The Story Request

Chapter 1
The Story Request

The Story Request

By Tainted Sins

Máire sat at her computer typing the various details of one of her fantasies.

This was so exciting! She had recently discovered an author online who had

agreed to put her into one of his stories. That may not seem like a big deal to

most girls, who had both men and women alike lining up on the internet to

fulfill their every desire, but Máire’s fantasy was a little bit...different. In

short, she had a few fleeting dreams of age regression. Of course there were

other things that turned her on. Her girlfriend to name one. But it was a treat

to finally have this one explored in such a personal way.

Type, type, type. She would pause to think, then type some more. The letter

quickly expanded into various likes and dislikes as well as some general

information about herself. The guy had seemed a little odd in his first

response, perhaps a little full of himself, but given the type of fiction he

wrote, it was to be expected.

Before long it was finished. A quick reread brought no errors to her attention,

so with a smile she clicked ’send.’ This was so cool!

* * *

One Week Later

The story had come and gone. A cute little plot that implied that her e-mail

would actually cause a real life regression sometime in the future. It had been

fun, but was soon forgotten in the passing days.

It was early morning. Máire was lying in her bed in a state of half-sleep, where

the dreams still come. It was peaceful. A time of rest that makes you dread the

coming of a new day. Perhaps she would just stay there forever, she thought to

herself contentedly. That is, until the voices came.

They were soft. Too loud to be a thought, and too soft to be a whisper. They

danced in her head in sing song melodies. The voices of little girls, all

carrying the same Irish accent that Máire boasted.

’Máire wants to be a little girl! Máire wants to be a little girl!’ The voices

taunted in unison. Over and over, until a single voice rose above them,

silencing all others.

’It’s okay Máire, we understand.’ The child explained sympathetically. ’It’s

hard to be all grown up. We want to help you.’

’We want to help you Máire! We want to help you!’ The other voices echoed.

Máire tried to explain that it was just a fantasy, that she really didn’t want

to be a little girl, but her voice failed her.

’We want you to sleep like a baby Máire. From now on, you will sleep like a

baby.’ The child coaxed.

’Sleep like a baby Máire! Sleep like a baby!’ The voices echoed.

Máire knew something was wrong. She tried to fight it as the voices sang

hypnotically inside her head. Over and over they told her to sleep like a baby,

and no matter how hard she tried to resist, she felt herself slipping away, and

soon she did just that.

* * *

Máire woke up with her thumb in her mouth. Her lips wrapped firmly around it to

form a pouty expression as she absently sucked away. Her eyes popped wide open

as she realized what she was doing, but she couldn’t quite remove the appendage.

The situation was somewhat frightening, and somehow sucking her thumb helped to

comfort her.

As she got her bearings she realized she was still in her bed, but curled up in

an unusual fetal position. But there was something else wrong. Her body was

still perfectly intact, she could see her large white breasts clearly from her

vantage point. After the strange dreams she had been having all night, that came

as a relief, but still...she just felt something wasn’t right. Shifting around

under the covers she thought about it. She was cold, and the covers weren’t

helping. Then it hit the twenty-two year old.

She had wet her bed while she was sleeping.

Her heart stopped. She didn’t want to believe it, but it was painfully obvious.

The lower region was soaked. Máire had let it all flow in the middle of the

night, not holding back one drop, and she hadn’t even felt a thing.

This fact did well to send her jumping out of bed. She stood there, looking down

at the large stain she had left on her sheets. Then suddenly she realized she

was still sucking her thumb and forced herself to remove it. What was happening

to her? She had felt so weird in bed...almost like a little kid. But now that

she was up it was starting to pass.

Telling herself that it had just been a case of reading a little too many

stories on the internet, Máire grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a bra and

sloshed off towards the bathroom. Her bottom felt soggy and wet as she walked.

She was miserable. But, she decided, nothing to do now but move on and try to

forget about it.

Standing naked in front of the mirror she examined herself...just to be sure.

Everything looked normal. Her slender body remained at its proper height of

5’5’, with all her womanly curves in their proper places. Blue eyes and dark

hair reflected in the glass with confident maturity. An image that any man would

kill for, and yet no man could touch. It was all as it should be.

