Tales from the Crib - Halloweenie

Chapter 1
Tales from the Crib - Halloweenie

[size=4] Prologue

There was a rattling against the window, tap tap tap. Ashley’s eyes shot open and she quickly jumped out of bed and approached the window. A strong wind was blowing the branch of a nearby tree against the old glass panes; it stopped as soon as it started. Not because Mother Nature had willed it but because Ashley found it annoying. That’s how it had been since her fourteenth birthday when she discovered her gift. She couldn’t always control it perfectly but as time went on she got an increasingly better grasp of it. She gazed across the street to see most of her neighbours setting up for Halloween; jack-o’-lanterns on doorsteps, spooky plastic grave markers on front steps and a few other curiosities. A big smile broke the paleness of her taught face. Only a month ago she had turned twenty-one and could legally go to more places than before. Her parents wouldn’t object, what with being away in the sixty ninth dimension doing who knows what on their vacation. On her desk stood an impressive stack of books on the feminism. Her long black finger nail teased her left mouse button as she went through everything that was going on in the city tonight: campus Halloween party, Haunted scavenger hunt at the local high school, trick or treat down Pumpkin Lane and the list simply stretched on. Her reflection in the mirror was enough to give any man an erection for hours but after putting on her black spider lace Elvira costume she looked even readier to catch some flies in her web.

October 31st, 2007

Leaves rustled with the wind as Ashley stepped out into her front law. Over the past four years she had to be careful when using her powers, either her mother would punish her or the locals would lynch her if she was mixed up with anything too out of hand. The tree by Sleepy River Falls stood as a testament to the last witch hanging that happened over two hundred years ago. However time had passed and had pacified people’s fear about the occult so hardly anyone suspected Ashley to be a witch. Pleasant Hills is a small North American town well known by historians but not really anyone else. What happened in the town stayed there. So deep in her musings she was that she didn’t even notice the gangly misfit teen about to collide with her in three, two, one.

“Oww! Hey watch your going next time you little retard! This costume wasn’t cheap.” She glared him down with her steely gaze. No self conscious teen boy was about to let a girl get away with that.

“Fuc...” but it wasn’t to be. Jim felt like his tongue was just a heavy plastic object lying limply in his mouth. Run, was his first instinct and it would have served him well but his legs were frozen not by magic but by fear. His mother always told him hi potty mouth would get him in trouble and today that prediction was most certainly coming true.

“I know boys tend to have potty mouths but you really need to learn some manners. Well here I can help you with that...Well actually she can...” Ashley pointed across the street to a daycare center where a heavy set middle aged matron was lording over her five year old charges. All the woman had on her mind was discipline. The boy watched the little kids play loudly and found it annoying to say the least. It was embarrassing to be compared to that. He was so caught up in the moment that when he looked back at Ashley she was no longer there, instead two heavy yet feminine knee caps greeted his line of sight as he stared up.

“Fuck.”

Agnes had certainly heard enough as her brow furrowed into a deep frown. Little Jimmy had only just arrived and already he was using such foul language and his mother hadn’t even dressed him up for the day. This was certainly not a good example for the other toddlers to see. She easily picked him up by his collar like a puppy and carried him unceremoniously inside the center. Five minutes later Jimmy emerged dressed up like a little fairy, as he had always been called by the other kids in high school. Not only that but his eyes were puffy from crying, his spanking proved something to him, never mess with someone who gives you a cutesy name and is five times your height. Another audible slap to the rear and he was sitting in the sandbox being laughed at by kids who had been ten years younger than him but were now his peers. Ashley let out a little chuckle and made her way down the street. It made her a little slick between the legs when she played with magic; domination was a sexual side interest of hers for years now. The sense of power and the chance of getting caught excited her. Those on the opposite end fared well enough with the sole exception of having to grow back up again the natural way. Within minutes she would get over the incident and the boy’s stupid and life altering mistake but while she caught the train and gave the event no more thought he would be thinking about it all day, surrounded by little kids constantly calling him names and throwing sand at him; not so different from high school after all. It would get worse as the day went on Agnes would perform a potty check, everyone passed but Jimmy. She marked a little sad face next to his name and wrote Pull Ups on her shopping list for the next day. Agnes wouldn’t be playing with tricks today especially after little Jimmy left her another unpleasant treat in his underoos. The boy dressed as a pirate was scary, what more needed to be said. Fuck was soon replaced with fudge in Jimmy’s vocabulary but even that was enough to earn him a glare from the towering Agnes who always kept a hairbrush nearby.

