Confessions of a magic coin

Chapter 1
The story begins.

Chapter Description: Unusual day ahead.

Greetings to whomever have found this. You may be wondering the circumstances into which you have enquired this little trinket and letter. If you want, please read thru or just skip to the end, but bear in mind, reading this will probably save your life.

You will have to keep an open mind, let me start from the beginning.

My name is Elly I’m 29 years old, and I have a fetish with age regression, Nappies and generally most kind of transformation.

You may think this is seriously unusual and even frightening, no it does not mean I like little children or anything you would consider criminal.

A wise person once told me "Each to their own." I think she was into heavy domination or something, anyway I share a 2 bedroom house with my long term partner in the country. We struggle each month with our rent, and we sometimes argue about stupid things.

Every month we have a weekend out with our friends, nowhere noteworthy just the local watering hole. My boyfriend knows and even shares my interest in transformation. It is why we’re so right for each other. It’s not comfortable sharing that kind of information. I genuinely have found Mr right.

It is a typical existence for two human beings, so hopefully reading this will give you an insight into why you received this and why not to abuse it’s power. So let’s start on that faithful day.

It was Saturday morning. The night before has left its mark on me. I am the biggest light weight this side of the river Ooze. I can already hear my other half making a racket in the spare room.. Sleep Precious sleep. The noise, it’s stopped. I hear footsteps.

"Morning babe"

"Please just a few more minutes, I don’t want to get up, I’m unwell." I whined under the sheets, the comfiest place on earth is under the blanket in the early hours. Daniel knew this, and sometimes I think he enjoyed in tormenting me, he knows I’m not a morning person.

"Come on Hun, I have a lovely hot cup of tea for you, just the way you like it."

I could smell it, "Damn it." I thought.

Peeking my head up from under the covers, And opening my eyes ever so slightly. Letting the daylight in slowly. I saw my boyfriend, In his little blue adult onesie, smiling down at me, holding the warm cup of heaven in his hands.

Smiling weakly up at him. I shuffled my arms out of the bed and reached for the cup. "Thanks Baby" I mutters still half asleep.

*Slurp* " Mmm" I managed to moan. Daniel always knew how to make the perfect cup of tea. My eyes opened some more. "What time is it?" I asked.

"About 9.30ish" came the reply

"Why in god’s name are you up this early? Why am I up this early? Don’t you know a girl needs her beauty sleep?"

"Well I have to visit the hardware store and pick up some bits for the second room."

"Then go fetch my mother, who I assume is dying to criticize what we have managed to do so far" he chuckled.

"And you my dear, have to look for a job. I cannot babysit you forever" He smiled.

Sinking back into the bed. The realization of everything came back to me. I’ve been out of work now for a month, and the job market is bleak. We could not afford to waste another couple of months without some sort of additional income. We decided last week to make up our spare room and get a tenant in for a while. Still if, I got a job. We could use the extra room for our little kink. I’ve always wanted a nursery I thought.

"Anywho, I’ll go get changed and head off. These roads are not the best for travelling on at the moment. Will take longer than usual, with all this snow." He said with some concern

I never even heard him leave. I practically jumped out of bed and dived for the bathroom when he started stripping off out of his onesie. I did not want to see THAT, so early on in the day.

Looking myself in the mirror I must of looked a complete mess so early on. My long brunette hair was all greasy and split. My face was pale and greasy also from the night before. Turning the shower on I jumped in as quickly as possible. Heaven! The hot water was so good. I started to think to myself about what jobs I could go for. Boring. Do I have to get a job? Surely I can spend my life in he.. *Ding dong** Doorbell woke me up. "Damnit" I thought.

Turning the shower off. The sudden cold hit me. Jumping out, I quickly wrapped my head and body in the fluffy towels and made my way Downstairs.

Looking thru the peephole, I could see my local postman. Holding a parcel. His van running behind him. He did not want to be out in the snow as much as I wanted to be out of my lovely hot shower. Sliding the door open partially. I was not about to give him a show. I smiled thru the crack. He could tell I was only covering my modesty with a damp towel. "Morning" he muttered trying not to make eye contact with me. Shoving the parcel in my hand "Thanks" I meekly replied. Closing the door as soon as I could. Damn the outside was chilly. I shoved the parcel down on the chair and ran back upstairs. Back to the warm shower.

Sometime later. I crept down. Dressed for the day in my usual unemployed garments of tracksuit bottoms and a thick woolly jumper. Seeing the discarded parcel on the counter, what I had forgotten about from earlier. "I do not remember ordering anything" I thought out loud. Wondering over. It was just a small package. It would not have fitted thru the letterbox. It was no bigger than a mug. Picking it up, I carried it into the living room.

Sitting down. I looked at the stamps. Not the traditional Christmas ones you normally see this time of year. In fact, they were just downright weird. Looked like the custom ones you can get. Had the Ar archive logo background print. "How in the hell?" I muttered. Turning it over. There was no return address. Maybe it was something for my boyfriend. But the Archive does not have a shop? Well just to be I decided it was wise of me to open my laptop to the side of me up and have a quick check."Nothing. Hmm, okay this must be something from a member for my boyfriend." I thought

Still. The curiosity had gotten to me. The package does not say his name, but to the occupiers. So I opened it. Beneath the wrapping was a small cardboard box. Putting the paper to one side, I lifted the lid. Struggling with the cello tape as I usually do.

Inside was a letter and what appeared to be a dirty old coin. Not an English coin. But a strange one. I don’t know much about history or other cultures. So I could not make heads or tails of the design. So I set it next to the wrapping paper and box and looked at the note.

"Dear Member of the Ar archive. I Heidegger have chosen you to receive this wishing coin. You are probably thinking this is a set up. But I can assure you this is no joke. Before you do anything rash, I beseech you to read. Firstly, Please do not just wish. This thing is as old as it is powerful, and as such requires you to be as specific as possible. The worst possible phrase in a wish could make you more harm than good. Furthermore, I ask you not to keep it. This coin has a habit of bringing the worst out in people, and it is best to set a limit on your desires and say goodbye as soon as possible."

"You may also be wondering why I sent it to you. Well I can honestly say I never picked you. I wished the coin to choose a member of the archive. This is how I received it, and I thought it was only fitting I do the same. I have wished for all I could ever ask for, so I’m trusting the coin in its decision to choose you."

"So remember DO NOT KEEP IT. And wish responsibly"

Sliding the paper down. I looked up. "What the fuck?"

End of Chapter one.