Remember When..., by Tainted Sins

Chapter 1
Remember When...

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Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

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Remember When...

By Tainted Sins

Rebecca stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. She was twenty years old, possessed a body to die for, and was currently dressed in a French maid costume. Yes, it was Halloween, and a party had just gotten started up at the college. Of course she would arrive fashionably late, and when she did the guys had better hope their own choice of costumes weren’t too tight, or their hard-ons would all be painfully obvious.

It was a standard enough outfit, but God, her body filled it in every right way! Her large soft breasts were pressed into an outstanding cleavage that jiggled when she walked. Her long legs were highlighted by black stockings, held by a garter-belt which one could catch occasional glimpses of when she moved. Of course an even better view would be presented if she chose to bend over, the outfit was probably a size too small for her, but she knew exactly how to move in order to give the guys just enough teasing to drive them wild. It was great!

Her delight was momentarily delayed, however, as she left her room and headed downstairs. She was still living at home, with her younger sister Holly of about fourteen years, and several of her friends were camped out in the living room. They had been handed down the task of passing out candy, with their parents gone and Rebecca soon to be gone as well. None of them were happy about it, but that wasn’t HER problem.

"Gee girls, nice costumes. Really scary! Oopsie! Silly me, I forgot that’s how you always dress," Rebecca commented as she passed through the group. She just didn’t understand her sister or her chosen comrades. They were all into that icky gothic lifestyle. What was the point of that? All you ended up doing was scaring off potential boyfriends, and losing all hopes of ever being popular! And that is what’s important right? Rebecca had been head cheerleader in high school, had dozens of friends, and life had been great. College was much of the same, but her stupid sister always spoke as if that was a bad thing. Obviously, the two didn’t get along.

"Wow. How long did it take you to come up with that one Rebecca?" It was Marcy, the apparent leader of Holly’s little group. She spoke, as always, in a dry and cynical tone.

"Listen children, I’m going to be late tonight so I expect you all to put yourselves to bed on time," Rebecca answered her with a smirk. After all, who did this little Jr. High school brat think she was?

Moving towards the door, Rebecca was suddenly halted by Marcy standing up and getting in her way. "I don’t like how you always treat us. You’ve been a stuck up bitch ever since I’ve met you, and I think you should apologize!"

Rebecca looked DOWN at the little eighth grader dressed in black and wearing lipstick of the same color. She then threw her head up into the air and LAUGHED. "Look Marcy, you may be hot shit in your little school, but around here I’m the boss, you got that?’" In order to emphasize her words she poked the girl hard in the center of her nearly flat chest, forcing her to take a step back. "Maybe when you grow some boobs, you’ll be big enough to take me on. But right now, you’re way overmatched!"

Marcy only gave her a harsh stare that sent chills tingling through her spine. "I think you should reconsider. After all, it is Halloween. A night when anything could happen..."

"Don’t even bother with your little threats LITTLE girl! You may be able to bully seventh graders around, but I’m not scared of you. Not in the least." Ha! That ought to teach the little twerp, Rebecca thought to herself. And if not, she wasn’t above throwing her over her knee and giving her a sound spanking to teach her some manners. After all, cheerleading builds up quite a bit of strength, and besides being a lot younger, Marcy was also really thin, as is the style with such groups.

"I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong Becky. Remember when you were five, how scared you were of girls like us?"

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Rebecca asked, but was unheard as the other three girls in the room, one of which was her sister, all began to chant "What was, will be again." Over and over.

"Yes," Marcy said with an evil smile as she saw a confused expression form across the twenty year old’s face. "I think you are absolutely terrified of us. Just like a little prissy five year old would be."

Rebecca felt strange. And then she felt a sudden case of nervousness which soon exploded into full blown fear. The girls around her looked so intimidating. All wearing black, and painted up like monsters. Not only that, but Rebecca was now certain any one of them could beat her up, and the way they were dressed, she doubted they would hesitate to do so if she upset them.

Marcy could see the panic in the older girl’s face. She knew nothing else had changed...yet. Rebecca still had her adult mind, but it was muddled by the fear of a child. "So you think you can take us on, ’eh?" She suddenly asked in a threatening voice, getting up into Rebecca’s face. "You want to fight?"

"N-no!" Rebecca cried, taking a step back. Why was she so scared of them all of the sudden? She didn’t know, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. "I-I’m sorry! P- please don’t hurt me!"

"I should punch you right now for being such a bitch!" Marcy screamed at her while holding her fist up.

"Nooooo!" Rebecca howled. She was so scared her knees began to shake. "P-please d-don’t hit me!" She quivered out in a shaky voice, and as she did she suddenly felt a warmth spreading down below. She realized she was peeing herself. The fear had been too great, she just couldn’t keep control.

All the girls laughed as they saw the yellow liquid running freely down the black stockings. "Did someone just ruin her nice new expensive silk panties?" Her sister asked, giggling.

Rebecca was still wetting herself when she got down on her hands and knees. "Please just leave me alone, okay? I’m sorry for being mean! Please don’t hurt me!" She pleaded, groveling in a puddle of her own urine.