All that was left was a shower to wash away the memory, and the smell, and she

could put this whole incident behind her. Reaching for the knob that would bring

hot water into her world she was suddenly bombarded by those same voices from

her dream.

’Little girls don’t take showers Máire! Little girls don’t take showers!’

’Take a bath like a little girl Máire! Take a bath like a little girl!’

Over and over they sang, almost beyond memory. The words not quite there, but

forced to be acknowledged. Máire was wondering what was going on when she

realized she had started to fill the tub up. She knew she should resist, but the

water just looked so inviting.

She sat there stiffly at first, but as the water started to rise, something

began to overcome her. It was an unfamiliar sense of fun. The sight of childhood

where everything becomes a game. A giggle escaped her lips. She suppressed it.

Then another came. She knew she was acting like an idiot, but the bathtub now

seemed like such a fun place to be! Pretty soon the naked woman was splashing

and laughing in a sort of innocent joy.

Máire pretended she was a mermaid princess first. Putting her bare legs together

to form a fin, she splashed up and down as she imagined herself sailing through

the ocean, creating quite a mess in the process. The best part came when the

sexy Queen rescued her from the evil pirates and she sat there smooching her arm

pretending it was her lips. She liked having such an adult looking body. Her

boobs made her feel all pretty and stuff, like a real grown up!

It had been a blast! But eventually the game came to an end. With her toes and

fingers starting to wrinkle, Máire climbed out of the tub in search of more fun.

The moment she did though, a wave of clarity seemed to wash over her. Her eyes

took in the bathroom that was now covered in water that she had splashed around.

What was her problem today?! She had been acting like a little kid!

Something was definitely off, and Máire seriously considered canceling her plans

to go to the mall today. But she did need to pick up a couple of things, and the

fresh air would probably do her good. Yes, she just needed to get out of here,

she told herself. Máire really didn’t like to be around people very much, but

today it would probably be a blessing. She didn’t know how wrong she was.

Standing in front of the closet she selected a simple black dress, nylons, and a

pair of matching high heels. Perhaps a little more dressy than usual, but after

the episode in the bathroom she felt like presenting herself as a grown woman.

Makeup and hair came next. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she made a

few quick decisions and then reached for her weapon of choice. Her hand froze

just before grabbing the comb as the voices returned.

’Little girls don’t know how to put on makeup Máire! Little girls don’t know how

to put on makeup!’

’You have the fashion skills of a little girl Máire! You have the fashion skills

of a little girl!’

She shook her head in confusion. Her brain felt fuzzy. She could only vaguely

remember the voices as everything started to clear. Telling herself to snap out

of it, she felt herself start to regain control. Yes, that was the answer! She

had just been allowing her mind to wander too much today. But it was her mind,

and if she told it to calm down, it would be forced to do so. With a smirk she

muttered to herself. ’So much for funny voices.’

When she looked back up, all these tubes, bottles, and brushes stared back at

her. There were so many of them! Her eyes squinted in confusion as she read all

the different labels. What was she suppose to do with them all? It was then that

Máire realized she didn’t know the first thing about makeup anymore.

But that was impossible!

She told herself it wasn’t true, that she was just being paranoid. Not wanting

to accept the reality of the change, she began grabbing various cosmetics and

applying them to her face. Her uncoordinated hands caked on too much lipstick,

half of it missing her lips entirely and creating a red O shape around her

mouth. Too much misplaced blush, too much misplaced eyeliner. By the time she

was finished she looked like a clown, but her mind now lacked the judgement to

tell her this.

Satisfied, and with a head of hair that was still a mess, Máire decided it was

time to go. Her legs felt very wobbly as she tried to walk in heels. It was odd,

because it really wasn’t a very high pair. But sure enough, Máire was forced to

hold onto the wall several times in order to keep her balance. It was as if she

had never worn shoes like this before!

She felt ridiculous, but once again she told herself it was all in her head. She

just needed to get a hold of herself, and she certainly was not going to let

some stupid dream get the better of her! And so, stubbornly, Máire headed to the

mall on unsure legs.

