Opening Night

Chapter 2
Hour 2

Chapter Description: Dan learns more about how his magic powers work, and just when he thought he had it all figured out, two more victims are created

“Alright, alright, what the hell just happened here?” Rebecca was aghast with the sight of her naked, prepubescent partner.

“R..Rebecca? Is that you? Oh my God, you look so old! So then why...do I look like a little girl?” Hannah reached up to confirm her flat chest. Yes, she looked just like she did in the fifth grade. Her breath fell short as she put the pieces together: she got her period in the seventh grade. Now, she really was just a little girl. Rebecca held Hannah, handed her her old shirt, which almost now served as a dress, coming down to just below the once forbidden and now simply childish slit between her legs.

“We’ve got to tell Mr. W about this! You’ve got to go on tonight...but not like this!” Izzy ran to the hallway, her clothing garish and unfitting her newly formed body. Her panties too tight, and her bra bursting with breasts too large for the cups, she looked less like the sexy operator she was trying to be, and every bit more like the confused teenager she was. Turning the corner at top speed, she ran headlong into Dan as he came to check on the girls.

“Oh...Izzy. You look fantastic, like you’re really older. But you’re really stressing that outfit of yours. Go see costumes and makeup, they’ll help.”

“No, Mr. Walter! Oh...thank you...But you need to come quick. There’s been something terrible that’s happened!”

The gears began turning in Dan’s head. Isabel didn’t just look older, she was older! There were no signs of the Kleenex he handed her in that bra which seemed to be bursting at the seams. Maybe Lili had been right this whole time? Taking no chances, they dashed off into the changing room, and found Rebecca and Hannah holding each other, just as they were before.

Mr. Walter was completely speechless before these girls. His magic made two of them buxom and beautiful - not even jailbait anymore, at the expense of one of them going back to elementary school.

“So what are we gonna do, Mr. W?”

“Yeah? I’m freaked out...should we call an ambulance or something?”

“No, no girls, wait a minute. Hmmm...Make Hannah eighteen years old again!”

The girls were shocked to hear their teacher invoke what they all wanted, but it seemed to work, anyways. Hannah lifted up the bottom of her shirt, acting as a skirt, and saw there were a few wisps of pubic hair beginning to form. Ecstatic from the transformation, she threw off her whole top to begin feeling the beginnings of breast buds forming on her chest. She grew taller, and began thinking about how exciting junior high was going to be. She just got her period last week, and wasn’t a little girl anymore. I mean, besides, she had been in training bras for a month, and mom said they might be able to go out and get some real bras. The ones with the really tricky clasps in the back. Well, they weren’t so tricky, but she wished she was a little bit bigger than a 34A. Just the other day she let Jamie Stewart feel her boobies over her bra, and he said they were big. Big! A-cups are like, really small. She was seventeen now, restored to her full size breasts, flared hips, and neatly shaved blonde tuft of pubic hair. She pulled up her panties from the floor, and reconnected her bra. Restored to eighteen years of age in just two minutes.

You could’ve heard a pin drop. It was as if Hannah had never noticed her regression, and was now content to be back in the changing room with her friends and Mr. Walter.

“Hey girls. I’ll be right back from stuffing in a second like you asked, Mr. W. I know I have the smallest boobs of the bunch.”

“Oh wow, she thinks we’re older and bustier than she is? Mr. Walter, how did you do that?”

“I don’t know. It’s like I have some sort of power to change people’s ages, but I can only do it if I take as many years as I give. You two are still older, so where did the age I gave to Hannah come from?”

Rebecca and Izzy checked their full chests to make sure they were still posing as seniors, and confirmed this. As Dan left the changing room, he told the girls to see costumes about some better fitting bras. Where did those years go to? If only he had a better understanding of his powers...but he wasn’t a witch like Lilian. He was just getting started. Maybe this was a test she was giving him, to use this power well. There was only one way to find out how it worked: experimentation!

