Curses & Crafts: The Dollhouse

Have you ever wanted to buy a magic spell? After all, you can order just about anything you want nowadays and have it delivered to your doorstep in no time: electronics, clothes, food… anything at all. Why not magic as well?  Good news for you; Curses & Crafts is now open for business. Visit their website, find the magic item you want, and make an order. You can have the product delivered to your home address or have it sent as a “gift” to whomever you want. Just imagine the possibilities, picture what might happen when that box is opened. Here is one example…

***

Riley Smith found the package waiting by the front door when he came home from high school. It was a large brown box, waist high to him, and the label had his name on it.

“But,” he said, reading more of the label. “I never ordered anything from Curses & Crafts… whatever that is.”

Sweat was forming on his forehead, so he decided he would rather figure out this mystery in the comfort of air conditioning. He opened the front door and put his backpack down by the stairs before going back out to carry in the box. Fortunately, it was lighter than he feared it might be, so he decided to carry it all the way upstairs to his bedroom where he could open it up in some privacy. Although he was home alone at the moment, he knew his mother would be bringing his little sister home from preschool soon, and Alice had a tendency to bug him when he was trying to concentrate.

Figuring that more useful information could be found within the box, he found his pocket knife and cut the lid open. Inside there was a sheet of paper, a receipt, mostly submerged within a sea of packing peanuts. He might have easily plucked the sheet out without disturbing the contents of the box, but his curiosity got the better of him. He needed to see what was hidden beneath all of that packaging. Afterall, he rationalized, it was addressed to him. He had a right to look.

However, before he could plunge his hands into the peanuts, he heard the front door of the house open.

“Riley?” his mother shouted up the stairs. “You home, dear?”

“I’m here!” he shouted back. “Up in my room!”

“I need to do some grocery shopping for dinner. Please keep an eye on Alice until I get back.”

“Okay!” he replied.

He heard the door shut downstairs, followed by little footsteps running up the stairs all the way into his sister’s bedroom.

Confident that Alice would be fine in there on her own for a little while, he turned his attention back to the mystery package. He poked his fingers into the peanuts near the walls of the box and soon found the edges of a solid object within. He gripped it and lifted it upwards. As the peanuts slid away, he saw that he was holding the roof of a dollhouse. After shaking off the remaining packaging from it, he set the enormous toy down beside the box on the carpet.

It was a magnificently detailed old-fashioned dollhouse with a porch and gables, the roof painted to imitate dark shingles and the outer walls painted yellow with white trim. Lowering himself to his hands and knees, Riley peeked through the windows to find there were boxes inside, which he assumed contained doll-sized furniture to decorate the rooms. The closer he looked the more he was impressed. The shutters and windows were all capable of moving, the doors too. He reached down to touch the front door handle, and immediately pulled his hand away when it gave him a light static shock.

Sitting back, he shook his hand to try to relieve the tingle that was spreading through it, but the sensation only extended further up his arm to his shoulder, where the tingle slowed down somewhat while still continuing its spread through his torso.

“What’s happening?” he cried, looking down at his tingling hand to see that it appeared to be shrinking. He held it up in his other hand and found that the tingling one had already been reduced to half the size of his regular hand and was still shrinking. With growing panic, he realized that his arm was getting smaller and shorter as well.

The tingle spread further, traveling up his neck to encompass his whole head. The world seemed to expand around him, the ceiling and walls of his room receded away as his body below seemed to expand. After a moment of confusion, he realized what was actually happening. His head was shrinking, just like his hand and arm were. He tried to stand up, but his balance was too confused. He went to grab his phone, but his other arm had begun to shrink as well before he could get a hand in his pocket. Soon, his whole body above the waist was tingling and shrinking smaller, his shirt hanging more and more loosely on him as his torso became too small to fit in it.

The tingle continued relentlessly, spreading down through his hips to his legs until it reached his toes, and then he could feel his whole body shrinking with the upper parts having become much smaller faster than the lower half. He looked down at seemingly enormous legs and giant feet as he held up his unevenly shrunken hands, finding one still half as small as the other. Soon his head and arms were swallowed up within the relative darkness of the fabric of his shirt. While unable to see what was happening below, he could feel his feet shrink out of his shoes and recede up the legs of his jeans.