* * *

Máire couldn’t believe how difficult it was. She just felt so awkward! The

low-cut dress felt strange, her shoes felt strange, her bra felt very strange.

It was as if it were her first time wearing women’s clothes and she didn’t like

it one bit. Why couldn’t she have just picked out a pair of pants and some

tennis shoes? Or at least a more conservative dress. That at least would have

been comfortable. But why was her current outfit causing so many problems? She

felt like a little kid playing dress up, which had been fine, and kind of fun at

home, but out in public was a different story.

The stares from strangers didn’t help either. They were divided mainly between

two kinds. First the women, who stared at her botched makeup job. Then there

were the guys, who glanced at the botched makeup job and then stared at her

chest. Both bothered her. The first was understandable, but the second was

confusing. Although she didn’t date men, she had grown use to their drooling. Or

at least she thought she had. Now as they watched her she felt like some kind of

freak. Like an early bloomer in grade school who gets teased about her bra size

all the time.

Everything else was normal though. Her thoughts were clear, her body looked

great. It was just that all her experience with women’s fashion had somehow been

lost, and she was back to trying to learn it all over again. The experience was

traumatic enough that Máire decided that home just might be the best place for

her at the moment. At least until she could figure things out. But her stomach

had different plans.

She hadn’t eaten yet today and as she walked past the fast food section, the

smells were just too tempting. Besides, she had already made a fool out of

herself, she might as well be a fool with a full belly.

Standing in line, waiting to order, Máire looked over the menu indecisively.

Hmm...so much to choose from. What to have? What to have?

’Little girls don’t know how to read Máire! Little girls don’t know how to

read!’

’You have the education of a little girl Máire! You have the education of a

little girl!’

Did she just hear something? Her mind had been wandering again. But the smell

soon overcame the mystery, and she went back to contemplating her potential

meal.

Máire stared up at the sign for a minute.

And then a minute longer.

Her eyes squinted, her head strained at the effort. But it was no use.

Máire gasped in horror as she realized she no longer knew how to read.

She could make a couple of letters out if she tried, but putting them together

in any logical order was simply impossible. But how had this happened? What was

wrong with her?!

’Can I take your order?’

Oh no! She was next. What was she going to do? The people behind her were

already complaining, and telling her to hurry it up. The frustration built until

finally she shouted at the innocent woman behind the counter. ’I don’t want to

be a little girl!’ And with that she ran out, nearly tripping over her own two

feet as she did so.

Clomp, clomp, clomp. Her heels propelling her at a much slower speed than she

desired through the mall. Something strange was going on. It was now too obvious

to deny anymore. This had entered into the realm of the supernatural, something

she was familiar with as a scholar of magick. Now that she concentrated she

began to force the vagueness from her mind. There had been voices hadn’t there?

Things she had heard and held onto only for a moment before forgetting. They had

told her things. But what? She remembered her wet bed at home, and the even

wetter bathroom. Her lack of proficiency with makeup, her newfound illiteracy.

What was happening to her? She had said it herself to the cashier without even

thinking about it. I don’t want to be a little girl.

Oh no! The story! It was all happening exactly like that story the man had

written about her on the internet with only a few altered details. In his story,

it had only taken three days for the changes to start, and there had been a few

mistakes involving her personal life. But other than that.... Other than that,

it meant she was changing into a little girl!

BAM!

In her oblivious stumbling Máire had somehow managed to bump right into a girl

who looked about fourteen. Her and her group of friends were all dressed in the

latest in expensive fashion. They were obviously the stuck up popular crowd at

their school, but at this stage in their lives they looked somewhat ludicrous

wearing clothes designed to show off what they didn’t quite have yet.

’Watch it, you stupid bitch!’ The assaulted girl piped up rather rudely to her

friends’ amusement. Enjoying the attention she continued before Máire could get

out her intended apology. ’I realize you must have a really important birthday

party to rush off to in that clown makeup, but if you don’t know how to walk in

heels maybe you shouldn’t wear them.’

Máire was normally not a mean person, preferring to keep to herself, but she

couldn’t believe the gall of this little brat! Besides that, the insults hit a

nerve, and she was having too bad of a day to be nice about it. ’At least I can

fill out my clothes,’ She pointed out with a smirk, as she looked down at the

girl and poked her in her small chest.

