This is a story I made just now to post on my DeviantArt account
It is a story about a guy that wishes for a daughter and turns into one, but it's a little more than that and it is mostly about age regression and a mother and her daughter. It does have some adult themes, mainly with the first transformation but it tapers off from there. I hope you guys enjoy it or at least get a kick out of it.
Here is how I envisioned the start of the transformation
and this was the finish
My Little Daughter
I pulled in the box that I ordered from a seller on eBay as me and my 30-year-old wife were setting down. We both just had gotten back home from work and she had already pulled off her work clothes and got settled with her hair in a bun in an oversized shirt and a pair of leggings. She was just turning on the tv to see what she could watch to unwind. They she saw me bring in the box and was curious to see what it was. “What is it” as her curious and excited eyes looked on. “Remember after we went to the doctor and said that my sperm could not allow us to have children.” She looked at me in disappointment and frustration. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that!” “Well, I looked into this artifact from this buyer and well, I thought we could use a good laugh but who knows.. it might work. Supposedly you can ask it one wish and it will grant it to you.” She was still clearly upset and gave me a slight cold shoulder, as she was still slightly curious to see what it looked like. So, she acted like she was ignoring me but was clearly glancing over as I opened the box. I opened it up and it was a cup that had a handle, it clearly looked like an ancient coffee mug but it clearly was not it’s original purpose.
She briefly dropped her frustration with me as she scooted over across the couch to look at it. “Well, what are you going to wish for?” She clearly mocked me. I thought for a moment. “I wish for my wife to have a daughter”. She was not amused at me saying that but briefly realized that I was being selfless in the wish and went back to being nice. But then a look of shock and disbelief came over her face. It was then I that I felt my face. It had gotten shorter and rounder, my chin felt less defined. My hair fell over my face and it occurred to me that I had my hair always cut short. I started heading toward the mirror in the living room and it felt like the room was getting slightly bigger. My socks felt very loose and slipped off of my now smaller daintier feet. I looked in the mirror that was now clearly taller than I remembered it. I looked and saw a woman! But the scary part was I saw my wife’s facial features and I saw my own. I was my wife’s age but I could have been our daughter! I watched as my chest raised and two familiar bumps popped out and pushed my shirt forward. My butt started feeling pressure and I could tell it was growing too and putting pressure on my man parts which slowly became nonexistent. Overall, my body became a little curvier and gained a little more shape.
My wife looked at me and sized me up. In her shock and disbelief, she was taking in our daughter!
“But I wanted a little girl” Said my wife. I gave her eyes that could kill but then as if the wish had heard her, something else started to change. My body became a little less curvy and lost some of its shape. My breast and butt size went down considerably and my hair became longer and more dramatic. This time, my clothes changed to give me a cute wool sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. My mind turned to college and I started thinking if I was going to pass my math, I was terrible at math. I went and looked at my face in the mirror and bit my lip. I hoped the guys had liked me, but I could not tell. It was really hard to read them sometimes.
Then my wife, still appeared unsatisfied. I felt my body lose some height, but my weight still kind of stayed the same but I was a little chubby now. My hair was even more dramatic and thick. My face was less mature and I felt that I could not wait to be 21. My clothes changed into a top that very closely just barely covered my stomach with a crop jacket and a pair of skinny jeans with a shiny belt. I was really upset with all my teachers, I had a life outside of school, and the boys were hard enough to deal with already. Why could they not give me a break? I just became really frustrated in the moment and pulled out my smart phone to go on Instagram.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my mom was not happy with the way I looked. My body got shorter. I lost all of my curves and my breasts practically disappeared. My hair was loose and fell unorganized over my face, I had to keep using my hand to push it out of the way so I could see. My face now looked sweeter and more innocent. I wore a simple grey shirt that allowed just enough room for my fingers to poke out and a pair of slightly baggie comfortable jeans. My body also just felt smaller and felt a little more insecure with what I was capable of. I really did not want to need my mom but I could not admit that I still needed her help. I could not wait for high school to get here but I really enjoyed still spending time with my family.
My mom was kind of looking at me funny. “What’s wrong mom?” “Oh nothing, I just remember you when you were younger, that’s all” Then I felt myself get even more shorter and felt my body get even smaller. My hair was a little less in my face now. I looked at the reflection, I was a very cute little girl. I had prided myself with how adorable I was. I would never admit it but I loved the attention. I was in a loud pink top with butterflies and a loud pink leggings that had other primary colors in ribbons around them. I just felt a surge of energy and I wanted to go play in the park on the jungle gyms or better yet go do gymnastics with the other girls in my gymnastics class. I really loved my mom. I went up to her and snuggled next to her and she hugged me.
“I remember you when you were just a little bit younger than this” Then I lost almost half of my height. My hair was now in pigtails. I was in a cute little sundress and I could not stop smiling. My face felt slightly bigger than my body too. I really loved my mommy! We always had so much fun together and I could not wait to go with her to the park today. The tooth fairy had just given me some money too, so I was going to get some candy or toys from the store today too! Maybe mommy could get me another coloring book so I could color some more pictures for her to put on the fridge. My mommy came into the room “That’s my little girl!” I was so proud mommy said that about me.
I realized my husband was no longer there. I had the little girl I always wanted but my husband had basically disappeared. I went to the police station to file a missing persons report. But I still had the glass that my husband drank from when he got home, I tested it from my daughter saliva and his DNA was in there. No one would believe me, and frankly I still did not either. I looked at the ancient coffee cup. I was about ready to wish then I tossed it back into the box and made an eBay account, posted it and waited. It strangely enough did not take long for it to get sold. I placed it back into the box and shipped it out the next day. Thankfully me and my husband always lived well within our means. We were saving money, not spending it. We lived in an apartment and thankfully is affordable with my salary. It would be hard adjusting to not having a husband but now I had my cute little daughter to look after.
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