Babysitter Reversal

Date night ended in routine disappointment. With the babysitter and kids waiting at home, sex was unlikely. Besides, it had been a long while since they had felt passionate enough to risk it with the kids sleeping under the same roof. Chris was driving home with his wife beside him, the pair having maintained their strained relationship for another week.

“I'll pay the babysitter,” Meg said. “Didn't she say she needed a ride home tonight? I guess I'll take her.”

“Okay,” Chris replied, pulling the car into their driveway. “You know, I can do it… Take her home,” he offered, hoping he sounded bored at the prospect of more driving. “I’ll stop at the store afterwards to pick up that stuff on the shopping list I forgot earlier.”

“You will?” Meg asked, surprised.

“Sure,” he said, hopeful that the night would not be as disappointing as he had expected.

“If that's what you want,” she said, getting out of the car. “I'll send her out to you.” She shut the door, leaving him sitting there behind the wheel waiting in silence, watching his wife enter the front door of the house.

Minutes later, Danielle emerged from the same door. The contrast between this 19-year-old woman and his wife was stunning. Where his wife was tired looking and day by day becoming more and more past her prime, this young woman was in the full bloom of her life, shapely in figure, carrying her voluptuous weight in the just right places. But, above all else, she was free of the crushing weariness and exhaustion of parenthood. As soon as she started babysitting for their kids, Chris had taken an interest in her. She had reciprocated in her own subtle ways. Now, it seemed, the time had come to put their carefully concealed desires into action.

Danielle got into the car and announced, “God, I hate your kids.”

Chris was taken aback and just replied, “They can be a handful.” He put the car in reverse and backed out into the road.

“Kids are a pain in the ass in general, I mean,” she clarified, maybe sensing his disapproval. “Parents have to agree on some level. Like, why would they pay someone to watch the brats if they didn't want to get away from them? And, the amount that you give me tells me you guys have gotta be desperate for a sitter.”

No response came to mind, so Chris just drove on in silence, trying to ignore her as she ran through a list of complaints about Just about everyone she knew. They continued on towards Danielle's mom's home, where she was staying over her summer break from college.

When they pulled up into the driveway, Danielle quieted down, and Chris noticed that the lights were turned off in the house.

“My mom's staying the night with her boyfriend,” Danielle explained, getting out of the car.

Chris got out with her and followed her inside. “So,” he said as she shut the front door behind them. “That means we won't be disturbed, right?”

“Just you and me,” she replied, smiling.

“I don't have long,” he cautioned, stepping close to her and planting a kiss on her plump lips.

When they came up for air, she said, “Upstairs. The spare bedroom. Mine's a mess.”

Taking him by the hand she led him up and along the hallway to its end. In the room, there was little more than a bed and a night stand with a lamp.

Frantic with lust now, they kissed, dropping down onto the bed together, hands groping and caressing each other, their passion let loose in a rush of pleasure, ready for some rapid adultery.

***

Across town, back in Chris's house, Meg, his wife, was sitting on their bed, worrying.

Having just put the kids to bed, the suspicions that had been running through the back of her mind rose to the forefront. She had seen the glances her husband had given the babysitter. She had seen the way Danielle seemed to pose for him when they were in the same room, alternately pushing out her chest or her ass to show off their above average size.

Then, there was the way he had jumped at the chance to drive her home, despite complaining of feeling tired on the way home.

Meg's eyes turned to look at the closet door. Behind it, buried within old clothes and bedding, was her secret past. She needed to know what was happening with him right now, and inside an old trunk, she had the means to find out.

“It's probably nothing,” she rationalized. “You're being paranoid. It's… silly. I really don't need to.”

Still, she opened the closet door and dug out the old wooden chest. It looked like something out of a fantasy story. She took a seat on the closet floor and opened the lid. Inside were arcane tomes, jars of odd liquids and preserved remains of creatures, magic talismans of various shapes and sizes, jewels cut and uncut in strange sizes and colors, and more. In a draw-string velvet bag, she found what she needed, a crystal ball about the size of a grapefruit.

