WARNING: This story has elements that are NOT intended for young readers.

It was a long walk home from school that day,  Dr. Adams, his science teacher, had found some of the stories he’d written about her.  Now, she was going to stop by Matty’s home and tell his mother about them.  And that might be just the punishment Mom might need to take Boulder to the shelter  

But then, if he weren’t so downcast, Matty might not have seen the — stick? — No, the WAND just lying there by the sidewalk.  Was Matty meant to find it?

At first, it could be mistaken for a twig, a wooden rod, something like that.  Matty picked it up to examine it.  There were no markings.  It was the same color from top to bottom.  It reminded him of some of the wands in Harry Potter.  Matty wanted it to really be a magic wand.  It would save him a LOT of trouble right now.

Matty’s mother, Octavia Giordano, was his birth mother, but that was the only way she was his mother.  In behavior, she was just a woman who lived with him.  After his father, Frank, died in a Piper Cub crash, she told him that the only reason she became pregnant with him was to get his father to marry her.  She didn’t love Matty and she HATED Boulder, his bulldog.  He thought of the trouble he’d been having lately with his mother and Boulder.  Almost absent-mindedly, he waved the stick and said ”Mom, you will love Boulder as much as any lady can love a dog.”  He continued walking down the street, waving the stick in his hand.

At about the same time, Octavia was walking naked through the mansion.  She loved jaybirding when Matty wasn’t there, giving the servants a chance to catch a glimpse of her as nature intended.  Her boobs, her legs, and, especially, her butt.  She had worked hard to keep her butt large and firm and she liked when her servants could see her walking by, wagging her tail.

Wait, wagging her tail?  She had intended to think she was shaking her booty.  Why did she think of it as wagging her tail?

She heard — and felt — a snort behind her.  IN her behind!   She looked behind her and, as she’d expected, there was Boulder.  Boulder was the bulldog Frank had gotten for Matty a couple of years ago.  He was given the name because he was heavy and SOLID!  

And, to Octavia, he was an embarrassment.

When he was still a pup, Boulder had picked up the habit of humping people’s legs.  Family, friends, neighbors, anyone who came through the door, he wrapped his legs around their legs.  She had begged Frank to get him fixed, but Frank wanted to breed him.  And Matty loved him.  But she didn’t.  She didn’t love Matty that much.  And, when Frank was killed, that had made her rich.  She really didn’t need Matty any more.

She was going to get rid of Boulder soon, and then ship Matty off to military school.  She’d gotten a phone call from his science teacher, and she was sure it would give her a reason to do both things.

“Back ARF! dog!” yelled Octavia.  Wait, back ARF? Did she just bark?  It was becoming a very strange day.    

She climbed the stairs and walked to her bedroom, Boulder still behind her.  She grabbed the doorknob to pull the door shut before the dog could follow her inside the room.  Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at the base of her spine.  No, BEYOND the base!  She walked to the full-length mirror and looked at her backside’s reflection.

“What the fuck??!” she exclaimed.  There, growing out above her beautiful butt, was a tail!  A long. curly tail, kind of like a pig’s, she thought, except for its length and its thickness.

Boulder was in the room with her.  She hadn’t been able to close the door because of her tail.  She tried to grab Boulder to shove him out of the room, but her fingers weren’t working.  She didn’t HAVE fingers, or hands, anymore.  Instead, at the end of her arms — were those PAWS!?

She fell on all fours suddenly, and took the opportunity to look at herself.  She indeed had paws, not hands.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Something was happening to her face, her gorgeous face!  Her cheeks were puffing out and sagging!  She was growing jowls!  The shock caused her to drop to her butt.  Her mouth opened and a flat tongue, maybe six inches long, fell out from her mouth and hung there.  

Then, her hair, her dark, long, full, luxurious hair began to go away.  It didn’t fall out.  Rather, it began to recede into her scalp!  The sight was bizarre, heartbreaking, and ITCHY!  And it wasn’t just the hair on her head, either.  Her eyebrows were also vanishing into her skin. In seconds, Octavia was completely, COMPLETELY bare-skinned, no hair on her head, on her eyebrows — even her pussy was completely denuded.  She had considered waxing, but she liked having a hirsute womanhood.  Now, through no intent or desire of her own, she had a bald beaver.

But then, new hair began to grow, ALL OVER her body!  It was short hair, no, FUR!    It was light, stubby tan fur.  And, as the fur was growing, her eyes changed.  They went from green to brown with HUGE pupils,

She had also always been proud of her breasts.  They were not huge, but sufficient, firm and perky.  Now, they were flattening, receding into her chest.  But that was nothing compared to what was happening beneath them.  Two pairs of teats were appearing!  And her legs had reformed into canine legs.  She stood up on all fours, sideways, from the mirror.

There was no doubt about it.  She was no longer a woman!  She was a bitch, a bulldog, just like Boulder.  And something was happening inside her, too.  Not in her mind, that was still hers, even though she wished it wasn’t.  She didn’t want awareness of what had happened to her.  She was heating up, and there was a very strong scent coming from her doggy vagina.  Oh, no!   she thought.  I can’t be in —

That’s when Boulder mounted her and she got her first taste of canine coitus.  She began heavy panting, both enjoying the sex and ashamed of it at the same time.  She wanted to just submit to the feeling.  She remembered Frank had named the dog Boulder partly because the dog was SOLID!  Octavia could tell that now.  That doggie dick was hammering into her, repeatly, forcefully, and it felt GOOD!

But there was one thing that wouldn’t leave her mind.  She was , or she had been, a woman!  A hot woman with a beautiful body, especially that beautiful butt, the butt that Boulder had a secure grasp on!  And she LOATHED Boulder.  For him to have that butt in front of him, to be FUCKING that butt — she shouldn’t be accepting that it was happening, shouldn’t be LOVING that it was happening.  That it was sent her into a new kind of despair she couldn’t imagine was existing.  Doggy despair.

She let her humanity leave her brain and let the bitch take over.  She was about to climax, when Fiona, Octavia’s ladies’ maid, came in the room with a bundle of sheets.

“What in hell?” she said, setting the sheets down on the bed.  “When did Madame get you?  Or did she?  Where is she, anyway?”

Octavia yipped and WOOFed, trying to tell Fiona “I AM MADAME!”  But doggie sounds were all that came out of her.

“Well, Boulds, I’m glad you’re finally fucking something that enjoys it  Just looking at your — friend? —  I can see you’re having a hot time in the old hound tonight!

“But I can’t see Madame wanting to have another dog in the mansion.  So, you’re coming with me!”

Fiona bent over and scooped Octavia the Bulldog up in her arms.  Octavia whimpered a little, feeling ashamed that such weak little noises were all she could make.  Fiona carried her out of the mansion, down its walk, and set her outside the gate.

“Now, don’t you hang around here,” said Fiona.  “Or I’ll call the animal shelter.  From what Madame’s been saying lately, you and Boulder might both be going there soon.  There, at least, you can get your brains fucked out.”

Octavia had enough humanity in her to know Fiona would keep that promise.  It hurt her inside.  She had always felt Fiona was the most responsible, and loyal, of her servants.  And the one who most appreciated Octavia’s human butt.  She knew Fiona’s tastes and didn’t mind them, even entertained indulging them herself.

But, now, to Fiona, her mistress was just another dog, another unwelcome mutt,  (If she had to be a dog, why did Octavia have to be another damned ugly bulldog?)

Walking away from the mansion, Octavia considered where she should go.  She decided to head for a nearby park.  She knew for a fact, many dogs, strays and otherwise, headed there.  Sure enough, when she arrived, she saw a half-dozen dogs, some mutts, but also Wendy Carlowe’s great dane, Sizehound.  It had gotten out of Wendy’s yard again.  Luckily, he was chipped so the shelter knew who he belonged to and would get him home.

Matty arrived back home, well aware of what the rest of the afternoon and evening would be like.  As he walked down the hallway, he found Fiona awaiting him.

“Matty?  Do you know where your mom is?  I haven’t seen her.  And did you bring a new dog home?”

“i thought Mom would be here.  And I don’t know anything about a new dog.”

“I found them together in your mom’s room.  And was Boulder happy to see her!  They were busy fuc, er, making love to each other like there was no tomorrow.  It’s a shame the new one was here, considering your mom is planning to get rid of Boulder.”

“Wait, did you say the dogs were ‘loving’ each other?”

“Were they ever!  Hey, what’s that in your hand?”

“It’s  a stick I found on the way home.  I thought I might use it to play Harry Potter.”

“You’re just trying to make your mom mad at you, aren’t you?  You know she doesn’t approve of that wizarding stuff.”

Matty said nothing, but headed up to his room.  When he got there, he closed the door and stared at the wand.  It couldn’t be! he thought.

“Mom is not a dog!  She’s my mother, a woman, and if she did turn into a dog, she’ll change back, right now!”

Octavia’s first clue to what was about to happen came when the animal shelter truck pulled into the park  “We got bitch bait!” yelled a man in the truck.  Octavia had discovered how popular she was to the male dogs in the park.  They were literally lining up to take turns with her.  She’d read once how dog catchers LOVED to find bitches in heat and then use them to lure other dogs.  Sure enough, over a half-dozen dogs  were rounded up and thrown into the truck, including Octavia.

“Let her ride with Sizehound,” said one of the dog catchers.  “He might as well enjoy himself until Ms. Carlowe shows up for him.”

Octavia’s mind imagined some naughty scenarios with Scooby-Doo.  Somehow, those scenarios were making Octavia’s experiences with Sizehound more enjoyable.  Octavia had found herself having incredible sex with several of the dogs in the park, but Sizehound was by far the best!  It helped when she completely “went dog” in her head — and butt.

As the truck pulled into the shelter, Octavia began to feel strange.  Again.  Her legs were shifting with the knees returning.  Her head was reshaping itself, the ears going away into her human ears, her tongue thickening and shortening.  Could it be? Octavia wondered.  Is it because we’re almost at the shelter?

The engine shut off and the door in back of the truck opened up.

“Holy — !  Hey, guys, look at this!”

Everyone in the shelter looked in the van, just in time to see Sizehound still merrily humping the completely naked Octavia Giordano.

The buzzer went off in the mansion.  Fiona answered it and was informed that the visitor was the police.  Fiona went to the front door with Matty and found that there was a police woman standing there with Mrs. Carlowe and her dog, — and Octavia, looking VERY disheveled and wrapped in a blanket.

“Mom?” said Matty.  “Mrs. Carlowe?”

“You bet it’s me!” said the normally pleasant neighbor.  “And I want to know if you have any good reason why I shouldn’t have this cop lock your sicko mother away!”

Matty and Fiona both looked quizzically and the female officer said “This woman was found in an Animal Control vehicle having sex with Mrs. Carlowe’s dog.”

Fiona could say nothing to this, but Matty burst out laughing.  “And how was old Sizey, Mom?”

“Matty, please,” said Fiona.  “Madame, why would you do such a thing?”

“I was a dog!” said Octavia in a voice of definite disbelief.  “I don’t know why, but I was here in the mansion when I just.  Turned.  into.  a.  DOG!”

Matty snickered some more.  The police officer stifled a giggle and Mrs. Carlowe rolled her eyes.  But a light went on in Fiona’s head.

“Wait a minute!” she said.  “The dog I caught in here earlier, the bulldog Boulder was humping.  That was you?”

Octavia nodded her head and Mrs. Carlowe shook hers.  “Please!  She turned into a dog?  How is that possible?”

Matty stepped backwards a little, pulled out the wand and waved it at Mrs. Carlowe.  “Like this.  Mrs. Carlowe, be a dog!  In heat!  But with your human head.”

Before anyone could react, Mrs. Carlowe shrank.  Her clothing became far too large and she stepped out of it.  She still had her pearl choker necklace on, but the rest of her was bare.  Not that it mattered, since, except for her head, she wasn’t a woman anymore, but a moderate-sized dog.  And a mutt at that.

And Sizehound was on her in seconds!

Mrs. Carlowe gave out a soft WOOF! and began to howl.  Then, with obvious great effort, she said “Sizey — don’t — no — I mean — don’t stop!  Keep going, boy!  Oh, GOOD dog!”

“My God, that’s just what happened to me!  With several dogs!  And it feels good, doesn’t it, Carla?”

Mrs. Carlowe gave another WOOF! nodded her head, and then began to pant heavily.

“Matty, you did this to your mother?” asked Fiona.  “Why?”

“I was testing out this wand I found earlier.  And I told it to cast a spell to make Mom really love Boulder.  It did, but not the way I expected.  I didn’t think it would work, but realized it did when you mentioned finding the other dog with Boulder! ”

“Now, wait a minute!” said the policewoman, whose name badge identified her as Officer Dodds. “You can do magic?  Turn someone into a dog?  It has to be a trick, I don’t believe it!”

