Forever Magic

Chapter 3
Shopping and Experimenting

Ethan spent the morning restless, able to think of nothing but the magical underwear. They possessed his every thought, nothing mattered more to him now than losing this ugly male form completely, feeling those panties over his soft smooth skin again. But, he wondered, how was he to make their magic act on his entire body? There had to be a way, he told himself. They seemed to change whatever body part they passed over. Were there other ways to put them on?

Staring at the flickering monitor in front of him, the craziest idea suddenly hit him. It came from nowhere, just like the idea had occured earlier to put the panties on in the first place. It was more than an idea, it was a fully formed action that he knew he had to do. There was power in those panties, and he wanted that power to affect his whole body. The only answer - it was so clear to him now - was to somehow absorb this power, make the panties a part of him. The idea seemed as crazy as putting the impossibly small garment over his big masculine thighs had seemed earlier. Yet he’d followed that compulsion, hadn’t he? And hadn’t it worked?

Having had this most bizarre revelation, Ethan couldn’t stand it any longer, he needed to get home at once. He didn’t even waste time informing any of his supervisors - heck, he was so distracted these days he didn’t know who was a supervisor anymore. He simply got up and walked out of the office, leaving his bag and even his jacket on the chair behind him. Nobody noticed him leave; nobody would ever miss Ethan Alexander.

Just like he had planned, he stopped off at the first store he came to that had children’s clothing in the window. He tried to act cool, like he was a father maybe, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, but he still felt the looks while he browsed the colourful outfits, looks familiar to any single male of a certain age. He needed the whole get-up. He picked up a set of panties, all kinds of colours to choose from, a training bra since he had no idea how developed he’d be up there, some little white ankle socks, a pair of jeans which were adorably tiny, a pretty crinkled skirt, a t-shirt which said "Angel" on it, some hair grips, bracelets, and finally some little pink sneakers.

"It’s some little girl’s lucky day," the girl at the counter said, looking at the items he placed before her.

"Yeh," he tried not to chuckle, "unexpected guest at home, my neice came to stay and didn’t quite pack the essentials."

Smiling to herself, the girl packed up the things and Ethan made his way home.

Before figuring out how to go about his plan to consume the panties, he decided to try a few things first. Feeling a little silly, he took the panties out of the packet again and slipped them over his head, like a hat. Immediately he could feel a difference, and looking in the mirror he saw something at once bizarre and beautiful: the perfect, pretty head of a wide-eyed, partly-shocked, partly-smiling 8-year-old girl, perched atop his manly frame where his own head should be, wearing panties on her head, which made her suddenly giggle the most beautiful sound Ethan had ever heard.

"Oh my god," he whispered, and the words came out in angelic breath. He walked closer to the mirror and perused the face he hoped would become his permanently if his plan worked. The fact the panties had changed him this way meant that their effect was definitely not targeted below the belt.

He tried pulling them over his face, wondering what else he could do with them outside his body. Once they were around his neck, Ethan noticed the hairs on his chest vanish and his upper body diminish a frightening amount in size, forcing the air out of his lungs in a sigh that would’ve come happily without such magical aid. Two tender plum-sized bumps stuck out cushioning his tiny girlish nipples. He looked back to the mirror and was dismayed to see his own face had returned when the fabric had passed over and away from it.

He carefully began to remove the panties up over his face but suddenly he heard the horrific sound of them ripping. It was the tiniest sound, but to Ethan it was deafening, because he knew it could mean the end of the magic. He stopped moving immediately, the panties over his face. He slowly looked over at the mirror, hoping. He considered how awful it would be to be stuck with a conspicuous little girl’s chest for the rest of his life, and how on earth he would explain it to, well, anyone. The little girl face was there again. Ethan breathed an enormous sigh of relief. This was good. It meant the panties could be torn and retain their power.