The ball had belonged to an actual wizard, her grandfather. He had bequeathed it to her along with much of the rest of the items in the trunk when it had become clear that Meg shared the same gift for magic that he had. Not that she had really wanted it. As a girl, her powers had frightened her. On a couple of occasions, she had cursed her classmates by accident, removing the mouth of one boy who had a habit of teasing her and giving another girl donkey ears and a tail when she kept laughing at her. In both cases, Meg had managed to reverse the curses. Still, losing control like that had made her feel like a freak. So, from then on, she had shunned witchcraft and tried to live a normal life, subverting her connection to the arcane within her, locking it away like she had locked away the contents of this chest.

After that, Meg tried to live the life she thought was expected of her. She took an ordinary job and married an ordinary man to have an ordinary family in an ordinary suburb. It had been dull, but it had felt safe, comfortable, stable. Now, she felt cracks forming in her stable life. Once more, she reached out to the arcane within her, unlocking it. She found it ready and more potent than ever. Holding up the crystal ball for the first time in over a decade, she gazed within it and through it, casting her vision far away, seeking out the distinct color of her husband’s soul.

***

Meg's magic vision found Chris lying on a bed, his hands frantically fondling the babysitter's enormous bare tits as she writhed on top of him.

***

The betrayal stung like a needle in Meg's heart. Her comfortable, ordinary life seemed to crumble away around her. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. However, by the time they began dripping from her chin, her sorrow had transformed into fury. What needed to be done was as clear as the crystal she held. She would make them both pay for taking this pleasant life from her. If they wanted to rob her of her life as a normal married woman, then they could have it. She would be a witch, after all. She had everything she needed to take revenge on them right in front of her. All she had to do was devise an appropriate way to curse them.

***

As Chris pulled down his pants, the babysitter pulled back from him and asked, “Do you have a condom?”

Chris paused and checked his pockets, realizing that he had forgotten to bring one despite having expected this to happen. He shook his head.

Danielle sighed and got up from the bed. “I think I've got one in my bedroom. Wait here.”

Chris rested on the bed, catching his breath as the young woman, her tits still dangling out in the open, hurried back to her childhood bedroom.

She flipped on the lights, and was met with the staring eyes of a dozen dolls and stuffed animals, childhood companions who had stayed behind as she went to college, keeping watch of her pink bedroom, which had changed very little since her childhood. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she took a few seconds to pose and admire her perfect breasts. Then, she pulled open a desk drawer and began digging around within it.

***

Seeing the proud smile on Danielle's face as she posed in front of the mirror infuriated Meg. It was clear that this girl understood just what she could get away with having a body like that, and she seemed happy to wield her curves like a weapon to kill other people's relationships. Of course, Chris was hardly blameless in all of this, but this girl was undoubtedly aware of what she was doing to his family.

Meg sighed and began gathering up magic for a new spell. “What a pity it would be if darling Danielle were to lose those lovely curves” she said and then thought of her husband chasing a younger woman. “If he wants someone younger, I can help with that. How about another ten years younger?” She cast the spell, launching magic through the connection created by the crystal ball, and watched as the teen began to regress.

***

A cool breeze rushed past Danielle from out of nowhere, raising goosebumps on her arms and neck. She buttoned up her shirt against the chill air. However, more than just containing her sizable breasts, the tight fabric seemed to compress them. Her hips and ass seemed to slim down as well. She did not notice at first as she had turned her attention back to the contents of her drawer. By the time she managed to find a condom, she had already regressed several years, looking like a young high school student now, preparing for her first time.

Danielle shut the drawer and turned to head back to Chris, but when she glanced at the mirror again, she halted, noticing at last that something seemed wrong.

Taking a closer look, she immediately noticed how baggy her clothes appeared, particularly around her more curvy areas, or, at least, the areas that were supposed to be curvy. She turned sideways and found that her chest and ass had deflated to the point that they were nearly flat.

“What the f-?” she asked, but was cut off when her body zoomed backwards through an intense growth spurt, dropping her several inches shorter and erasing all remaining traces of pubescent growth from her figure and dropping her jeans to her ankles.

The worried face that gazed back at her from the reflection most definitely belonged to a girl, not a teenager. She appeared to be playing dress-up in her older sister's clothes, her bony body failing to fill up her deflated top. It might have seemed comical if it were not for the horrifying realization that her formerly mature body was melting away before her eyes.