"Look at the big bad twenty year old. Not so tough now are you?" Marcy sneered. "But if you really want to get out of this without getting beat up, I suggest you start kissing some ass. Literally." With that Marcy turned around, bent over, hiked up her long black dress, and pulled down her cotton panties, mooning the frightened twenty year old.

Rebecca stared up at the young, naked bottom of her old rival and swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe it! How had they done this to her?! She had been bossing them all around a minute ago, and now she was actually considering kissing the girl’s ass?!

"Do it!" Marcy shouted, interrupting Rebecca’s thoughts.

This jolted her into action, and soon she had her lips pressed on the soft backside. Giving little angel kisses over and over again as she mumbled out apologies for being such a bitch, and pleading to be left alone.

"Now french it!" Marcy demanded.

Rebecca was crying now as she stuck her tongue into another girl’s butt, still trying to moan out garbled apologies.

"Alright, enough," Marcy said, turning back around and covering her modesty.

Rebecca could only lay there crying. She couldn’t believe she had let all these laughing fourteen year olds use and humiliate her like this.

"Now what was it you were saying about my boobs?" Marcy questioned, staring down at the sobbing form.

"Nothing!" Rebecca choked out.

"No, I remember it quite clearly. You were making jokes about them being too little weren’t you?"

Rebecca shook her head furiously back and forth.

"Yes you did. You think it’s a big laugh to make fun of girls with little breasts. But remember when you were in the seventh grade and you had to stuff your bra because yours were so small?"

Again the chanting came from the other girls. "What was, will be again." Over and over. Rebecca’s eyes grew wide as she realized what was happening. They were casting some sort of spell on her! She didn’t want to look, but she couldn’t help it. Staring down at what used to be an impressive cleavage she saw only mounds of toilet paper stuffed down the front of her costume.

"No, no, no, no!" She sobbed as she began to pull the tissue out and throw it on the floor. It seemed endless! She kept pulling and pulling, until finally she got down to her real chest, which wasn’t much. Just a couple of swollen bumps. The breasts of a thirteen year old girl, looking even more pathetic on a twenty year old body.

"It looks like someone needs to go back to wearing training bras." Marcy smirked.

"How are you doing this?!" Rebecca cried out, both hands clutching at her small tits.

"Haven’t you guessed yet deary? You’ve just fucked with the wrong circle of witches on Halloween."

Rebecca shook her head, not wanting to believe it. "Please help me! I look ridiculous!"

Marcy seemed to consider this for a moment and then answered. "You know, you are right. Your chest just doesn’t suit you anymore. But we can fix that. Remember when you really were only in seventh grade?" She asked, her evil grin returning.

"Noooo! That’s not what I meant!" Rebecca screamed as the chanting started again. But it was too late.

Already her wet panties were starting to feel loose. She looked down to see her stockings begin to wrinkle, and her costume seemed to be expanding all around her. She screamed and as she did her voice lost several levels of maturity. She felt a strange heaviness in her mouth, and as she explored with her tongue, she realized with horror that she was wearing braces again! It had only taken a few seconds, and she was now an awkward thirteen year old again. Younger than her little sister and a few inches shorter than Marcy!

The french maid outfit, designed for a sexy older body, now looked ridiculous on her too small and too boyish of a frame. It hung on her like a tent, and she could only sit on the ground crying in a mass of frilly black and white cloth.

"What do you think?" Marcy asked, turning to address her group of friends.

"Very nice!" Holly giggled. "But I think since my sister wants to be a maid so much, she should go up and clean my room."

Everyone seemed to agree with this so Marcy turned back to the weeping girl. "Hear that sport? Upstairs. Now!"

Rebecca didn’t know what else to do. They all seemed to have the upper hand, and now she was stuck as a little thirteen year old! She struggled with the costume, the thing nearly falling off her several times. She left her oversized shoes behind, and hulked up the stairs in way too large stockings that trailed behind her skinny legs as she walked.

Holly’s room was a pigsty. She couldn’t believe she had to clean it for the little brat! The chore was made even more difficult by her unfamiliar short limbs, and the costume she had to fight to keep on. She worked on the stupid thing for about an hour before the girls showed up to see how she was doing.

"This is pathetic!" Marcy said, glaring around the room. "This is the best you could do in an hour?"

"My clothes are too big!" Rebecca whined. "I can hardly move without something falling off!"

"Too loose ’eh? I think we can help you out there. Remember when you used to dress up as a ballerina for Halloween, instead of a maid?"

The chanting followed and once again Rebecca was crying out for them to stop. She felt her clothes suddenly become very tight, after all she had only been eight years old when she had worn this costume last. She looked down and her eyes were flooded with pink. A frilly little outfit, complete with a tutu and tights. Unfortunately, it was still sized for an eight year old and could barely contain her thirteen year old body. Her small breasts now strained the material, and she felt like one wrong move would cause the whole thing to rip.

