Internification (AR with some SW)

[jigglypuff]

Hope you enjoy. I'll try to continue this story. - Grace

Heather Hill is a crazy woman. I am a crazy woman.

I look at the pile of books and magazines on my coffee table, which I've meticulously selected and arranged for at least 45 minutes, and know that I am a crazy woman.

I've invited a man that I hardly know, a coworker at that, to my apartment. I should be thinking "what do I think is going to happen tonight," instead I'm thinking "is my apartment too small, or is cozy in that East Village apartment sort of way?"

This all really started a few months ago. Work was killing me. We were in the middle of a pitch, some big dumb company that makes everything from tissues to potato chips. Big and dumb, but worth a lot of money, especially to a company hemorrhaging money.

I've been working here for 15 years, starting as an assistant planner. Now I'm a director, head of a team of 20. The more people I became in charge of, the more stressed out I got and the more of a bitch I became. Add a make or break pitch to the mix and I was a monster.

I had just gotten through chewing out a group of young planners. I don't even know why, I'm sure it really wasn't anything big in retrospect. Either way, here I was, fuming in my office after the tirade when he walked by.

Ethan is a very good looking guy, exotic looking with dark wavy hair. He was tall, taller than me, as a woman who's almost 6ft tall it's nice to be near a man taller than me. He poked into my office and said "I'm sure they deserved that." I cracked a weird smile and he walked away.

We talked every now and then, nothing much at first. Then we spent lunches together. I didn't really get to know too much about him. I knew he was my age, 38, lived in Queens and likes dark chocolate. When we chatted, he mostly wanted to know what was on my mind and joked around about office politics.

Then it came out of nowhere. Ethan asked "you've been so stressed lately, do you wish you had fewer responsibilities?"

"Sure, I mean everyone does, no? We just want to win the lotto" I said.

"No, I mean. If I told you that you can be , like one of those kids agains, the ones you chew out on a daily basis, would you do it?"

"Man, it'd be nice. I mean on the surface yah, but there's a whole level of stress those kids gotta go through too."

"I see"

He paused for moment, I can see him choosing his words carefully. "You alright?," I asked to break the awkward silence.

"I'm okay, it's just... I want to do something for you. You may not believe me, no I guarantee that you won't believe me. Hmm..."

Ethan had always been quiet, but very put together and smooth. Yet here he was stammering. I started to feel very uncomfortable.

He smiled and collected himself ", How about I come over tonight. I'll show you that you can be young and carefree again." He then put his hand on my arm and nodded.

I admitt freely that I find him attractive, but we never flirted much in our lunches. This arm touch and awkward behavior felt almost flirty. I also admitt freely that I haven't had a good lay in almost a year. I then gave him the sultriest smile I could muster, which looks like I have gas, and said "sure."

I have no idea how to prepare for a maybe sexy times thing with a coworker. It's so very, unspontaneous. I'm used to tipsy romps at a random bar. Especially when I had more game. Now I'm single and in my late 30's with almost no time to date.

I hop again into my bedroom to change. I'm standing in my skivvies, staring at my closet. God, when did it get filled with so much business casual and pant suits. I give a good look at myself now, in my full length mirror.

I'm tall, 5ft 10 inches. It intimidates a lot of guys, and alienates a lot of women. I have a pretty nice rack too. It used to be nicer back in the day. A pair of double d's that the puberty fair bestowed on me during the summer of 1988. Over time gravity has taken its toll. Still, in the right bra I think I can bring the boys to the yard, at least maybe the lonely uncles that were accompanying said boys.

The rest of me is ok, a little out of shape, no time to dating and working out. I'm still tall, sleek and bouncy, just a little more pinchable around the middle than before.

My hair is dirty blond and a couple of inches past my shoulders. My eyes are hazel and my lips generous, these two are my favorite features.

Ethan arrives promptly at 9:30, I buzzed him up. I decided to wear something casual, jeans. a low cut sweater and sturdy bra to show off the gals. He arrived with a backpack, which made me wonder if he came here from work or the gym. Maybe he's got a surprise, costumes to role play?

I have to be honest, I wouldn't say no to putting on a catholic school girl uniform. Public school girl here, never had the pleasure of wearing a plaid uniform, with a short skirt and knee high socks. Of course if I paraded around a catholic school back then, in a uniform and the bouncy bounty god bestowed on me, I'm sure I'd be cast out as a devil child. Or maybe I'd be called into a priest's office and be spanked. Why is that kind of turning me on?

"Got yourself all sweaty before coming here," my soul cringed after I said that. I'm super rusty at the being alluring thing.

He smiled and said ", not exactly. This is actually something I've been wanting to show you."