Riley fought to escape his own clothes, but whatever progress he made to pull himself out was erased by the shrinking of his body. Moments later, he felt as if his upper body had returned to its normal proportions, even as his legs and feet felt relatively humongous. Soon, though, even his lower half had shrunk to the proportionate size of his upper half. Disorientated and feeling as if he were naked and wrapped in an enormous blanket, he crawled toward where he thought the bottom of his shirt was. Eventually, he found the edge of the fabric above him and emerged into the light.

The first thing he noticed was the yellow house in front of him. Maybe it was the fact that it seemed normal-sized from his perspective that his attention was immediately drawn to it. Whereas, everything else around him seemed impossibly huge. The landscape of rumpled fabric surrounding him seemed as if it were sized to fit a giant, the shoes appearing large enough that he could fit in them like canoes. He stood up unsteadily on the thick shirt fabric and uneven carpet below and turned his attention to the room above him, his mind struggling to accept that he was still in his own bedroom. The whole place seemed larger than the biggest arena he had even been in, the furniture having grown to the size of buildings.

Although Riley was terrified at having shrunk, wonder at this new perspective overpowered his fear for a moment. He looked at his bed, unable to see the top of his mattress now but able to see the dust and old junk he had pushed beneath it—sports equipment, old toys, old shoes—all looking like the discarded possessions of a giant now. He considered exploring the floor around him, but he found his legs unwilling to move.

“H-help!” he said, his voice barely more than a worried whisper.

“Riley?” his sister yelled from down the hall. “Can I have a snack, please?”

Heavy footsteps shook the world around him, getting louder and heavier as they approached the huge door to the bedroom. A thunderous series of knocks followed, striking the door far above him.

“A-Alice?” he said, horrified at the thought of the giant standing behind the door. He wanted to run and hide, but his legs still felt paralyzed by fear.

Then, the door swung open, like the wall of a building swinging open on a hinge. He gasped at the sight of the giant that entered his room, standing seemingly 50 feet taller than him. He barely recognized his sister from this perspective and at this size, but it was unmistakably her voice that said, “Riley? Where are you?”

Alice took a step closer to him, her giant foot shaking the floor around him like an earthquake. Fearing that he might be accidentally crushed to death by the colossal preschooler, he screamed, “Stop! I’m down here!”

Alice paused and looked around confused until her eyes spotted him in the middle of his pile of giant clothes.

Riley tensed his whole body. The sheer size of the girl terrified him too much to move. She strode closer and crouched down above him to get a closer look at him. The warmth of her breath blowing past him as she asked, “Is that a doll?”

After another moment of hesitation, he worked up the courage to speak. “Alice,” he said. “It’s me, Riley.”

“Riley?” she said, squinting at him curiously. “How come you’re so small?”

“I dunno,” he replied, shrugging. “I think the dollhouse shrunk me, somehow.”

Alice turned her attention to the dollhouse on the floor behind him. “Wow!” she cried, and dropped to her hands and knees above him. He stumbled and fell onto his back in response. He lay there fearfully as she crawled over him and took a seat beside the dollhouse. “This is so pretty!” she said as she examined this new toy, totally ignoring him.

“Alice, stop!” Riley cried, as he rose to his feet and stumbled over the folds of his giant jeans as he ran to her. “Don’t touch it! It might shrink you too!”

“Really?” she replied looking back at him. She sounded excited by the prospect.

Riley was powerless to do anything but watch as she figured out how to open the back wall of the house to reach the boxed-up furniture within. Then, she began unpacking them and decorating the rooms, seemingly having forgotten about her shrunken brother altogether.

Frustration was overtaking his fear at last. He walked up to her and shoved her tree-trunk sized thigh with his little hands, shouting, “Alice, listen to me!”

She appeared to awaken from a trance and looked down at him.

“I need you to help me,” he said. “I need to read the paper that’s in the box. There must be something on it that could explain what’s going on.”

