My Sister's First Birthday: A story of regression

Once upon a time in the small town of Bentonville, there lived a ten-year-old boy named Cody. He was very excited as he received his first birthday party invitation. The party was thrown by Daisy, his nine-year-old friend. Intrigued by the idea of surprising and impressing Daisy on her special day, Cody started saving up his pocket money. Every day, after school, Cody would engross himself in doing various household chores. Slowly but surely, over the coming four months, the diligent boy managed to save a whopping $600. Cody's excitement knew no bounds, he started dreaming of all the special things he could buy for Daisy's birthday. Just as he was counting his savings, his 26-year-old sister, Nicole strolled into his room. Nicole was infamous for her recklessness and selfishness. Seeing the thick bundle of notes on the table, Nicole's eyes sparkled with greed and without wasting a split second, she grabbed the money, tucking it inside her top. Shocked and betrayed, Cody yelled, "Hey Nicole! That's my money! For Daisy! Give it back! That's not fair!" However, Nicole, smirking and full of arrogance, retorted back, "I'm the adult so if I want your money I'm taking it. Can't wait to take this to the strip club I work at and spend it on me and my girls. Maybe get my lips filled or spray tan my skin again or just get fucking drunk." As Nicole strutted off to her room to get ready for her shopping spree, Cody snuck a peek and saw her stashing the money in her closet. Nicole, in an attempt to rush off, left her purse behind. Before leaving, she arrogantly announced, "Bye you fucking loser! I'm going to buy a new pair of shoes and some nice pink sunglasses and maybe get my nails done. I'm too hot not to be seen in public." As soon as Nicole exited the house, Cody stormed into her room with seething anger. The room was littered with various items of her vanity, each one more excessive than the last. He stuck his tongue out in disgust and gagged at the wreckage that was Nicole's wardrobe - heels, purses, dresses, crop tops, and more. Summoning his courage, he decided to reclaim his hard-earned money. Nimbly climbing up the shelves of Nicole's closet, he felt a sense of triumphant pride as he grabbed onto the money. However, the shelf wobbled under him causing him to fall, with Nicole's sparkly purse landing over his shoulder and his feet getting stuck in a pair of pink platform sandals. Alarm filling his eyes, he kicked off the sandals and flung away the purse. A strange sensation enveloped him - his body began to morph and change. It started with his feet, they started to crack and age, pinkish nail polish miraculously appearing on his toes. Before he could even process the weird occurrence, all his clothes evaporated into thin air. Terrified, he felt the changes spread like wildfire - changing his body, feminizing his flesh and even developing Nicole's tramp stamp on his lower belly. His hands, now sporting pink nails, ran over the foreign chest and fell in horror at the newly formed boobs. His face reflected in a nearby mirror, revealed a shocking transformation. His features had altered to match Nicole's - the platinum blonde hair, the alluring blue eyes, and the shimmering white teeth. His voice, once young and squeaky, matured into Nicole's pitch. Unable to take it all in, he squeezed his eyes shut. "This isn't fair! I don't wanna become my sister! She took my money I earned and now I'm turning into her and nothing bad happens to her? I didn't do anything wrong. I'm gonna miss Daisy so much," he lamented, in his new sultry voice. Suddenly, he was dressed in Nicole's favorite pink bra and panties, a pink see-through low-cut shirt, short shorts, and eyelash extensions. His mind started showing him visions of himself in Nicole's role - stripping, dancing, drinking, along with her reckless and self-centered behavior. As his memories began to integrate with Nicole's, his last hope of retaining his old self-shattered. Unable to remember his old life as Cody, Nicole blinked in confusion. Taking in her surroundings, she bent down to slip her feet into her platform sandals, grinning at how the heels accentuated her curves. "I love the way these sandals make my butt look and I love the way it feels to wear them. So glad I spent the $200 to buy these when I did. Daniella really knew what she was talking about when she told me to buy these," she admonished herself, sashaying to the dresser and throwing her purse over her shoulder. She noticed the wad of cash lying on the floor and picked it up, tucking it safely back in her bra. Laughing at the sight of the money, she mused aloud, "That was close. That little shit almost got back his money he wanted for his ugly little girlfriend! He can stay a single virgin for all I care. This money belongs to me and all my girlfriends down at the strip club. I love being a stripper." Pulling out her car keys, the new Nicole left for her exciting night at the strip club - relishing her carefree, irresponsible, and self-centered life. All the while, the memory of the sweet ten-year-old boy who worked tirelessly to make his friend's birthday special vanished into oblivion.