A Surprising Visit

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tommy. Tommy was 6 years old, a very curious and energetic child. He stood at 3 feet 6 inches tall and weighed about 45 pounds. His birthday was on July 15th, and he was born in the year 2017. Tommy hailed from the state of Oregon and was of white race. He had short, tousled brown hair and big blue eyes that always sparkled with mischief. Tommy's mother, Susan, was an older mom. Susan was 44 years old, standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall, and weighed around 140 pounds. Her birthday was on February 22nd, and she was born in the year 1979. Susan had short, curly blonde hair and green eyes that shone with warmth and kindness. Tommy's aunt, Linda, Susan's older sister, was a fun-loving yet slightly stern woman. Linda was 52 years old, being eight years older than Susan. She was shorter than Susan, standing at 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighed around 130 pounds. Her birthday was on November 3rd, and she was born in 1971. Linda had striking, short black hair styled in a bob and grey eyes that held a hint of mystery. Their mother, Tommy's grandmother, was named Margret. Margret was 74 years old, a graceful and gentle woman, standing at 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 120 pounds. Her birthday was on May 10th, and she was born in 1949. Margret had lovely silver hair that she wore in a neat bun and soft blue eyes. On a sunny day, Tommy was excitedly walking to his Aunt Linda's house for the first time. As he approached her door, his little heart raced with excitement. With a nervous knock at the door, he waited. After a moment, Aunt Linda answered, wearing an elaborate outfit. She wore a flowing red dress with intricate golden designs, her short bob styled to perfection. On her feet, she sported platform sandals that were silver with glittering rhinestones, giving her a taller and more imposing appearance. Her nails were painted a bright, fiery red, matching the intricate designs on her dress. She was adorned with an array of jewelry - dangling gold earrings with small diamonds, a set of well-coordinated bracelets that jingled with every movement, a shiny gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, and a wedding ring that gleamed with a large diamond and intricate engravings along the band. Aunt Linda smiled at Tommy with an air of sophistication. Tommy was holding some money he had saved, intending to spend it on candy at the store. However, as soon as Aunt Linda spotted the money, she swiftly snatched it from his hands. "Pleath Aunt Linda, give meh my money back!" Tommy begged in a lisped voice, his eyes wide and pleading. Linda shook her head firmly, "No, Tommy. I'd rather spend it on something nice for myself," she said in a mature, feminine tone. "I could use a new piece of jewelry." Tommy’s face fell with disappointment as Aunt Linda turned towards the interior of her house. "I'm going out to the spa today, Tommy," she informed him, her voice carrying a tone of finality. Tommy reluctantly followed his aunt inside the house, removing his shoes and socks with a quiet huff, hoping to get his money back. As he glanced around, he spotted a photo of his mom and aunt from their younger days, smiling happily together. Determined, Tommy crept upstairs towards his aunt’s room. He carefully opened the door, spotting his money on the vanity and started walking towards it, but with his head held high, he didn't notice something on the floor and tripped. Looking down, he saw the very same platform sandals his aunt was wearing earlier now mysteriously on his feet. "Yuck! Auntie's shoes are so girly! Get them off!" he said, his voice lisping with horror. He stumbled out of the bedroom, clutching the money, feeling a sense of triumph, but suddenly his clothes started to evaporate and disappear, leaving him utterly confused and worried. His feet started to crack and age, molding into a perfect fit for the platform sandals, even adopting his aunt's bright red nail polish. Tommy looked at the photo of his mom and aunt again, screaming for help in panic, "Mommy! Help me, I don't wanna be a girl or become Auntie Linda!" His legs began to lengthen and shape into a feminine form, his torso slimmed and softened, and his chest swelled into a woman's bust. His arms became slender, fingers elongated and daintily manicured. His head transformed, hair changing into a short, chic bob, ears piercing themselves adorned with the same jewelry, eyes turning grey, eyebrows arched gracefully, lashes long and luscious, lips full and pink, teeth gleaming perfectly, and his nose becoming delicate. Even his voice matured into Aunt Linda's mature and feminine tones, and without realizing, he started begging for the changes to stop, "Please, I don't want this, oh dear... these changes are unacceptable, I need to reverse this immediately," he said, involuntarily using Linda's sophisticated speech patterns, causing him to freak out even more. His memories began to alter midsentence until the only thing he remembered was being Aunt Linda. "Oh no! Mommy, help me please, mommy I---- wait, what? Why am I referring to Susan as my mommy? She's my younger sister." Linda looked around her living room, a sense of confusion lingering before glancing down at herself. Spotting the money, she muttered, "That's strange, I remember putting that in my purse after taking it from my nephew Tommy. Why is it down here? Why am I still home? Jesus Linda, you're 52 years old. Did I drink too much wine again? I was supposed to go out and visit the spa like I told my nephew." She grabbed the money, slipping it into her clutch before admiring her manicured nails. After grabbing her purse and car keys, she left the house to fulfill her plans for the day. Once she returned home, she walked back inside, setting her purse down and settling onto the living room couch. "Wow, I love being a woman, I could never imagine life as a boy," she mused aloud, feeling disdain at the idea. Then she thought to herself, "I'm thirsty. I feel like pouring myself a nice glass of Chardonnay." Sitting on the couch with her wine, she sipped it as she chuckled softly. Remembering the photo from earlier, now seen in a warm light, she smiled looking down at her body. "Wow, I remember this photo. Me and Susan were laughing together about 30 years ago. I've always been the hotter older sister. My ass always looked more attractive than hers even all these years later." Satisfied with her appearance, she admired her platform sandals. She had no memory of who she used to be. Gazing at her wedding ring, she thought about her husband, Steven. "Steven's on his way home. I'd better touch up my outfit to look more attractive for him. He always likes it when I wear this red dress, it makes my legs look stunning, and that's why I decided to wear these sexy platform sandals." Contemplating, she decided she would go upstairs and pose seductively on the bed while waiting for him. "I should just wear these platforms and nothing else, only then can I truly feel alive. We've been married for fifteen years." Linda then thought about her nephew, wondering how to get him to leave so she and her husband could have fun together. "I should probably call Susan to come pick up Tommy, so Steven and I can have a romantic evening." Practicing her seductive walk, she pretended Steven was already home, saying flirty things like, "Hey handsome, did you miss me?" She then chuckled to herself, "Oh, Linda, you're 52 years old, acting like a young woman. Get a grip!" Linda stepped upstairs to touch up her appearance in anticipation, reflecting, "After all these years, every time I think about how big it gets below the belt when he sees me, no other man could compare." Undressing until she was only in her platform sandals, she crawled onto the bed, lying on her back and putting her legs up, waiting eagerly for her husband to get home, feeling more in love with her womanhood than she had ever felt before.