She smiled down at him in a way that indicated that she had not grasped the gravity of the situation. “You’ll make a great doll, Riley,” she said, reaching an enormous hand down to him. He held up his hands in defense.

He shrieked as her fingers wrapped around his middle, each one as thick as his own arms. She grasped him a little too tightly, squeezing most of the air out of his lungs, making it impossible to protest. Then, she lifted him into the air and held him in front of her huge face to examine him more closely. 

“You’re nakey,” she said. “I can see your pee pee and everything.”

“A-Alice,” he grunted. “Too… tight.”

She recognized his distress and loosened her grip. “Sorry, Riley. You’re a lot softer than my other dolls.”

He took a few deep breaths and replied, “I’m not a…”

“I don’t think I have clothes that will fit you,” she said, not really paying attention to what he was saying. “I wish you were more like Barbra.”

Riley felt his body begin to tingle again, just as it had done when he shrank before. This time, though, he felt parts of himself growing. His legs stretched longer and thickened as his hips spread wider. Meanwhile, two mounds of flesh swelled on his chest, expanding into what could only be a pair of breasts. On his head, he sensed hair extending down to his shoulders and back, some hanging in front of his face, where he could see it turning bright blond. When the tingling faded and the growing stopped, he looked down to see that his body had become unmistakably female and adult.

“Oh my gosh!” Alice said in awe. “You look just like her now!”

“What?” Riley replied and was dismayed to hear a mature woman’s voice coming from his own mouth.

“Hold on,” Alice said, swinging his body over to the dollhouse to set him down roughly in a top-floor room. Then, she stood up and ran out of the room, shouting, “I’ll show you!”

Riley rose unsteadily to his feet, having to take care not to fall over due to the unfamiliar weight he had hanging from his chest and rear now. He examined himself in amazement, seeing the massive breasts on his chest and the bulbus ass behind him. The impulse to touch these new curves was hard to resist, but his hands hesitated. Maybe he worried what it might feel like to touch these feminine parts. Maybe he just wanted to deny the reality of what was happening to him.

He turned his attention to the room around him, finding that Alice had placed a toy bed in here, which had an actual soft mattress on it. There was also a full-body-length mirror standing in one corner of the room. He walked over to it, curiosity forcing him to confirm what his sister had said. When he finally got a good view of his reflection, he saw that she was telling the truth. The woman staring back at him from the glass looked like a Barbra doll that had come to life as a flesh-and-blood woman. Disturbingly, he could see that this body was anatomically correct, with nipples with wide areola on his huge breasts and a well-trimmed patch of blond pubic hair above a discreet slit between his legs.

Riley was not sure what disturbed him more, being the size of a doll or being a curvy grown woman. Gazing into the mirror, it was easy to pretend that he was actually looking at someone else’s body, and he realized that he had never seen a naked woman in person before now. The idea of lusting after one of his sister’s toys had not occurred to him previously, but witnessing the results of a plastic fashion doll being transformed into a living woman, he could now appreciate the beauty of Barabra’s gorgeous face, long legs, and shapely figure. He began to pose the body in the mirror, turning sideways to better view the size of her assets. Without any conscious intention, his hands rose up, ready to cup those massive breasts.

“I’m back!” Alice cried as she raced back into the room, shaking the whole dollhouse like an earthquake as she did. Riley lowered his hands to keep his balance and looked out of the doll house to see his sister kneel down and hold up an actual Barbra doll in front of him. “Look,” she said. “You’re just like her now. See?”

Besides the plastic skin and the fact that the doll was wearing a black and white striped swimsuit, it was true. They were identical. “I see,” Riley said, again feeling discomfort at hearing his more feminine voice.

“You ought to put something on,” Alice said. “Hey, try on her swimsuit.”

“Wait, Alice…” Riley said, but the girl was ignoring him again, her attention now focused on undressing the doll. He could only watch helplessly as his sister peeled the swimsuit free of her toy and held it up to him.

“Here,” she said. “Do you want me to put it on you?”

