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My Mom and Dad are Little Girls!

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    Johnathon and Heather Taylor went out to visit their daughter, Elaine, at boarding school. Elaine has been enrolled in the prestigious Prosperity Boarding School, a primary education establishment for gifted girls. Her parents have learned of their daughter’s incredible intelligence when she was only a toddler. They gave her up to the academy when she was four in hopes of her gaining a great future. They have barely seen each other ever since due to the fact that Elaine’s parents have been working hard to pay for her tuition. That’s not to say that they never visited her. Every semester break, they would return to the academy at their daughter’s delight. They are excited to her again now that Elaine does not have classes for a few weeks. Only a month ago, she reached the age of seven and, yet, she just passed third grade. They meet her at the academy entrance immediately after parking their car. Elaine gives her parents a warm hug; they did the same with her.

    “Hi, mommy! Hi, daddy!” Elaine greets out loud while still in embrace.

    “Hey, kiddo,” her dad returns the greeting. “Did Mrs. Whitney treat you well?”

    “Yes! I loved Mrs. Whitney. She was the best teacher ever! We had so much fun!” Both her parents believed her. They previous met Mrs. Sage Whitney at a parent-teacher meeting just before Elaine started third grade. She was a beautiful young woman in her 20s who appeared to be experienced even at her age. Before they left, they had a feeling from her intelligent yet kind demeanor that she would be good to their little girl. They continue their conversation about Elaine’s experiences at school. Elaine goes into detail about her time with the teacher.

    Apparently, Mrs. Whitney seemed to share similar feelings with Elaine. Whenever they were not in class and Elaine had nothing to do, Mrs. Whitney would spend time either playing or inventing with her. From how much Elaine keeps talking about her, it seems that they are kindred spirits.

    While Johnathon listens, being happy for his daughter, Heather smirks, trying to hide her jealousy. She is just as happy for Elaine as her father, but she cannot help but feel a small bit of regret for sending Elaine away. She and her husband did what they thought was right for Elaine and their daughter seemed to agree with them, but it meant that she had to distance herself from her little girl. She could not shake away the feeling that Elaine sees her third grade teacher as a mother more than her. The thought almost puts her into tears in front of her family. She would wish that she could visit her daughter more often, but she knows she can’t because it would jeopardize Elaine’s tuition. She had to stay strong for her.

    After Heather decides to focus back to the present, she and her husband see Elaine pull out a long, elegant, stick-shaped object from her backpack. The tip of the stick, which is star shaped, shines from the sun’s rays.

    “What’s that you got, Ellie” her mother asked.

    “This is a wand that Mrs. Whitney and I built together. It’s supposed to be magical.”

Heather feels a small urge to chortle. Elaine may be exceptionally smart, but she is still a kid. This moment proves it for her. Johnathon smirks, not wanting to spoil his daughter’s fun; Heather cannot help but respond.

    “There’s no such thing as magic. It’s make-believe.”

    “No! I’m serious!” Elaine responds loudly but not at a screaming tone. “We have found a link between science and magic. I’ll prove it to you.” She starts waving her wand, concentrating on her thoughts. The mechanical wand works through reading the mind of the user. Elaine thinks of changing her parent’s clothes before thrusting the large end towards their direction. The parents look at the wand expectantly only to receive no response. However, before they can talk to Elaine, the star on the wand shines even brighter than ever.

    The parents look away from the harsh light of the wand. They look down at themselves instead from instantly feeling the fabric of their clothes shifting. Johnathon sees his pants quickly changing from blue to purple and reconfigure into shorts. His underlying shirt and tie fuse together with his open jacket into an identical closed jacket. Heather’s red top quickly turns darker and her own pants also make themselves into a similar color. Both of their shoes, of different styles, are morphing into darkly colored boots. To say that they are impressed is an understatement.

    Strangely, even though their clothes have changed, the light from the wand did not cease. They wonder if something went wrong. They think of rushing to Elaine’s aid, trying to walk towards the light as they do so.  They instinctively stop upon realizing something else about their current environment is off. They find that their legs felt shorter than usual.  They first think that the light has interfered with their senses. This is soon disproven when the parents look back down at themselves. The only other thing they could sense besides the light and changing forms is each other’s high-pitched screams.