Dan poked his head inside the auditorium and told everyone he wanted to have one last run-through in half an hour. Now he just needed time to think. Maybe not time he readily had available, but from the dark of the theatre, he was able to just think.

Meanwhile, backstage, costumes was furiously looking for new outfits that would suit the surprisingly well endowed chests of Rebecca and Isabel, who many of the girls backstage thought to be entirely unremarkable. Among them was Kristina Mayfield, who had spent the last four years working on costumes at the play, while at the same time pining for the affection of the leading male actor of Drama Club, Stephen Clay. Maybe they had been incompatible sophomore year, when Kristina was scared and more or less sexually inexperienced, but now things had changed and Kristina knew exactly how to please a man like Stephen. She was always caught up in fantasy backstage. Did he have a big dick? What would he think of her breasts? Now, so close to graduation, Kristina knew she would have to make a move now, or never.

Unfortunately for her opportunistic ways, Stephen made the first move. Tapping her on the shoulder, Kristina turned around to see the brown haired, thin sex idol of her life draw her over to one of the boys changing rooms. Quieting her with a single finger over her lips, Stephen locked the door and began to kiss Kristina softly on the lips.

“Stephen...how did you know that...”

“Oh Kay, I have always wanted to be with you...but now we can be together, tonight”

Maybe Kristina had less time than she thought she did to make Stephen see the sexual arousal she could bring. Sitting him down in a chair, she removed her shirt, revealing her lacy black bra; the worn label hiding well formed 36C breasts. She was a senior in high school, and didn’t care if the other girls thought she was a bit slutty for knowing how to make boys go wild. She unbuttoned her tight jeans, revealing pink striped underwear formed tightly to her curvaceous form.

Stephen couldn’t stand the tension either, and removed his shirt, his white body not perfectly sculpted, but thin and healthy. Dropping his pants, Stephen was left in his grey boxers poorly disguising his massive teenaged erection. Though Stephen was only a Junior, he was ready to finally make it before the rest of his friends.

“Oh, and Stephen? In case you’re ready, honey, I’ve been on the pill for months.”

Stripping him of his underwear, Kristina beheld Stephen’s seven inch circumcised member. As Kristina slipped off her panties, she could’ve sworn she saw her fantasy’s member ever so slightly shrink. A perspective trick, she was sure. Kristina laid on he back, and spread her legs, while Stephen nervously crouched down to try and put himself inside of her. What a way to start your junior year, huh? Kristina too, began to feel nervous. She was going to be a senior starting next year, and didn’t want to be perceived as a total slut. Shutting her legs, she decided a blowjob would be much more appropriate. Stephen stood up, worried Kristina would find his six...err five and a half inch member appropriate. Kristina laid her lips on Stephen’s other head, but was suddenly disgusted. She had never given head before! She was much more of a handjob girl, which bespoke of her sixteen year old body and lithe B-cup frame. She shed the big bra, exposing her boobies to the excited sophomore...or was it a freshman across from her? Stephen was amazed that such an older girl - a sophomore! - was giving his embarrassingly little five inch penis a stroking. He felt he was coming closer and closer to orgasm, but then she stopped rubbing. Stephen felt stupid to be naked in front of a high schooler, and he looked around for his tightie whities to hide his pubescent, barely hairy four-inch pee-pee. Kristina, fourteen years old, held up one hand over her conical breasts with light pink nipples, wondering where her 32AA bra was. She was looking at a boy’s penis! Oh my goodness, she thought, it’s so...gross. She would much rather boys touch her boobies or kiss her. Stephen obliged to both, though he felt there really wasn’t much boob to touch. He was barely out of the seventh grade, and felt really embarrassed to be in front of such a cute old girl like Kristina.

They both stood up and turned around, gathering up their makeshift clothing that comically fit them. They swam in their shirts, hoping they could figure out why they were in a high school changing room.

Dan walked in the door to inform them there was less than a minute until the run-through. Finding his principal actor shrunken, Dan realized where those eight years had gone.

Four hours until opening night...