and why she was starting to call her ’ma ma’.

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The next day with Nicole at school, Harriet takes Paula out for a walk in her baby buggy, Paula cooing in awe at everything she’s seeing.

"Hi Laura" She says as she meets up with Laura Peters, and her adorable baby girl who is the same age as Paula.

"So she saw you too?" Laura asks.

"Aye, and I got two adorable daughters out of the deal and a return to my late twenties, you?" In her buggy, Christina gurgles happily, a rattle shaking about noisily.

"Hubby got downsized and gender switched. Easier to keep an eye on him now" Paula babbles over to Christina, who babbles back in return.

"She was worth the price" Laura nods in agreement.

"Oh did you hear about the young couple who got returned to nappies as adults? Her work, you should see them now, very cute and much less arguments from them. Although big babies are harder to care for than these tiny cuties. So what method did she grant you?" Laura asks.

"I used some sparkly water, called it a youth formula. Had to wear a nappy but that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Nicole and Paula were affected the most, Nicole’s eight again and Paula here is too cute for words" Paula responds with baby babble, not realising how well she had been tricked.

"Words, and clothing" Laura replies "Janice was great at it, she turned her dad from a man into a little girl and I did the rest" Both of them laugh at how that must have looked. "Janice even told him what was happening to Paula and Nicole, she made it sound like a story" Laura laughs again, picturing her lazy lout of a husband being reduced to the adorable infant she was now the mother of.

"I wonder who else she hit with her wishes" Harriet remarks.

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"Oh my…I’VE GOT TITS!" Harriet’s husband cries out in shock as he, or now she, wakes up in his home and sees himself in the mirror, now 22 years old and very female.

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Beware the wish maker, it might already be a trap. Happy wishing, perhaps.

 

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