Matty pointed the wand at the officer and said “You are wearing only your police hat and your bra!”  

Instantly, Officer Dodds looked town at herself.  She could feel her hat on her head.  And she saw that everyone, not just Matty, could see that the officer was wearing only what Matty had said she was wearing.  Her hands immediately moved to cover her crotch.  All the observers were impressed by the bra.  It was black lace, with two-inch-wide shoulder straps and a back strap nearly four inches wide.  Everyone could tell it was doing beyond standard duty, holding in a pair of massive breasts.

“Young man, you are in big trouble!  I’m going to — “

“You are going to enjoy Boulder the way Mrs. Carlowe was enjoying Sizey!”

Officer Dodds found her front falling to the ground.  She looked at herself and discovered that, from her waist up, she was herself.  But, below the waist, she was a dog, flanks, tail, and fur.  And she was horny!  Boulder got behind her and started thrusting away.

“Why you doing this to me?” wailed Officer Dodds. “I’m a policewoman, an officer of the law!  I can be a proud bitch, but not like this!” 

Matty was about to say something, but stopped.  Footsteps were heard on the walk that came from the mansion’s gate.  Matty was speechless for a few seconds, then remembered he had no reason to be scared any longer,  The various women, dogs, what-were-there quickly learned the reason for Matty’s reaction.

“What is going on here?” asked a voice used to being answered.  All there turned to see Dr. Violet Adams.

Dr. Adams was still an attractive woman in her mid-forties.  “I wouldn’t kick her out of bed,” Matty remembered his father once saying about her. She had a stunning face with freckles or age spots on it, no one knew or cared for sure.  She scanned those gathered together, her gaze stopping on Officer Dodds.  “Doris Dodds? Is that you?  Why are you partly dressed up like a dog?”

Officer Dodds tried to speak back to her former science teacher, but she could only make yips and barks.  Finally, she jerked her head forward, gesturing at Matty.

“I see,” said Dr. Roberts.  “Mr. Giordano, I don’t know how you made this happen and I don’t care!  Those stories you wrote about me prove you to be a little pig beyond all belief!  And I’m going to see you pay for it!”

“I’m a litte pig, am I?” said Matty.  “I think I’ll make you a a little pig!”  He waved the wand at Dr. Adams, who began to dwindle in size.  

“What — what’s happening to me?” said the head of the science department at Chester Alan Arthur High School.  Her anger had turned to fear as she found herself enveloped in her clothes, her voice a barely audible high-pitched squeak.  With a smirk, Matty grabbed the top of her pantyhose, closing it in his hands.  He found himself getting a hard-on as he observed that his father had been right about Dr. Adams’ looks.  Matty found himself even more turned on by her efforts to cover herself up as best she could.  He liked looking at naked women, especially looking at naked teachers, especially naked teachers who were just a little smaller than a Barbie doll.

Then, he remembered her calling him a little pig.  He waved the wand, and the surroundings around him and the little doctor changed.  It took Dr. Adams a few seconds to recognize where they were, especially considering everything was so much larger to Dr. Adams.  It was the school science lab.  Matty carried her over to the small cage on the counter and she screamed as she was dropped into the cage.  She stood up and backed into a corner facing her classroom pet, the guinea pig called Enrico.

“Mr. Giordano!  What are you doing!  He’ll eat me!”

“No he won’t!  I put him in to do something else to you!  Look in the cage mirror.”

Dr. Adams looked in the mirror to see, in horror, that her body was changing!  It was growing plumper, growing fur.  Her face was fattening, and her neck was also plumping out.  She soon found herself turned into a guinea pig and she had a suspicion about what Matty intended for Enrico to do to her.  And, yes, in a few seconds, Enrico had mounted Dr. Rogers from behind and was fornicating away with her.

The next few days were eventful.  The staff at the mansion had won the lottery, a prize of over a billion dollars, even after taxes.  Fiona hadn’t joined in the contest but was happy to stay in the mansion and look after Mrs. Giordano and Matty.

Then, another contest was won, with the winners, their names drawn separately, including Dr. Violet Adams and Officer Doris Dodds.  Taking the same plane, on a trip, was Mrs. Octavia Giordano , and Mrs. Carla Carlowe.

The trips turned to tragedy when the plane all the women were on was lost at sea.

Matty Giordano opened a kennel where he began raising prize bulldogs, from his dogs Boulder and Frances.  He also took over raising  Sizehound, who he paired with another Great Dane, Ariel.  He was also doing very well using his beautiful german shepherd, Dotty, to give birth to equally beautiful litters of pups.

And everyone who knew him was especially impressed by the love and care Matty gave to Frances.

I originally wrote “Career Day” for someone playing on our shared interests of the idea of a child using magic on an adult. The following version is going to only be here for a few days. It breaks one BIG taboo in our society and is downright obscene toward the end. THIS IS PORN. If you don’t like porn, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! If you are below 18 years of age, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!!

The beginning of this story is the same as the earlier posted version. Once you leave behind the part you’re familiar with, BRACE YOURSELVES!

It was Mother’s Career Day at Jefferson A. Elementary School.  Several students had brought in their moms to talk about what the mothers did for a living.  So far, there had been a a weather lady , firewoman, a factory forewoman, and a psychologist.  But the highlight so far was definitely Claire Garner, the head of Garner Cosmetics, the biggest employer in the small town of Coesse.  Claire was using the speech to promote the new line of perfumes, and she was every bit as strong (and subtle) as a politician running for office.  Most of the girls were entranced by what she was saying, and each one of them was dreaming of working for Claire one day.

Except for one:  Beth Garner, Claire’s daughter.  She was embarrassed by the way her mother carried on, especially every time her mother pointed Beth out in the class, which was too many times.  Beth wished that Claire paid as much attention to her at home.

Claire finally finished her presentation, and Mrs. Frederickson, the teacher, called on Georgie Nelson, who walked up to the front of the classroom by himself.  He was carrying a very ornate bottle in his hand. 

“Georgie,” said Mrs. Frederickson.  “Where is your — ”  She hesitated.  She knew Georgie was an orphan.

Before Georgie could answer the question, a very striking woman entered the classroom.  Claire was startled both by the sudden appearance by, and the appearance of, the woman.  She had never seen anyone so beautiful.  The woman was almost — otherworldly.  The woman had a pet carrier with her.

“Do you have an animal in there?” asked Mrs. Frederickson.

“Yes,” said the woman, noticing that this teacher was looking at her a little intently.  “It’s here to help me demonstrate what I can do.”

“Are you a veterinarian?”

“No, I’m a djinn.”

“A djinn?” said Susie Parker, one of the girls in the class.  Mrs. Frederickson and the other women in the room looked among themselves and snickered.

“A djinn is what you probably call a genie,” said the woman.

Everyone in the class laughed.  Georgie and Aunt Ginni looked at each other and smiled.

“This is my Aunt Ginni,” said Georgie.  “And she is a djinn.”

“You don’t look like any genie I’ve ever heard of,” said Claire in a voice of disbelief.

“And how do you think a genie should look?” asked Aunt Ginni.

“Oh, shoes with curled toes, harem pants, arm bracelets, a little vest, and maybe or maybe not a top under the vest.”

“You mean like this?”

Aunt Ginni extended her arm at Claire and made some gestures with her fingers.  Suddenly, all the children were staring at Claire.  The mouths of some of the boys dropped open.  Claire looked down at herself and saw that, in place of the sensible but sensational outfit she’d chosen to wear for her speech, she had on the outfit she’d just described:  Shoes with curled toes, harem pants (SEE-THROUGH harem pants, and everyone in the classroom could see she was wearing nothing underneath), arm bracelets, and a vest, under which there was — NOTHING!  Except for the vest, she was topless.  

“I don’t know how you did this,” said Claire, coldly, to Aunt Ginni.  “But get this outfit off of me, NOW!”

“As you wish,” said Aunt Ginni with a smile.  Instantly, Claire could no longer feel her feet in the curled-toes slippers.  She was feeling the floor instead.  Claire didn’t feel the harem pants or anything.  Claire realized she had used the wrong words for her demand.  She was now standing completely naked in front of her daughter’s class, both girls AND boys, the teacher, and the other women!  Bulges were appearing in the crotches of some of the boys in the class.  Mrs. Frederickson looked a little excited by the sight, too, Claire thought.

By instinct, Claire covered herself with her arms, the left arm over her breasts and the right over her bush.  As she did so, she saw one boy lean over to another and whisper, “I saw her pussy!”

Claire decided modesty be damned!  She made her hands into fists and walked up to her daughter, who had been given the duty of guarding Claire’s shoulder bag and sample case.  Claire reached into the bag and pulled out her cell phone,

“Boys and girls, you’re about to see an important lesson,” Claire said.  “This ‘Aunt Joanie’ — “

“Aunt Ginni,”  corrected Georgie.

“I don’t care.  She’s going to find out what a real bitch I can be when I want to  be one!”

Aunt Ginni said nothing, but smiled and gestured again at Claire.

“Hello, Fred?” said Claire.  “I want — ” suddenly, Claire dropped her phone.  She bent over to pick it up and heard the kids laughing loudly.

“She’s growing a tail!” cried one of the girls.  Claire, still bent over, glanced over her shoulder and found that there was indeed the tip of something furry coming from the vicinity of the base of her spine.  She stood up and reached over to grab it.  But, when she pulled on it, it not only didn’t come off,  she felt pain when she pulled it.  And then, she couldn’t pull on it at all.  She looked at her hands and saw that her fingers were shrinking, becoming toes!  Instead of hands, she had forepaws, covered with skin instead of fur, but still paws.  And then fur, dull, white fur began to grow on the paws.  And on her arms.  And on her entire body.

“What’s ARF!-ening to ARF!” said Claire.  She put a paw to her mouth in surprise at — she couldn’t have barked!  “What ARF!  WOOF!”

Then, she saw her nose, her mouth extending from her face.  There was no pain, just the unreality of seeing her face changing.  She was getting a snout!  At the end of the snout, her nose was turning black!  Also, she could feel the tops of her ears starting to droop over and become longer.  (She was glad she had decided not to put on earrings today.)  Her thighs and shins were merging over her knees on each leg and her feet were changing.  She began to hear things she couldn’t before, and smells were stronger.  (And a roomful of fourth graders was a pretty strong smell.)

“Woof!  Rr-or!  Rrr-or!” she said.  Then, Georgie gave the bottle to Aunt Ginni, who took out the stopper and turned the bottle upside down.  Something small and reflective fell out into Ginni’s hand.  She set the item on the floor and it grew into a full-length mirror.  Claire looked into it and whined.  Instead of her reflection, which she’d expected to see, even on all fours, Claire found a dog was looking out of the mirror back at her.  A poodle? she thought.

“Excuse me for just a second,” said Aunt Ginni, scooping Claire up into her arms (making Claire yelp in surprise) and taking her out of the classroom.  Everyone else in the classroom wondered what was going on, except for Georgie.  Aunt Ginni came back into the room without the dog.

“Where is she?” asked Beth.  Where did you take her?”

“I took her to earlier today,” said Aunt Ginni.  “I had to take her into the vet and groomer just after they opened so they could arrange this.”

Aunt Ginni opened the carrier and pulled out what looked like another poodle.  But this one was groomed, trimmed except for tufts of hair on its feet, plus a “poodle do” on it’s head and frilly ears.  Plus, its fur was dyed pink!  And, it had a bejeweled collar around its neck and a tiny bow on its head.

“Where did you get this poodle?” asked the forewoman.

“Oh, it’s the same poodle I left with a moment ago,” said Aunt Ginni.  “Ms. Garner.  Like I said, I took her to a vet earlier so they could examine and groom her “

“That’s not really Ms. Garner!” said one of the boys.

 “It is. Watch!”

Aunt Ginni gestured at the poodle.  It began to change.  The ears “rolled up” until they were human ears.  She lost her snout and tail.  The bow and collar remained, though the collar grew as the poodle’s neck enlarged and, finally, what had been a dog was now Ms. Garner, on all fours and completely naked — except for the dog collar.  And the trimming had made some changes.

“She doesn’t have a pussy anymore!” cried the same boy who’d seen it before.  Claire, recovering from her change, couldn’t register what the boy was saying until she covered her vagina with her hand.  Her pubic hair was gone, shaved off when she was a poodle.  “Bald beaver” her ex used to call it.

The children, and the adults, were trying to stifle laughter.  (Claire was the richest, but not the most popular, person in Coesse.  It seemed everyone was accepting what had happened to her, how she was really and truly a bitch, and they were enjoying it.)  Shakily, Claire crawled over to a nearby empty chair and sat down on it.  No sooner had she done so than she stood bolt upright again.  She massaged her butt and Aunt Ginni realized what had happened.

