Growing Down isn't So Bad: TG Editon

Chapter 4
17 to 16: Old Face, New name

Chapter Description: With her new outfit (not to Mention some disturbing memories), our hero is ready to figure out what happens to her. Question is...what will she find?

Growing Down Isn’t so Bad:

TG Edition:

17 to 16:

Old Faces, New name

That woman was evil, pure, undoubtedly undeniable evil! She had me trying out different clothes for forty minutes, forty minutes. Ever time I would try on something she would have me do a silly mock modeling thing and then handed a different outfit to do the entire thing all over again.

It was a nightmare, one that had taken what was left of my manhood and scattered it with a hammer and threw down a bottomless pit. The worse part of the entire experience was that I was starting to actually get into it. Thankful the sale lady got bored, or decided she had enough, and become professional again. She then helped me out picked out a few outfits and I was on my way after paying for them.

So I strolled to the placed I worked wearing a pair of green Capri pants that hug my legs to much for my liking and exposed my ankles, a black tank-top with pink ram around the neck and arm hole that barely covered my navy blue sport bra, ankle socks with pink toe tips hidden under pink high-tops. I also had on a red and blue wrist band on each wrist, and a pendent in the shape of the Japanese kanji for love.

The woman even gave me a bigger bag, for the two extra outfits she helped to pick out, and took all of my boy’s cloths and said that I could cut my bill in half if I donate my old outfit. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t have it and in the end I needed to part with one of my favorite outfits, but in the end, I only paid 37 dollar and 69 cents.

I lifted that store feeling both disturbed by the sudden mood changes of the sale lady, and with a feeling that my manhood would never recovered at that moment. But I couldn’t help but feel a little better about myself as I walked into the GameStop I once looked at and took in the familiar scene before.

I looked the place which wasn’t all that different from your typical game store so I wouldn’t even go into detail about the interior. I frown when I saw the door leading to the back. If there was something that caused me to change into a girl it was no doubt there.

“Can I help you with something?” a familiar voice asked me kindly.

I looked to the counter and saw my former co-worker, Liz Matthews. If someone would see to her they would think she’s in her mid-twenties, with a refine face and the developed body she has, but they couldn’t be more wrong. See, Liz is only 17, but she was an early bloomer and that snowballed as she grown, giving her a figure that betray her true age.

And it didn’t help matter that her GameStop uniform seem a size two small for her body. I couldn’t stop the ping of jealously that shot through me as I realized that at nearly two year older then my former co-work, has a better body then me. That little thought nearly sent a good shiver down my back, especially as I realized just how jealous I was getting from natural-born female.

“Are you okay, Miss?” Liz asked me kindly, snapping out me of my thoughts.

I blinked twice and couldn’t stop the blush from exploding as I realized that I have been staring at Liz. I quickly turned around and try to cool my face. But I couldn’t, all that kept popping in my head was Liz’s figure and how jealous just looking at her made me, like I was some jealous girlfriend from one of those bad romance movies.

“What’s wrong with me?” I muttered in near hysteria, under my breath, while desperately trying to regain control over my bodily functions.

And why is this problem happening now? I spent a lot of time with that semi-crazy sales lady, and nothing like this happened before. It was almost like I was a…no, that’s just crazy. I’m not acting like some kind of hyperactive teenage girl who was secretly insecure about her own body…and yet I felt anxiety began to show its ugly head when that thought cross my mind, and I quickly began using a trick my dad show to calm myself down before I do something that I might regret later.

As I began to calm down, I also began to work things over in my head and put everything in order. It was becoming clear that more then just my body changed. I couldn’t stop myself from being jealous of a natural-born girl with a better figure then me. And it seems just the sight of Liz’s better body was enough to send me into a frenzy.

“Calm down,” I told myself sternly. “Remember, you’re a boy. No need to get worked up over something like Liz having the better figure.”

I began repeating that in my head as I turned around and looked at Liz. The second my eyes were on my former co-worker, I felt my jealous returning with a real bite. I tried to push this feeling down, constantly repeating what I just told myself. I also kept reminding myself I had a reason to be here.

“Are you sure you’re ok, Miss?” Liz asked, the concern in her voice growing just a bit.

“Yeah yeah,” I replied awkwardly and in a bit of haste, “I’m just getting over a little cold.”

