Sandy Morris tried to keep up with her mom walking in the mall, but
her 9 year old legs were no match for her mother's greater stride. Gail
Morris looked back impatiently at her daughter, "Hurry up honey, or I'll
leave you behind."
Running and catching up with her mom, Sandy noticed a store that
looked interesting. She begged her mom to let her go in and look around,
and Gail reluctantly agreed, knowing that if she didn't Sandy would pout for
an hour.
Looking up at the sign saying Spells R Us, they walked in. Gail
didn't remember seeing this store before, but then again it had been a month
since she'd last been in the mall, and new stores came and went, so this one
was no surprize. Gail looked around in disappointment, seeing that the place
seemed to have all sorts of cheap junk. She saw what looked like a few
antiques, and what looked like a bit of cheap imitations of brand names.
Overall, she decided that the place looked more like a flea market or a garage
sale than a store in a mall. Obviously, she decided, this store isn't going to
stay in business for very long.
Sandy on the other hand was greatly impressed by the large variety of
things, only some of which she could guess the purpose of. It all seemed so
mysterious and magical to her. Then an old man walked out of a door behind
the counter, and smiled pleasantly at them. Sandy smiled back, somehow
liking this old man.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"No thank you" Gail responded, picking up a small ceramic egg to
look at, "We're just looking" The Old Man smiled and shook his head as if
to say "Suit yourselves."
Strolling through one isle, Sandy stared at one thing after another,
then she saw something that caught her eye. Several barbie dolls were
sitting on a shelf, drawing her child's eyes like a magnet. She looked at one
of them on the shelf, which seemed somehow to be special. She didn't
know why, since the doll looked like any other barbie, but for some reason,
Sandy knew that this doll was different. Special somehow. She knew she
had to have it.
Picking it up, she looked over at the old man. "How much is this
barbie?" she asked him, worrying since she only had a little bit of her
allowance left, and really wanted the doll.
The Old Man hesitated, as if trying to decide something them he
pleasantly said, "That's not a barbie doll. Nope" he said shaking his head,
"She's a Wendy doll. Much rarer, and much more special" Sandy
impatiently waited for him to tell her the price. "Tell you what", he said
smiling down at her from behind the counter, "I'll sell her to you for a dollar
sixty"
Sandy started digging through her pockets, happy to find that she had
exactly $1.60 left from her allowance. Excitedly, she handed the money
over to the Old Man.
As he took the money, the Old Man, still smiling pleasantly, said
"Have fun with her Sandy"
It wasn't until she was leaving the mall that Sandy wondered how the
Old Man knew her name.
Sandy couldn't wait to get home and play with her new doll. As soon
as they got in, she ran upstairs to her room, nearly running into her brother
Jason as she got to the door.
"Watch where you're going, stupid" 12 year old Jason yelled at her.
Then he pushed past her and ran down stairs.
Stepping inside her room, Sandy tried to hold the tears back. Jason
always picked on her. He's so mean, she thought. Wiping the tears from her
eyes, Sandy wished she were an only child.
Then she remembered the new doll, and the incident was immediately
forgotten. She tore the doll out of the box, and held it up looking at it. It
looked like any other barbie doll, with long blonde hair, large breasts, and an
impossibly thin waist. The usual exaggerated shape. But somehow, Sandy
knew, it was special. She stared at the doll trying to figure out how, when
suddenly she felt a strange twist, and a brief dizziness.
Then she noticed that the doll in her hands had changed. It looked
just like she did. She was confused for a second, then realized that her
hands had changed. She had long fingernails. Looking down, she realized
that wasn't all that had changed. She saw a huge pair of breasts coming out
of her own chest.
In shock, she put her hands to them, and felt that they were real. She
could even feel the weight of them on her chest. Looking down, she saw
that she was dressed in all the same clothes the doll had been wearing just
moments before, and looking closer, she realized the doll not only looked
like her now, but had all her clothes on. She began to get very afraid.
Looking around her room, Sandy realized that everything looked a bit
smaller. She knew that somehow, she looked like the doll. Her curiosity
began to get aroused. She went to take a step, and felt wobbly for a second,
then caught her balance. Looking down, she realized she was wearing high
heels. Taking a few more cautious steps, she found that she could walk all
right. It was just the surprise of the first step that caught her off balance.
Careful not to be seen, she snuck out of her room and down the hall
to the bathroom where she could look at herself in the mirror. What she saw
was what she'd expected to see. She now looked like a human version of
the Wendy doll. Incredibly long legs, large but firm breasts and a waspish
waist. She stared at her face for a few seconds, then ran her hands through
her now long and wavy blonde hair.