“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice sounding high and squeaky and childish now, matching the childish look of the girl in the mirror. Just as she started to contemplate what would happen to her if she kept on getting younger until she ran out of years, the regression finally stopped.

Stunned, she stood still, fearful that any action might trigger another change. As she stared at the gap-toothed girl reflected in the mirror, questions raced through her mind. How had she become a child again? Was she losing her mind? Did someone do this to her? Was there any way to go back to normal?

***

Watching the growing panic on little Danielle’s face, Meg smiled with sadistic glee. She considered just stopping there, having definitively ruined their affair. However, there was something intoxicating about tapping into her magic power. So many long years had passed by with this force gradually building up within her. Setting it free felt like scratching an itch she had not noticed for years. She wanted more. She needed it.

“Those clothes don't fit her at all,” Meg said, preparing another spell. “How about something more age-appropriate?” Again, she cast her magic through the crystal, feeling out traces of the past, half-faded memories in the girl's mind of when she had originally been 9 years old. One of her old outfits came into focus and was pulled from past into present.

***

Danielle’s clothes came to life, crawling over her skin, shrinking, reshaping to fit her reduced figure. Her vision went blurry for a moment as her contact lenses dissolved and reformed into a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. The rest of her outfit became clear then. She was now dressed in a cartoon t-shirt, the image of a colorful video-game character printed on it. Below, she now wore a pair of blue jeans. Pink socks covered her little feet. With the outfit complete, she recognized the nerdy gamer girl she had been before puberty had opened her eyes to boys and the more mature types of fun she could have with them.

***

“Might as well give her a mind to match her body,” Meg said with some trepidation. It was an easy task for her to alter a body. Altering a person's thoughts, however, was an order of magnitude more difficult.

Meg recalled lessons from her childhood, under the tutelage of her grandfather. One of the first things he had taught her was how to erase a memory. It was a necessary skill for a practitioner of the arcane arts to know if they wanted their powers to remain a secret, despite the challenge it presented. The removal is damaging, though, like cutting someone out of a photo; it leaves a hole. Who was there is lost, but the shape of the lost person remains, along with faint traces, a shadow, a reflection. Then, anything new that is placed in the hole will inevitably not fit perfectly. She had done it once before, with only minor success. Now, she summoned up more magic to alter Danielle's mind, reaching back into the girl's history, feeling out the shape of her past thoughts and pulling them into the present, overwriting her current personality. All the while, Meg hoped that the memory adjustments would be more successful this time.

***

Danielle felt a moment of dizziness. Staggered, she took a step back and put a hand to her head, feeling something draining out of her brain. When the moment passed, her head felt lighter, emptier, as if some weight had been lifted from it. Had she been able to recognize that she had just lost the burden of adulthood she might have been upset. However, she had no reference of experience for it anymore.

After a moment of confusion, she decided to occupy her time with her favorite activity. She located her old handheld console, checked that her favorite game cartridge was inserted into it. Of course, it was there, right where it belonged. She lay down on her bed, head propped up by pillows, pocket-monster plushies by her side, representing the same friends she had waiting for her in the game. Then, she booted the game up and returned to her colorful digital childhood home.

***

Down the hall, in the spare room, Chris had grown impatient. He had a short window of time for this little tryst and Danielle seemed to be taking forever. He sighed, made sure that he was dressed properly, just in case someone else might have come home, and stepped out into the hall. He walked over to the other bedroom, the one that must have belonged to Danielle and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” an annoyed child's voice replied.

This startled and confused Chris. Where did this girl come from? Who was she?

“Um,” Chris was not sure how to reply. “I'm a family friend.”

He opened the door a crack and found a nerdy little girl lying on the bed, her attention fully focused on her handheld video game. She bore some resemblance to Danielle, so he naturally assumed she must be a little sister.

“Hi,” he said. “Is your big sister around somewhere?” he asked.

The girl did not turn her attention from the game. She neither seemed confused by his presence nor concerned about what he wanted.

“Who?” was her whole reply.

“Danielle?” he replied to the snotty brat.

“What do ya want?” she replied, sounding more irritated now.

The girl's answer confused him, and he became worried about the complications that she might cause for his plans. “Nevermind,” he said. “Just, if you see her, tell her I'm waiting in the guest room for a little while longer.”

