Post by kingfaraday on Aug 27, 2017 11:17:23 GMT -6
Yet Another AP Story
By Alena
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon; the sky was a perfect blue, the birds were singing, noise pollution was near minimal. Yes, it was the most gorgeous day I’d seen in ages… but I was in the mall, so never really saw it. I didn’t really care anyway.
I was wandering around through the many stores with my little 8-year old sister, Sharon. Obviously, a ten-year age difference makes hanging out in a mall fairly difficult. Different interests and tastes; it’s hard to agree on what stores to go to. But I love my little sister, so I’d endure the embarrassment for her sake. Besides, my mother was somewhere else in the mall. And it’s a well known fact: while it’s impossible to find anyone in a crowded mall, you’d be surprised how quickly your parents could find you when you make your younger sibling cry.
So somehow or another, we manage to agree on some stores. But those weren’t the stores that mattered.
After an hour and a half, we were supposed to meet up with our mom at the center of the mall. We headed there, but at some point, I noticed a new store at the corner of my eye. As I stopped to take a closer look I quickly grabbed Sharon’s shirt to make sure she didn’t keep going. “What are you looking at, Alena?” she asked with a confused tone in her voice.
“Was that place there when we passed by here before?” I asked as I pointed to the unusual shop. I felt pretty dumb that I even needed to ask. “Morph Magic Mania? That’s an odd name for a store. I’ve never even heard of it.”
Curiously, I headed unconsciously in its direction. “Alena! Mommy will get mad at us if we’re late.” She warned me.
“She can wait a few extra minutes… it’s okay.” She wasn’t convinced. “I’ll take the blame.” Still not convinced. “And I’ll buy you something from Carvel later.” That worked.
We walked into what looked like a combination between a magic shop, a party store, and every fairy-tale villain’s lair molded into one. It was pretty cool actually. An odd, old woman came up to us as we entered. “Welcome children to Triple-M! What has caught your interests today?”
“Triple-M? Oh, I get it…” I said under my breath. Then, so she could hear, “Actually, we had never noticed this place was here before, so we came to check it out. What kind of place is this anyway?”
Sharon walked to another part of the store to stare at some bizarre-looking food under glass. I looked around the area without ever leaving the spot where I was standing. (and continually glancing at Sharon to make sure she didn’t break anything) But it was an awkward place: potions, and jewelry, and electronics, and clothing, and food… things you wouldn’t normally see all in the same store.
“This is a magic shop.” The old woman explained with a wide smile. “It’s a magic shop for those who wish to change themselves.”
“Change themselves?” I asked.
“Hey Alena! Will you buy me one of these cookies?” Sharon called as she pointed at something under the glass.
The old woman and I walked over to take a closer look. “Those are animal crackers.” The old woman told her.
“They don’t look like animals…” we said at the same time.
“No, no. Not like that. If you ate one, you’d turn into an animal. This one in particular would change you into a hippopotamus.”
“I don’t want a cookie anymore…” she said with a frown.
The old woman couldn’t help but laugh. “There’s also potions that change one’s appearance and figure, clothing that change one’s gender or size. In fact, if you can name the transformation, one of our products can cause it.”
“How about age?”
“Of course… it’s one our most popular types.”
“But if you can change yourself in any way, why are you still so old like that? No offense or anything.”
“Actually, I like it better like this. I’m really about your age.” Stated the old woman. I wasn’t really buying it, but somehow it was fairly appealing. She walked behind the counter and picked up a peculiar-looking remote control. “If you’re looking for something that will change your age though, we have this. All you do, is type the number of the age you want, and whomever it’s pointed at, will be changed as though they were that age. And the best part is, the only ones who recognize the change occurred at all is the holder, and depending on whether this switch is pulled, the target.” she pointed at a small switch on the back.
“How much is it?”
“Well, normally it’s over a hundred dollars, but because you and your sister are such cute kids, I’ll give you a huge discount.” She showed me the new price, which instantly made me a believer. I bought it. “And I’ll even throw in this for you, little girl.” She said as she handed my sister the cookie. Sharon took it reluctantly.
We left the store shortly afterward. Sharon gave the cookie to some other kid we walked by. “What did you want the remote for, Alena?” she asked.
“It’s supposed to change a person’s age.” I told her as I stared at it from every angle.
“You mean, like, I could be the big sister, and you could be the little sister?” she sounded interested now.
“Well, yeah… that’s not what I had in mind though.” I stuffed it into the plastic bag given to me, and started swinging it nonchalantly when I saw my mother.
“What took so long, you two?” My mom demanded. “What did you buy?”
“We went to this store with cookies that turn people into hippos and TV controls that make people…-” Sharon started to say excitedly before I threw my hand over her mouth.
“Nothing, we just lost track of time.” I lied. “And this is just… something for my computer.”
She looked at us skeptically, but decided not to argue. “Well, let’s go. Kevin is coming over tonight, and I want to get home before he does.”
“Kevin?” We both swooned his name. “Kevin’s going to be over?”
“That’s right. So I expect you two to behave yourselves.”
“We will!” Biiiiig smiles.