"Wow" she said, surprised to hear the adult voice coming out of her
mouth, "I'm a grown up" Carefully she snuck back into her room, afraid of
being caught, and having the feeling that she'd get in trouble.
She looked at the doll again, trying to figure out how it did this,
when she again felt the strange twisting. She saw that the doll looked like
itself again, and looking down saw that she had gone back as well. Carefully
she put the doll down on the bed, afraid of it.
After a few minutes, her curiosity returned, overwhelming her fear.
Carefully she picked it back up, and again stared at it. Again she felt the odd
twisting through herself, and found herself looking like the doll again. She
stared at the doll again, and found herself back to normal.
She changed back and forth several times, convincing herself it was
safe, and making sure that it worked. She noticed that the dolls clothes
became real clothes on her, and this gave her an idea. She changed the
clothes on the doll, putting on some from another doll of hers. Then she
changed again, and was pleased to see that the new clothes changed into real
clothes on her as well.
Sandy didn't want to tell anyone about the doll. She was afraid that
she'd get in trouble for having it, and they'd take the doll away from her.
She didn't want that. Especially since she'd spent her own money to buy it.
That night at dinner, Sandy and Jason started fighting again. "Stop it
you two" Gail snapped at them. This time it seemed that Jason was kicking
Sandy under the table, but he claimed she started it by sticking her tongue
out at him. Exasperated, Gail wondered if this would ever end.
Gail went back to talking to her husband William about their plans for
the evening, and Jason took advantage of his parents distraction to give his
sister one more kick, which started her crying again.
The phone rang, and Gail got up to answer it. Coming back a minute
later, she disappointedly told William "Annie's sick and can't make it for
tonight. We'll have to find another sitter" She hoped they could on such
short notice since she didn't want to miss their dancing date for the night.
Hearing this, Jason proudly spoke up "I don't need a baby-sitter. I
can take care of myself"
Tiredly, Gail said, "No. You're not old enough to stay home by
yourself yet. Maybe in a year though."
"Why not?" Jason whined.
"NO!! That's final." Gail said, impatiently. "Besides, even if we
could leave you home alone, Sandy would still need a baby-sitter"
Overhearing all this, Sandy began to have an idea.
Several hours later, Gail and William were already dressed up, and
impatient to go, but Gail was getting off the phone with the ninth attempted
sitter, shaking her head no again. They were about to give up and spend the
night at home.
Sandy walked up to them, making a big yawn. "I'm going upstairs to
play with my dolls" she told them as she began heading upstairs. Idly, Gail
wondered why Sandy was telling them that, then turned back to call the tenth
and last name on the list.
Getting into her room, Sandy pulled out the doll and made sure it was
dressed right. Then she put it in her fanny pack, and carefully climbed out
her bedroom window. Nimbly, she got onto the tree outside the window,
and climbed down it. Then on the ground, making sure that no one was
watching, she pulled out the doll.
Gail hung the phone up, again having no success. She was about to
tell William they were going to have to stay home, when the door bell rang.
Curious, she went to see who it could be. She was surprised upon opening it
to see a young woman standing there. She looked around 19. She had long
blonde hair, very generous breasts and a thin waist. She was dressed up in
blue jeans, a T shirt and tennis shoes, none of which could hide the
impressive figure in front of her.
Sandy hesitated for a moment, remembering the speech she'd
planned, then talking as much like her old baby sitters as she could she said
"Uh, Hi. Um, Mo... Mrs. Morris" she said, almost calling her Mom by
mistake. "Annie said she was sorry she couldn't make it, and she asked me
to come by and baby-sit for you" Sandy felt proud for getting it out.
Gail looked at this girl in front of her, thinking she obviously didn't
seem to be very intelligent. Probably some kind of bimbo. "And, WHO are
you?" she asked, not believing this.
"Oh" Sandy said, not having thought of a new name, "Wendy"
remembering the dolls name.
Just then William came over to see who was at the door, and couldn't
help but stare at the gorgeous young woman standing there.
Gail felt a surge of jealousy as she saw her husbands stare, then she
explained why "Wendy" was there.
Again, Gail looked at this girl, thinking it would be crazy to leave her
kids with some person she didn't even know. But for some reason the girl
in front of her seemed familiar. She felt somehow that she wasn't any kind
of threat. Then against her better judgment, and because of her desperation,
she agreed to let "Wendy" babysit.
Then Gail started talking about pay, when they'd be home, the kids
bedtime and several other things.