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There weren’t too many people with costumes in the subway. The odd college student was wearing something simple but if not for Halloween themed ads plastered on the walls of the cabin you couldn’t tell what day it was. By age nineteen most people thought dressing up something reserved for younger children and with a strong desire to shed off any last vestiges of childhood it was something they weren’t likely to do. Ashley took some red lipstick out of her spider web purse, stared into the window and started to apply while the train was still stalled for boarding passengers. A backpack, her elbow, a line of red streaked across her cheek, a scowl.

“Oh ..yikes... I’m sorry ... I totally didn’t see you there!” the nerdy third year science girl apologized. One wet wipe from her purse later and Ashley’s white skin was free of red.

“A little clumsy but that’s ok. I’m sure you’ll be a little more careful the next time you have an accident like that.” Ashley smiled her cold gaze at the girl who couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over her. Two stops later the boy that girl had been fawning over in her Chemistry course sat across from her. His smile still turned her brains to mush even with that face paint on that made him look like a zombie. She wanted to talk to him and she opened her mouth.

“Hi mister, that sure is a scary face you have, I don’t like it cause Mommy says zombies eat brains” she cupped her mouth as her first grade lisp came back in full force although it did sound odd hearing a six year old voice coming from a twenty one year old body. It felt like second grade all over again. She had even acquired that old habit of sucking on her thumb that she retained through grade school.

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“I’d eat yours but it wouldn’t be a meal” he looked down on her disdainfully. Ashley let out another of her trademark chuckles. The girl quivered a little wondering how all of her university training had just been flushed down the toilet like so much waste. She wanted to talk about big girl things with him but found that to be an ever increasingly formidable task. She couldn’t begin to imagine what grownups talked about, was it cartoons? Ponies? Perhaps it was playing on the swing set? She frowned and sunk back into her seat. Ashley glanced over and momentarily enjoyed the girl’s discomfort before she heard her station called and she walked out of the cabin and unto the platform. Looking down from the escalator Ashley could see the girl staring down at the floor as the train sped off to the next location. The girl would be doing all day since she couldn’t read the subway map or even understand what the nice man on the intercom was saying. The girl had no name, at least to Ashley, and it would matter less since the likelihood of the two ever meeting up again was slim.

Ascending from the subway station and out onto the campus Ashley seemed a lot like a spider emerging from a dark corner. She walked down the tree lined street and up the stone steps of the Fine Arts Building and into the maw of the brick 1970s structure. She felt like she was being followed but quickly brushed it off. On campus it was only nominally Halloween; the only visible signs were the odd dressed up student and the sparse smattering of ads for Halloween pub crawls. Her classroom was packed but as always her usual seat was empty, people just had misgivings about her that they didn’t want to test. Taking a seat she waited for something interesting to happen on its own but as usual her History class was a droll slide show exposition of medieval artwork and culture. She admired the skippers because they were doing what they wanted and had no complaints but many of those in attendance were hardly paying attention; the request for a movie came up more than once. With only thirty out of ninety students present today it was amazing that the professor was still teaching but sticking with the spirit of the season she had brought a bag of candy and placed up at the front. A quick glance around proved that the twelve boys and eighteen girls were either munching on candy or had wrappers on their writing space. She could tell they all longed for a simpler time but had accumulated too much success and pride to enjoy a trip back. Peering into the professor’s mind she could tell that the thirty two year old had only taken the job because it paid noticeably more than her previous job as a kindergarten teacher. Ashley resolved to commit her first and only act of selflessness for the day. Ms. Applebee’s typical tired look was suddenly refreshed as she stared at her students with a new perspective.