“Oh, yes,” said Aunt Ginni.  “At the vet’s she also got shots.  They also chipped her and took her temperature.”

Nearly all the women stifled laughs and some winced in sympathy as Claire slowly lowered herself back onto the chair.  

Then, one boy in the class raised his hand.

“Yes?” said Aunt Ginni.

“How are you Georgie’s aunt?” asked the boy.

“A good question, one that I think Georgie can answer best.”

“I think you all know,” Georgie started, “my Mom and Dad were killed in a car crash about seven months ago.  My Dad traveled all over the world on business and he had just bought the bottle with Aunt Ginni in it before he came back home.  That night, he and Mom went out to celebrate his coming home when they were hit by a drunk driver.  The bottle was something I got because I was their sole heir.  I have no other family and was going to be sent to an orphanage.  I was going through what they left me, and I opened the bottle, and Ginni came out.”

“Did your dad know that she was inside the bottle?” asked one classmate.

“I don’t think so,” said Aunt Ginni.  “No one had opened the bottle for centuries before Georgie opened it.”

“Aunt Ginni and I talked a lot,” said Georgie.  ” She answered a lot of questions.  And I found out, like in that old movie Aladdin, that djinns can’t bring back the dead.

“So I wished I didn’t have to go to the orphanage and Aunt Ginni arranged for me to win the lottery so I could afford to have a guardian.  Before that could happen, though, she stayed with me and we got to like each other.  So I wished that she could be my guardian, and she was able to make documents appear proving she was my Aunt.  I miss my Mom and Dad, but Ginni loves me and cares about me as much as they did.”

A girl raised her hand.  “That’s two wishes,” she said.  “Is she the kind of genie that grants only three wishes, or can you keep granting them?”

“Only three,” said Georgie.  “And I’ve used them all.”

Claire bolted from the chair and grabbed the bottle.  “I wish that everyone in this room who laughed at me would turn into, into PIGS!”

Nothing happened.

“I wish you were all pigs!” Claire repeated, apparently not caring that her own daughter would also be a pig.

Again, nothing happened.

Georgie smiled at Claire, then addressed the classroom.  “As I just said, I used my third wish.  I wished that, after I wasn’t around anymore, Aunt Ginni would be free.  So whether anyone has the bottle or not, Aunt Ginni isn’t granting wishes anymore.  Any magic she does is of her own free will.”

“And THIS is of my own free will!” said Aunt Ginni, with a voice like the rumbling of a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Aunt Ginni looked at Claire.  An unseen force took the bottle from Claire’s hands and it floated to the djinn’s side.  Claire got up from the chair and started for the door when she felt that unreality wash over her again.  She began to shrink, to change again, returning to canine form.  But she stopped sooner than when she had changed before.  The mirror where she had learned of her “dog-dom” before was still there.  

She walked up to it.  If the strangeness of being a dog had been hard to deal with before, what she saw now was beyond her ability to cope with it.  She was a hybrid of dog and human, a sort of dog sphinx!  Her head and her breasts were unchanged.  The rest of her was poodle.  Again, the class laughed at Claire.

“Oh, I almost forgot something I wanted to do,” said Aunt Ginni, gesturing at Claire.

Claire braced herself for another change.  But she looked in the mirror and nothing was happening.

Then she felt it.  Her temperature was up, her breathing more rapid, her heart was beating hard.  She started to pant.  While she did so, she looked in the mirror and saw that her tongue was a dog’s tongue again and it was hanging long out of her mouth.

“What’s happening to me now?” asked Claire.

“You’re in heat!” said Aunt Ginni.

“What?!”

“Here, let’s not waste it!”

Another Ginni gesture and there was another dog in the room.

“Is that my neighbor’s dog?” asked one boy.  “Ramrod?”

“RAMROD!?” said Claire.  While she was speaking, the other dog, a pit bull, had circled around behind Claire.  Suddenly, he had MOUNTED Claire and began to thrust eagerly into her.  “Oh my God,” said Claire.  “Oh.  MY.  GOD!!!“

It looked like Ramrod was very happy.  Like Claire, he was panting heavily.  Claire had to admit to herself that the doggy sex felt good.  But she couldn’t help but notice that no one in the classroom was saying a word.  They were all too busy staring open-mouthed at the canine coitus.  Claire saw that went double for Beth.

Claire found she liked the sensation of her breasts jiggling under her while Ramrod was — ramming his rod into her.  And it did feel good, having that hot doggie penis sliding back and forth inside her.  She began to make soft moaning sounds, but they were getting louder.  Finally, at what the adults recognized as climax, Claire broke out into a full-volume HOWL!

The sex over, Claire laid on her side and stretched out her bitch body.  She was still panting, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth.  She had to hold her head up slightly so the tongue didn’t touch the floor.

“You are her daughter?” asked Aunt Ginni after Georgie whispered in her ear.  Beth nodded.  “Would you like to wait and see if she gets any puppies from this?”

Claire sat up at looked at her daughter, beseechingly.  To her relief, Beth grimaced.

“No!” said Beth.  “They’d be my brothers or sisters.  No!”

Claire, still panting a little heavily, got on her four feet and trotted up to Aunt Ginni.

“Please,” she said, standing before Ginni.  “First, can you send — Ramrod — back to his home?”

“You do not want seconds?” said Aunt Ginni.  Claire shook her head vigorously.  Aunt Ginni gestured and Ramrod vanished, confused, but happy to be back in his back yard.

“Now,” said Claire.  “Change me back.  Please!”

“I don’t know.  You might be an interesting entrant at a dog show.”

Claire thought about that idea with distaste.  Worse, what if the genie decided to leave Claire as she was?  She’d be a freak in the news, something that could never be the head of a billion-dollar corporation.  Then, Claire knew what she had to do to be changed back into herself.

“Please change me back,” Claire repeated.  And then, she balanced herself on her hind feet, held her forepaws limply in front of herself, and opened her mouth to let her tongue hang out.

“Begging!” laughed Aunt Ginni (along with both kids and adults in the room), clapping her hands.  “What a good dog you are!  I will be delighted to restore you to your true form!  But don’t move!”

Claire obeyed Aunt Ginni, worried that any movement would result in Claire’s returning to canine status.  Seconds later, Claire was herself again — still balancing on the balls of her feet, still letting her hands dangle at the end of her arms, still letting her tongue hang from her mouth.  She was a woman, but still begging like a dog.  She didn’t realize she was doing this until several of the people in the room, kids and adults, had taken pictures of her with their phones.

Claire regained her composure (as much as she could under the circumstances).  She stood up, shakily, and explored her body with her hands.

“Is all as you wish it to be?” asked Aunt Ginni.

“The only thing I wish now,” said Claire.  “Is to be as I originally was!”

“Granted!”

Aunt Ginni gestured at Claire again.  Before Claire could ask what was happening, she began to shrink.  Her breasts were flattening into her chest.  Her legs were losing strength and balance.  With her tongue, she could feel her teeth sinking into her gums.  Claire had a bad feeling she knew what was happening to her, one confirmed when she ran her hands over her head and felt that what hair she had was fine and soft.

Before she stopped dwindling, Claire crawled back in front of the mirror.  As she’d feared, what looked back at her was the very young (newborn?) Claire Garner.  And this baby was aware of one thing in particular.  Her stomach was empty!

Everyone had to cover her ears when Baby Claire began to wail.  

“Is she that upset about being a baby?” asked one girl.

“I don’t think that’s it,” said Aunt Ginni.  She asked Beth “Do you know how long it’s been since she’s eaten?”

“Probably not since breakfast,” said Beth.  “She usually skips lunch.”

“That just isn’t healthy for a baby.”  Aunt Ginny held up an open hand, and a full baby bottle materialized in it.  “Would you like to feed your mother?”

“Sure,” said Beth laughing.  “But first, could you put an outfit on her?  A pink and white baby dress, a cute little bonnet, booties, and, oh, yes!  A diaper!”

Aunt Ginni laughed and waved.  Beth, now holding her infant mother and the baby bottle, walked to the front of the mirror.  In a reverse strip tease, the diaper, booties, dress, and bonnet appeared on Baby Claire.  Beth gave out a soft “Awwww!” and turned so everyone could see the baby.  All the females in the room (and some of the boys) repeated Beth’s “Awwww!” as Beth sat down and put the nipple of the bottle in her mother’s mouth.  Beth did reflect for a moment on the weirdness of bottle feeding her own mother.  But she knew the natural way babies are fed and decided this was better than feeding her mother THAT way!

“Aunt Ginni,” said Georgie.  “Schools’ almost over for the day.”

Aunt Ginni looked at the clock and nodded her head.  “It was nice meeting all of you.  In case you’re wondering, part of you will remember what you’ve seen here today, but you will not be able to speak of it with anyone outside of this room.  Nor can you record it in anyway.  I’ve enjoyed being myself in this class for all of you today, and especially for Georgie.”

“What about Mom?” asked Beth.  

“After she finishes her bottle, after you have returned to the inside of your home, she will regain her true age.  And SHE, more than anyone else, will remember what happened in this classroom.  Because, as with any classroom, she has been taught a lesson.”

The school bell rang and everyone began to file out of the classroom.  It was Friday and everyone was ready start the weekend.  Soon, only Georgie, Aunt Ginni, and Mrs. Frederickson were left in the room.

“I have to tell you,” said Mrs. Frederickson to Georgie and Aunt Ginni.  “I wish you could do to me some of what you did to Claire Garner when you turned her into a  baby.”

“I can,” said Aunt Ginni with a smile.

“Oh, no!  Thank you, but no!  I’d never be able to explain the change to everyone!”

A half-smile appeared on Aunt Ginni’s face.  She held up a hand and a card appeared.  

“This is where Georgie and I live.  If you can, come over about 6:30 tonight.”

“All right,” said Mrs. Frederickson, curiously.

More quickly than it seemed, 6:30 arrived.  There was a knock at the door and Georgie answered.  As he expected, Mrs. Frederickson was standing there.  “Come in,” said Georgie.

Georgie led Mrs. Frederickson into the dining room.  The table was set with a lush meal.  There was roasted pheasant, yams, crackers with caviar, and a  very rich-looking creme pie.

“Oh, thank you,” said Mrs. Frederickson.  “But I’ve been a diabetic for 10 years now.  I can’t eat the pie!”

“You’ll be able to eat it,” said Aunt Ginni.  “Come here into the hallway, in front of the mirror.”

Anita Jordan Frederickson was in her very early 60s, not far from retirement.  She had an idea of what Aunt Ginni was going to do, but couldn’t believe it would happen.  Aunt Ginni made another gesture at Mrs. Frederickson, who saw in amazement what was happening in the mirror.

Mrs. Frederickson’s face lost its jowls.  They pulled into her face like the greatest facelift the world had ever seen.  The lines on her forehead disappeared. The slight cloudiness over her eyes went away and those eyes were now in sharp focus and her beautiful violet irises were  back.  (Friends used to tell her that her eyes were like Elizabeth Taylor’s.)  As she took off her glasses, her hair went from grey to black, and it regained its long, lucious body.

Then, she noticed the changes going on under her dress.  What she knew to be large blobs of fat were going away, folding in on themselves.  Her legs were “skinny-ing up.”  She laughed at the sight of how her now far-too-big “granny pants” and support hose were sliding down to her ankles.  

Georgie laughed, too, and then covered his mouth, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Georgie,” said Mrs. Frederickson.  “I’m glad to see that happen!”

She stepped out of her practical, sensible shoes and her stockings and stood barefoot in front of the mirror.  She turned to her side, grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it around to her back to see her newer, younger figure.  She gasped in delight.  Then she pulled the dress away from herself and peeked down the front.  She nearly cried to see the two pert, not too small, not too big breasts inside her now WAY too big bra!

Mrs. Frederickson looked at Aunt Ginni and could barely mouth the words “Thank you.”

“We’re not through,” said Aunt Jinni.  “Here’s the next step.”  Another gesture and Mrs. Frederickson’s clothing began to change.  Her dress turned into a tight, sexy, black number with a skirt almost too short and a neckline almost too long.  Her support hose slid back up her legs, but then tightened and turned black.  Mrs. Frederickson gasped to realize they were no longer even pantyhose but black nylons — held up by a garter belt?!  Finally, her sensible shoes turned into a sexy but still somewhat modest pair of high heels.

“I’m beautiful,” she whispered to herself.  “Thank you.  If only there were someone here to be beautiful for!”

