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You'll Learn

by J Adams

Contact the author at jadams@phuze.com

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Sandi and I had been married for a stormy three years. I'd accepted the fact that arguing was just a part of marriage. We fought about everything. My job, the money I made, how to spend it, her money, her job, etc. I worked in a factory and she was a legal secretary. She made more money than I did and I quickly became jealous.

The fact was that I just couldn't seem to advance beyond my current pay rate. She never failed to throw up that fact whenever we argued about money. I would tell her that I could probably earn that much too if I looked as good as she did. She would just laugh at that.

One night, we were, you guessed it, fighting. It was over her wanting to spend more money than I wanted her to, on a trip to the beauty salon. She was going to have her hair colored, permed and styled. I thought it looked great the way it was. Then she was having her going to have a manicure and pedicure. Her nails looked fine and she could've done them at home and saved money.

Finally, I said. " I'll never understand you women!" And I stormed out of the house. I got in my car and drove to a secluded spot near the lake. It was a spot where I always went to cool off after a fight. I stood there on the shore skipping rocks on the water and thinking about our fight when a car pulled in next to mine.

I watched from the shore as the driver's door opened and a woman got out. She was maybe in her mid-thirties. Not much older than me. She was wearing a blue satin dress that fell to just above her knees. The top folded across itself so that there was a deep V at the chest and exposed her cleavage. Her light brown hair fell past her shoulders and her face was pretty. She was no fashion model, but rather sex and pretty none the less.

She didn't seem to notice me standing on the shore, so I could watch her without worrying that she would get offended. I watched as she climbed on the hood of her car and sat down. As she did she exposed her white panties, but I was too far away to see much detail. She just sat there for a while looking at the lake. So, I quietly walked toward her.

As I approached I thought, she would be a fine catch. I knew a motel near by that I frequented from time to time. I might use it again this time if things worked out.

She noticed me about half way up the bank and said. " Sorry, I didn't know you were there. I just came out here to think a little."

" That's okay." I said. " I was about done thinking myself. The names Mike." I reached out my hand.

She shook it and said. " my name is Diane. So, what brings you out here at such an hour?"

" A fight with my wife. You?"

" My boyfriend."

We talked about my problems with Sandi for a while, as it continued to get later than it already was. I glanced at my watch as it was now well past sunset. It read ten o'clock. We'd been talking there for three hours. I knew that I was running out of time and that if I didn't make my move quickly I would lose out on this fine piece of tail. I suggested that we go for a ride and she said that she wanted to ask me that but didn't want me to think her too forward and she offered to drive. Not quite what I had in mind but it was a step in the right direction. So, we got into her car and left mine. That was okay, this way no one would see my car if anyone I knew happened by the motel.

We drove around for a little while when she said. " You know I've been listening to you talk about your problems and I think I can Help."

" How's that?" My mind racing at the possibilities.

She handed me a small bottle like a medicine bottle and said. " That can make all your current problems go away. You won't have to worry about them any more after drinking that."

" Thanks, but I don't do drugs." I started to hand her back the bottle.

" It's not a drug. At least not the kind you're thinking of. I guarantee that you will never have to worry about the things you have to worry about now. Wife, job, money..."

I looked at the stuff. It was the color of whiskey in a clear bottle. I thought about what she'd said as we continued to ride around. I thought about what it would mean to never have to worry about those things again. Maybe, if I drank it I would pass out and she would take me with her to some place else so that we could start over just we two. I took the cap off and looked at it again, then dumped it into my mouth. It didn't taste bad, but I wouldn't recommend it on a wine list.

Suddenly, I started feeling dizzy and my stomach did flip-flops. She pulled over and parked. I leaned back with my head against the seat and my whole body went numb. She gently took the bottle out of my hand. I tried to ask her what she'd given me, but my mouth wouldn't move. The dizziness and queasiness was clearing, but I found that I was paralyzed.

Then I felt like my body was being compressed, but it felt like it was happening from within. When my eyes focused I could tell that everything had grown, but I still couldn't move. Then I stated to regain feeling. I felt decidedly odd. My whole body felt smaller, a lot smaller.

