Part 16 Areg5
Kayla was welcomed into the store. She was beginning to have a difficult time telling dream from reality, as the store was exactly the same in each, and unlike other things she would dream about, she had very good recollection of these dreams. The dreamkeeper smiled at her.
"So, you want to be older, do you," the man started saying. "How much older?"
"Well not like, y'know old n wrinkly. But I want to be older than Jennifer anyway so she won't boss me around anymore," Kayla explained.
"You have been a good ally, Kayla, and I feel like I do owe you at the very least my thanks," the dreamkeeper said warmly. "I feel like I may well be able to satisfy the needs of some of the others in your family, and your need all at once." With that, he led her to one of his rooms. When he opened the door Kayla was surprised to see her parent's room. When he closed the door behind her she realized that she was in her own home. This was so weird! Not an empty room, like before. She sat down on the bed. She was wearing only an oversized tee shirt and panties, although these were now a little tight on her. They fit her fine when she was 11! She felt her budding breasts under the shirt. It felt so nice to be more grown up now, she thought, but she has to get clothes that fit her better. Maybe she could borrow something from Jennifer.
She was beginning to feel tired and laid down on the bed. Marci was sleeping in her room, and she didn't want to disturb her. She turned out the light and got under the covers. I few minutes later the door opened and Marci came in, rubbing her eyes and holding her teddy bear. She climbed into the bed with her.
"Where did you go? I was scared," Marci said. Kayla kissed her and held her close against her breast.
"That's ok, sweetie, you can sleep with me," Kayla said soothingly, and Marci cuddled up to her. Kayla patted her bottom. "That's my little girl," she whispered. She felt an odd tingling in her breast, and her nipples started to itch. She had never felt anything like it before. Feeling her breast, she thought it felt a little bigger. She smiled. Her little girl was a little restless and she hugged her close. The itch got stronger. She tried to scratch herself but it wouldn't go away. And....funny....she felt two damp spots on her shirt. That was odd. She took off her shirt; it was getting too small anyway. Too small, and too childish for a 13 year old, she thought. Her cotton panties were very snug too, but she left them on. Marci snuggled up against her naked breast, and Kayla smoothed back her hair. How small her mother had become, she thought, just a toddler now. Kayla patted her bottom again. Marci was wearing big girl panties...and maybe that wasn't a good idea until Kayla was sure that Marci wouldn't have any accidents. She didn't during the day, but Kayla couldn't remember if Marci used the potty before she went to sleep. Kayla got out of the bed, hearing Marci stir. She went to the closet and wasn't at all surprised to find a package of diapers and baby wipes. She took one out of the package.
Kayla gently turned Marci on her back and lifted her nightie. She slid the panties off of her and Marci was awoken. "Wha....what," she started to say.
"Shhh....it's ok baby," Kayla said soothingly, lifting the little girl's bottom and diapering her.
"But....but....I'm a ...big girl mommy," Marci said sleepily.
She called her mommy! That's so sweet, Kayla thought. "You're mommy's big girl, and if your don't wet your diaper tonight then it's only big girl panties for you," Kayla whispered. She kissed the little girl on the cheek and turned out the light. Marci cuddled against her again. It felt so...nice...to feel her little cheek resting on her breast. He lips were so close to her nipple...it made it itch even more. Then...she felt her lips actually brush against her. It felt so good...so natural.
"Is baby hungry," Kayla whispered. Marci didn't answer. Kayla held the child close to her and directed her nipple into her mouth. The little girl started to instinctively suckle, and Kayla felt a rush of pleasure. She felt her breasts swell, and her legs grew longer underneath the sheets. Her panties became uncomfortably tight and she slid them off. She held little Marci, cradling her little bottom. Did she just get a little smaller? Kayla couldn't tell in the dark. Maybe not. Maybe she just felt a little smaller. Milk leaked from her other breast and Kayla switched Marci to the other side. Kayla felt Marci's diaper get warm and full, and was glad that she took that precaution. The little girl fell asleep while she nursed. The itch in Kayla's nipples was gone, but now she had to pee. She got out of the bed careful not to wake her daughter and went to the bathroom. After she relieved herself she looked in the mirror and smiled. A young woman, about 25 years old smiled back at her. Wow, she was all grown up! She was tall, too! Even taller than Jennifer, she thought. She admired her full, round breasts, her tight bottom, her newly grown pubic hair.