The girl was fuming! Her face was bright red with both anger and embarrassment.

’Fuck you! A lot of good it does you when you come out in public looking like

that! You look like a freak!’ She screamed.

Máire was completely calm, which only infuriated her rival more. She knew how to

handle people like this, and she fully intended to put this girl in her place.

But as she opened her mouth to retort, the familiar songs began dancing through

her brain.

’Little girls don’t know how to stand up for themselves Máire! Little girls

don’t know how to stand up for themselves!’

’You feel like a little crybaby Máire! You feel like a little crybaby!’

Suddenly Máire felt very small and frightened. She didn’t like being called a

freak, and she was scared that these girls might try and beat her up or

something. Her eyes started to tear up, and she tried to stop from humiliating

herself, but they were being so mean to her! Pretty soon the twenty-two year old

began to cry like a little girl in front of all the shocked Jr. High school

kids.

But their confusion didn’t last long, and pretty soon they were all laughing.

’Hey! Look at the big bad woman now! Did we hurt your tender wittle feelings?’

The girl taunted.

Máire couldn’t take it. In a fit of sobs she pushed past the crowd of laughing

girls and ran off. She ran and ran and ran. Hoping to be far away from those

mean kids. When she didn’t think she could run anymore, she vanished into the

nearest Lady’s Restroom.

Luckily no one was in there, not that it would have changed anything. She

couldn’t stop crying, she could only stand there staring into the mirror at the

wreck she had become. The makeup that had already been a mess was now running

down her cheeks as she blubbered uncontrollably like a kid who had just received

a spanking.

’It’s time Máire! It’s time!’ The voices taunted.

’Your going to be a helpless little girl Máire! You’re going to be a helpless

little girl!’

’Nooo!’ Máire whined. ’I don’t want to be a kid again!’

’You’re too scared to fight it Máire! You’re too scared to fight it!’

’Just stand there and stupidly suck your thumb Máire! Just stand there and

stupidly suck your thumb!’

Máire was so scared. She cried louder as the implications of what was happening

sunk in. She sobbed and sobbed, but the only comfort she could find was placing

her thumb in her mouth as she started sucking away, staring into the mirror.

The change began as a sinking in her stomach. This was it. The twenty-two year

old was quickly being reduced to a small child. She could feel the years fading

away. Her body grew slightly firmer, slightly thinner, with a touch of innocence

spreading across her face. It had taken her so long to reach this point in her

life, but in only a few moments the time vanished. Máire was only eighteen years

old again. Back to being a high school student, and she looked it. But it wasn’t

done yet.

The sinking feeling got worse. Like speeding down a steep hill of a roller

coaster. Her nylons began to wrinkle as she started to get shorter, and her legs

started to get skinnier. She sucked her thumb harder as she felt her breasts no

longer quite filling her C cup bra. Her face exchanged the sexy maturity of a

senior for the cute innocence of a freshman. She was now only sixteen years old,

in a dress that didn’t quite fit anymore.

Puberty cruelly left her as the years continued to slip away. At thirteen she

was skinny and awkward. Máire watched as her once impressive cleavage sank away

under her dress and left her bra hanging on little more than a pair of pink

puffy nipples. As her hips narrowed, and her ass became boring and boyish, she

felt her panties lose their grip and fall to the floor. A tingle signaled a

change from below as her pubic hair began to fade away, finally vanishing

completely, and leaving a prepubescent eleven year old girl staring in the

mirror.

The rest of the change was a blur. Her dress became looser and piled on the

floor as she became smaller and smaller. Her voice had lost all traces of

adulthood, and was now a high pitched squeal as she continued to sob. More

weight was lost as she slipped further and further into childhood. She wasn’t

sure when the increasingly large and loose clothing caused her to lose her

balance, but she soon fell over onto her little heinie where she continued to

cry.

She didn’t know how long the rest of the transformation took, but when the

sinking feeling finally stopped Máire opened her eyes to find that she was only

five years old.