"Jason" Gail called, "come over here and meet Wendy. She'll be
watching you and Sandy tonight." Jason came over, then stopped staring at
"Wendy" At twelve years old, he'd just begun noticing girls, and was
immediately infatuated with the one that stood at the door. "Be good, don't
give Wendy any problems, and do what she says." Jason dumbly nodded.
Sandy felt thrilled. She'd fooled her parents, and even her brother.
Then Gail said, "Oh yeah. I'd better introduce you to my daughter Sandy"
She felt a surge of fear.
Quickly Sandy said "I'll go introduce myself" and ran upstairs. This
left both Gail and William a bit curious as to how this girl seemed to know
their house. Sandy hid in her room for a minute, then came back down
stairs, telling them that Sandy was playing dolls and seemed sleepy so would
probably go to bed early" Her parents seemed to accept this, being impatient
to get going.
As they pulled out of the driveway, Sandy felt triumphant. She
giggled aloud. It had worked. Now, she decided, it was time to get even
with Jason for picking on her.
As Jason went to the living room to watch TV, Sandy followed, then
changed the channel on him. There wasn't really anything she wanted to
watch, but he'd done that enough on her that she enjoyed doing it back to
him. After a little while, she got up and went to the kitchen, and made
herself a sandwich, careful to leave a mess behind. When she got back to
the couch, she told him to go and clean it up. He hesitated for a second, but
still having a crush on her, went and cleaned it up without question.
While eating, Sandy made sure to leave a few crumbs around and a
bit of a mess. Again she told Jason to clean it up. He protested saying "But
you made it"
She smiled a little maliciously, then said "If you don't clean it up, I'll
tell your parents that you made it" He stared at her in shock. He couldn't
believe that she'd do that. Reluctantly he cleaned up her mess, which thrilled
Sandy.
As the night continued, she took great delight in interrupting him
whenever he started to do anything, and making him clean something up, or
do something. He was beginning to dislike her and was getting angry.
Finally, Sandy couldn't think of anything else to have him do, so told
Jason to go to bed. "But its not my bed time yet. Not for another hour"
"It is now that I say so" she told him. "Remember, your mom said to
do what I said. If you don't, I'll tell her you were a brat, and you'll get
grounded" Angrily, Jason stared at her, but knowing that she was right, he
did as she said and went to bed early.
Sandy sat on the couch giggling. It felt so nice to get even with
Jason.
When her parents returned, they were both in a very good mood, and
Gail was slightly drunk. Sandy told them that their kids were both sleeping
and had been no problem. They looked around and saw how clean the house
was (courtesy of Jason) and decided she was one of the best sitters they'd
had. Thankfully they paid her, and even gave her a bonus for the good job
she did.
After leaving, Sandy snuck around the house, then pulled the doll out
from her purse where she'd hidden it, and changed back to normal. She
held the money in her hands, awed. That was the most money she'd ever
had in her life. A whole $30. And it was so easy to get. And fun. As she
began climbing back up the tree, she decided that she wanted to baby-sit
again.
Sandy waited impatiently for another chance to baby-sit, making even
Jason notice that something was up, teasing her about being in love with a
boy at school. Finally a week later, she got her chance. Her parents were
going out and needed a baby-sitter.
Again, Sandy pretended she was tired, then went up to her room,
then snuck out several minutes later.
Gail was surprised to have Wendy show up again when they were
looking for a baby-sitter. She and William were curious how she knew they
needed a sitter, but were too grateful at their good luck to question it too
closely.
This night went much like the last one, with Sandy bullying Jason
into cleaning everything up, then sending him to bed early, knowing that his
parents would believe a responsible adult over a kid like him anytime. By
this time, he was beginning to really hate Wendy. After Jason went to bed,
Sandy sat on the couch, feeling very excited and awake. She noticed how
big her bottom was.
She'd been Wendy several times now, and seemed to be able to walk
around and move without any problems, except for the first few minutes, but
every once in a while, something would suddenly remind her how odd it
was. How big her but was, and how much her chest stuck out. She
wondered if she was going to look like this when she grew up for real.
Finally her parents returned home, and thankfully paid her. She
snuck out to the back of the house and changed back. Once she was in her
room she held the $35 she'd made that night, and put it with the money from
the other time. She felt rich having all that money, and was trying what to
spend it on, but was a little nervous of how she'd explain it to her parents.
She didn't think they'd believe she had saved that much allowance at $5 a
week.
Several days later, Jason was looking all over for his favorite video
game, but couldn't find it. Finally he decided that Sandy took it, and burst
into her room, noticing only briefly that she wasn't there. He looked
around, and found it on the floor, next to her Sega Saturn. Angrily, he took
the game and was about to leave, when something attracted her notice.