"This is so cool," Kayla said aloud, startled a bit at the sound of her deeper, adult voice. She went to what used to be her mother's dresser and picked out a pair of panties and a short nightie, with which she could expose her breast in case Marci was hungry in the middle of the night. She laid back down in the bed and let the little girl cuddle up next to her. "That's it, sweetie....my little baby....mommy's little girl," she whispered. She started drifting off to sleep.
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Jennifer was thinking long and hard. On the one hand, she loved being like the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth. It certainly gave her a sense of power and superiority. On the other hand, should couldn't even walk down the street, or in the mall, or anywhere without constant stares, mostly from men (and boys) of all ages. And the creepy thing was the stares from the women, some of whom she was SURE were gay. Yuck.
But how could she give up beauty? Her whole life, she was pretty. When she passed through adolescence she began spending extra time getting ready for school; choosing the 'right' clothes, doing her hair, and make-up. It just seemed unnatural to wish away something she has always strived for. She was confused, and just didn't know what to do.
Jennifer was sure about one thing, however. Katie was right. She shouldn't have let the dreamkeeper into her head. That couldn't help her confusion, of that she was sure. She ducked into the store for cover, and he's all too willing to help her, but it's that kind of help she felt she didn't need.
"Now, Jennifer, that's not very nice," he said, reading her thoughts.
"Cut that out!" she exclaimed. "How dare you read my thoughts!"
"It's what I do. And don't be upset with me, I came through on our deal," the man said.
"The hell you did! You were supposed to turn my dad back into his normal self," Jennifer fumed.
"I never said that. As I recall, the deal was that you let me grant one of your desires and I would try to get Billy away from Peter. It's not my fault that your erstwhile father did not choose to become a middle aged man. You should take up that decision with him. His dominant personality as been released, and it is that which will decide his fate," the man explained.
"Dominant personality?" Jennifer asked, confused.
"Yes. We all have them. In the case of her mother, she wanted to be younger. Even she wasn't aware of how much younger she wanted to be, but had to be shown by her dominant personality, who happens to be a young child. Now Billy's dominant personality was 'that tramp,' more so than a young boy, but both of them where far more compelling than his true form. By superseding Billi, I fulfilled my part of the bargain. It has made her quite mad, you know. I don't know how long she can be held off," the dreamkeeper finished.
"And what about Kayla?" Jennifer asked.
"Kayla is mature beyond her years, and maybe beyond yours," the man said with a smile.
"Look, I think you are just trying to confuse me! It's not some pent up 'dominant personalities' that is changing my family like this, making my mom into a toddler and my dad into a pre-teen kid that really wants to be a teen girl, but you!" Jennifer said, exasperated.
"Think what you want. Now, if that's all I can do for you, I'll leave you to your admirers," he said, motioning to the front door.
"Um....well, do you have back door or something," Jennifer said under her breath.
"That I do. In fact, its more or less a short cut to your house," the man said, leading her to the back door. He showed her in, and Jennifer was stunned to see that the door led to her room. She walked in, and the door shut behind her. When she opened it she saw the door now led to her familiar hallway.
"Too weird," she thought. She should have never let this guy get to her. She was sure all of this dominant personality stuff was a bunch of nonsense, a way of placating her while shifting the blame from himself. He just likes chaos, or something. These last few days have just been to unreal. She got ready for bed, not knowing what else to do.
"Dominant personality. So does that mean mine is a beauty queen? If it is, then why was I getting so uncomfortable with the attention," she thought. She started to drift off to sleep when the dreamkeeper's words echoed in her head...'Kayla is mature beyond her years, and maybe beyond yours...' Jennifer sat bolt upright in her bed. Oh no! Was Kayla going to be turned into an old crone? Cold fear shot through Jennifer as she jumped out of her bed and ran to Kayla's room. She pushed open the door, but the bed was empty. Where was her little sister? Where was Marci? She looked down the hall and saw the door to her parent's room ajar, and she ran over to it and pushed it open. The dim light of the hallway shown on a beautiful young woman, with a very young child at her breast. "Kayla," she gasped.