The once beautiful woman got up to her now much shorter legs, leaving her

mountain of clothes behind. She stood there naked and pathetic, staring down at

herself. Her chest was now as flat as a little boy’s, and her bare bottom was

much the same story. In fact the only private part she now possessed that

testified to her sex, was the bald little pink pussy that rested between her

small and unsure little legs.

It was completely humiliating! And what made it worse, was that everything

seemed so big and scary now. Nothing was within easy reach and she was all alone

in a strange place. The fear of a child welled up inside her and pretty soon she

was crying again. There was no doubt now, except for her memories, Máire was now

nothing more than a frightened little girl.

A noise from just outside the door interrupted her self pity. A lot of girls

talking and giggling were coming this way. Panic. She had to do something! There

was no time to try and lug any of her old clothes with her, so, naked as the day

she was born, Máire scurried over to the nearest stall, shut and locked the

door, and sat on the toilet with her dangling feet no longer even touching the

ground.

’Can you believe the nerve of that lady? I mean, she bumps into me and then cops

an attitude like that!’

’Well you sure put her in her place Melissa! Sent her off crying like a little

baby.’

’Ya! That was so cool!’ The others agreed.

Oh no! It was the girls from before! Máire couldn’t let them see her like this!

’Hey, what’s all this crap lying on the floor?’

’Aren’t those the clothes that woman was wearing?’

’Hey ya! You’re right. But if her clothes are here, where is she?’

Máire could almost feel all their eyes turning towards her stall. Footsteps

approached, and she tried to stay quiet but a few sniffles, caused from her

previous crying, gave her location away. At least the door was lock.

Máire’s heart sank as she watched one of the girl’s hands easily reach over the

stall door and unlock it. There was nothing she could do except sit there

stupidly as the door swung open and her sexless naked body was revealed to all

who cared to look.

’Hey, who’s the kid?’ One of the girls questioned as they all examined her.

’And what’s she doing in the bathroom naked? I think you are a little young to

be showing off your body hon,’ A second commented.

But the one she had bumped into was quicker than the others. She looked at the

clothes laying on the ground, and then she looked to the naked child. ’Wait a

minute! Look at her face. It’s the lady we bumped into!’

The others stared at Máire in momentary surprise, until recognition started to

spread across their faces. ’You’re right! But what happened to her?’

’Who cares!’ The leader said philosophically. ’All that matters now is that it

is pay back time.’

Máire was both terrified and humiliated as she stared up at all the wicked grins

looking down at her. They were all so big! As much as she hated to believe it,

she was now under the complete control of this group of demented fourteen year

olds.

’Did the little girl lose her precious boobs that she was so proud of?’ The

leader mocked as she leaned over and poked Máire in her now very flat chest.

’And you said I needed to fill out!’

’Please just love me alone,’ Máire pleaded. She hated begging in front of these

teenagers, but she was just so scared....

’I’m afraid that’s not possible,’ The leader informed her. ’You see, you’ve been

a bad little girl. And bad little girls have to be punished.’

’No! Please!’ Máire squealed in her high pitched voice as the girl grabbed her

by the arm and forced her up off the toilet.

The five year old was dragged out of the stall and forced face first up against

the sink, with her bare bottom sticking straight out. She felt so exposed! But

she was powerless to do anything about it, with the fourteen year old easily

holding her in place with one hand. Máire began to whine as her tiny body began

to squirm and wiggle in an attempt to break free, but she was quickly silenced

as she felt a painful swat on her naked rear by the girl’s free hand.

Máire’s whole body stiffened with surprise, and her eyes began to swell with

tears just in time for the second blow to strike. Then the third, then the

forth, over and over. Slap, slap, slap. She couldn’t believe it! She just

couldn’t believe it. She had been a strong and powerful twenty-two year old. Now

she was just a little kid. Naked and helplessly being spanked by a bunch of

giggling teenage girls. They all took their turns with her tender behind. At

first she tried to be strong, but it just hurt so much, and her emotions were

now so fragile. What happened was inevitable.

’Waaaaahahaha! Stop it! Stop it! Waaaaah!’

They all laughed as the five year old broke down. The girls had never

experienced so much power over an enemy before, and they were intent on abusing

it. The worst came when Máire heard one of the girls shout out ’I know! Let’s

throw her into the Men’s Room!’