“Oh, but there is!” said Aunt Ginni.  She glanced at Georgie who nodded — consent?  Then, she walked up to Mrs. Frederickson and kissed her full on the mouth while Aunt Ginni’s hand grabbed the teachers left butt-cheek.  Mrs. Frederickson pushed herself away, not too hard, and looked into Aunt Ginni’s eyes.  “I saw how you looked at me in class today.  I’ve had many masters — and mistresses! — such as you over the years, and I know that look.  And I’m more than pleased to indulge you in your feelings, if you wish.”

Mrs. Frederickson began to full-out bawl!  “You don’t know what that means to me!” she said to both Aunt Ginni and Georgie.  “I’ve had these feelings all my life!  But in my day, when I started teaching — I didn’t dare show them!  Bret, my late husband, knew and understood.  I pleased him as best I could, and we did love each other.  But we could both tell, it just wasn’t — right.

“But there are still people in this community who won’t understand or accept me.  And, again, how do I explain these changes?”

“We shall talk about that over dinner,” said Aunt Ginni.  “Come.”

Before they could sit down, there was another knock at the door.  Aunt Ginni opened it and there was …

“Beth!” said Aunt Ginni.  “What a nice surprise!”

“I invited her for dinner,” said Georgie.  “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!  But what about your mother?”

“She changed back like you said,” said Beth.  “When it happened, she was still sucking on the baby bottle, and she  burst out of her baby clothes.  She then went straight to the bottles in our liquor cabinet and did her darnedest to drink the memory of today away.  Then she crawled into bed to sleep it off.  So I snuck over here.”

“Well, come in!  It was nice of you to invite her, Georgie.  And, Beth, you know Anita — Mrs. Frederickson.”

For what felt like too many times in one day, Beth’s mouth dropped open.  And then she smiled.  “This is right,” she said.  

During the seven-course meal, Aunt Ginni and Georgie explained the plan.  Mrs. Frederickson — or Anita, as Aunt Ginni started calling her, at Mrs. Frederickson’s request — was Georgie’s favorite teacher EVER!  She told Anita that she could be Georgie’s special, live-in tutor in all subjects.  She wouldn’t have to explain her sudden youth to anyone, and Aunt Ginni promised her a more-than satisfactory salary.

“Oh, me too!” said Beth.  “Mrs. Frederickson is my favorite teacher, too!”

“I don’t see why not,” said Aunt Ginni.  “As long as your mother approves.”

“After today, I can’t see Mom going against you in anything!”

They finished the meal while talking eagerly about the new arrangement.  It didn’t surprise Mrs. Frederickson or Beth when all the dinnerware vanished from table.  There were many  clankings heard in the cupboards.  Beth looked inside when the noise abated, and found all the dishes where they belonged and all completely cleaned.  

“Now, at this time, Georgie likes to play games,” said Aunt Ginni.  “What would you like to play tonight, Georgie?”

“We’ ve never played harem with anyone besides ourselves,” said Georgie.  “Could we do that?”

Aunt Ginni looked a little concerned.  “That depends on Beth and Anita, on if they want to play harem.”

“What’s harem?” asked Beth.

Aunt Ginni led them all down a hallway to a door.  Inside was a bar, with a long narrow floor down the middle, and a silver-plastic pole at the end.

“Is this a strip club?!” said Mrs. Frederickson in dismay.

“It is,” said Aunt Ginni.  “But you and Beth don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“But couldn’t you make us want to do something?” asked Beth.

“The human heart, feelings, are one thing I have no control over.  I could make you do something like a puppet, but that would be rape.  I will not do that and, after I explained things to Georgie, he doesn’t me to do it!”

“But then, what are we here for?” asked Mrs. Frederickson.

“As we explained earlier, I am Georgie’s guardian, and he calls me ‘Aunt.’  But I am not really his relation, and I use our TRUE relationship to play special games with him.  Games that come with VERY valuable lessons.

“Before I begin, would you like something to drink?”

“A screwdriver,” said Mrs. Frederickson.  “Double vodka?”

“Done!” said Aunt Ginni, laughing as the drink materialized.  “Beth?”

“I got to visit a sports bar that let kids and adults insde.  They gave me a drink they called a Shirley Temple.  I’d like that.”

When Beth had her drink, and Georgie had his usual (a Virgin Mary), Aunt Ginni climbed onto the runway.  “What shall it be tonight, Georgie?”  she asked.  “Captain Genie?  The dog-walker?”

“Just ‘The Stripper’ tonight,” said Georgie before sipping his drink.  Mrs. Frederickson noticed Georgie’s glass, nearly empty, refilled itself.

“We saw ‘Thor — Ragnarok’ a while ago.  That gave us that idea.  Your drinks will do it, too!”

The brass opening of “The Stripper” began.  The music  brought back memories for Anita.  One of her introductions to being a lesbian was at her sorority in college.  She was with Queenie in their dorm room.  They were both pretty well blitzed.  Queenie had her record player, and she dug her 45 of “The Stripper” out and put it on.  Loud enough for them to hear, but not so loud that it could be heard outside the room, Queenie began dancing to the record, slowly taking off all of her clothes.  Queenie had set the record player to repeat, and, when it did, it was Anita’s turn to strip.  They were both nude and  began exploring each other’s bodies, all the orifices, the cracks, the erogenous zones.  When “The Stripper” began for the fourth time, Queenie reached over to the outlet and unplugged the record player with her toes.

When they woke up the next morning, they were in each other’s arms.  Queenie’s eyes went wide and she pushed away from Anita.  They never spoke of what happened again.  But Anita never forgot it.

She came back to the present and found Ginni (Anita could no longer think of her as anyone’s “Aunt”)  bent over her, swinging her breasts back and forth near Anita’s face.  Anita stood up and Ginni stood relatively still while Anita leaned over and kissed — and lightly bit — Ginni’s right nipple.

“Can you put me in an outfit like yours?” Anita asked Ginni.  Immediately, Anita was in the same outfit as Ginni was wearing.  Anita looked down at herself and said “Let’s just go with a g-string and tassels.”  Anita was then wearing the most revealing outfit she’d ever had on.

But it wasn’t the first time Anita had worn tassels.  She had gotten a set to entertain Bret a few times.  (And once, to entertain a widow who lived next door.)  It had been a long time.  But Anita was young again!  She began to twirl the tassels in opposite directions.)

“That is something I’ve NEVER been able to do!” said Ginni.

“I am a teacher,” said Anita, suggestively.

Georgie was watching Ginni and Anita intensely.  But then he realized Beth hadn’t said anything for several minutes.  He looked at her and saw that she was looking sadly at the floor.

“Beth?” he said.  “Are you okay?  If this is bothering you, I’ll have them stop.”

Beth shook her head.  “It isn’t that!  It’s just that I feel a little — outclassed, I think is the word.  They’re grown up, they’ve got their  boobs and everything!  I don’t!”

That’s when Beth began to grow.  Unlike when Mrs. Garner and Mrs. Frederickson changed, Beth’s clothes changed with her.  As she grew, eventually stopping at, she figured, age 21, and her body changed, her clothes lengthened to fit her.  Her shoes enlarged, a bra appeared under her dress to fit her new breasts, and her legs were long and shapely.  She climbed on top of the runway to better see herself in the mirrors that surrounded the room.

“I’m pretty,” she whispered.   She turned around to look at herself at all angles.  Finally, she said “I wish I were wearing a stripper’s outfit, too!”

Beth’s clothes turned into a bikini bottom with purple sequins.  Instead of a bikini top or even tassels, Beth was topless.  She fondled her new breasts, cupping them, tweaking the nipples.  The breasts were big enough that she could lift the nipples to her mouth and suck on them.

“Hey, Georgie!” she said.  “What do you think?!”

To everyone’s surprise, now Georgie seemed downcast.  “I liked it better when you were your real age,” said Georgie.  “So we could grow up together.”

Beth looked down at herself.  “You’re right.  Aunt Ginni, please make me my right age again.”

“I have a better idea,” said Aunt Ginni.  Georgie looked up, suddenly excited.  He loved Aunt Ginni’s better ideas.  She gestured, and Beth began to shrink.  But so did Aunt Ginni and Mrs. Frederickson.  This time, their clothes shrank with them.  Soon, all three were fourth-grade age — in stripper outfits!

“What’s the big idea?” asked Anita.

“You’re pretty!  You’re all so pretty!” said Georgie.  At that, Anita began to grin, and the other two girls did the same.

“C’mon, girls!” said Beth.  “Let’s finish this strip tease.”

All three of them began to gyrate and remove what was left of their clothes.  Aunt Ginni made the tassels vanish.  Soon, the three little girls were completely naked.  

“Oh, you LIKED that, didn’t you Georgie?” asked Aunt Ginni.  She and the other two noticed that Georgie was apparently having the hard-on of his life so far.  “Georgie, would you like to be naked, too?”

Georgie nodded, and, instantly, he was also completely nude.

Mrs. Frederickson had a funny smile on her face.  “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, Georgie,” Mrs. Frederickson asked.  “It’s just — I know you’re hard as a rock right now, but — you’re just so LITTLE!  It’s cute!”

Georgie flushed with embarrassment and a little anger.  Then, his face lit up.

“Do you want me to make you bigger, Georgie?” asked Aunt Ginni.

“No,” said Georgie.  “I wish that all three of you were little!”

Aunt Ginni, Mrs. Frederickson, and Beth all began to shrink.  Georgie watched them carefully and, when they reached about eight inches tall, he said “That’s enough!”

“Georgie, this is scary!”

“Aunt Ginni, I wish that nothing could hurt any of you while you’re little!”

The little girls suddenly felt something happen and they knew they were now invulnerable.  Georgie climbed over the bar and up to the runway, where he got on his knees to dangle “boyhood” near the ladies.  “Now am I big enough, Mrs. Frederickson?” Georgie asked.

Before Anita could answer, Beth ran toward Georgie and jumped up.  She wrapped her arms around his dick, hugging his dick.  Out of instinct, she spoke:  “It’s so big!  So warm!  So HARD!!!  It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt!”

“Georgie, lay on your back on the runway,” said Aunt Ginni.  Georgie did as Aunt Ginni suggested.  Then Ginni and Anita climbed over Georgie’s thighs, over his balls (which were still hairless at this time), and to his penis.  Beth was still straddling it with her legs, rocking her upper body back and forth.  With help from Anita, Aunt Ginni began to raise Georgie’s penis erect, though it wasn’t long before Georgie was able to do that on his own.  Each of the three tiny, prepubescent females massaged Georgie’s dick on every side.  They marveled at how it got taller, thicker, harder.

“This thing’s gonna blow any second!” said Mrs. Frederickson with a grin.  As Aunt Ginni was massaging her “nephew,” she was also rubbing her clit.  She had found her G-spot.  Beth and Anita saw what she was doing and followed her lead.  Aunt Ginni decided to use her magic to synchronize everyone.

Suddenly, Georgie’s dick erupted.  Torrents of white, viscous liquid were ejaculated in big, wonderful, geysers!  At the same time, ecstasy exploded inside the little girls.  Aunt Ginni noticed that Beth was going to lick at some of the cum on her hand.  Ginni made a quick gesture to improve the taste. “Oh, it’s so warm!” Beth cried.  “It tastes like vanilla!”

Anita looked at Beth, and then at Ginni, who was smiling sheepishly.  Anita licked the cum, and smiled.  She gave Ginni a thumbs up.

That was the first of many weekends that Georgie and the three women had together.  Sometime, the women were little girls.  Sometimes, they were ponies or horses.  (They REALLY liked what a stud Georgie was during those sessions!)  Sometimes, they had other women join them.  (Every now and then, Georgie would let himself be turned female to see what the experience was like.)

And, yes, even Beth’s mother joined them, learning to like the experience.

And they all lived happily ever after.  And many times at that.

This post is about a single Sunday comic strip that ran in newspapers on May 31, 1964.

I’m not sure when I started reading Li’l Abner. I remember that my mother liked it very much. I did, too, but, sometimes, it could freak me out greatly. And the Sunday strip I’m writing about did that VERY well.

While I’m heavily into transformation, I do recognize that it has a dark side to it. Many of DC ‘s horror titles had stories where a person is transformed, usually as some sort of punishment, and then killed after being transformed. I remember all too well when an evil seaman was turned into a crab and then killed. What I remember most is that his arm had a tattoo what was still visible on his claw after he changed.

In this strip’s storyline, the main character was Nightmare Alice, a witch who lived in or near Abner’s home of Dogpatch. She had magic powers which she could use as her whims and stories required.