“Whatever,” the girl replied, not once having taken her eyes off of her game.

Chris returned to the guest room, feeling deep regret for even considering coming here. He took out his phone, intending to message Danielle that he was leaving.

***

Seeing him taking his phone out, Meg took out her own phone, deciding that it was time for him to pay for his betrayal.

She typed out a text to him.

***

Before he could finish a message to Danielle, Chris saw that his wife had texted him.

“Damn,” he said, realizing that he had run out of time.

Her message was just a single emoji: 💔.

Not fully grasping what the broken heart meant, he replied: Be home soon.

***

To Meg, that was the final straw: the last lie. There was no doubt about it now, the relationship was over. How could she ever trust him again after this? Divorce had become a foregone conclusion. However, she would prefer to save their children from having to experience that kind of turmoil. Instead, she could just remove him from their lives altogether, make it as though he had never existed, aside from the sperm he had provided her.

She wiped away a tear and nodded, resolved now to put a permanent end to their time together. Then, she set about unmaking him with magic.

“He asked about a sister,” she said, formulating his transformation. “Let's give her one.”

***

Chris stood up to leave, but paused when he felt a sudden shock to his crotch, as if he had just been hit by an invisible object. Wincing, he put his hands to his tender genitals and was dismayed to feel them seemingly shrink away into nothing beneath his fingers.

“What the f-?” he asked, pulling open his waistband to peek beneath his underwear. The parts he had hoped to see there were no longer visible, only a slight mound remained where they would normally be. It seemed almost as if he had a…

His phone distracted him with another alert. He checked it.

His wife had sent a new message: Missing something? 🍆

Chris froze. What did that mean? How did she know? Was his missing member her fault somehow? Sweating now, he typed a reply: Did you do this?

She replied with a proud smile: ☺️ You wanted to touch a younger one than mine? It's yours now. 24/7. 

I'm sorry, he typed, horrified and confused by what was happening. The impossibility of it and the shock at what she had taken from him, started him panicking. Please. It was a mistake. Never again.

Never again, she replied.

He looked around, feeling trapped and desperate, wondering what he could do to escape this situation somehow.

His wife texted: You want her body so badly? You can keep it.

His clothes thinned out, becoming lighter and more brittle. Then, his whole outfit crumbled away into dust, and his phone slipped out of his fingers.

“No! Stop!” he begged, but he could already feel his body changing.

He sensed some kind of energy draining from him. Meanwhile, his body seemed to be softening and gradually reducing in size, the muscles he had been so proud of fading away before his eyes. After a few moments, he realized what the draining sensation was. It was his masculinity, and it was leaking away.

“Wait,” he pleaded. “C-can't we talk about this?” His voice cracked higher like a teenager at the end of his sentence.

The changes became more pronounced then. Fatty flesh swelled in his ass as well as in a pair of mounds on his chest. His legs thickened tree-trunk-like to support this increasing weight even as they shortened. Hands and feet shrank, becoming daintier with delicate fingers and toes. Hair extended down over his face to his chin and then beneath his shoulders. He parted the hair like curtains and looked down at his areola and nipples as they grew and darkened on expanding tits.

By that point, his curvy parts seemed enormous, but they showed no sign that they were done growing yet. He had the impulse to squeeze his tits, to try to hold them in his hands and stop their growth. However, he realized that would be futile when he saw that his hands were already too small to contain them. He felt soft and weak and small and helpless. His eyes watered with tears as he was overcome by emotion. Vaguely he wondered if this might be due to a sudden shift in his hormone balance, but it was hardly the only thing about him that felt out of balance now. His tits seemed to weigh a ton, and his ass felt like a pair of pumpkins strapped to his backside.

At last, after every trace of the man he had been had been erased, the changes stopped, leaving him in what seemed to be an absurdly curvy feminine body. He stood in stunned silence, staring down at his tits in shock. He did not want to move and start all that flesh bouncing and swaying. He did not want to speak and hear how girly his voice must sound now.

His phone buzzed from on the floor, rousing him from his stupor. He wanted to ignore it, but he knew that it must be his wife contacting him again. As bad as things were, he realized, ignoring her would likely make them even worse. Slowly, carefully, he crouched down to pick up the phone.

His wife had just texted, Just think. You can play with those tits all you want now.