I was even more curious. I walked to my couch and invited him to sit next to me. He sat down and plopped the bag on my coffee table.

"Nice place by the way, very cozy"

Haha, I knew it was cozy. "Thanks, now what's in the bag!," I said while grabbing his arm and giving a little shake.

It want a plaid miniskirt, or a blind fold, nothing sexy at all. He proceeded to pull out an old book, a regular pen and chalk. They laid on my table for what felt like an hour before I opened my mouth and let "Wha...t?" roll out of it.

"Look, I know this is not what your expecting (No Ethan, this is not) but hear me out. This book is magic. I can't put it in any other way. This book can change you and the world around you. Its not the only one in existence, but this is one of history's best kept secrets. Only a few know about it, and I happen to be one."

I let what feels like another hour go by ", so you're not here to fuck me?"

He proceeded to put a hand on my shoulder and said ", oh honey, I'm gay."

Heather Hill's famously bad gaydar strikes again. This evening really can't get any worse than it is now. At this point I don't really care, fuck you universe. We'll do it your way, I'll play along, but fuck you still!

"Ah, oh...so, how does this book work?"

"It has rules. First off you have to write in the book your name and what you want to change. It'll only change physical things about you, but it'll also change the world around you to fit the new you."

Everything magic has rules doesn't it. I suppose that keeps things from getting to out of control. I wonder who comes up with these rules.

"You'll also have to give up something in exchange, a trait or traits."

"Like, my hair color?"

"Could be something like that. Really depends on the book, it'll write out what it'll want from you and you'll have to agree with it. You can always change back whenever you want, just as you were."

"Ethan, this all sounds very fascinating, and I'm really trying my best to suspend my disbelief here, but what do you expect me to say right now?"

"Well, let me ask you. Do you want to enjoy living in the East Village, have no responsibilities for an entire summer, and just be carefree?"

Well, that does sound amazing. I have probably 2 months of vacation days accrued. They keep throwing them at me during my annual review. I never get the raise I want, so I get vacation days as a consolation prize. But I can never take them. My team is so incompetent and I'm an idiot who can't delegate. It would take magic to give me a vacation.

"Hells yes. Where do I sign up?"

"Well I know this book, it will take the path of least resistence to change reality. So, I was thinking, the summer internship will start on Monday. We make you a college freshman, and you'll still work at MediaFarm. Just as an intern."

He flashed a big smile as he said the last part, showing off some killer dimples. Man I wish he wasn't gay. Hold up, did he say he wants me to be a college student again?

"You're saying this thing will make me 19 again?"

"Exactly. Maybe not the same exact 19 you were before. Going from 38 to 19 is a big jump, it'll ask a lot from you."

I've committed this long to this game ",let's do it."

First Ethan draws a circle around my bed with the chalk he brought. He says I have to be in this circle for the magic to happen. Anything inside this circle, except for me, won't be changed by the book. It's kind of like a way to smuggle something from my reality into the new one I'm apparently about to make.

I sit on my bed, with the book infront of me and wait patiently for the next instructions.

"Okay, so now write your name at the top and in the middle write what you want"

I write in "to be 19 year old again." Suddenly I see a hazy green image appear below my writing. My stomach drops because this is the first sign that i am working with magic. After a moment the green haze forms some letters.

HALF YOUR BREASTS AND 10 INCHES

"What the fuck does this mean?" I turn to Ethan and scowl.

"Well, you got boobs to spare."

I grabbed my breasts and gave them a slight jiggle. Having large breasts is fun on paper, but they can be a hassle. Men oogle constantly and it can make women judge you instantly. Being tall is also a pain. Maybe being a flat chested midget wouldn't be so bad.

"Screw it, it's got a deal. Now what?"

"Well, when you're ready just sign the bottom. Oh, and write "Eyes open" and then my name. That'll make it so I remember the old you. I'll let myself out, but call me tomorrow morning. I can't wait to see the new you."

Ethan hugged me and was off.

I can't believe what I'm about to do. I have no idea what a 19 year old does today. I hope it's still fuck and underage drinking, because that's what I plan to do. I remember that I can bring stuff into the new world, so I grab my old drivers license, maybe that'll get me into some bars.

I write "Open eyes Ethan Gold" then sign my name and lay back in bed.

Immediately a wave of electricity courses through me. I try to gasp but the wind is knocked out of me. My skin feels like it's quivering. I become aware that I'm not wearing the most comfortable clothes for a magical transformation. I'm still in my jeans, sweater and a push up bra.

I feel a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. I'm very hot and I can feel my heart beating in my throat. It's pounding, getting faster and faster, like a engine revving up. It's here when I notice my feet dragging towards me. To me I'm laying normally, stretched out. But somehow I feel my feet on the blanket. My legs are losing some of those inches I gave the book.