Sensing that she was not about to let him opt out of wearing the swimsuit, he sighed and replied, “I can put it on myself.” As much as he disliked the idea of wearing his sister’s doll’s clothes, he preferred it over standing with his nude female body exposed in front of her.

This being the first time he had ever tried to put on a one-piece suit, It was a bit awkward stepping into it, but once he got his feet through the leg holes and started pulling the suit up his body, he found that the elastic fabric was a perfect fit for him. When he had the straps up over his shoulders, he felt almost comfortable with the elastic fabric clinging to his curves. The only complaint he might have was that the seams in the fabric were too thick to go unnoticed.

“It’s perfect!” Alice cried, clapping her hands in celebration.

Riley sighed again and said, “Now will you listen to me?”

“I love hearing you talk to me,” she said. “You’re the best doll ever!”

“I’m not a-”

He was cut off when her hand reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his middle and lifted him up.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” she said, kissing him on the top of his head with her huge lips. “First, let's finish opening the other boxes.”

As Alice focused on furnishing the dollhouse, Riley realized then that getting his huge sister to listen to him would be a nearly impossible challenge. It seemed that he would just need to survive her until their mother came home.

***

It felt like an eternity passed before Riley heard the garage door opening downstairs. In the meantime, he had been forced to pretend to enjoy the games his sister had invented for them to play. He had pretended to cook a meal and eat it with his sister’s Barbra doll, acting out an extended conversation with the toy. He had allowed the kid to comb his long blonde hair. He had survived a harrowing ride in a toy car, pushed around the floor of his bedroom by his sister. He had even indulged his sister’s wish for him to dance for her, moving those long legs around until he had become sweaty and exhausted by the exertion.

As Riley had stood there panting, his sister had grabbed him around the middle and lifted him up again.

“You’re so pretty,” she had said. “I wish I could be a grown up, too.”

Riley had felt too out of breath to respond.

“I wish I could see what I would look like as a doll like you,” she had added.

For a moment, Riley had thought he was getting light headed, then he had realized that his head was tingling just as his body had done before when it had been transformed.

“Oh, wow!” Alice had cried when the tingling had stopped. “You do look just like me now!”

“What?” Riley had replied and had been horrified to hear his sister’s voice coming from his own mouth.

Alice had set him down in the dollhouse bedroom again, right in front of the mirror to confirm the truth.

The woman reflected back this time had now possessed the incongruously youthful face and dark hair of his little sister. Her wish had come true. Riley now looked like a Barbara doll with his sister’s head replacing the regular blonde woman’s head.

Not wanting to hear Alice’s voice in his mouth again, Riley had just stared in silent horror at this monstrously mismatched body.

It was in that quiet moment that their mother had arrived back home. A couple of minutes later, she found the pair of them in his bedroom and was shocked to discover what the dollhouse and Alice had done to her son.

***

Riley sat on the bed in the dollhouse as his mother sat on his own bed, reading the note she had taken out of the package. After spending a few minutes just comprehending her son’s transformations, she had calmed down and focused on finding a solution to this problem. As a kindness to him, his mother had ordered Alice to wait in her bedroom while they dealt with Riley’s predicament.

“Unbelievable,” his mother said, taking out her phone and dialing a number she read off of the note she had fished out of the package. After a minute passed while listening to her phone, she sighed and explained, “I called the company, but they’ve got me on hold.” With the phone still pressed to her ear, she held up the note for Riley and said, “I examined the whole thing, and I think I figured out what happened. Seems like there was a mixup with the delivery. Apparently, this dollhouse had been ordered by a woman also named Riley Smith who lives on Oak Street across town, not here on Old Oak Street. For some strange reason, this other Riley wants to be transformed into a doll.”

“D-does it say how to turn me back to normal?” Riley asked, wincing at the sound of his words coming out in his sister’s voice. He had been avoiding looking in the mirror again since his mother’s arrival, hoping to deny the fact that he had been transformed into his sister’s twin, at least from the neck up.

Turning her attention back to her phone, his mother held up her finger to indicate that he should be quiet. “Hello,” she said to whomever was speaking on the phone with her. “Is this customer service?”