The May 31, 1964 installment of Li’l Abner was the concluding strip for a storyline that had run for, roughly, four weeks. In it, Nightmare Alice is discovered by a television producer, Alfred Witchdoc. The name was an obvious parody of Alfred Hitchcock, but the show the strip’s storyline was inspired by was probably ABC’s The Outer Limits, which had a “bear” (a monster) in most episodes of its first season.

The plot of the storyline was that Witchdoc pretended to love Nightmare Alice (whom he, like most people, found to be hideous) to trick her into creating monsters for his TV show. This led the show to be a big hit. But, by the end of the next-to-last strip in the story, Alice had to leave to go shopping and she creates a double of herself to welcome Witchdoc and be with him while she’s out. But Witchdoc is in an accident that seriously injures him.

This last strip begins with the secretary picking up “the monster,” following Witchdoc’s orders given by him before his accident. Nightmare Alice, of course, upon learning of Witchdoc’s accident, hops on her broom to fly to the hospital to be with him.

But, when she arrives, she encounters a nurse who is probably under strict orders to let NO ONE into Witchdoc’s room. But Alice simply changes the nurse.

This was the first point where the story disturbed me. There was nothing to indicate later on that Nightmare Alice changed the nurse back. And a hospital and its sterile environment would probably NOT be a place where an insect could survive for very long. But we just don’t know. We don’t see what happened to the nurse after her transformation. Of course, a comic strip, even a Sunday one, wouldn’t have space to answer those questions. And Abner‘s cartoonist/writer, Al Capp probably didn’t care.

Anyway, having arrived at the hospital and overcome the obstacle of the nurse, Nightmare Alice decides to relax by watcing television. Of course, she watches her boyfriend’s show, where the most hideous monster yet turns out to be her!

Nightmare Alice leaves, but not before she “fixes” Witchdoc. Now, I, and probably a lot of kids who read the comic, recognized what Witchdoc had been turned into a little (baby?) stegosaurus. And instead of finding it disgusting, I/we would’ve called a museum to come and fetch a living fossil, not thrown it out the window.

But the ideas spawned in this comic strip have stayed with me to this day. The poor nurse went into work at the hospital, not knowing that she would end her shift as a purple bug. Personally, I like to think that Nightmare Alice, as she was leaving, took pity on the nurse and returned her to her human form. (The two question marks by the bug after the transformation always indicated to me that the bug had enough of its human mind to be aware what had happened, and she might’ve been thinking something like “Mommy? Daddy? HELP!”)

As for Witchdoc, recovering from an accident, only to find himself transformed and thrown out a window to its probable death — that’s bothered me to this day.

I know, I’m probably WAY over-thinking the situation, but I can’t help it. That’s how my mind works. But if anyone else has thoughts on this, or even alternate outcomes to the fates of the transformed, please share them.

I’ve had this written for some time, but was waiting to be able to afford art for it, something that was taking a LONG time. Finally, a friend, as a birthday present, paid Lady Kraken (who has a DeviantART page here https://www.deviantart.com/ladykraken and is on Patreon here https://www.patreon.com/ladykraken and she does wonderful work) to do art for this story. Be warned, this is a DARK story. And, please, forgive this poor author’s attempt at an accent in the story.

As she took her seat next to her friends, Loretta felt the excitement building inside her.   Her parents would not approve, she knew.  But here she was, seated in the basement of a pub, barely lit by candles.  The place smelled of sawdust, stale beer, and — was that mold?  She grasped the hand of Fred, seated next to her.  She glanced at Frieda and Rupert on the other side of him.  Elsewhere in the basement were others, some respectable, some not so much.  But then, no respectable person should be here.  That’s what made it such fun.

A girl walked out in front of the stage.  She was gaunt, might have been pretty once.  She was dressed in what looked like a maid’s uniform, someplace upstairs in a household, Loretta guessed.  The outfit was clean, though threadbare in places.  It was still presentable, if faded.  Loretta began think of her as a maid.  She had some freckles on her face.  She carried herself with dignity.  But she was sad.  Unbearably, heart-breakingly sad.

“Thank ye, everyone, fer coming,” she began, speaking with an accent.  “I call meself Niobe.”

“Niobe?” said Loretta.  “Like the woman in Greek Mythology?”

“Aye.  I went by another name in th’ household where I worked, a household th’ name o’ which ye would recognize.  It is a name I no longer use to spare th’ reputation o’ the family I worked for. 

“I was maid t’ th’ youngest daughter o’ the house, a position I filled wi’ pride.  This daughter, Maisie, loved me ‘n’ I her.  The lady o’ the house was devoted to her elder daughter, Lily.  The lady trusted me t’ focus on Maisie, which I was glad t’ do.

“Not long ago, the lord o’ the house passed away.  T’ the dismay o’ us all, he left behind debts, sizable debts.  Many o’ th’ family’s possessions were taken away.  Others in service t’ th’ family left fer payin’ positions. I stayed on out o’ love for me charge ‘n’ loyalty t’ th’ family.  But it got t’ where th’ home itself were in danger o’ bein’ taken from us, unless a source o’ money could be found.

“That was when Lily began t’ attract Alexander — not his real name. Alexander’s mother were great friends wit’ milady, ’n’ they had been so since their own childhoods.  When milady married, Lily ’n’ Alexander grew to be close.  Alexander was goin’ t’ visit wit’ his mother toward arrangin’ a match.  Th’ mother, Francine, knew o’ milady’s situation, but she approved o’ the match.  There was only th’ visit t’ formalize everythin’. 

“But first, we had t’ prepare th’ house fer th’ visit.  Milady, Lily, Maisie, ’n’ meself did all we could.  Everythin’ was dusted, windows were washed, floors, even stairs were swept.  Maisie even helped me clean th’ chimney ‘n’ make sure it was in workin’ order.  Maisie ‘n’ I laughed when we looked in th’ mirror t’ see our faces covered in soot.  The visit was just days away ‘n’ we inspected th’ house from top t’ bottom.

“It was when I entered th’ pantry that I screamed.

“There, on the pantry shelves, counters, ’n’ floor, were rats.  Big, fat, black rats.  I grabbed a broom ’n’ swatted at ’em, but that only made ’em scatter int’ hiding.  We’d seen at least a half-dozen ‘n’ knew there had t’ be more!

“The only thing fer it was t’ call the rat-catcher.  But how t’ pay him, t’was the thing.  The rat-catcher for our neighborhood was Guiseppe.  We knew his fee, but, after pooling our money together, e’en wi’ mine, we still were short o’ the required amount.  We called Guiseppe, ne’er th’ less.  He came and stayed in th’ house fer two days, usin’ traps, his little dog Snatcher, ‘n’ hisself.  By the end o’ that time, he assured us th’ rats were gone.

“Milady had put t’gether a purse tha’ she hoped would be equal in weight t’ what was owed Guiseppe.  At th’ bottom, she put a note explaining th’ circumstances ‘n’ promisin’ an additional sum, double his normal pay, after th’ wedding.

“Uneasy t’was I a’ this subt’r’fuge, ‘n’ I let milady know it.  Guiseppe would want ‘is pay now, I said.  But milady went t’rough wit’ th’ lie.  She placed all hope on th’ weddin’.

“Milady handed Guiseppe the purse, ‘n’ he held it in his hand.  I knew he was weighin’ it.

“‘Signora,” he said softly to milady. “You know, don’t you, not to cheat the rat-catcher?’

“‘I promise,’ she lied, ‘Tis all there.’

“He made a smile that chilled my soul, bowed, and left.

“Alexander ‘n’ his mother came later that day.  Not long before they arrived, a package was delivered, a box o’ choc’lates fer Miz Lily, undoubt’ly from Alexander.  She smiled at th’ thought, but set th’ chocolates aside.  She were deat’ly allergic t’ chocolate, somethin’ she’d have t’ explain t’ Alexander later.  We had tea, with th’ best cakes I could make could make under th’ conditions.  Masterpieces, they were, if I say so meself.  I served ‘em, they loved ‘em, especially Maisie.  I had dressed ‘er so pretty, ’n’ she sat in ‘er chair like a goo’ girl, and keepin’ so quiet.  She clapped, as did all o’ us, when Alexander took t’ his knee to offer Lily a ring fer her hand in marriage.  Afterward, all o’ us left so Lily ’n’ Alexander could be by themselve fer a few minutes.

“I cleared th’ dishes ’n’ took ‘em in t’ wash ‘em.  Milady ’n’ Francine talked about plans fer th’ nuptuals, when, suddenly, there was a piercing scream o’ ‘‘Mother!’  I knew right away t’were Maisie.  I ran t’ th’ pantry, gettin’ there th’ same time as everyone else, followin’ th’ cry.  There on th’ floor, all spilt out from the box, were th’ chocolates.

“‘Those are the chocolates you sent me!’ says Lily.’

‘I sent you no chocolates,’ said Alexander.

“‘Guiseppe — th’ ratcatcher,’ says I.

“’N’ there, next t’ th’ box o’ spilt chocolates — was THIS!”

Niobe went behind a curtain at the back of the stage. She came back out, holding a long chain of thick links, using it to lead a bizarre, terrible beast. On the other end of the chain was something the size of a young girl.  It was clothed like a girl, though in a dress that was filthy, soiled with dirt, a little blood, and — the audience preferred not to guess.

The back half of the creature was made up of, not legs, not human legs, but haunches.  A skirt covered them, but poorly, and, out from under the skirt, was a long, ropey tail that curled out from behind and ended in a point by the pitiful creature’s side.  Near it were— hands?  Paws?  They were covered in fur with long, unkempt nails at the end of the finger-toes.

Most awful to look at was the head.  The hair was tousled, almost looking like the nest of some foul creature of the shadows.  The cheekbones were pronounced, moreso beside the all-too-still-human nose.  A pair of sharp incisors protruded beneath and above the lips.

The eyes were haunting.  They had sunken into the sockets, which created a hooded effect that made them seem luminous, but with an intimidating red glow. 

At first terrified, but unable to look away, Loretta stood up, as if to get near the cage.  She was startled back into her seat when the rat-girl lurched forward and hissed at her.

“Don’ approach her!” said Niobe.  “She has turned mean t’wards all save meself.  Her mother — th’ mother who ignored her, was going to love her fully one day after the older daughter was wed ’n’ saved th’ fam’ly — t’is b’cause o’ the mother that Maisie — is now this!

“Th’ engagement was canceled.  No one wants t’ add — Maisie — to their family.  Milady was found th’ next day, hangin’ from th’ bedframe, too ashamed at what her mach’ nations had done t’ Maisie.  Lily fled t’ country, ’n’ is tryin’ to make a life fer herself overseas.  Fer meself, I would not abandon my Maisie, not leave her by herself.  We still love each other and do what we can to support each other.with her.”

“But, can Maisie not be changed back? Is there anything we can do for her?” asked Loretta.

“There is a tin when you exit where you can leave money, if you wish.  But, no, Maisie cannot be what she was again.  The power contained in the chocolates was meant fer Lily, an adult, not a child.. It cannot be undone.  I should put Maisie out o’ her misery, I know, but — she is still me love, me girl, ‘n’ — I can’t do it!”

After studying Maisie as closely as they dared for long minutes, the audience stood and prepared to leave, all of them taking out money to leave behind.

“And, remember this,” said Niobe. “Take this lesson with you as you leave here tonight ‘n’ take it t’ yer graves —

“Never Cheat the Rat-Catcher!!!”

I’ve had this idea for over FIVE DECADES now. I can’t say why it came to me. There was a woman who was the star of a sitcom back then. I later saw her in a made-for-TV-movie in q teddy, the first time I can recall seeing a teddy. And, for some reason, I pictured the transformation the woman in this story undergoes. (It’s been pointed out to me that it’s similar to what happened to Sarah Jessica Parker’s character in Mars Attacks! But that was done by alien surgery while this is definitely magic. And, as I said, I first had this idea over 50 YEARS ago, long before Mars Attacks! ) All I’ll say is I hope people who visit this blogs find it worth reading. And the art, once again, is by the wonderful Lady Kraken.

She didn’t sleep at all that night.  But that wasn’t so surprising.  After all, it was the first night after THE CHANGE.  She had no idea how the change happened.  Or why the change happened.

She’d been preparing for the night for weeks.  She had been exercising, getting every bit of unwanted fat off of her body.  Her legs, she thought, were fantastic!  Her breasts were perkier than they’d been in years.  This was going to be her first sex since Charlie had been killed by that damned drunk driver.  And, OOOOH, did she want Steve.  She’d found out what he liked, and she’d gotten everything.  A garter belt, unbelievably sexy nylons.  The most delicate perfume she could buy, but just a couple of dabs behind her ears.  Then, she slinked into the room where he was waiting, as anticipatory as she was, she knew.

And then — THE CHANGE. 