    Heather stares into herself with discomfort. Her own breasts have suddenly disappeared, leaving a flat chest. In fact, her whole body looks less mature than it did a moment ago, with baby fat replacing her womanly traits. Johnathon reacts even worse with unrelenting fear. Although he cannot see Heather from the light, his body is actually devolving the same way as with Heather. All of his adult muscle and body hair have disappeared, leaving him with the appearance of a child. He can also feel his hair growing longer with each passing second.

    Both of them see their clothes once more to find that they have not stopped changing. Their jackets mold into a familiar black garment. White buttons and a red top from seemly nowhere stitch themselves onto the garment. Both their shorts turn red and change into a fabric that does not cover their legs. Upon condensing, the red clothing blooms like a flower to form skirts. Their black boots also become identical with pink socks growing from the inside. Upon a quick look, both parents learn that their clothes have changed into that of a girl’s uniform for Elaine’s school.

    The light finally fades away, permitting the family to see each other once more. Thankfully for them, no one other than them is present to witness the incident, with everyone else either still inside the school or away for the break.

    “What did you do to us, Ellie? You…” Heather starts her sentence without finishing.  She finally hears her own voice again, but it wasn’t her voice. It sounds like that of a little kid.  The really scary thing, however, is Elaine. Before now, Elaine’s eyes met her waist; now her own eyes are staring into Elaine’s chest. She looks up at Elaine’s shocked face with nervousness, not knowing whether to faint or scream.

    “I’m a widdle girl!” Johnathon cries out loud to herself. She and Heather have been turned into 4-year old girls. While Heather looks like a tiny version of herself, Johnathon looks somewhat different. Her moderately short hair has lengthened into a straight braid of hair that reaches her back. Like Heather, she is wearing a miniature, girl’s school uniform. All of her masculine traits (face, muscle, etc.) have been fixed to match the traits of a small girl. “Joanne” stares aimlessly into the distance, trying not to burst into tears.

    “I’m so sorry!” Elaine shouts. “The wand was not supposed to do that! I… I should have listened to Mrs. Whitney when she told me that it hasn’t been finished in testing yet. But I wanted to impress you and…”  She feels tears escape her eyes from guilt of putting her parents in potential danger.  “Can you forgive me?” She gets a response in the form of a sniffle from Joanne.

    “Can…” she sniffles again, “can webe gwon-ups agan?”

    “I don’t think so,” Elaine looks down in shame. “Your bodies have become unstable from an unpredicted, drastic alteration in cellular structure.” Her parents would be intrigued that their 7-year old daughter can talk exactly like an adult if they were not forced into the bodies of girls younger than her. “If I try it again,” she looks at the burnt-out device. She continues with “it could malfunction again and possibly…” she did not want to finish the sentence.

    “So we are stuck like this?” Heather screams at her daughter.  “I… I…” At first, she does not want to retaliate due to fear of Elaine’s superior size, but then she recalls that Elaine did not mean to regress them. Without further thought, she hugs Elaine like Elaine did with her earlier, crying into her daughter’s chest. Elaine goes up to a bawling Joanne, hugging her with Heather still holding on to her. A few minutes pass before they all stop crying from the shock. A look into her parent’s eyes shows Elaine that they are not mad at her despite their discomfort of the situation.

    “Wat r we supos’d to do now,” Joanne asks to Elaine. The latter undeniably finds it cute that her father is now talking with a lisp.

    “Well… I guess we’ll have to ask Mrs. Whitney. She’s still in the school!” Elaine says with a smile. Besides her smarts, her parents, if they can be called that anymore, knew Elaine was also great when it came to her optimism. With nothing else to do, both the new girls follow Elaine’s lead. Upon making their first steps, they hear crinkling noises. Elaine almost bursts into laughter.

    “Are you two wearing pull-ups?” Both of her “parents” blush harshly in realization, holding on to their skirts.  “Oh. That is so cute. Let me see.” She says while leering at Heather.

    “No!” Heather shouts, running away. Thanks to Heather’s smaller body, Elaine quickly catches her. She easily moves away Heather’s hands from her skirt. The curious girl lifts up the front to reveal snow-white girl’s training pants.

