Forever Magic

Chapter 5
Emily Goes Out

When she was finally able to pull her still naked body away from the mirror, Emily decided it was about time to see the whole plan through to its end. She hadn’t bought all of those clothes just to sit about watching TV for the rest of the day. It was time for Emily’s first day in public.

Tipping out her shopping on the living room carpet, struck by how much more excited she suddenly felt about all these new girly things than she’d been as Ethan, it didn’t take her long to pick out her outfit. It had to be the Angel tee, of course, the crinkled skirt, and pink everything else, right down to the panties, which this time slipped on effortlessly with no magic required. The cotton clinging to her crotch and her finger once more touching there she giggled again. She felt like she’d never get over how that part felt, and touched it once more just to be sure, giggling uncontrollably.

Now dressed, it was time for another quiet moment with the mirror. She couldn’t believe how cute she looked. Just the epitomous cute little girl. Everything was perfect. Heading for the door, giving her butt one final glance while she turned from the mirror, she spied the water bottle on the kitchen table and couldn’t help, out of sheer habit, grabbing it and gulping its remaining contents leaving her lips shiny and wet.

Out on the street, Emily’s diminished size hit her once more. She was struck with a fear she hadn’t felt since her first day at school 30 years previously. She was almost on the verge of going back inside but when she caught her pretty reflection in the door was struck with the most amazing confidence boost. "Why am I frightened?" she giggled once more, "Cute little girls like me are the most protected species on the planet right now!"

She hopped on the first bus that rounded the corner, habitually handing the driver her all-day pass.

"Wait, where’d you get this, kid?" came a familiar voice from an unfamiliar height.

That fear again, wringing her stomach like a sponge. Shit! Of course, she kicked herself, it’s an adult ticket.

"Oh. Um. My daddy made a mistake ... the dummy." She giggled, knowing the power of that sound, but reinforcing it by making what felt most like doe eyes.

The driver’s face creased up suspiciously but almost immediately crumbled at the laugh and the eyes. Emily made a mental note of the expression she’d just made with her new face.

"Well ... for future reference, a cute little kid like you gets to travel free ... with an adult."

Emily could tell the driver had more to say - felt the barrage of questions, suddenly realising how odd this lone 8-year-old girl without any accompanying grownup, out of school, the list was endless. Then -

"Go on, cute thing, this thing’s running late anyway. Don’t make a habit of this."

The relief practically engulfed Emily’s youthful nervous system.

"THANK YOU," she practically screamed, rushing to the back of the bus and nearly falling flat on her butt when the bus lurched into action.

Sitting there, retrieving her bearings, gathering her senses, the real impact of this few minute rollercoaster of unfamiliar feelings hit another thus far unnoticed part of her diminished frame. Suddenly, finishing the water from the fridge seemed like a very bad idea indeed, her tiny bladder was suddenly screaming the need to pee, and the bumps in the road combined with Emily’s childish selection of the very back seat of the bus, right over the wheels, was not remotely helping the situation.

Though the next stop on the bus route was a part of town unfamiliar even to Ethan, let alone Emily, she disembarked, having to put her hand between her legs in a desperate attempt to hold the floodgates till a bathroom could be found. Stepping onto the street, the unfamiliar surroundings made the childish fear kick in again, and suddenly feeling her hand against the unfamiliar girlish void between her legs, she started to feel damp there and knew that time was of the essence. She ran through the door of the first icky looking coffee shop she passed, causing the paltry selection of customers to all look up from their snacks and drinks. This was a call to turn on the girl act to the max.

"Please, can I used your bathroom, I really need to go," she asked a girl walking back to the kitchen with empty glasses.

"Sure, over there," the girl replied, barely batting an eye, with a calm smile that immediately relieved the pressure in Emily’s groin. She followed the direction, only stopping for a moment passing the only other little girl in the place, a 6-year-old blonde who was staring at her in the strangest way ... almost ... expectant ... sitting with her youngish mother and a babbling toddler the sex of which was anyone’s guess.

Feeling suddenly a little nervous, but more a little thrilled, finding herself faced with the everyday choice between bathroom doors, Emily - for the first time since one mischievous day at school - pushed open the one that led to the girls’. That day at school, Ethan remembered, he’d been thrilled walking into the spotless, fresh-smelling room where the girls did their private business, he’d wanted to do it ever since he’d learned about girls and their differences. Now little Emily, she couldn’t help but giggle again when she realised, he’d never believed he’d walk through the girls’ door like this.

Locking the stall door, she felt again the wet between her legs and quickly hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties down. No sooner did her butt touch the seat, a funny sensation in itself, than a torrent of pee came gushing out of nowhere. She found herself sighing, it was the most oddly pleasant feeling she had ever felt. But with it came another feeling she knew better. Her little butthole was starting to contract and she suddenly realised she was going to do her first "number two" in a girl’s body. ’Boy,’ Emily giggled, ’I’m really getting the full tour here.’

But as the stream of pee became a trickle and an enormous turd descended into the bowl, Emily knew something was very, very wrong. First she noticed her hands seemed bigger and in a terrifying rush of thought she realised what was happening. She tried to clench her butt cheeks to stop the flow of poo but she didn’t have enough knowledge of this little body to control it. The magical fabric of the panties was leaving her system, and with it, the magic itself. Her little breast buds flattened, she felt her tiny t-shirt begin to stretch and tear. She watched the little clitoral nub of her vagina expanding while his balls slowly re-appeared beneath it. He had butterflies in his stomach again, but these weren’t excited butterflies, they were petrified, mortified, horrified ones. And when his body finally popped into its original size, the worst horror of all hit Ethan, his oversized arm pushing the flush of the toilet, sending any hope of retrieving the magic in the panties into oblivion with a horrible, final whooooossshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.