“Oh and William the Conqueror was a scary man! Oh yes he was! A long time ago people’s heads used to be cut off and put on pikes to symbolize.... Oh. I’m sorry. I know its Halloween and all but that’s just a little too scary for you little guys huh?” She gazed at her class with pity. She was amazed that no one had wet their pants yet.

The changes were slow but steadily brought the entire class further back. Backpacks and satchels with no logos slowly found themselves first with pictures of skater patches and or bright pink colors and finally into pint sized cheap backpacks with pictures of Elmo or the Ninja Turtles glazed across their entire back. Many students started to blush but would soon find that it was quite normal for them to be carrying around such things. None of them were ready for first grade never mind post-secondary. Suddenly they found themselves sinking into the giant bucket of the chairs they had found tight only moments before. Many looked down at their little feet with Velcro strap shoes kicking back and forth over the several foot drop. They knew they weren’t supposed to be like this but there was nothing they could do about it. They just kept listening to the nice teacher saying things that made them feel safe. She was big and they were all little; they felt safe as long as she was nearby like a protective mother hen. Ms. Applebee systematically moved from row to row offering her little tykes more candy, they looked so scared and she vowed never to show them scary things again. For the rest of the class they watched Halloween Night on Sesame Street. With so many of them crying she assumed that even this was simply too much for them.

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Ashley could feel tingles of pleasure run up and down her spine. A mass transformation lacked the personal qualities of a one on one session but never the less it proved that a large mass of people could easily be placated into cooing little babies on a whim. She walked out of the class and down the hall way, her heels making a loud click clack click clack. To the casual observer there might not be any connection among the three events but for anyone who knew Ashley the connection was quite clear. Ashley got off on this like nothing else. Since Halloween night was known for its strange goings on it would be hard for the Witches Council (stuffy bunch they were) to lay the blame on her. After three transformations she thought of going home and getting off on her vibrator but a time check stopped her, only five pm. It could definitely wait till later. Rounding the corner and back out the stairs she looked about for a moment just as the wind blew a flyer into her leg. There was a ?spooktacular’ sale going on at Wallmarket an offshoot of a more popular chain store.

“Mommy I want that one!” and “Daddy get me the nice one!” echoed through the massive spaces of the store. As Ashley walked down rows of ?lower prices’ and yellow smiles that couldn’t be wrong the sound of whining grew to a fever pitch. Adding to it all she could hear the monster mash playing lightly in the background amidst the occasional store ad. Four rows in the seasonal section looked like a horde of candy lusting trick or treaters had descended upon them. The only costumes left were a Pink Ballerina outfit and an Alien costume complete with protruding saliva lined fangs.

“Mark I don’t wana wear that you promised I could wear whatever I want and I want the Alien thing!” seven year old Samantha whined at her brother.

“Whatever, just wear it. It’s not like anyone’s gonna care anyways.” He offered his usual simplistic explanation, he would have rather been anywhere but here.

Ashley stared at the two siblings and let her magic flow. It wasn’t like she was doing it for Samantha, not at all, but rather because dumb males always made great targets. Mark felt the urge to step forward and stripping down to his boxers in front of several astonished customers he proceeded to put on the Pink Ballerina costume. The tutu barely fit around his adult waist, the pink leotard was ready to rip in several spots and the little tiara looked ridiculously small on his head. Samantha started to giggle at her eighteen year old brother. When no one was in the living room she had accidentally chanced upon a TV documentary about people like this, all her friends at school thought it was hilarious. The two ideas connected, she had a new Halloween show and tell surprise for everyone. The idea hit Ashley shortly after, as she could in fact read minds.