“A lot of that’s going around lately,” Liz replied offhandedly. “I think one of sisters had something. Weird, that it’s going around this early.”

“Yeah…” I replied awkwardly, as I began to rub by neck, trying to heat it up as it was suddenly cold.

“So, is there anything I can help you with, Miss?” Liz asked kindly.

I was about to ask her if noticed anything strange, when a powerful shiver, just a bit weaker then the last one, went down my spine, causing my body to shudder again. My head once again went light, as my vision blurred and my hearing went out. I nearly panicked, but my senses returned quicker then the last time.

I frown when I my lightheadedness pass and I notice something off about my body. Just like before I could feel that something wasn’t right. Something about me had change, like that other time less then an hour. I just couldn’t put my finger on what was different about me. I thought about giving my body a quick examination when I heard Liz gasp softly, and I looked at her, noticing her raise eyebrow, and couldn’t help but feel unnerved by the stare she was giving me.

“Umm, is everything ok?” I asked nervously.

“It just weird,” Liz muttered, more to herself then me. “I swore I saw your face ripple just now. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, and you also seem younger then you were a moment ago.”

I should have been shock, but I couldn’t stop my breath from jumping into my throat as I went over my former co-worker’s word. This had had confirmed something that I had been dreading every since I that sale lady caught me “lying” about my age. Still I need to confirm it, and boy was I really not looking forward to that answer.

I got into my nervous pose, hoping that Liz wouldn’t catch it and somehow figure out who I truly was. “Umm, just curious, as it’s my birthday, and people are always saying I don’t look like my age,” I said awkwardly, but also trying to sound as casual as possible, “So, how old do you think I am?”

Liz suddenly looked bashful as she looked at the counter, but said, somewhat reluctantly, “Well, it’s something I’m not to proud to admit, but since it’s just us girls-” I had to fight hard to keep a deep wince in the back of my throat when she called me a girl, “-I guess I can tell you that I’m good at guessing people ages.”

And suddenly, everything made sense. When I was first hired here my boss told me to always get Liz, if I ever had uncertainty about a customer. And I was always amazed when she was able to see right whatever plot the customer had up their sleeve to get a mature rated game. I just thought she was good at seeing through things; turns out I was only partly right.

“And what do you think?” I asked, trying to keep the nervousness from my voice, and only partially succeeding.

“Well…” Liz replied reluctantly, “I thought you were seventeen when came in here, but you look more like sixteen.”

Suddenly I felt my knees go weak, but I somehow manage to keep myself from falling flat on my face. So it wasn’t just me or that crazy sale lady or thought something was different…I was getting younger!

“Miss, are you ok?” Liz asked, once more bringing me out of my thought.

I blinked three times, and took two calming breaths, to try and sturdy myself, and said, as calmly as I can, “Well, I think I have taken enough of your time up. Beside, I need go and get some things for my mother.”

I spun on my heel, and half walked, half jogged to the exit. I knew I was leaving before I can figure anything out, but that didn’t matter at the moment, I wanted to get out of here. I could feel my barely kept nerves slipping as I reached the door. I was close to the exit, when I was stopped by Liz’s friendly voice.

“You’re new here, right? So what’s your name? My name’s Elisabeth Matthews, but I like to be called Liz.”

I knew I could just leave right then and there, but something kept me glued to the floor. I always forget that Liz’s a people person and like to get to know everyone she meets. I thought about running, but that wouldn’t right, especially after all the kindness she showed me. So, with a mute sigh, I looked at Liz with forced, kind smile as I ran down the list of all the female names I knew. I know I didn’t want to have a name that started with K, to reduce the chances of being found out.

“…I’m Karen James,” I cringed mentally when I spit out that name.

Liz on the other hand just smiled and said kindly, “Nice to meet you, Karen. Hope I see you again.”

I just smiled awkwardly as I gave her a friendly wave, one she returned, and then power-walked out of the GameStop. I felt like screaming my head off. I didn’t want to draw to much attention to myself, and what do I do? I gave out a name that similar to my real name?

I quickly started to calm down, as I realized I had more important matters at hand. So, as it turns out, I not only turn into a girl, but I am also getting younger.

“I guess the real question is…what do I do now?” I asked myself.