It happened so quickly.  Had there been an actual “poof?”  All she knew for sure was that things were so different!  It took several minutes for her to realize just what had happened to her.  The first difference she noticed, and how could she not, was that everything around her was suddenly higher.  Counters, chairs, the bed, nightstands.  Had they all grown?

Then, Steve began to chuckle.  Shirl turned to look at him.  And it took a little longer for her to do THAT!  Her legs and arms weren’t moving in the way she was accustomed to.  Her feet were different.  Her hands were strange.  She managed to look at them and was dismayed (and was ever a word insufficient to describe what she was feeling then) to find that she no longer HAD hands.  In their place were PAWS!  That’s when she decided to look herself over.  She looked over her shoulder and found that her butt, the bottom she’d worked so hard to make shapely and firm, was gone!  Instead was something muscular and covered by — hair?  Fur, brown fur?  And, in the middle of what she realized was now her bottom was something long and pointed!  It had been movcing fro side to side, but that stopped when she realized what it was.

“Wondering about yourself, Shirl?” asked Steve.  He got off the bed, stood up, towering over her.  He reached down, grabbed her by her mid-section, and picked her up.  He set her down on top of the dresser, right by a mirror that gave her a good view of what she had become.  She felt like screaming, letting the world know about the indignity of her new body.  But, instead, a long, high-pitched WHINE escaped from her nose.  A whine that matched her shape perfectly.  The whine of a  dachshund, which was what her body was now.  Her head was the same as it had been moments before, maybe a little smaller, proportionate to her body.  But that body had gone from that of a sexy woman, a woman all set to get it on with a man, to the elongated, short-legged body of a dachshund.

She instantly flashed in her mind on a movie from (that long ago, already?!) 25 years ago, Mars Attacks!  In it, a woman, the one from Sex in the City, had her head grafted onto the body of a chihuahua.  She had laughed at seeing it. at how it looked.  But she wasn’t laughing at this, and had a feeling she looked even more ridiculous as a dachshund, a — a weiner dog woman!

“How did this happen?” she cried.

“I have some theories.  I don’t share this with many people, but I guess you deserve to know.  My ex is a witch.  A real, live, spell-casting witch.  When we broke up, she accepted things fine.  But she had family members who did not.  And they’d be determined to see to it that any future partners wouldn’t get too far with me.  So, when they realized what we were getting ready to do, they may have decided to make sure I wouldn’t want to do it with you.  And, so, they did — THIS to you!”

As he was talking, a grin appeared on his face, accompanied by another chuckle.

“Steve!  You’re laughing at me?!  How could you?”

“I’m sorry, Shirl.  I’ve been looking forward to tonight as much as you have.  But to see your body go from that sexy sight to this, well, silly shape, it’s kind of funny.  I feel sorry for you, but, well, I can’t help but chuckle!”

And he did laugh at her.   And the situation was so hurtful to her that Shirl wanted to growl and bare her teeth and bite what she probably would’ve had in her mouth before she changed anyway.  But, if she changed back, that would’ve burned a bridge she wasn’t willing to burn just yet.  And, suppose it had happened to Steve.   Could she honestly say she wouldn’t have laughed?    

“Steve,” she said.  “Could you reach into my purse and bring me my phone?  I want to call Laurie.”

“Your daughter?”

“Yes.  Let’s face it, nothing is going to happen now.  You don’t want sex with me, I’m sure.”

“What about you?”

“I’m still horny, but in a wilder way.  I’m in heat, I guess.  And for that reason, I don’t want to go outside on my own.  I may be giving off a scent that would attract any male dog in the area!  It might solve being horny, but I don’t want to take a chance on any results.  You can keep the room, get drunk on the champagne, stream XXX movies, whatever you like.  You can even phone for a hooker if you want to.”

“No.  I wanted to be with you.  But you’re right, not like this.  If nothing else, I’d hurt you.

“I’ll call Laurie, and then my ex to see if she can get this fixed.”

Steve took Shirl’s cell phone and called Laurie’s number.  He had to hold the phone so Shirl could use it.  Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  Steve opened it and there was Laurie

“What’s going on?” she asked.  “Mom wouldn’t say over the — “

Then, she saw her mother, who Steve had put on the bed.  Laurie also had an urge to laugh, but suppressed it, which wasn’t hard to do when she saw Shirl’s expression.

“Oh, Mom!” said Laurie.  “What happened?  How are you feeling?”

“I’m a damned wiener dog!”  said Shirl.  “I’m in heat, and I look ridiculous!  And, right now, I just want to go home  I’ll explain everything in the car.”

And so, Shirl wasn’t sleeping that night.  Her youngest, Evan, had the expected reaction when he saw his mother.  But, later, he knocked on the door and came into the room.

“Mom?” he said.  “I can’t sleep.”

“Neither can I, baby,” said Shirl.  “This is strange for both of us, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.  Can I get in bed with you?”

Shirl gave her consent and Evan got in the bed next to her, gently hugging her.  And, something about the arrangement, the proximity of the two to each other, the scent, something, had them both sleeping in fifteen minutes.

The next day was busy.  Everyone agreed that Shirl should see a doctor AND a veterinarian.  Luckily, Shirl knew two women who were each in one of those professions.  Even better, their practices, though in separate offices, were in the same building.  It was decided to bring Shirl in inside a pet carrier.  And, for that reason, they’d all meet at the office of Francine, the vet. 

Things were still awkward for Shirl.  She was taken into Francines business with a towel covering the front of the carrier.  

“Does he have something catching?  Or unusual?” asked another woman in the waiting room.

“Unusual,” said Laurie, who had brought her mother in.  (Evan was with them.)  “And it’s a she.”

“Is it a kitty or a doggy?” asked the little girl who was with the woman who asked the question.  

“Um, let’s say a doggy.”

“What’ve you got in there, a wolf cub?” asked a man holding a german shepherd on a leash.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“She’s not catching, is she?”

“No.  In fact, we’re probably going to get her a few shots.”

Before the man could ask why Laurie didn’t know if her dog should get shots or not, the shepherd had gone up to the carrier, sniffed the front, made a small “Woof!” and then pulled the towel off of it.  This made the shepherd look inside quizzically, then back up with a muted “woof!”

Everyone in the office looked at her.  Finally, the little girl said “Mommy?  Is that a lady in there?”

“I’m — I’m not sure, baby.  I don’t know what it is!”

“I do,” said the shepherd’s owner.  “It’s a humanimal.  There are less than a dozen cases around the world every year.  This is the first on I’ve seen up close!”

Shirl could think of nothing to say.  No one could.  But the shepherd’s owner whipped out his phone and took a picture of Shirlf.  To his satisfaction, he got a good image of her face with the dog body behind it.

“Hey!” said Evan.  “That’s my Mom!”

“And it’s a lot of hits for me on my webpage,” said the man.

Evan was getting mad, but a woman came out and told Shirl to come on back.

“You weren’t kidding!” said Magnolia, the general practitioner, in her light Southern accent.   “I’m not sure I’ve ever even heard of anything like this before.”

“I have,” said Francine, the animal doctor.  “It doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen.  You know there are a few magijc users, and very skilled ones at that.  You remember the story of the ostrich woman about 20 years ago?”

“I was a little girl then, only about eleven.  I thought it was something my aunt made up.  But it was real?”

“Very much so.  That lady’s in a combination zoo and asylum now.”

“I hope I don’t end up like that,” said Shirl.

“Any odd effects you can think of, Shirl?”

“The thing I’ve noticed most is an awareness that, instead of breasts, I have teats, I guess you’d say.  Six of them!  After I first changed, I was inclined to crouch down and hide them from everyone.  But I’m used to the diffrence now.” 

The examinations were thorough and not in any way routine.  Shirl’s temperature was taken both orally and anally.  She was given shots for rabies, distemper, and other canine diseases as a precaution.   There was nothing approved to kill the canine sex drive, and Magnolia didn’t want to try any human such drugs.  There were reservations about their uses as it was, and no way of knowing if they’d be safe for a dog to take.  All Magnolia and Francine could suggest was for Shirl to stay inside if she found herself in heat.

While her temperature was being taken, Shirl’s tongue slid out of her mouth. It slid all around her face, while Laurie watched in amazement and dismay.

“I’ve heard of this,” said Francine. “Seen it plenty of times. But it’s theorized that dogs will lick over their faces in times of stress. Probably, having your temperature taken like — that — would count.”

As they went to check out, Shirl knew she had no bill.  She’d agreed both doctors could write up the case, which would probably get them considerable acclaim and money.  And, outside, the man with the German shepherd had gone.  There were new patients there and all of them, both human and animal, gave Shirlf more than enough attention.

Francine had a slip for Shirl to take with her to prove she’d had all of her shots.  She also gave Shirl a dog tag and a collar, one long enough to fit around Shirl’s neck.

“Do I really need this?” Shirl asked.

“I checked, and it’s a gray area.  I recommend wearing it whenever you go outside.  And I’d also stay on a leash.”

“This is all so weird,” said Laurie.

“I’m sorry that man gave you so much trouble earlier,” said the little girl’s mother.  “But I have to admit, I was tempted to get a picture, too.”

“I understand,” said Shirl.  “In fact, Laurie, let me out of the carrier.  And get me a leash.”

“Are you sure?” asked Laurie.  Shirl nodded, and Laurie opened the door to the carrier.  Shirl walked out onto the counter and swept the room with her eyes.  Not quite a half-dozen phones came out and took her picture.

“Can I pat your head?” said the lttile girl.

“Hey!”

“It’s alright, Laurie,” said Shirl.  She gave the little girl a big smile and said “Go ahead.”

The little girl patted Shirl’s hairdo (Shirl had spent so much money on it for Steve — she wouldn’t do that again unless she could decide a hairdresser or a dog groomer should get the job) lightly.  At  Shirl’s suggestion, Laurie set the wiener woman on the floor and the little girl gave her a hug.  The office filled up with smiles and Shirl let Evan walk her out of the building. 

It didn’t surprise Shirl a bit that she was on the news that night.

Shirl followed the advice of both doctors.  She slept most of the two days after the visit and wondered if the drowsiness was a side effect of the shots.  She worked out a routine with the kids for when to take her to the dog park.  They had let her roam loose in the backyard, but there was a horrible incident when another dog got through the fence and chased after Shirl.  (She later admitted that she had gone into heat to Laurie but was too lazy to mention it.)  Eventually, both dog and dog-lady got out.  Shirl fought her canine instincts and kept herself away from the other dog by hiding under a porch with a hole in its lattice.  But this led to another problem later.  The underside of the porch was infested with fleas!  Laurie got naked to give her mom a flea-dip.  Even Shirl had to laugh at the sorry sight she made when she saw herself in the mirror.

Shirl had company during her wiener-woman days.  Most of it was from friends who tried to commiserate with her state, though they admitted to having to see it for themselves.  Weeks went by and the neighbors became used to Shirl’s dogginess.  The children were happy to see her at the dog park, ready to pet her, hug her, and toss her treats, which she did find tasty.  She’d do tricks for them as best she could, rolling over, begging.  (She never played dead.  The kids found that too creepy, and so did she.)

Then, one day, with nothing of note in the way of difference, Shirl was in the dog park.  She was begging, when there was a sudden shift in reality.  Everything around her was suddenly lower than it had been.  She felt cooler, and noticed some of the parents were hiding their children’s eyes.  (And some of the dads were looking at her VERY intently.)  She suddenly had a feeling about what had happened.  She looked down at herself, and saw that she had her human body back.  She wasn’t embarrassed, she was relieved.  

But she didn’t want to offend her neighbors or give the kids a look at her goods.  She stood up, keeping her gaze fixed on looking ahead of herself, and then began to walk out of the park.  Laurie used to keep a set of clothing in the car, but had stopped doing it, apparently thinking the wiener-dog was here to stay.  Shirl just headed to the car, prepared to scrunch down once inside.

As she continued walking, avoiding eye contact with anyone around her, she began to feel a little strange.  Her ears felt funny.  She was losing color perception in her vision.  And everything had a much stronger scent than it had recently.  But Shirl thought little about these things.

UNTIL, she got in the car, glanced at the rear-view mirror — and saw the dachshund’s head looking back at her.

A friend of mine just gave me a boxed set of the second season of Bewitched. This is probably my favorite season, with Darrin and Endora actually getting along at times (see them together in the waiting room in the episode where Tabitha is born). It also has maybe my favorite transformation in the entire series, “The Catnappers,” where Endora turns a beautiful client (Toni Devlin, played by Marion Thompson) of Darrin’s into a cat. Among other things, when the client is changed back, she’s posed cat-like and sitting on Darrin’s lap. She does NOT ask how she got there. (I may try to do a screen capture on this sometime.)