    “Aww!” Elaine chuckles as she continues talking. “Don’t be shy. It’s perfectly normal for little girls to need protection.”

    “This isn’t funny!” Heather shouts with what sounds like a temper tantrum. She burns red in embarrassment, recalling that Elaine was actually fully potty trained at the age of three. Joanne finally summons the courage to lift her own skirt to find a pull-up just like Heather’s. Elaine looks at Joanne with adoration before looking back her tiny mother.

    “Sorry. Sorry. But in all seriousness, there’s nothing to worry about. When I was your new age, a lot of the kids in my nursery school class did not have full control over themselves either. So nobody who doesn’t know our little secret will laugh.”

    “Nusuri skool” Joanne tries to mimic what her “daughter” just said. At that moment, the other two girls get the same thought as Joanne.

    “So…,” Heather looks down at her uniform, “we’re preschoolers?”

    “I know! This means that, if I can get Mrs. Whitney to help us, you two can go to school with me.” Elaine proclaims with joy. The other two girls react in shock.

    “But I can’t. I’m your mother. I…” Heather tries to reason her way out of further humiliation.

    “It’s not like you have a choice. You are not my mom anymore. If anything, you and dad look more like my juniors.” Heater tries, once more, to stop her plan, but cannot utter a further word. She looks down at her flat chest and the pull-up underneath her skirt. Elaine is right. No one would ever buy that she or Joanne were once married adults. Their adult identities are gone.

    She falls into despair until she remembers her thoughts from a moment ago. She wanted to spend more time with Elaine. They may not be socially mother and daughter anymore, but, if Elaine’s plan works, they would be inseparable. For the first time throughout her visit, she gives out a wide grin.

    “Okay… big sis.” She holds onto Elaine hand, knowing that she’ll never have to let go for a long time. Joanne still feels sad about no longer being a grown man, but she follows the two girls knowing Elaine to be right. As she followed them, she gasps loudly, turning even more red than deemed possible.

    “Ellie… I…” Joanne starts, but Elaine shushes her.

    “It’s okay. I’ll take you to girl’s room” Elaine patronizes the timid girl, holding her hand with her free hand. With a mission in mind, they walk into the school.

    Elaine takes the girls to the restroom after getting some emergency pull-ups from Mrs. Whitney. She brings an extra in case her mother needs one later, despite Heather’s protests. Joanne reluctantly lets her “big sis” help her. After Elaine is done, Heather involuntarily wets herself. Elaine has a harder time changing her with her flailing, screaming like she can dress herself. Of course, Elaine ignores her infantile mother’s tantrums. Joanne tries hard not to laugh.

    Elaine goes back to Mrs. Whitney to explain what has happened to her parents. After Whitney gives Elaine a stern chat for misuse of the wand, she takes the three girls home. Now that Joanne and Heather can’t provide for Elaine, Whitney takes them all in from respect for her former student. In truth, when Elaine first entered her life, she wanted a daughter like her. However, she and husband never managed to have children of their own because of infertility. So, Mrs. Whitney was actually very happy to adopt all three girls.

    Their new mom gets each of them into the school for the next semester. Elaine will be in fourth grade while her little sisters will go to preschool. It was actually pretty easy to enroll Elaine’s former parents considering that they have not lost their adult minds. However, they are still children; they have a harder time than they used to reading or going to the bathroom now that their brains were not complex enough to hold all of their intelligence. However, with Elaine’s help, they will be able to catch up. Who knows? Maybe they’ll share the same class as their big sister some day; however, with Elaine’s genius, she’ll probably graduate from Prosperity Boarding School as well as its nearby secondary counterpart before her sisters can do the former.

    Until then, they are just happy they have each other.  That night, as a celebration for not having to split up, they share the same bed together.  Before going to sleep, Elaine looks at her sisters, who are already asleep from being sent to bed earlier. She tucks in between Heather and Joanne, who is sucking her thumb, peacefully resting, knowing her sisters will always be on her side.  Heather, sharing the sentiment and not actually asleep, hugs her sister, never having to be separated again.

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I wish I was the dad