She listened quietly to the response and said, “Well, I’ve got a major complaint for you about one of your products.”

Riley could only wait and listen as his mother chewed out the Curses & Crafts customer service rep for the dollhouse turning her son into a “freakish doll woman.” Although he knew she had not meant to insult him and her description was accurate, he hated that his mother had described him that way. He looked down at the cleavage visible at the top of his swimsuit and wondered how much longer he would have to live with this viewpoint.

After a long period of listening, his mother sighed and said, “Well, I suppose that is acceptable. We’ll deliver the package, and then you’ll mail us the coupon. Right?”

She listened to the response.

“Fine then, thank you. Have a good day,” she said and hung up.

“Well?” Riley prompted her.

His mother set down her phone and looked down at him. “The deal is you get a coupon for a free item from their website so long as we deliver the package to the correct address. Seems like they’ve been dealing with a lot of complaints, and they just want to keep us from suing them.”

“Mom,” Riley moaned, sounding even more like a bratty little girl. “That’s not what I meant. I want to go back to normal. When can I be myself again?”

“Oh,” she said. “That’s no problem. Apparently, the woman who ordered the dollhouse wanted to stay doll-sized overnight, so the spell won’t wear off until…” She checked the note from the box. “...two hours after you wake up in the morning or two hours after sunrise, whichever comes last.”

Riley was stunned. “You mean I’m stuck like this until tomorrow morning?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Can’t you at least make me a boy again?” he asked. “Alice made me look like her. Can’t you undo that?”

She shook her head, sadly. “According to the note, the spell only allows someone to reshape your body for the first hour. After that, it seems that the magic only has enough power left to return you to normal when it wears off.”

“Really?”

She nodded and said, “I suppose you could try touching the door again, but that’s not supposed to work. Apparently, the magic needs five or six days to recharge before it can be used again.”

“Great,” he said, lying down flat on the doll bed to stare up at the dollhouse ceiling. “I guess I’m staying this way for the night.”

“Hey,” his mother said, “I know that you’re not enjoying this much, but you just need to tough it out until tomorrow. I’ll keep Alice and Dad away and bring up some dinner for you later.”

He replied with a heavy sigh, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling. He just listened as his giant mother stood up from his bed and shook the dollhouse with her footsteps.

“Here,” she said as her knees appeared outside the open wall of the dollhouse.

He was startled to see her huge hand holding his giant phone enter the bedroom at the foot of the bed. She set down his phone, leaning it against the wall sideways like a television.

She crouched down far enough so her head was visible and said, “You can keep yourself entertained, I’m sure. Do you need anything else?”

He sat up and frowned. “I think I need to use the toilet,” he admitted.

This time, his mother also sighed. “All right,” she said, offering her hand for him to ride. “Let’s get it over with.”

After a moment of hesitation, he walked over to her giant palm and took a seat on it to be carried away to the bathroom.

***

Dinner was a thimble full of water and a cracker with hot dog chunks on it. As meager a meal as that seemed, his stomach was full before he had finished even half of it. He filled the hours before and after eating by watching lengthy videos on his giant phone, not wanting to bother with swiping his whole palm across the wide screen more often than necessary. He found it boring, but he preferred being bored over having to face the strangeness of what had happened to his body. Still, it was a challenge to ignore his breasts, being so heavy and prominent on his chest and always visible just beneath the screen from his viewpoint as he lay on the bed. He was comfortable, at least, having a paper tissue propping up the pillow behind him and another one covering his body like a blanket. Even after he grew tired of the chafing from the swimsuit’s thick seams and removed his only piece of clothing, he was still sufficiently covered up by the tissue.

Eventually, though, his curiosity with his female body had begun to outpace his intentional boredom. Any time he shifted his body at all, he felt his sizable nipples brush against the blanket-like tissue, stimulating them in a way he reluctantly enjoyed. Also, whenever a video he was watching showed him an attractive woman, he felt a strange sensation in his crotch that was notably different from his familiar erections, a mild dampness as opposed to a stiffening. He wanted to explore these new sensations, and his willpower to keep his hands off of himself had run out.