“Oh...uhh... like no...” but the mindless whimpering of a humiliated guy was nothing in the way of a little extra fun. He’d get to see what it feels like to be ignored, to have others choose for you and to be dragged to places you didn’t want to go. Slowly he shrunk. No longer on the cusp of adulthood but rapidly approaching puberty from the wrong side, Mark was regressing and fast. Soon he was eye level with his sister and to make matters worse had long blond hair just like hers although still a boy on the outside he could have easily been mistaken for a little girl. Things would change over the next year no longer a budding man but now a little girl it was perfectly ok for Mark, now Melisa, to be wearing a pink tutu. Her big sister even got less candy than she did because she was deemed too scary at every house they stopped. Melisa on the other hand was absolutely adorable and didn’t even need that blush her big sister bought for her because after the one hundred times she got her cheek pinched by old ladies for being so cute her face was bright red all night.

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Seven o’clock, the night was slowing falling as the sunset on the horizon ushering in the cool dusk air. It was getting dark and younger trick or treaters with their parents were wrapping up their night while the older kids began to take over the streets. Ashley stared about feeling hot and bothered having used so much magic today but so little real intimate play. She rounded into a fairly empty block save one guy. There he was tall, dark and handsome and just her age too. He looked as if he was walking home from college, a quick scan of his thoughts proved to her that he was. Not only that but like most men he had sex on the brain, albeit with a Halloween theme; French maids in the boudoir. She stopped him in his tracks; hands on her hips she didn’t need any magic to capture this one’s attention. The twenty one year old male could only stare forward a bit slack jawed and feeling somewhat embarrassed to be caught looking for so long. It was like the sexy Elvira he had seen last night in that movie was for real and not just a part of some Halloween movie marathon. Without even a hi or any greeting she quickly reached into his pants and searched for her toy. Like with any guy she had met what he originally thought to be his was in reality hers he just needed Ashley to explain that to him.

“It feels like I’m doing a diaper check on a two year old!” she yelled in utter dissatisfaction. The condoms she carried in her spider web purse were useless now.

“Oh God ... wha....what ...I...” whimpering was all the enraptured and humiliated virgin could do. This was mind blowing and everything he had ever dreamed about save one thing, his lack of endowment.

“Ugh! You know what!? This is really unacceptable for a college guy. I was ready to show you the best Halloween ever but that’s not gonna happen now. But I’m fair you’ll still get a warm wet treat ...” she grinned and a whim later the guy was slowing retreating into his teenage years his newly found freedom receding before his eyes and under her libido.

“Please don’t! I won’t tell anyone!” he begged her as he slipped down to his early teen years and lost all the muscle and definition that years of exercise had awarded him. He was scrawny again and couldn’t even defend himself against the now much taller girl who seemed so imposing even though she was thin. The thought was emasculating but having to accept this as his new reality was horrifying.

“I’m sure you won’t either way since you won’t be able to say much except ?mama’ and ?baba’ and ?yucky’” she tried to hold back the laughter as he felt backwards onto the other side of puberty. His shirt clung to his shoulders like an over sized coat and as he stood there shaking his pants felt down and gathered at his ankle. A cool breeze blew by and his already impossibly under grown privates shrivelled down to a ridiculously small size. The more vulnerable he felt the smaller he would get but Ashley didn’t feel like telling him. Even if he did know it wouldn’t have hanged his feelings of cheek red humiliation.

“No... this isn’t for real...it’s a nightmware...” he clutched at his mouth as the lisp he had as a child returned full force. He had been spanked for that when he was six, his mother and first grade teacher didn’t think it was appropriate. As he regressed farther back even the formation of a simple sentence would get him a cookie or a sticker. More pertinent to his worries though was the ever fading chance of dating this girl, even as he shrunk Ashley was simply so beautiful it was all he could think of.

“Believe me kitten it hasn’t shrunk all that much more from its former size. Look at it this way at least you won’t have to shave it anymore.” And as she said that he felt ass first unto his clothes and stared forward at her black glossy heels. If before they made her seem a little taller than him now they served to further boost her already towering figure. It took a few seconds to move up her long legs and lithe frame to view her grinning face. Tears welled up in his eyes and gushed outwards with ease as he bawled like the baby he now was. His age was measured in months now and not years. Producing a thick disposable diaper from the ether she lifted him up by the ankles slid the padded crinkly garment underneath his little bottom laid him down on it. Ashley would coo and tease him for several minutes as he writhed in red faced shame. Maybe he’d grow up right the second time around. She gave him a big wet warm kiss on the cheek and laughed so loudly it rang in his ears forever.

