No way. I'm not going down there. Not like this... you thought glumly as you stared at your body. Since you kicked your sisters out of your room, you spent your time between desperately checking to see what had changed, and checking the internet for anything that could had been of use. Typically, there was nothing on the net, and as for your body, you didn't need a mirror to tell of some of the changes; your hair was now brushing against your shoulders which was made even more infuriating since the rest of your hair had rapidly vanished into your body. Worse, something was happening to your face, though it could had been swelling because of your prodding. Still, the idea of rising checkbones wasn't as bad as the changes down below. To your horror, your balls had started to retreat about five minutes before mom's call. It make mom's estimate of a week seem like a cruel joke; from what you could see, you'd probably be all girl by breakfast the next morning.
After the forth call, mom got up and knocked on your door. "Forget it mom. I'm not going down" you said in the deepest voice you could manage.
"Hiding up here won't change anything. I know you're hungry, sweetie" mom urged.
"Forget it. And don't treat me like I'm a little girl" you said, your slightly higher pitched voice had an obvious hard edge to it.
"Damn it John! Is it because your sisters used witch make up on you?" mom asked.
"Witch make up?" you gasped, horrified.
"Relax. The only difference it only comes off with magic" mom soothed.
"I just need time alone to deal with this. How would you like the whole 'your family is full of witches. By the way, you're going to turn into a girl and regress to an unknown age'?" you snapped.
"I wouldn't be too happy" mom admitted. She paused and said, "Are you worried about what your sisters would say?"
"No" you snarled, your temper finally snapping. Angrily, you stormed open to your door, flung it open and glared mom down. At that moment you saw that you had lost an inch as well. "Look at me!"
Mom looked troubled. "Okay, John. I'll give you some space."
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