Seeing a woman with large breasts on screen, his hands slid up beneath the tissue blanket to cup his own large breasts. He squeezed, feeling the softness of their flesh, sensing the weight of them. His thumbs gently brushed his nipples eliciting a gasp from his mouth from the overpowering pleasure of that light stimulation. Again, he felt himself getting moist between his legs. One hand slid down to the slit below to trace the shape of it and tentatively probe within it, spreading the lips just enough to let a single finger in. Soon, he had begun groping his breasts in earnest above as his fingers plunged deeper into his pussy below, his clumsy fondling stimulating him to even greater arousal. He felt himself pushing ever closer to a peak. He could sense orgasm was imminent.

Then, a moan escaped his lips.

Horrified, he froze. In his excitement and having not spoken in hours, he had forgotten what had happened to his head. The voice he had just heard moaning in erotic pleasure belonged to his little sister. That she was involved in this situation in any way, even just as being the shape of his own head, disgusted him to the point of revulsion from his horniness. He sighed loudly and withdrew his hands from his body, moving them on top of his tissue blanket, safely out of contact with the rest of his skin.

However, he was still physically worked up from stimulating himself. He still felt the urge to pleasure himself. Only now, he no longer had the desire to continue. He just lay there, stuck feeling horny with no way to relieve the arousal his female body was forcing him to experience. It was tantalizing torture, and he just wanted it to be over. All he could do, though, was lie there waiting for it to subside.

***

Somehow, Riley managed to fall asleep. The dreams that followed were vivid but confusing, not quite nightmares but generally lacking in comfort. Sometimes he was a teen boy. Sometimes he was a shrunken woman. He even had a moment when he fully became his little sister. Eventually, he entered an erotic scenario that had his perception split two ways between his regular body and the doll body, his teen self using the doll’s body for pleasure as the doll pleasured herself.

He woke up to the bright light of morning, feeling desperately horny and unsettled. Wanting to clear his head as he waited to return to his regular body, he got out of the doll bed and made his way down the stairs of the doll house with the aim of working off some energy by taking a walk around his relatively giant bedroom. He had already stepped out of the open wall of the dollhouse before he realized he had left the swimsuit behind in the bedroom.

Glancing down at his bare breasts, he said, “It doesn’t matter. I would just tear out of it anyway when I go back to normal.” Hearing his sister’s voice again reduced his horniness somewhat, so he added, “Now go take a walk… and behave yourself.”

He strolled around the floor, taking in the familiar sights of his bedroom from a perspective  just under a foot tall. There was nothing really spectacular or surprising about it, though. He did explore under the bed a little, checking out the forgotten items he had stuffed beneath his bed while cleaning up, but there was not much else to see aside from repeated reminders of how small he had become.

On the carpet, his discarded clothes still lay where they had fallen. It made him recall how this had all started. He thought back to his sister entering the room and playing with him, and he found himself thinking almost fondly of the experience in retrospect. Something about the affection she had shown him and the sense of helplessness her immense size had imposed on him reminded him of the comfort and innocence of being a small child. To his surprise, it seemed that he was not entirely hating the experience. Was it possible that he even wished he might remain this size? He lay down on the pile of his enormous clothes and dozed a while, waiting for the two hours to elapse, uncertain if he wanted it to be over or not.

Soon enough, it happened. He felt himself begin to grow. He felt the fabric of his oversized clothes sliding beneath him, and the room appeared to shrink inwards towards him. He had become so accustomed to the enormous scale of human things as seen from a doll’s perspective, that there was something faintly terrifying at feeling the world closing in. He had to keep reassuring himself that things were only returning to the scale that they were meant to be. When he had reached more than half his regular height, he got to his feet and noticed that his body, although growing larger, was still unmistakably female.

“Why?” he asked, at just the moment he had become the same height as his sister, speaking in a voice identical to her own. “Why am I still a girl?”

His perspective rose up, surpassing even his regular teen boy height, until he had reached the stature of a statuesque adult woman. Then, the changes ceased.

