Darren always wanted a younger sister, but our mother could not have any more kids, nor was she planning on having more kids. Our father, on the other hand, always wanted a baby girl to raise, but as life goes, all three of us, Matthew (the oldest), Darren (the youngest), and I (in between) were all boys. Darren about to change that, however, as he had a plan.
I had just gotten used to being twenty by the time I graduated from high school. I was very excited that I was going to be able to do adult things. When I woke up with Darren and my father to go to the farm (Matthew was in Saginaw working at Nexteer at the time), I ate breakfast and had a glass of water, as I usually did. At that very moment, however, I could tell that something was very fishy. I shrugged it off until I started shrinking at the farm. "No!" I exclaimed. "This can't be happening to me. Not now!"
We got home from the farm and I definitely knew that something was not right. I was starting to look more and more like a girl as I shrank, something that was definitely weird. We had nothing going on that day, so we all stayed in the house for a few hours. By the time I had stopped age regressing, I was a complete, adorable, baby girl. I started to form tears in frustration. "Who did this to me?!" I asked. Darren began to pick me up and settle me at his height, and he said these exact words: "Sorry, but I always wanted a baby sister, so why not have you as the victim. I realized it was too easy when I spiked your water with the FOY water and the sissification formula from Wal-Mart and you didn't even notice! The joke is on you, now, little girl." I started to bawl my eyes out as Darren purposely said "girl".
"Don't worry," my father said. "Daddy's here for you." As I calmed down, I asked, "Did you plan this too?" He said to me, reassuringly, "No, Phillip. I had not the slightest clue of this. I do admit, though, that you look cute and adorable." "Weally?" I lisped. He said, "Yes, really. As for Darren, he will be severely punished. That was a very naughty thing for him to do. Not even spend a month as an adult and he proceeds to not only age regress you but also sissify you? That was extremely wrong on his part. I am so sorry that you had to go through this. Just relax for a few days. It's not so different from the past month."
Darren was told that he would have to completely take care of me as punishment. Not one person was allowed to help him what so ever. Darren was so furious that he bought an entire wardrobe of girl's clothing, including dresses, bows, and booties. When I saw the clothes Darren showed me, a Sunday dress, bows, and booties all cream yellow, I was horrified and refused to try it on. I had no choice, however, as Darren was much stronger than I was. I looked at myself in dismay as I viewed myself in the mirror. I then started to form tears of humiliation because I did not want this, considering it was HE who not only age regressed me, but also turned me into a complete girl. As Darren looked at me, he decided to humiliate me even further by taking a picture of me in my dress and showing it to all my friends. I went to my father in frustration and humiliation. "Look at me!" I exclaimed. "Why do I have to go through this?" As he calmed me down, he remarked, "I know. Life sometimes is not always fair or predictable. As for your attire, I think you look adorable in that dress." This lightened me up as I understood what being a girl meant for the first time.
It lasted two months! I was almost forced to act like a girl because I looked like one. When I changed back into my male, adult self, I had plans of revenge for the fiasco that occurred. Although I do admit that I was cute as a girl and might willingly do it again just for the fun of it, it was wrong on Darren's part to transform me into one, and he was especially going to pay for this, one of these days.
I always wondered how I would look sissified, so I decided to ask Gem if she could draw me that way. She agreed and the result was spectacular! I look so cute as a girl. By the way, if I would have been born a girl, my name would have been Jessica. So whenever you see like this again, I prefer to be called Jessica instead of Phillip. (This is from April 22, 2012).