He saw a doll sitting at the foot of Sandy's bed. Normally one of her
dolls wouldn't have interested him in the slightest, but he noticed that this
one was wearing the same clothes that his baby-sitter had been wearing
earlier. Looking closer, he noticed other similarities between this doll and
Wendy. He wondered briefly what his sister was doing with a doll that
looked like their baby-sitter.
Then he remembered that Sandy hid out in her bedroom whenever
Wendy came around. Smart of her, he figured, wishing he could hide out as
well. Then, leaving the doll on the bed, he left her room.
Later on, he yelled at Sandy for going into his room and taking his
game without asking, conveniently forgetting that he'd also entered her room
without asking.
It was two weeks later when Sandy got another chance to baby-sit.
Her parents were going out to a dinner with some people her dad worked
with. This time, she told them she was going over to her friend Lacey's
house, and would be back before bed time. They quickly agreed, thinking
how much money this would save them from paying Wendy.
After leaving her house, Sandy waited half an hour, then changed into
Wendy and went back. She waved good bye to her parents, then went to
work with Jason. This time, she didn't feel quite as mean, and left him
alone a bit more, but still had him do a lot of cleaning and go to bed early.
After her parents got home, she told them that Sandy had gotten home
all right, and went to bed. They paid her again, and she left. Carefully, she
snuck out around to the back.
Angrily, Jason had refused to go to sleep. They could make him go
to his room, and even get in bed, but they couldn't make him sleep. After
hearing his parents return, he looked out the door, and was surprised to see
Wendy sneaking around behind his house. Curiously he watched her as she
went to the foot of the big tree.
She pulled something out of her purse, and suddenly Jason saw that
Sandy was where Wendy had been. He watched in shock as Sandy started
climbing up the tree, and disappeared from his view.
Angrily he realized that somehow, Sandy was Wendy. He also
realized that she was always hiding out when Wendy was around, or so he'd
thought. He'd always been kept too busy to really think about it at the time
though. He didn't know how she did it, but he was determined to find out,
and to get even.
Several days later, Jason waited until his Mom took Sandy with her
to go shopping, leaving him home by himself for a little while since his Dad
was at work. After they were gone, he walked into Sandy's room and
started looking for anything unusual. He remembered that she'd held
something when she changed, but was too far away to see what it was.
Suddenly he remembered the odd doll, and started looking for that. He
found it in one of Sandy's dresser drawers.
Pulling it out, he thought it looked just like any other doll, except that
it was still dressed up in the clothes Wendy had been wearing two nights
earlier. He knew it resembled Wendy, but other than that, it looked like an
ordinary doll. He began to feel kind of foolish, thinking that this was
responsible, and was about to put it down. Taking one last close look at it,
he felt a strange wrenching inside.
Looking at the doll, he was shocked to notice that now it looked like
him. Then he realized what else had changed. He nearly screamed, putting
his hands to his breasts. Running to the mirror bathroom, he stared in the
mirror, seeing the face of his hated baby-sitter Wendy. After several
minutes, he calmed down. He realized that Sandy had been changing back
and forth with it, and knew that he could turn back to normal.
He walked around the house several minutes, realizing how much his
balance had changed. His legs felt so long, and his chest felt so big and kind
of heavy. He thought his but stuck way out, and was huge. After making
sure he could still walk around, and that he wasn't imagining things, he up
to his own room.
Remembering how he thought of Wendy when she first came to the
door, he curiously stripped the clothing off his body, and was amazed at
how he looked. He noticed that his nipples were huge. And his privates
were covered in a light blonde hair. Reaching down, he found that he had
the same slit there that his sister did. Carefully, he felt one of his fingers
begin to go inside, then pulled it back out quickly. That was way too odd.
Quickly, he dressed back up, then went back into Sandy's room. He
picked up the doll, and stared at it concentrating, and found that it had
worked. He was himself again. Cautiously, he put the doll back in the
drawer he'd found it in, trying to decide exactly what he was going to do
now that he knew what was going on.
Nearly a week later, Gail and William were looking for a baby-sitter
again, and were just about to call Annie and see if she could make it. They
wished they knew how to get hold of Wendy, but had never really thought to
ask. They were surprised to get a call from Wendy around one in the
afternoon, asking if they'd need a sitter soon. Gail told her that they needed
a sitter that night, and to come by around six. As they hung up the phone in
relief, Sandy put the phone down upstairs, smiling and quickly changing
back, and sneaking out of her parents room.
Hearing that Wendy was coming over to baby-sit again that night,
Jason finally decided what he was going to do. He waited until Sandy was
downstairs, then snuck into her room and took the doll off the foot of her
bed where she'd left it.
