Forever Magic

Chapter 2
A Strange Change

Ethan practically tore the panties back out of the packet. Suddenly, he knew, that was it. It hit with the clarity of waking or breathing. He was supposed to try them on. How he knew this, he didn’t know; but some unknown force was compelling him - no, ordering him, forcing him - to try them on. Even though this underwear was about three decades too small for him, let alone the wrong sex, that same unknown force was saying that these earthly limitations were not important.

He found himself unbuttoning his jeans, right there in the middle of the kitchen, slipping them down his legs with his own underwear, kicking off his shoes, and picking up the panties, he began to get the most bewildering erection he’d ever experienced. ’What the hell is wrong with me?’ he thought. Yet on with the panties, over his feet.

That’s where he finally stopped himself. But it wasn’t willpower that froze him in the act. Something even stranger than the delivery, stranger than the feeling he had felt going to open the front door, stranger than his arousal by an unknown little girl’s underwear, something genuinely strange had happened when the panties passed over his feet, and he knew why the size of the panties wasn’t going to be a problem. Something strange had happened.

No. Not strange. Impossible.

Ethan’s feet had shrunk.

He hadn’t felt a thing, but they were easily half the size they had been just moments previously. Ethan sat down quickly, these little tootsies not made for this body. He wiggled his toes and chuckled at the tickle of air moving unfamiliarly through them. This simply could not be real. He knew what he had to do next, of course, there was no stopping him reaching down and pulling the panties up a little way further.

Surely enough, when the panties passed over them, his ankles became thinner, the hair vanished. He stopped again. Touching his new soft little ankles, he felt some crazy butterflies flapping about in his stomach. It is real, he thought, he knew it was real. He pulled the panties back down and off his feet quickly and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the changes completely reversed when the garment left his body.

He toyed with the initial plan to go to work and resume this fascinating journey at the end of the day, but he knew that any plans had been thoroughly blown in the last 15 minutes. Surely no one on earth could resist what he knew needed to be done next. Once again, Ethan slipped the curious panties over his feet, over his ankles, up high over his thighs, and finally in a carefree flourish, unthinking like the dream this morning seemed, pulled them tight over his waist.

Like before, he felt nothing when the material moved across his skin. It was only when it was done - when he sat, top-heavy in his chair, felt the giddy absence between his legs - that he realised with a slight pang of horror mixed with dizzy joy precisely what he had done. He put his hand down inside the panties, between his legs and touched his little vagina with his middle finger. His finger slipped weakly, trembling, into nothing but a slit where his penis used to be. The strangest feeling. This was real all right, but it was the strangest thing he’d ever experienced.

But, Ethan realised, almost sadly - where the panties stopped, the changes stopped too. Waist upward, he was the same guy he’d ever been. He tried pulling them a little higher. A little hair disappeared from his belly and he chuckled again watching his belly button suddenly pop into an outie. But gladly though they had originally climbed his manly gams, the underwear now simply wouldn’t ride any higher. They were halfway up his new girl parts already, and pleasant a sensation though it was, he knew they weren’t going to budge any further.

After sitting a moment longer in this strange form, Ethan finally removed the panties and watched his bottom half pop back to its normal appearance. Having his penis disappear had been weird but having it come back felt even weirder, and Ethan felt yet another bizarre sensation, this one even more unexpected - the feeling that somehow, despite his most vital organ being right back where it belonged, something was missing.

Remembering that there was nothing else in the packet with the panties, Ethan felt angry. He’d experienced something surely no one else on the planet had ever experienced, but he couldn’t help wanting more. He needed the changes to be complete. He was going to be late for work if he didn’t leave soon but he cared less about that hellhole right now than ever before. All he could think of, so hard he felt his eyes began to water, all he wanted was nothing more or less than being a complete little girl. A light had been turned on in his mind.

He snapped out of it and checked the time. He could make it to work. He decided he would go. The panties would still be here when he came home. While he was at work, he would have time to think. He’d figure out what to do, and in his lunch break he would buy a whole outfit to fit the new body he was determined to transform into. He put the panties back into the packet they came in and pushed them far to the back of a drawer in the kitchen full of random bits and pieces with no place else to go. He didn’t expect anyone to break into his old house in his absence, but he still felt the unsurprising urge to hide these amazing things away.

Back at the front door Ethan once again felt that overpowering urge to go back, forget about work, but he fought it. For once he had a plan and plan he did to stick by it. With a deep breath countering all the warning this odd voice was screaming at him, he finally turned the handle and left.

On the bus ride to work, he stared at the blank faces of the other passengers and found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. He couldn’t believe what had happened in the first hour of this day which at first had appeared so grayly like any other. "Magic is real," he said to himself with a smirk, and like a child, he smiled, "I knew it!"