“Oh, come on,” he moaned, looking down at the sizable breasts that remained on his chest. “Just make me normal again.” He sounded like a whining child, which only upset him even more.

Casting an accusatory glance at the dollhouse, he felt a moment of disorientation as he realized how small it seemed now. Considering that he had just spent the night inside such a little room, he had the impression that he had become a giant all of a sudden, a huge, naked, female giant.

Feeling exposed, he considered putting on clothes but doubted he could get his jeans even half way up his thick thighs or squeeze his tits into one of his t-shirts.

“Maybe if I wait a little longer,” he said, walking to his bed to take a seat, taking care to avoid touching the dollhouse. “Alice changed me after I shrank. There might be a delay because of that.” He had no evidence to support that supposition, but it offered him some hope. So, he sat and waited, growing increasingly anxious as minutes went by without anything happening.

To his relief, eventually he felt himself begin to shrink. All of those feminine curves flattened out, breasts deflating, ass and hips narrowing, long legs shortening and slimming. Soon enough, he had his regular teen boy body back.

“That’s better,” he said and gasped, having heard his voice sounding girlish, still. His boy hands touched his face, feeling the round cheeks and tiny nose of his little sister. “Come on!” he whined.

He retrieved his phone from the dollhouse and checked his reflection with the selfie camera, confirming that he still had his sister’s innocent young face, incongruously positioned above his teen boy shoulders.

“What did I do to deserve this?” he pondered. He set his phone down and settled in to wait for this last transformation to wear off.  As he waited, his mind wandered, thinking over the whole experience. “If one change had to stick around, I’d much rather have kept that body instead of this face,” he admitted. Soon, he found himself fantasizing about those breasts, wishing he had another chance to finish what he had started last night. For a moment, he even considered touching the dollhouse door once more in an attempt to start the magic over again, but he immediately chided himself for even thinking of it.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally sensed his head transforming, growing and reshaping. Checking his reflection in his phone again, he watched as his sister’s features grew until they had become the shape of his own familiar face again.

He sighed in relief. “That’s better,” he said and was startled at first by the relatively low pitch of his voice. As soon as he was confident that everything was the way it was supposed to be, he felt not satisfied but strangely hollow. As happy as he was to be back to normal, some part of him was disappointed that such a strange experience had come to an end. The excitement and novelty was over. He was just an ordinary teen, now. 

Feeling somewhat lost, he decided to do something instead of just sitting there, so he put his clothes back on, the ones he had been wearing the day before. After that, he had erased all evidence that something magical had occurred in his bedroom. 

Someone knocked on his bedroom door.

“Yes?” he said.

“Are you decent?” his mother asked from behind the door.

“Come in,” he said.

She entered, smiling. “Look at you,” she said. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to sound upbeat. “Took a bit, but I’m back to normal.”

“All right, then,” his mother said. “Let’s get that dollhouse packed up again before something else happens.”

“Sure,” he said, and they set about maneuvering the magic house back into its box.

***

Riley rode with his mother as she drove across town to deliver the package to the other Riley. When they arrived at her house, she met them outside as if she had been waiting for their arrival. She seemed somewhat embarrassed even as she welcomed them in to carry the box into her house, so they did not linger long. Riley recognized something familiar about her barely concealed excitement over the magic item she now possessed.

Staring out the window as the car drove away, wishing that he had thought of some excuse to keep the dollhouse, Riley sighed.

“Hey,” his mother said. “Have you thought of what you want to order?”

“What order?” he asked, curiously.

“You’ve got a coupon for a free item from the magic company, remember,” she said. “...to make up for the mixup.”

“Oh,” he said, having almost completely forgotten. He had been so upset at the time that the free item offer had barely registered in his mind. “I don’t know,” he said, although he had some ideas. “I’ll have to see what they’re selling.”

His mother glanced at him, recognizing his growing excitement. “Be reasonable,” she said. “Don’t go ordering something… inappropriate.”

“Mom…”

“It’s your free item, so I’m not going to tell you what to do,” she said. “Still, don’t order something we’re all going to regret.”

He nodded, but he worried that he was going to disappoint her.

To be continued….