’Nooooo!’ Máire shouted, dragging her feet as they pulled her towards the door.

Her free hands were crying out to rub her now aching bottom, but instead she put

them to work trying to grab onto anything she could. It was a useless struggle.

Máire could feel the cool breeze on her exposed skin as the door was pushed open

and she was pulled out into public view. But the bathrooms were tucked off to

the side, and so no one came to the screaming child’s aid as she was pushed

towards the dreaded door with a word printed across it that she could no longer

read.

She was forced through hard, and she let out a yelp of pain as she fell

backwards onto her already sore rear. But the panic made her fast, and she

managed to scramble to her feet just in time to have the door slammed in her

face. She could hear giggling from the other side as she tried to push her way

out. But it was no use. They were holding the door shut.

It didn’t take long for several guys to come and investigate the ruckus they

were all making. Máire felt a deep red embarrassment flood over her as several

pairs of male eyes rested upon her nude form as she pounded uselessly on the

door.

One concerned gentleman approached the crying child, and considered the

situation. A moment later he reached up and with a heave forced the door open.

All the girls looked up at him in surprise as he sent them off running with a

few scolding shouts. ’This is not funny girls! Get out of here before I drag all

of you in here to show you how it feels!’

Máire was left huddling on the floor crying as a group of guys all looked down

at her wondering what they should do.

’She must be lost. I’ll take her to the security desk and have them page her

Daddy,’ The man who had chased the teens off answered their unspoken questions.

Shrugging, and uninterested in a girl with no curves, the group disbanded and

went off about their business.

’Come on sweety, let’s go get you some clothes and then we’ll find out where you

belong.’ The man said with a smile.

As much as she didn’t like it, Máire realized it seemed to be her only option.

The world now seemed so big, and she doubted she could get home by herself.

Shyly, she accepted his hand and he helped her up. He seemed nice enough, but it

was almost too much to stand, being exposed like this in front of a guy.

’What’s your name sweetheart?’

’I’m Máire,’ She answered nervously.

’Well, what a cute little accent you have Máire. Are you from Scotland?’

She shook her head. ’Ireland,’ She corrected.

’Well isn’t that nice. Now then, how about we go get that little behind of yours

covered up, hmm?’

Máire could only nod.

Unfortunately, as it turns out, the nearest store that contained a children’s

section was halfway across the mall. With no coverage on hand, little Máire was

forced to make the journey through the crowds completely naked. And to make it

even worse, the man insisted that she keep a good hold of his hand so that she

didn’t get lost again.

Blushing madly, five year old Máire was forced to endure stares and all sorts of

humiliating comments as the people passed.

’Ohhh! Isn’t she precious!’

’Oh yes! Just look at that cute little bum bum!’

’Man! That chick needs to grow some tits before she goes walking around in the

buff!’

’Looks like somebody had an accident. They should probably carry a spare change

of clothes if she is prone to wetting herself like that.’

On and on it went. It seemed like it would never end, and when they finally

reached the store it didn’t get much better. The saleswoman gushed over her,

saying she was the sweetest thing she had ever seen. Clothes were picked out

without allowing her any say in the matter, and as it turns out, the saleslady

had to help her get dressed, as she soon found she was having problems with it.

Máire stood in the dressing room as the saleswoman pulled a pair of girl’s

cotton undies up her skinny legs with ’Barney and Friends’ printed across the

butt. Obviously, no bra was needed for Máire’s flat chest, and the frilly little

girl dress had a pattern that matched her panties. The shoes also had Barney on

them, and Máire was forced to ask for help when she realized she didn’t know how

to tie them.

When she was finally finished getting dressed, the man was waiting for her with

a big smile on his face. Everyone agreed she was simply adorable. Máire didn’t

know what to do. She had to get back on the internet and change back to her

normal age. Hopefully it would only take a simple request like last time and

things would start to reverse themselves. But the more she thought about it, the

more a problem began to form in her mind. What was it? She tried to think, and

then suddenly it came to her.

Máire’s eyes popped wide open as she realized with horror that she no longer

knew how to use a computer.

The End

 

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