He started to type a reply but stopped when his wife texted once more.

Take a good look at yourself. She wrote, See something familiar?

Suddenly, a full-body mirror appeared in the corner of the room, facing him. He saw himself, or more accurately the woman he had become, reflected in the mirror. His face had become distinctly feminine while still retaining some of his features, such as his hair color, what he might imagine a sister to look like if he had one. However, everything beneath his face was very familiar. His body had become identical to Danielle's body. Despite feeling that his curves were absurdly exaggerated, he realized now that he had only the figure that he had lusted after in her. Seeing his crotch bare before him with its carefully trimmed pubic hair, he realized that this was the first time he had seen this part of her body, only now he was seeing it on his own body. He turned away from the mirror, not wanting to face what had happened to him any longer.

“Please,” he said out loud, hearing his high, sad, feminine voice for the first time. “Don’t leave me like this.”

***

Staring into the crystal ball, Meg considered her husband’s fate.

There was no going back, now, she decided. It was over between them. All that needed to happen now was to bend the world to fit these two transformed people. Altering reality was surprisingly easy. The world tended towards order, wanting to account for anomalies in some rational way. Adding a 9-year-old girl to it would be a bit of a stretch, but it was less than a decade of history to revise. Adding in Chris would be even easier. He would just simply replace Danielle, taking over her history; her entire life would be his. A name change and some minor alterations to records and pictures would be the majority of the changes. Removing him from the house would be awkward, but Meg could become a single mother without much fuss. Her family had money, and that could do wonders to allow her to raise children alone.

What would cause the biggest challenge would be changing memories for everyone involved. Having changed Danielle’s mind already, she felt more confident in more mental alterations. However, changing the memories of everyone who knew the two of them would be quite a feat. She took a deep breath and imagined the world as she wanted it to be, feeling out all the people who must fit into that new world and touching their thoughts. Front and center of that crowd was her cheating husband. She focused her magic on painting over his thoughts with those of that bratty babysitter..

***

Chris felt the earth move beneath his feet. It had always been moving, rotating around the sun in an endless dance, but at that moment he sensed it for the first time. Something was changing, but it was not him this time. He stood motionless, worried that he might topple over if he did anything.

The room around Chris transformed. Walls turned pink. Furniture grew out of the floor, a desk, a chair, a dresser, some shelves, everything a bedroom would need. Then, in came the smaller details. Clothes filled the closet and drawers. Jewelry and makeup appeared on top of the dresser. The shelves filled with knick knacks and old toys. A few plushies emerged from the pillows on the bed. When the changes settled down, Chris realized that he was standing in a teenage girl's bedroom, one that closely resembled the other bedroom down the hall.

Another text notification called his attention back to his hand where he discovered manicured fingernails holding a gaudy phone.

Consider this our divorce. His wife wrote. Goodbye.

Now, Chris felt his mind transforming. His life dissolved, memories fading and crumbling away: his childhood, his teenage years, his adult years, gone one-by-one. In their absence, new thoughts rushed in, mirroring the ones that had disappeared from the mind of Danielle, Dani, down the hall. Finally, more fundamental thoughts changed. His sense of what should be was altered. No longer would he feel that he was a man; he… she was a woman. Deep in the core of her being this was true. She was Christine, and that was the only name and only life she remembered now.

Christine stood there a moment, her mind blank, feeling as if she had begun daydreaming and lost all sense of what she was doing.

Someone knocked on her door, startling Christine. She spun to face the door, which swung open without any permission given.

“Chrissy,” said a girl, her little sister, Dani. “I can't sleep.”

...

As Christine started pulling on pajamas, she asked her sister behind the door, “What did you want?”

“I said that I can't sleep,” Dani explained. “I snuck a can of soda while you were in the bathroom earlier, and it's keeping me awake. Could we watch a movie together or something until I'm tired.”

Christine sighed as she finished putting on her pajamas. “Naughty girl. That sounds like more of your problem than mine. Still, I'm not feeling all that tired either.” She opened her bedroom door and looked down at her little sister, who looked back up at her with a faint trace of jealousy in her expression. “I’ll make some popcorn, and we can watch something. No more soda, though.”

“Okay,” Dani replied, smiling.

The sisters made their way downstairs together.