"Shhhh, you'll wake the baby," she said, getting out of the bed. She tucked the little girl in and put some pillows around her to keep her from falling out of the bed. She walked over to Jennifer and led her back to her room. "Why are you up so late, dear...did you have a nightmare?" Kayla asked.
"Kayla, how can you be so calm about this! Look at yourself! You're grown up!" Jennifer exclaimed.
"You really have to be more quiet, honey, I don't want you to wake up the whole house," Kayla said. "Of course I'm grown up, as I am supposed to be. After all, this family needs a mother, doesn't it? I know little Marci needs her mommy," she said, pushing strands of loose hair from Jennifer's eyes.
"Oh, is that who you are now, my mother?" Jennifer asked, sarcastically.
"Somebody has to look out for you kids now," Kayla said. "Especially you. And little Marci can't anymore. Is it so hard for me to accept me as you mother," she asked. "Why don't you try?"
Jennifer felt woozy. She desperately wanted her mother back, she knew that. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry, sweetie, it's ok," Kayla said soothingly.
"But Kayla, it's...it's just not right...it's not," Jennifer said, crying now.
"Of course its 'right,'" Kayla said. "Its right that your are my child, isn't it. You're my big girl, aren't you," she said, her voice hypnotic.
"I...I guess," she said, looking at her mother. She felt a strange tingle, and let her mother hug her.
"You're really just a young girl, after all. Look at you, growing up so fast. But not all grown up yet, are you," Kayla said, seeing Jennifer shrink a little. Her breasts had gotten a little smaller, her face a little more innocent. "you just wanted to think that you were more grown up than you really are, didn't you? Look at what you are wearing," she said, tugging at the baby-doll nightie she had on.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing," Jennifer said, a little defensively.
"Why, nothing, dear. I just thought you would be more comfortable in your own clothing, that's all," she said, seeing Jennifer shrink again. She looked like she was about 14 years old. Her small breasts had lost their former fullness, and one of the straps started to slip down her shoulder.
"But...but mommy," Jennifer started to say.
Kayla pulled the hem of Jennifer's nightie up enough to show her silky, white panties, which were no longer form fitting but a little bit wrinkled. Her legs were more slender than they had been. "I think we can find some better fitting undies for you too, dear," and at that, Jennifer shrank even more. She was now 12 years old. Kayla stood up and walked Jennifer to her old room. As they walked Jennifers panties started to slide down her now slender hips and she had to hold them up with her other hand to keep them from falling off. She sat Jenny down on her old bed and looked through her dresser. Jenny didn't know why she was in her big sister's room before, or how she had gotten there. Mommy came over to her and helped her out of her nightie. Her breasts had been reduced to two swollen nipples.
"That's my little girl," Kayla purred. "Why were you playing dress up, so late at night? You should be asleep young lady," she said with a smile.
"I dunno," Jenny said, now about 10 years old. She sat on the bed in her comically large underwear, her chest now completely flat. "Cuz it 's fun, I guess."
"Well, it's time we get you to bed now, isn't it princess?" she asked. Jenny nodded, and her mommy pulled off her panties exposing her as completely bare and smooth. She helped her into a pair of pink cotton panties that didn't quite fit...they were a little big on her. She pulled a pink nightie over her head with little puffed sleeves, and fixed her hair into a ponytail. She tucked her into her bed and gave her a stuffed doggie that the 8 year old held close. "Goodnight, princess," she said, kissing her. Little Jenny finally fell asleep.
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Billi led Billy by the hand through a door in the back of the shop. The door led to a bedroom that looked like it belonged to a teenaged girl, and Billy recognized it as belonging to Jennifer. She wasn't around, though.
"Isn't this a great room, Billy? Jennifer has such nice stuff, don't you think? She's not around, we can look at whatever we want," Billi said.
Billy felt oddly excited to be in the room of a 16 year old girl. He saw some of Jennifer's clothing strewn about, a white silky pair of panties on her dresser, and a bra lying on the floor. In the back of his mind he wondered what it would feel like to wear clothes like that. Billi saw him looking at the feminine underwear and giggled. "Why don't you try them on, I won't tell," she laughed.
"I dunno...," Billy said.
"Come on, it's just for fun," Billi coaxed.
"I can't get changed in front of you," Billy said, his face crimson.
Billi laughed. "It's not like I never saw a little boy naked before," she said.