An hour later, Sandy was rushing everywhere looking for the doll,
afraid somehow that she forgot where she put it. "Did you see my doll?" she
demanded of Jason.
"What would I want with your stupid doll" He sneered at her, then
smirked when she went looking for it somewhere else.
It was 6 PM finally and Sandy was really frustrated. She couldn't
find her doll anywhere, and was getting really worried. The doorbell rang,
and Gail went to answer it.
Sandy turned around, and stared in horror, at Wendy, who was just
stepping inside the door. She couldn't believe it. How could Wendy be here?
She stared with her mouth open, as Wendy said good by to her parents and
they left the house.
Once they pulled out of the driveway, Wendy turned to her, with a
nasty look on her face. "It looks like I'm in charge now twerp"
Sandy felt her heart thumping wildly, and fear clutching at her throat.
"Jason?" she asked quietly, afraid she was right. Wendy just nodded her
head. OH NO Sandy thought. She had a really bad feeling about this. How
could Jason have found out?
Jason took a step towards her, making Sandy start to run. Jason
caught her within a few steps thanks to his long legs, and held her by her
arm. She tried to struggled, but Jason wasn't letting her go. Then Jason
started spanking her. It stung and she started crying, not only from the pain,
but mostly from the humiliation and feeling of helplessness.
Looking into her face, Jason snarled, "Now you get to go clean the
house. You know what'll happen if you don't do what I say" Reluctantly,
Sandy started cleaning, afraid Jason would spank her again.
Jason loved this. It felt so strange to be a grown up woman, with
parts sticking out where they shouldn't be, and the one that should be,
wasn't. He kept feeling like his butt would get jammed in the door or
something, or that he'd tip over with his chest being so large. He watched
amused as Sandy scampered around. Finally he was getting even. He
couldn't believe what she'd done to him, and he was still angry at her. He
wanted to give it back in full.
A familiar feeling hit Jason, and he realized he had to go to the
bathroom. He went in, locking the door. Carefully he pulled off his pants
and his panties, then sat down on the toilet. He hadn't forgotten for a
moment that he was a girl right now. As much as the idea disgusted him, it
also excited him. He felt the urine tinkle out between his legs into the water.
It felt about the same as always. When he was done, he saw that he was a
bit wet from it, and carefully started wiping it off with some toilet paper.
He was surprised, feeling how soft and sensitive his new private area
was. He put his finger to his slit, and rubbed it a little, amazed. He began to
feel his nipples begin to get hard and tight, then embarrassed, he pulled his
panties and pants back up, and looked at himself in the mirror.
Posing a little, he thought "This is one major babe" He only wished
he could date her rather than be her. He stood to the side, pushing his chest
out as much as he could, and sticking his butt out. He ran his hand into his
hair, and blew a kiss into the mirror. He couldn't stop thinking how hot he
looked. His nipples were very hard, and he put a hand to one, and rubbed,
amazed at how good that felt. He kept rubbing for a minute, feeling his
groin getting wet. Then in embarrassment, he stopped. Taking another long
look in the mirror, he blew himself another kiss, then left the bathroom.
Getting into the living room, he was startled to see Sandy pulling the
doll out of the purse he'd stuck it in. He'd forgotten he left it there, and had
left it all alone. He ran over to grab the doll away from Sandy, demanding
"Give me that"
"NO. It's MINE" Sandy said, refusing to let go as Jason grabbed it.
Sandy kept pulling trying to keep her doll, while Jason tried getting it back,
not wanting to get stuck like that or having Sandy get control over him
somehow.
They struggled over the doll for a minute, when suddenly it broke in
half, and each of them fell back, dropping the doll to the ground. Jason
stared in horror at the dolls upper body on the ground, while the lower body
was several feet away. "Oh God" he said, suddenly very worried. He was
suddenly very afraid that it couldn't be fixed, that he'd be stuck like that.
Sandy stared at the doll in shock, then nearly giggled as he saw the
look on her brothers, or more accurately, Wendy's face.
Jason started to feel the strange wrenching and twisting again,
relieved that he was going to change back.
Wendy Dahl bent over picking up the broken doll. Someday she was
going to be a famous model she was sure. She'd even been taking
beautician classes at the local college to help in that goal. She handed the
broken doll to Sandy, who wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry
your doll broke" Wendy said to the little girl she was baby-sitting, "I'll get
you a new one, all right" Sandy nodded up, smiling at her favorite baby
sitter. She liked Wendy, thinking of her almost like a sister. Almost, but not
quite. Sometimes though, she wished she weren't an only child.
The End