***

Meg closely watched the sisters through her crystal ball, uncertain if her mental alterations had worked well enough. She tried to detect any signs that traces of their old lives still lingered in their minds. The jealous way the girl had looked at her sister was concerning, but the moment had passed without much concern.

Now, the girl was settling in under a throw blanket on the couch, searching for a movie to stream without a worry in her mind.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, her big sister was putting a popcorn bag in the microwave. As the microwave started cooking and the kernels began to pop, Christine stared at it, her mind going blank. The 19-year-old's hands crept up to her chest and began cupping her own breasts, squeezing and fondling them. The action seemed subconscious with no expression on her face indicating that there was any intention to what she was doing.

Meg recognized the movements. They were just the same as what her husband had been doing with the babysitter's breasts earlier that night. It seemed that a hidden bit of Chris remained in the back of Christine's mind, unable to exert his influence except through subconscious gestures.

Meg sighed, realizing that she had not fully succeeded in erasing him. However, there seemed to be only a trace of him remaining. She decided to keep watching, hoping to observe to what degree he had any influence over the woman he had become.

***

When the microwave beeped as the timer ran out, Christine realized that her hands were on her own tits. She blushed, wondering what had been going through her mind just then to start her touching herself like that. She had no idea.

Wanting to put the moment behind her, she took the popcorn out of the microwave, opened the bag, and emptied it into a big bowl.

On the couch, in the other room, Dani had finished finding something to watch and had turned her attention back to her favorite hand-held game. She picked her nose, but paused as she became aware of what she was doing.

“Ew,” she said, pulling out her finger out of her nostril and wiping it on her shirt in disgust. “What was I thinking?” It would seem that some deeper part of her was less than pleased with her nerdy girl behavior.

“Okay,” Christine said, walking over to the couch with the popcorn. “Start the movie.”

They both got under the blanket together, the popcorn bowl between them. Then, they started watching the film, some sci-fi movie neither of them had seen, which had been somewhat popular. For a while, they ate and watched in silence, making an occasional comment on a dumb bit of storytelling.

Eventually, there came a romantic moment. The lead character began making out with his love interest, a gorgeous young woman.

Dani and Christine felt layers of awkwardness. On the top layer, they were dealing with the discomfort of being siblings watching something so physically romantic together. On a deeper layer, there was something disturbingly familiar about the situation, like recalling a mostly forgotten memory. The man's hands on the woman's chest, their lips locked together, the siblings could almost recall something like this having happened to them, together even.

They glanced at each other, confirming that they were both feeling the same uneasiness.

“Can we skip this part?” Christine asked, blushing.

“Yeah,” Dani replied, also blushing as she grabbed the remote and fast forwarded to the next scene.

***

Meg laughed.

There were her husband and her babysitter, trapped in new bodies and new lives, recognizing what had become of themselves for a fleeting moment and feeling horrified, without fully grasping what they were feeling.

“Actually,” Meg said, after she had stopped laughing. “This is perfect. There's just enough left of who they had been to keep them suffering over how they have changed. I bet they'll feel that way whenever they get some reminder of their old lives.”

An idea came to Meg. Although she had wanted to cut Chris out of her life altogether, she now thought she would prefer to keep Christine showing up to babysit her kids. The teen would show up without any conscious memories of having been a member of this family. However, eventually, she would start to vaguely recognize the kids as having been her own children. She would have some subconscious sense that she should be their father, as inexplicable and inappropriate as that would seem to her, a curvy teenage girl. Following that realization, her body would feel like a mockery to her even as she might start to awkwardly lust after her own curves. Then, at the end of the night, Meg would pay her former husband a babysitter's pittance for the torture of having to witness the life that had been taken from her. Afterwards, they would do it all over again.

“What a perfect torture,” Meg said, realizing that she could not have planned it better if she had tried.

She slipped the crystal ball back into its bag and put it away safely in the trunk, but she did not cover the lid this time, leaving it ready to be opened and used again at a moment's notice.

Meg lay down on her bed, one that she shared with no one else anymore, and revelled in the knowledge that it belonged to her and her alone. Then, she began to pleasure herself, feeling freer than she had ever been in her whole life. The future felt wide open, and more than ever before, she felt the power to face it on her own.