"I'm not a little boy, I'm 11," Billy said, indignant.
"Oh, well excuse me!" she said, walking up to Billy. "I bet you never kissed a girl before, did you Billy?" she asked.
"Sure I did," he said.
"Your mommy and sisters don't count," Billi laughed.
"Um...well, uh...no, I never kissed a girl but I almost did once," Billy lied.
"Yeah, right I'm like so sure you did," she laughed. "Do you think I'm pretty, Billy," she asked, teasing him.
"Uh...s...sure," Billy stammered. Billi was very, very pretty. She was wearing a very familiar skimpy blue bikini. She was a lot taller than he was, because she was 16.
"I bet you want to kiss me, don't you," she said, moving closer to the boy.
"Y....yeah...," was all he could manage.
"Well, I have this sorta kinky game we could play. Like why don't you get dressed up just like a girl, and we can like...you know....make out," she giggled.
Billy gulped. He really wanted to make out with Billi, and...if he had to dress up like a girl...was that so bad? "O....ok," he croaked.
At that Billi walked up to him. The top of his head came up to her chin. She pulled his tee shirt over his head, and pulled down his shorts smiling at how he looked in just his white briefs. Billy was shaking. "Mind if I help you out of these, little boy," she said as she slid down his underwear revealing his bare, hairless crotch. "Aren't you just the cutest thing," she whispered. Billy shook even worse. "Let's help you on with your pretty panties," she said, sliding them up his legs. He couldn't believe how wonderful the silky fabric felt against his bare skin and he got an immediate erection. Billi helped him on with the bra which of course hung empty against his flat chest.
"There, now...isn't that better," she said.
"I.....I guess so," Billy stammered. Billi walked up to him and put her arms around him.
"A deal's a deal," she said, kissing him full on the lips. Billy felt a rush go through him, and as he kissed her back felt a weird tingling in his groin and chest. When at last they stopped kissing, Billi looked at him and smiled. "That was very nice...I never kissed a girl before," she said with a laugh. At first Billy didn't understand what she meant. She must have been talking about how he was dressed. She reached under his bra and found a very sensitive nipple. He moaned when she rubbed it. Her other hand moved down under his panties and he felt her finger...inside of him!
"Aren't you a sweet little girl," she said. "But I think you are like way too young to make out with me," she said pulling Billy down onto the bed. She started kissing Billy again, and as she did, Billy felt his chest swell until two beautiful, tanned breasts filled the cups of his bra. His panties grew snug too, and he felt wetness between his legs. After a long while kissing, he opened his eyes and saw the 11 year old boy that he was. "Goodbye," Billy said, as he faded away and disappeared. Billi was left alone in her bedroom. She put on a dry pair of panties and went to sleep.
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Katie drove like a girl possessed, ignoring stop signs and red lights. She was deeply concerned about Jennifer, and from what she had read, knew that she was no match for the dreamkeeper. She needed help, or her friend and her family were doomed. She drove on, to an older part of town. In the old days, the Victorian mansions that lined the streets were the homes of the richest people in town. Now, it was a run down ghetto, and many of the buildings were crack houses, whore houses, and worse. One of the houses however was in nearly pristine condition, and had escaped the surrounding ruin. It was here that aunt Martha lived.
Martha, had always been Katie's favorite relative. She had a wondrous house, and many cats. When she was small, Katie loved to explore all of the closets, attics, and basement. Martha kept all kinds of bizarre clothing and memorabilia. Now, Katie wasn't sure if Martha was a blood relative or not. For as long as she had known her, she has always looked about the same. She appeared to be in her mid fifties, and was certainly eccentric. To the best of Katie's knowledge, she was never married. She didn't have a job and Katie assumed she lived on some sort of pension. Martha was never concerned at the state of her neighborhood, and indeed had never had any trouble with the locals.
Katie pulled the car into the driveway and ran up to the door. Before she could knock, the door swung open. "Well, dear, come in," Martha said. "I've been expecting you," she said, letting Katie in and closing the door behind them. She showed the girl into the sitting room, and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned with two cups of tea, and some scones.
"Now, dear, tell me what brings you here in such a rush," Martha said. At that, Katie related all the events of the previous days. As she told her tale, Martha sat back in her chair, drank her tea, petted her cats and listened.
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To be continued