“Now I’m sure when Mother Nature calls you’ll get to give me or your new Mommy a wet warm treat!” and his diaper grew warm and moist. It was feeling he would come to have at least six times a day from now on. Ashley knew of a young French maid looking to adopt, he would be the perfect fit.

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No sooner had Ashley said it when she heard aluminum plastic hit concrete. It was a camera phone dinging the pavement of the sidewalk. Ashley had that feeling all day, that feeling you get when you know someone’s watching you. Her eyes honed in on the offender like a laser guided missile. Little reporter girl your days of taking pictures are numbered, where you’re going you’ll be coloring pictures.

I was there the whole time. Following up on my hunches and doing what any real journalist does best, investigating. I refused to print out the same corporate press releases day in and day out. I liked getting up close to the action. Early in the morning I was behind a tree, in the train cabin I was reading a paper and taking shots out of the bent corner of the paper, in the class I was in the slide projection room, in the store pretending to buy a floating ghost decoration and here on the street I was ... out in the open, damn. I had evidence but this shot was the coup de grace, the stake in this vampire’s heart. She held the diaper clad baby on her hip and with another long finger beckoned me forward. In all my excitement to get the story I forget to find a hiding place. My brain said run but my legs were under a new master, Ashley.

“You little bitch. I had a feeling someone was following me today. I remember you from high school in fact. Always wanting to get the scoop for the school newspaper. Always wanting the guys I had, guys you could never have four eyes! Besides Lisa is such a common name!”

“Thats not true! I won’t let you hurt me!” I struggled but it was all in vain. What happened next felt so fast I was on the verge of blacking out.

I could see my life flash before my eyes in reverse: college, high school, grade school and pre-school, stop. There she was on the sidewalk cheering me on like a mother cheering on an unsure toddler. I held my little pumpkin pail half filled with a wide variety of unrecognizable treats.

“Tick or Tweat!” my tongue ran along my baby teeth and a quick glance down at my white Mary Jane booties said it all, I was four years old again. The nice lady at the door smiled at me and dropped some candy I my bucket. Where was my phone? My proof? Crunch. No. I stared back to see Ashley waving bye bye to me, my phone crushed and in pieces at her feet. I wanted to run back to her and do something anything but I didn’t know what. I knew helplessness and it made me scared. A mixed group of trick or treaters rushed to the door and I tried to wade through their ranks but to no avail. By the time I emerged from the mob Ashley was gone but I could hear her laughing off in the distance. Another rush again and I found myself loaded into a school bus along with others my age, at my protest. I denied being a student of this preschool but when the names were read out there I heard it.

“Lisa Smith? Oh there she is ... such a common name but pretty none the less.” The old heavy set matron marked my name off on a list as we head off to the next neighbourhood. All night I searched for her and hoped we would by chance come upon her house. But I couldn’t remember where she lived; I couldn’t even read any of the street signs! I thumped my head against the glass window and slid back in my pleather seat.

Epilogue Midnight October 31st 2007

Her costume lay on the bed and her suitor had just left. He wasn’t a witch but he himself specialised in the occult what with being a real vampire. Ashley slid into the bubble bath of her old nineteenth century footed tub and stared past the candles on her window sill and out at the full moon. A little shiver raced through her spine and she knew that it had turned out to be a very good night indeed. Flipping on the TV and munching on some candy she watched the ending to the Halloween marathon. She could never get enough of watching her work on TV. “Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion of Tales from the Crib: Halloweenie!” she watched herself say. She clicked it off got out and rinsed off. She knew how this episode ended. Her pink vibrator lay nearby a pumpkin pail stuffed with candy. Outside those walking by saw a female silhouette draw closed the velvet currents in her room. The house glowed an eerie green as thick fog rolled down the streets.

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