As the feeling returned to my body, Diane pulled away and started driving again. I could feel my body but I was still paralyzed. After a few minutes we stopped. I couldn't see where we were because I couldn't see over the dash and couldn't stretch to look out the window.

Diane opened the door and got out, but I couldn't turn my head to look out of it. I could hear her go into the trunk and then come around and open my door. She had what looked like a diaper bag in her hand. I was starting to get some movement back, so I turned my head and looked out the opened door. We were back beside my car. I looked up at Diane, she looked huge, but I didn't have enough strength to say anything. She unbuttoned my shirt and said. " It works like that. The paralysis will take awhile to completely leave." I was able to look down and saw that I didn't have any hair on my chest, and it looked tiny. She pulled my oversized shirt off, then turned me so I was laying down on the seat. She slid my pants and underwear off without even unfastening my belt or pants. She picked up my shoes and socks that had been left on the floor of the car, apparently when I shrunk out of them. She bunched up all my things and walked away for a moment. Then I heard a splash. While she was gone I strained up to look at myself. I discovered that I now had the body of a child, a toddler. I also discovered that I was a girl. What the...!

I heard her coming back so I laid back down. I was in shock anyway. She opened the diaper bag and proved that is what it was by removing a diaper from it. She put the diaper on me and proceeded to dress me in a pretty pink dress, pink lace socks, and little black maryjanes. She sat me up and I was able to sit there but that was about all. She produced a brush from the bag and brushed my hair. Then she reached in and took out something that I didn't really see. I felt her doing a little pulling and tugging with my hair and knew that she was putting ponytails in my hair. Then she put a child's car seat in the back seat and fastened it in. Next she picked me up and put me in the seat and strapped me in.

Finally, She said. " You are adorable. You turned out much better than I'd hoped." I just stared at her. I still couldn't talk. She said. " Your probably wondering what's going on. Well, I'll tell you. I am a Genetics engineer. I have a doctorate. Did you know? Of course not, I didn't tell you. Anyway, I told you that I could make all your worries go away and I did. You no longer have to worry about your job or your wife or your money. Little girls don't worry about any of those."

She left me to think about what she said as she walked around the car and got in. She pulled out onto the highway before she continued. " The liquid you drank was a genetic altering formula that I made myself and in case your wondering it is permanent. Well, You will be subject to the normal aging process. Of course, if your mommy wants I can give you another dose in a couple of years and return you to this adorable age." My heart skipped a beat. " By the way, this adorable age is sixteen months.

Finally, I was able to find my voice. " Why?" I couldn't believe my childish voice even though I knew that's what I'd have.

" Oh, not now we're here."

She stopped the car and got out. It looked like my neighborhood. She came around and tied a pacifier in my mouth. Then unfastened the car seat and picked it up with me in it and put the diaper bag on top. As she carried me to the front door of a house I was relieved and horrified to discover that it was my house. She knocked and Sandi opened the door. I tried to tell Sandi to help me, but it came out "mhfff, hhffmm"

Diane sat me on the floor in the seat facing two chairs in the living room and sat in one. Sandi came in and gave her a cup of coffee and sat in a chair beside Diane. " Oh Diane, she's so darling." Sandi beamed. I wanted to tell her that I was her husband and that this bitch did this to me, but I couldn't do anything but suck on the pacifier. They talked for a few more minutes and then Sandi handed Diane an envelope.

Diane looked in the envelope and stood up to leave. I thought that this was my last chance to tell Sandi what happened so I tried with all my might to get that damn pacifier out of my mouth. They saw me struggling and Sandi picked me up and tried to comfort me. She pushed the pacifier back in my mouth and said good-bye to Diane who turned and said. " The rest is up to you. She's going to be a handful until she accepts it."

" Nothing I can't handle." Sandi said, waving her hand in a paddling motion. They laughed and Diane left.

Sandi looked down at me and said. " Well Michelle. You said that you couldn't understand females? Don't worry. You'll Learn." With that she took me upstairs and put me to bed in the crib she bought for when I gave her a baby. I guess I just did.

Contact the author at jadams@phuze.com

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