However, it being a prime-time network series in the 1960s (and there were only THREE networks at that time), when she is changed, her clothes just vanish. She was wearing a pearl choker necklace at the time, which doesn’t vanish until Samantha makes it disappear, along with the client’s purse. Interestingly enough, when she is changed back, she has a different outfit on. The same thing happens with the other big female transformation on Bewitched, the Italian client (Clio Vanita, played by Nancy Kovack) turned into a chimpanzee in the two-part “Cousin Serena Strikes Again.” (I don’t like this change as much as they don’t show her transformation into or from being the chimp.)

On the other hand, on I Dream of Jeannie, a couple of beauty queens (Virginia Ann Ford and Willi Koopman as Miss Atom Bomb and Miss Galaxy) get turned into dogs in “What’s New Poodle Dog” and their outfits become canine versions of what they were. In another episode, “Who Needs a Green-Eyed Genie?” an old girlfriend (Joan Patrick as Joan Sheldon) of Tony’s is turned into a chimp (which they DID show), but still in the clothing she was wearing.

This is common enough in movies and films, at least for female characters. Male characters can change back where they’re naked, but not showing anything. I’ve long awaited a female version of The Shaggy Dog, but I don’t think we’ll ever see it, as Disney wouldn’t like saying what a female dog is called.

One annoying thing to me with the Disney movie The Princess and the Frog is that, when Tiana changes into the frog, she has clearly shrunk out of her clothes.

But (minor spoiler alert) when she turns human again at the movie’s end, she is fully clothed!

I know, again, kid’s movie. But they could’ve found a way to conceal her and keep up the continuity of the movie. (Hey, they showed Mulan bathing but kept her decent). But they probably felt that would’ve stretched things out too far time-wise.

Now, in the movie Captain Sindbad, an enjoyable film with Guy Williams (between Zorro and Lost in Space), a princess wants to be turned into a bird. To do this, the wizard performing the spell tells her to take off her clothes because he can’t “grow feathers on silk!” The movie was released in 1963, so all we saw was the princess from the shoulders up, and then a flame-obscured outline as she dwindled to her bird form. (A “flame bird” we were told, which explained the transformation.) Later, she ends up in the closed hand of the movie’s villain, and she is nude, but his fingers keep her decent. Then, it’s back to the flaming outline with the wizard waiting with a blanket for when she reverts to human.

Size changes often involve losing clothing one way or another. The earliest shrinking film I can think of, 1936’s The Devil-Doll with Lionel Barrymore and Maureen O’Sullivan, doesn’t actually show the shrinking (if I’m remembering it right), but it does show the subjects in their now over-sized clothing, sometimes with the clothes covering them. Later, they’re in doll-sized clothing. The same thing happens in 1940’s Dr. Clyclops. We don’t see the shrinking and the characters just end up in giant rags. In 1956’s Attack of the Puppet People, poor secretary Sally Reynolds waking up to find herself “dressed” in a handkerchief surrounded by gigantic objects. And 1957’s The Incredible Shrinking Man and 1981’s The Incredible Shrinking Woman go to great pains to show their title subjects in various stages of shrinking.

As for the other way, people turning into giants, it’s common to show the subjects growing out of their clothes. The Amazing Colossal Man (also 1957), Attack of the 50-Foot Woman (1958 and 1993), Village of the Giants (1965, which does a nice, cheap job of the growing scenes by tearing off the subject’s clothing while doing rear-screen projections of cameras tilting up), and 1995’s Attack of the 60-Foot Centerfolds (which doesn’t actually show the growing) all have fairly good growth scenes. And there’s a custom fetish video outfit, Media Impact Customs, which has done some nice size-change videos. Be warned, you have to pay to download them and see them. But they also do custom videos to order. Their contact info is here: https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/99097/media-impact-customs

I know, I’m basically saying, for some people (maybe a lot?) part of the appeal of transformation is seeing the transformed eventually changed back into themselves and finding that they’re naked — maybe in public.

Anyone for ENF?

And, some might enjoy the idea of being transformed BECAUSE they can move around naked, in public, among friends and family.

There’s a lot more to say on this subject and I will probably do so someday.

Archie just came out with a Betty and Veronica Hallowe’en Spooktacular which is not bad in terms of transformations.

ComicList Previews: BETTY AND VERONICA FRIENDS FOREVER HALLOWEEN SPOOKTACULAR #1

In the first story, which is new, the friends find a witch’s hat which can perform actual magic. It’s used on Cheryl Blossom, but only to turn her hair green. There’s a wealth of things I would’ve turned Cheryl into, but this is all we got.

Then, there’s a Sabrina story in which, because she decides to not attend the family Hallowe’en celebration, Sabrina is turned into a monster with a bulbous, four-eyed body. (Two if the eyes are on stalks growing out of her head.) Sabrina manages to cope with the change, and the story has a good ending.

But the highlight of the comic is a reprint of the story “The Mystery of Dr. Klawz,” which first appeared in Life with Archie (original series) No. 248. In this story, Archie and Veronica encounter the mysterious character, who has a potion that can turn people into cats. We get to see Veronica transformed. No panels showing stage-by-stage of the change. But it isn’t bad.

Decades ago, I mentioned Betty and Veronica on the message board for an AR website and someone accused me of being a “stunted asshole.” Maybe. But Dan DeCarlo, the classic Betty and Veronica artist, was a very talented girlie cartoonist before he worked for Archie. I’ve no regrets about still being turned on by the pair. If you feel the Riverdale girls are beneath you, just skip over this post.

I think this little scene is what got me started with transformations:

This was the end of the Little Rascals/Our Gang short “Beginner’s Luck.” In this scene, Spanky has just finished a hilarious performance of Marc Antony’s requiem for Caesar from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. Spanky’s mother, embarrassed by the performance, was trying to pull Spanky off the stage, when HER mother drops the curtain and snags Spanky’s Mom’s dress, leaving her on stage in a slip in front of an audience full of moms, dads, and kids. Spanky tries to come to her aid by shoving a piece of art in front of her. Instead, it ends up looking as if she’s got the body of an animal. (You can see the whole scene as it happens)

This inspired many years of fantasies for me with the same set-up: A mom, transformed, maybe humiliated, maybe not fully dressed. Not quite a quarter-century later, it led to one of the first ever pages of transformation art I’ve ever commissioned. The art is lacking in quality, and some stains have popped up on the second image. But it only cost $15. Here it is, from late 1982:

One panel of this is in my DeviantART gallery. I’ll admit, this is kind of sick, moreso than stuff I would later commission. I eliminated the first panel which explains the “why” of the transformation, to avoid any “Oh, my God, it’s — ” reactions. And I also eliminated the last panel, as it’s more than a little embarrassing. The artist didn’t know how dogs mount each other. As a result, what he drew is a LOT more hardcore than I’m comfortable with. So, this is all you get, I’m afraid. Sorry

In the second season of I Dream of Jeannie , an episode called “My Master the Author” has a scene in which Jeannie turns an overbearing mother into a goose. The episode is called “My Master the Author.” The mother is of the battle-ax variety, not terribly sexy. But it inspired other fantasies. (I’d include a link to the episode, but the only one I can find starts with some pretty loud advertisements. If anyone wants to look this episode up themselves, go ahead. And, if anyone can find a clip of just the transformation itself, and the reversion, let me know.)

This part of the fetish has instilled in me a love images such as this:

A woman, naked, on all fours, an expression of dismay or puzzlement on her face, obviously just changed back into a human, but wearing as many clothes as whatever animal she had just changed back from being would’ve had on. (In the case of this image, I also like the effect gravity has on breasts of this size.)

Ms. Quinn was pleased with the outfit she’d made for her daughter to wear in the talent show. She was holding it and admiring it when her daughter’s friend, Amorilla, came in the house.

“I’m sorry, but Phoebe isn’t here right now,” said Ms. Quinn.

“What’s that ugly costume for?” asked Amorilla.

“Ugly!?” said Ms. Quinn, angry to hear all her hard work dismissed so bluntly. “Are you trying to get my goat?”

Amorilla had never heard the expression before and it made her smile. “Get your goat? Like this?”

Ms. Quinn was puzzled as Amorilla made some gestures with her fingers. Then then, Ms. Quinn felt strange. Her field of vision dropped, and her clothes felt looser. She realized her face was pushing itself out. She was getting more of a snout than a nose. She suddenly dropped the outfit because her hands had changed — into hooves? And she felt her breasts receding, emptying from the industrial-strength bra she’d worn that day. What’s more, her breasts were moving, sliding, down her body, and merging into one — though one with multiple teats on it.

“What’s happening to me?” was what Ms. Quinn meant to say. Instead, a bleat came out of her mouth.

She also realized her legs had changed, no longer filling her pantyhose. This meant she could no longer stand. She tried crawling on the sofa she was sitting on — and crawled out of her clothes. All she had on was her necklace, ring, and some other bits of jewelry.

Amorilla took a small mirror to of her handbag and held it up to Ms. Quinn. Looking in it, Ms. Quinn did not see her reflection, not the reflection she was used to, but that of a moderate-sized, definitely cute little goat.

She was a goat!

Ms. Quinn jumped down from the couch and began running around panicking, bleating. What was she going to do? A rumble could be heard coming from her belly.

“Oh, Ms. Quinn! Haven’t you eaten yet?”

The goat shook her head. Amorilla gestured again with her fingers. Suddenly, appetite swelled inside the goat. But for what? Grass? Grain? No, something else.

Then, she noticed the clothing she had stepped out of when she was no longer a woman. She sniffed at the articles, and then began to nibble at them!

This isn’t right! She thought. Goats don’t actually eat clothes! Or did they, she wondered, as she began eating her undershorts — her USED undershorts! Her dress, and her bra, the bra she liked so much after carefully looking all the bras in the store over, one of her favorite pieces of clothing — it was all entering her belly. Even the metal! But she didn’t care.

Finally, she began to eat the costume she’d worked so hard on.

“What a good goat you are!” grinned Amorilla. “Now, would you liked to be milked? I’ll bet we could get some good cheese made from it!”

Ms. Quinn bleated again, and looked around for a place to escape. She ended up getting back on the couch, where she stood and looked imploringly at Amorilla. The girl took pity on the goat and gestured at her again. A moment later, Ms. Quinn, naked on all fours, but herself again, looked quizzically from the coach. She remembered her “goat-hood,” but knew she’d never be able to repeat a word of it to anyone.

The term “industrial strength” was used for various products, insecticides, cleansers, and the like, in the 1980s. I always liked it and decided to use it in this.

The only thing I might’ve done differently is Amorilla could’ve been a little boy. Maybe because of Spanky’s presence in the earlier short, I’ve a fondness for little boys with magic doing things to grown women. But, let me make it clear, yes, the boys often find themselves in the presence of a nude woman, which the boys like. But they don’t know what to do with her and that’s where it ends. I asked for some examples of mom transformations on y DeviantART journal, and Gen-Awesome had this to say:

There’s Queen Elinor, mother of Merida, turning into a bear in “Brave”. Or Queen Uberta, mother of Prince Derek being transformed into various animals in “The Swan Princess 2”. Princess Daphne, mother of 13 children getting turned into a monster in the climax of “Dragon’s Lair 2: Time Warp”.

If you count Step-Mothers, Lady Tremaine gets turned into a frog at the end of “Cinderella III: A Twist in Time”.

I do count step-mothers, and mothers-in-law, which makes this scene appropriate:

Then, there’s instances of moms undergoing age regression. I once had a couple of pages done (they’re in storage right now and not accessible) of Ann Romano (Bonnie Franklin in the original One Day at a Time) being turned into a baby and having to be nursed by one of her daughters. Ann was in advertising and, therefore, in competition with Bewitched‘s Darrin Stephens. Anyway, that idea eventually led to this four-page set here, using characters who are NOT mine, and I in no way claim ownership of them.

I know, if anyone following my blog also follows my DeviantART gallery, they’re seeing a lot of repetition here. But, in this case, I felt the subject made the repetition work.

Also, I’m working on a script for another commission (with OC, not THESE characters) which will take the age regression and mother – daughter relation one step further.

And, speaking of transformations, moms, and daughters, it isn’t always the mom who has to be transformed:

There’s more on this subject, and I’ll tackle it later.

I felt I should have a caution before anyone reads this story. It has a situation in which underage characters see a nude adult woman. There is no sex involved. This is an idea inspired by the Little Rascals/Our Gang short “Beginner’s Luck,” which ends with Spanky’s Mom ending up on a stage in her slip before an audience of kids and adults. The story also involves the same woman turned part dog and having sex with a dog. I’ve had great reservations about posting this story and may take it down if there are complaints about it. For those still interested, go for it.