"Anymore complaints?" Marcy asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Rebecca said nothing, not wanting to make it any worse. But that happened without any help on her part.

The doorbell rang, and the familiar sound of children calling out "Trick or treat!" filled their ears. The next thing she knew, the girls were commanding her to take care of it and rushing her down the stairs.

When Rebecca opened the door to pass out candy the three boys of about ten all started laughing at the amusing sight. "Listen you little brats, get out of here before I-"

"Rebecca!" Marcy shouted from behind her, cutting her off. "That’s no way to talk to these nice young men! After all, remember when you used to get crushes on ten year old boys."

The chanting was barely noticed as Rebecca felt her heart stop. The one boy dressed as a ninja was so cute! She couldn’t believe she was dressed like this in front of him! He must think she was the biggest dork.

"Boys, would you mind taking Becky here trick or treating with you for a little while. I’d be willing to throw in an extra bag of candy."

The one dressed as the ninja eyed Marcy skeptically. He had noticed the strange looks the girl in the weird costume had suddenly started giving him. But a whole bag of candy was hard to pass up so he reluctantly agreed.

Rebecca stepped out in the cold night air feeling very exposed. She had the mind of a twenty year old, the body of a thirteen year old, and she was going trick or treating wearing the costume of an eight year old. What could be worth such humiliation? The kid, she soon discovered, was named Robert. He was just so dreamy, she would do anything to be around him! Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to share her affections. She ended up trailing behind the three boys, laughing at whatever jokes they might make, but mainly being ignored. She felt like such a retard going up to all the houses to collect candy, and getting unusual stares from those who threw it in her paper bag she had been supplied with.

The worst came though, when she dropped a piece of candy and called for the boys to wait. They turned around impatiently watching her as she bent over to retrieve it. With a loud rip, the backside of her costume tore open revealing most of her young behind. The giggling from the onlookers caused her to start to cry, she couldn’t believe the boy she liked so much was laughing at her! She couldn’t stop sobbing so the boys decided it would be best to take her home.

Marcy had the boys wait in the living room while she took Rebecca into the kitchen and had her explain, in between sobs, what had happened. The main problem, she confided, was that Robert didn’t seem to like her.

"Well of course he doesn’t like you!" Marcy exclaimed as the other girls came in, after getting the boys settled with a bowl of candy. "You are too old for him."

"But I want him to be my boyfriend!" Rebecca cried.

"We can help you with that. We will just turn you into a little girl again."

"But I don’t want to be a little girl!"

"Well, I guess we can just send Robert home then..."

"No!" Rebecca protested. "Okay, okay, turn me into a little girl."

Marcy smiled. "Remember when you used to be able to fit into that costume."

The chanting came and Rebecca felt the ripped ballerina outfit loosen and become comfortable again. Her breasts receded completely into her chest, and her pubic hair vanished. Her body shrank and so did her voice. Within moments she had been reduced to the body of an eight year old.

Marcy then used the spell to get the smiling girl dressed in something that wasn’t ripped. A pair of children’s cotton panties, a white dress with pink flowers and matching pink frilly socks, all complete with a set of pigtails.

Ready for love Rebecca followed the now much older girls out into the living room to meet the waiting boys. She smiled and was about to say something when Robert cut her off.

"Hey, who’s the little kid?"

Suddenly Rebecca realized her mistake. They had gone back too far! She was now eight years old while Robert was ten! A two year difference wasn’t that big of deal when you are older, but as kids it is huge!

"You did this on purpose you stupid witch!" Rebecca screamed as she kicked Marcy in the shin.

"Why you little brat!" Marcy howled in response, pulling the now helpless girl to a chair and over her lap.

Rebecca kicked and cried as she felt her dress pulled up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. Her little bottom was exposed to the boy she loved. It was humiliating! But worse yet was when the spanking started. Marcy, her little sister’s obnoxious friend, was now spanking her tender rear and all Rebecca could do was cry like a little girl.

Eventually her undies were pulled back up, but she was still held down over the lap, with her dress up over her head. "Crying like a little baby. I don’t think you deserve to wear these cute little panties. If you are going to act like a baby, you should be wearing diapers."

Rebecca shook her head and squirmed in protest but it was no use.

"Remember when you had to wear diapers Becky? You had to wear diapers because you couldn’t control what came out of that cute little bum bum of yours."

Rebecca continued to kick her legs, but as she did, she felt her panties begin to thicken with the growing chanting. It wasn’t long before she was laying there, wearing nothing but an oversized pair of pampers.

The boys giggled at the sight of an eight year old girl reduced to wearing diapers again. Of course Rebecca cried. She cried as she helplessly pooped in her pants, and she cried when Marcy had Robert change her.

She laid there completely naked with her legs in the air as the boy she loved wiped her butt. Eight years old and totally helpless.

"Kind of brings back memories doesn’t it Rebecca?" Marcy asked, standing over her with a grin. "Remember when you had to go through this several times a day because you really were a little baby in both body and mind?"

Rebecca screamed, and the chanting began again.

The End

 

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