When we returned home, I instantly ran ahead into my room and closed the door behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair is only down to my shoulders and jet black. My skin is as pale as healthily possible, and my body frame is relatively scrawny. Short and underdeveloped for my age, I’m too often referred to as cute. Not to say it’s a bad thing, but I’d rather be hot or sexy or something… cute is too childish. To say in the least, at 18 years of age, I still look like I’m 13. Thus why I wanted the remote.
Anyway, Kevin is my mom’s boyfriend. They’re both in their mid-forties, but for some reason he’s still very attractive to me. Even my sister likes him. Though it was probably a horrible thing to do, my plan in buying the remote was to make myself old enough to be appealing to him. I’d then steal him from my mom and have him all to myself. Admittedly, I’m selfish. But I want to at least try. I mean, the remote probably doesn’t work anyway.
The door to my room flew open and Sharon walked in. “So, what are we going to do with the remote?” She asked she bounced onto my bed.
“We aren’t doing anything. I am going on a date with Kevin.”
Her mouth gaped. “How are you going to do that?”
“I’m going to make myself old enough, and then I’ll try to be more appealing than mom. But I want to test it first. Wanna try it, Sharon?” She nodded excitedly. “Okay, how old do you want to be?”
“Make me 18 like you! We could be twins!”
“Okay, let’s try it.” I looked down at the remote and typed ‘1-8-ENTER’, while pointing it at Sharon.
Sharon jumped off the bed and practically pushed me out of the way of the mirror. She stared at her reflection for a long moment as she waited for something to happen. Then suddenly, her body actually started to grow. Within seconds, she no longer fit in her clothes, which caused them to tear. Before I knew it, there was a mature, mostly naked girl sitting where my little sister once was.
“Oh my God… Sharon? Are you okay? I wasn’t expecting it to actually work.”
Her head lifted and she slowly stood up. She was about three inches taller than me… and at least a cup size bigger. Add long, dark hair, a shapely rear, and a no freckles, and you had my sister at my age. I swear if I didn’t love my little sister so much I’d have killed her. I wasn’t even comfortable looking at her.
“That felt SO good!” She said in her new older voice… which also was more attractive than mine. “But… I’m cold.” She wrapped her arms around herself. Good.
“Hmm… I never thought about clothes.” I said thoughtlessly as I walked over to my closet. I threw a plain outfit onto my bed. She put them on, and furthermore had the nerve to say they were tight on her. “Oh shut up! Do you want me to change you back?” I threatened.
“No! Let me stay like this!” she begged at my feet. “I like looking like this.”
“I, on the other hand, could wait another ten years.”
Suddenly, both our heads whipped upward when we heard the doorbell. This was followed by our mother’s voice shouting from downstairs, “Could one of you girls get that? I’m a little busy at the moment.”
Before I could even think, Sharon zoomed past me and down the stairs. “No, Sharon! Don’t! You’ll be…-” I put the remote in my pocket and quickly ran after her, but it was too late. She’d already opened the door to reveal Kevin.
For a short moment, I think both me and him had the same bewildered face looking at Sharon. But then I was sent into shock when he said, “Hey Sharon! It’s been a while. My, how you’ve grown.” Of course she giggled.
I sat down on the stairs. “I forgot. The only people who recognize the change are the target and the one who causes it.” I thought to myself. “I guess that means he recognizes her as my twin sister... how annoying. Although, this could be a blessing on another level.”
Kevin stepped into the house and waved to me. “Hi, Alena! How are you?” I smiled and waved back. I felt speechless now, because I was definitely going to fall through with my plan now. Sharon giddily walked up (bouncing the whole way… ::grumble: and sat behind me. “It works, Alena! He doesn’t suspect a thing.” She whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, I know. Pretty awesome, eh?” I whispered back.
“Where’s your mother?” he asked as he stood in the doorway.
“I think she’s getting changed. You can just wait on the couch.” I told him. I turned to my sister and pulled the remote out of my pocket. “I have a plan. Wish me luck.” I flipped the remote over and flicked the switch. Sharon flew up the stairs; probably to stare at herself some more.
I jumped to my feet at the bottom of the staircase. I passed into my mother’s room where she was busy applying makeup. She saw me in the mirror and asked, “What is it, Alena? Do you need something?”
“Sorry mommy.” I said as I pointed the remote at her. I typed ’4-Enter’.
She turned around to me with a confused face. “Alena? What are you talking about? What are you apologizing…-” but she never got to finish the sentence before her entire body began to shrink into her clothes. Her little head poked around in fear.
Finally, I pointed the remote to myself and, with a deep breath, dialed ‘4-0-Enter’. My whole body felt like it was burning, although at the exact same time, I felt excited and relieved. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever felt. Either way, it was a short and quick feeling and it had already gone away. My eyes shifted back and forth as I tried to comprehend what I’d done to myself. Then I rushed to the mirror.
My hair was long… longer than I’d ever anticipated growing it. But it was beautiful. I was only a little taller, but the extra height was all in my legs, making them long and sexy. My breasts were also bigger, somewhat drooping from the age, but barely. Either way, it was still an improvement. My face finally had a mature look to it, too… my freckles were gone. I was pretty… beautiful… gorgeous… sexy.
*This story was not originally intended to be a two-parter… but after this point, I got really, really stumped for whatever reason. Any feedback or suggestions is very much appreciated.