The quivering feeling intensifies. I start to breathe very quickly, I'm scared I'm going to hyperventilate. I can barely move my body. The most I can manage is breathe, wiggle my toes and fingers and move my head down a fraction of an inch.

My deep breathes was straining the band of the push up bra, until it just didn't. I look down and notice my breasts are completely filling out the cups anymore. They're quivering with every breath and melting away too. Eventually they've shrunk enough that I can see my nipples. My bra is now like a scaffold, trying to keep up a structure that isn't there anymore.

I'm aware now that by jeans don't feel as tight as they did, but only at the waist. I inhale deeply and can feel the stiff fabric of the jeans erect around my waist. I must have lost a couple of inches already around my waist. I try to look down to see my body but my sweater is covering most of my torso.

Although I do catch a glimpse of my feet, and another wave of feet dragging happens. I can actually see my legs getting even shorter. I then also feel it on my hands too. My reach retracts as my arms shrink to match my legs. My hands don't even reach end of my sleeve anymore.

My heart begins to slow as the transformation revs down. I can breathe better, can't talk but my sighs sound higher, younger. One finally change, I feel and see my torso get shorter as the book claims its final inches. Then it was over.

First thing I did was look at my hands. I had to roll up my sleeves, my sweater was a blanket on me, especially around the deep neckline that once held decent clevage. My hands looked so foreign. They were small, more feminine looking than before. My fingers were slightly stubby, which made them look like kids hands.

I then sat up on my bed. I was shocked by how big the bed felt. My legs usually reached the edge of my full bed. Now I had a lot of room to spare. My sweater also had room to spare, and it fell over my shoulder. I looked down and saw my new breasts. They were perkier, almost jutting out of my body like little cones. They were also topped by a pair of puffy pink nipples.

I then attempted to get out of bed. My legs dangled off the side of the bed. I giggled and the site of my little get waving an inch above the floor. I then giggled again at my voice. I then said my first words as this new girl.

"Holy fuck."

It came out in this odd high voice with a hint of huskiness. It was almost adult. I then hopped out of bed and almost fell. My new height was very disorienting. I stood up straight and gasped at how huge everything felt. The ceiling was so far above me. I used to be able to clearly see the top of the tv on my dresser, and now I could barely see the top of the dresser. I feel like I haven't stood up yet, like I'm sitting. I over extend and try to stand taller. No use, still tiny.

I then walk over to my mirror, so far not much has changed in the apartment. I hear the swish of my jeans on the floor. They cuffs of them are pooled around my feet. There's just little toes poking out little. I feel the new bounce of my tiny tittes. They don't sway and move out of control like my old ones did. As I get in front of my mirror I say my second words in this new body.

"I look like a fucking kid!"

I can almost recognize me. My face is rounder, not just because of my new age. It's almost like it got squeezed to fit my new size. My eyes look bigger, making my hazle eyes stand out more than ever. My lips also look bigger, poutier.

My sweater is almost down to my knees. I can see my bra hang off me, the old cups looking ridiculous on my new breasts. I then decide I need a better look.

I easily take off my sweater and bra. I'm surprised at how thin I am. Not sickly, but thin in that impossible way a teen can be. It makes my breasts actually look bigger than I though. I cup them, feeling their new weight. I can also feel my nipples getting harder, as I discover just how more sensitive smaller breasts can be.

Before I get carried away I look at my jeans. My waist is so narrow but my hips are much wider than before. I pop off my jeans and undies and see just how new my proportions are.

My torso feels so small, I can't understand how I can fit all my organs in this packed. My arms are short but thin. My hips though, are very wide and my legs are very curvy and shapely. I reach behind and grab a handful of firm, pert ass.

I give a turn to see a profile view. My torso is so thin, my breasts jut out with a flat firm stomach below them. My ass sticks out a couple of inches and is almost perfectly round. I arch my back, making my ass stick out even more. I can feel myself getting turned on by this me I barely recognize. I've always been a little bisexual, and this new girl in front of me is perfect. I then say the third words in my petite, shapely, tight new body.

"I'm fucking hot!"

[bstgate]

Great! I hope she writes some more stuff in that book.

[Klatuk4u]

Really cool, and well written! Its so good to see you posting here again! I hope things have been good for you!

[nitpicky87]

The legendary Jigglypuff, I have seen posts on these forums praising your writing. I enjoyed this story and look forward to reading more in the future.

[shrinkdude412]

It gets my seal of approval! Wouldn't mind if she got a little bit shorter either.

[godleydemon]

Holy cow! Jiggly is back!? I can't wait to read more