It was Mother’s Career Day at Jefferson A. Elementary School.  Several students had brought in their moms to talk about what the mothers did for a living.  So far, there had been a a weather lady , firewoman, a factory forewoman, and a psychologist.  But the highlight so far was definitely Claire Garner, the head of Garner Cosmetics, the biggest employer in the small town of Coesse.  Claire was using the speech to promote her new line of perfumes, and she was every bit as strong (and subtle) as a politician running for office.  Most of the girls were entranced by what she was saying, and each one of them was dreaming of working for Claire one day.

Except for one:  Beth Garner, Claire’s daughter.  She was embarrassed by the way her mother carried on, especially every time her mother pointed Beth out in the class, which was many times.  Beth wished that Claire paid as much attention to her at home.

Claire finally finished her presentation, and Mrs. Frederickson, the teacher, called on Georgie Nelson, who walked up to the front of the classroom by himself.  He was carrying a very ornate bottle in his hand. 

“Georgie,” said Mrs. Frederickson.  “Where is your — ”  She hesitated.  She knew Georgie was an orphan.

Before Georgie could answer the question, a very striking woman entered the classroom.  Claire was startled both by the sudden appearance by, and the appearance of, the woman.  She had never seen anyone so beautiful.  The woman was almost — otherworldly.  The woman had a pet carrier with her.

“Do you have an animal in there?” asked Mrs. Frederickson.

“Yes,” said the woman, noticing that this teacher was looking at her a little intently.  “It’s here to help me demonstrate what I can do.”

“Are you a veterinarian?”

“No, I’m a djinn.”

“A djinn?” said Susie Parker, one of the girls in the class.  Mrs. Frederickson and the other women in the room looked among themselves and snickered.

“A djinn is what you probably call a genie,” said the woman.

Everyone in the class laughed.  Georgie and Aunt Ginni looked at each other and smiled.

“This is my Aunt Ginni,” said Georgie.  “And she is a djinn.”

“You don’t look like any genie I’ve ever heard to,” said Claire in a voice of disbelief.

“And how do you think a genie should look?” asked Aunt Ginni.

“Oh, shoes with curled toes, harem pants, arm bracelets, a little vest, and maybe or maybe not a top under the vest.”

“You mean like this?”

Aunt Ginni extended her arm at Claire and made some gestures with her fingers.  Suddenly, all the children were staring at Claire.  The mouths of some of the boys dropped open.  Claire looked down at herself and saw that, in place of the sensible but sensational outfit she’d chosen to wear for her speech, she had on the outfit she’d just described:  Shoes with curled toes, harem pants (SEE-THROUGH harem pants, and everyone in the classroom could see she was wearing nothing underneath), arm bracelets, and a vest, under which there was — NOTHING!  Except for the vest, she was topless.  

“I don’t know how you did this,” said Claire, coldly, to Aunt Ginni.  “But get this outfit off of me, NOW!”

“As you wish,” said Aunt Ginni with a smile.  Instantly, Claire could no longer feel her feet in the curled-toes slippers.  She was feeling the floor instead.  Claire didn’t feel the harem pants or anything.  Claire realized she had used the wrong words for her demand.  She was now standing completely naked in front of her daughter’s class, both girls AND boys, the teacher, and the other women!  Bulges were appearing in the crotches of some of the boys in the class.  Mrs. Frederickson looked a little overly excited by the sight, too, Claire thought.

By instinct, Claire covered herself with her arms, the left arm over her breasts and the right over her crotch.  As she did so, she saw one boy lean over to another and whisper, “I saw her pussy!”

Claire decided modesty be damned!  She made her hands into fists and walked up to her daughter, who had been given the duty of guarding Claire’s shoulder bag and sample case.  Claire reached into the bag and pulled out her cell phone,

“Boys and girls, you’re about to see an important lesson,” Claire said.  “This ‘Aunt Joanie’ — “

“Aunt Ginni,”  corrected Georgie.

“I don’t care.  She’s going to find out what a real bitch I can be when I want to  be one!”

Aunt Ginni said nothing, but smiled and gestured again at Claire.

“Hello, Fred?” said Claire.  “I want — ” suddenly, Claire dropped her phone.  She bent over to pick it up and heard the kids laughing loudly.

“She’s growing a tail!” cried one of the girls.  Claire, still bent over, glanced over her shoulder and found that there was indeed the tip of something furry over coming from the vicinity of the base of her spine.  She stood up and reached over to grab it.  But, when she pulled on it, it not only didn’t come off,  she felt pain when she pulled it.  And then, she couldn’t pull on it at all.  She looked at her hands and saw that her fingers were shrinking, becoming toes!  Instead of hands, she had forepaws, covered with skin instead of fur, but still paws.  And then fur, dull, white fur began to grow on the paws.  And on her arms.  And on her entire body.

“What’s ARF!-ening to ARF!” said Claire.  She put a paw to her mouth in surprise at — she couldn’t have barked!  “What ARF!  WOOF!”

Then, she saw her nose, her mouth extending from her face.  There was no pain, just the unreality of seeing her face changing.  She was getting a snout!  At the end of the snout, her nose was turning black!  Also, she could feel the tops of her ears starting to droop over and become longer.  (She was glad she had decided not to put on earrings today.)  Her thighs and shins were merging over her knees on each leg and her feet were changing.  She began to hear things she couldn’t before, and smells were stronger.  (And a roomful of fourth graders was a pretty strong smell.)

“Woof!  Mrrr-or!  Mrrr-or!” she said.  Then, Georgie gave the bottle to Aunt Ginni, who took out the stopper and turned the bottle upside down.  Something small and reflective fell out into Ginni’s hand.  She set the item on the floor and it grew into a full-length mirror.  Claire looked into it and whined.  Instead of her reflection, which she’d expected to see, even on all fours, Claire found a dog was looking out of the mirror back at her.  A poodle? she thought.

“Excuse me for just a second,” said Aunt Ginni, scooping Claire up into her arms (making Claire yelp in surprise) and taking her out of the classroom.  Everyone else in the classroom wondered what was going on, except for Georgie.  Aunt Ginni came back into the room without the dog.

“Where is she?” asked Beth.  “Where did you take her?”

“I took her to earlier today,” said Aunt Ginni.  “I had to take her into the vet and groomer just after they opened so they could arrange this.”

Aunt Ginni opened the carrier and pulled out what looked like another poodle.  But this one was groomed, trimmed except for tufts of hair on its feet, plus a “poodle do” on it’s head and frilly ears.  Plus, its fur was dyed pink!  And, it had a bejeweled collar around its neck and a tiny bow on its head.

“Where did you get this poodle?” asked the forewoman.

“Oh, it’s the same poodle I left with a moment ago,” said Aunt Ginni.  “Ms. Garner.  Like I said, I took her to a vet earlier so they could examine and groom her “

“That’s not really Ms. Garner!” said one of the boys.

 “It is. Watch!”

Aunt Ginni gestured at the poodle.  It began to change.  The ears “rolled up” until they were human ears.  She lost her snout and tail.  The bow and collar remained, though the collar grew as the poodle’s neck enlarged and, finally, what had been a dog was now Ms. Garner, completely naked and on all fours — except for the dog collar.  And the trimming had made some changes.

“She doesn’t have a pussy anymore!” cried the same boy who’d seen it before.  Claire, recovering from her change, couldn’t register what the boy was saying until she covered her vagina with her hand.  Her pubic hair was gone, shaved off when she was a poodle.  “Bald beaver” her ex used to call it.

The children, and the adults, were trying to stifle laughter.  (Claire was the richest, but not the most popular, woman in Coesse.  It seemed everyone was accepting what had happened to her, how she was really and truly a bitch, and they were enjoying it.)  Shakily, Claire crawled over to a nearby empty chair and sat down on it.  No sooner had she done so than she stood bolt upright again.  She massaged her butt and Aunt Ginni realized what had happened.

“Oh, yes,” said Aunt Ginni.  “At the vet’s she also got shots.  They also chipped her and took her temperature.”

Nearly all the women stifled laughs and some winced in sympathy as Claire slowly lowered herself back onto the chair.  

Then, one boy in the class raised his hand.

“Yes?” said Aunt Ginni.

“How are you Georgie’s aunt?” asked the boy.

“A good question, one that I think Georgie can answer best.”

“I think you all know,” Georgie started, “my Mom and Dad were killed in a car crash about seven months ago.  My Dad traveled all over the world on business and he had just bought the bottle with Aunt Ginni in it before he came back home.  That night, he and Mom went out to celebrate when they were hit by a drunk driver.  The bottle was something I got because I was their sole heir.  I have no other family and was going to be sent to an orphanage.  I was going through what they left me, and I opened the bottle, and Ginni came out.”

“Did your dad know that she was inside the bottle?” asked one classmate.

“I don’t think so,” said Aunt Ginni.  “No one had opened the bottle for centuries before Georgie opened it.”

“Aunt Ginni and I talked a lot,” said Georgie.  ” She answered a lot of questions.  And I found out, like in that old movie Aladdin, that djinns can’t bring back the dead.

“So I wished I didn’t have to go to the orphanage and Aunt Ginni arranged for me to win the lottery so I could afford to have a guardian.  Before that could happen, though, she stayed with me and we got to like each other.  So I wished that she could be my guardian, and she was able to make documents appear proving she was my Aunt.  I miss my Mom and Dad, but Ginni loves me and cares about me as much as they did.”

A girl raised her hand.  “That’s two wishes,” she said.  “Is she the kind of genie that grants only three wishes, or can you keep granting them?”

“Only three,” said Georgie.  “And I’ve used them all.”

Claire bolted from the chair and grabbed the bottle.  “I wish that everyone in this room who laughed at me would turn into, into PIGS!”

Nothing happened.

“I wish you were all pigs!” Claire repeated, apparently not caring that her own daughter would also be a pig.

Again, nothing happened.

Georgie smiled at Claire, then addressed the classroom.  “As I just said, I used my third wish.  I wished that, after I wasn’t around anymore, Aunt Ginni would be free.  So whether anyone has the bottle or not, Aunt Ginni isn’t granting wishes anymore.  Any magic she does is of her own free will.”

“And THIS is of my own free will!” said Aunt Ginni, with a voice like the rumbling of a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Aunt Ginni looked at Claire.  An unseen force took the bottle from Claire’s hands and it floated to the djinn’s side.  Claire got up from the chair and started for the door when she felt that unreality wash over her again.  She began to shrink, to change again, returning to canine form.  But she stopped sooner than when she had changed before.  The mirror where she had learned of her “dog-dom” before was still there.  

She walked up to it.  If the strangeness of being a dog had been hard to deal with before, what she saw now was beyond her ability to cope with it.  She was a hybrid of dog and human, a sort of dog sphinx!  Her head and her breasts were unchanged.  The rest of her was poodle.  Again, the class laughed at Claire.

“Oh, I almost forgot something I wanted to do,” said Aunt Ginni, gesturing at Claire.

Claire braced herself for another change.  But she looked in the mirror and nothing was happening.

Then she felt it.  Her temperature was up, her breathing more rapid.  She felt her privates heating up. She started to pant.  While she did so, she looked in the mirror and saw that her tongue was a dog’s tongue again and it was hanging long out of her mouth.

“What’s happening to me now?” asked Claire.

“You’re in heat!” said Aunt Ginni.

“What?!”

“Here, let’s not waste it!”

Another Ginni Gesture and there was another dog in the room.

“Is that my neighbor’s dog?” asked one boy.  “Ramrod?”

“RAMROD!?” said Claire.  While she was speaking, the other dog, a pit bull, had circled around behind Claire.  Suddenly, he had MOUNTED Claire and began to thrust eagerly into her.  “Oh my God,” said Claire.  “Oh.  MY.  GOD!!!“

It looked like Ramrod was very happy.  Like Claire, he was panting heavily.  Claire had to admit to herself that the doggy sex felt good.  But she couldn’t help but notice that no one in the classroom was saying a word.  They were all too busy staring open-mouthed at the canine coitus.  Claire saw that went double for Beth.

Claire found she liked the sensation of her breasts jiggling under her while Ramrod was — ramming his rod into her.  And it did feel good, having that hot doggie penis sliding back and forth inside her.  She began to make soft moaning sounds, but they were getting louder.  Finally, at what the adults recognized as climax, Claire broke out into a full-volume HOWL!

The sex over, Claire laid on her side and stretched out her bitch body.  She was still panting, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth.  She had to hold her head up slightly so the tongue didn’t touch the floor.

“You are her daughter?” asked Aunt Ginni after Georgie whispered in her ear.  Beth nodded.  “Would you like to wait and see if she gets any puppies from this?”

Claire sat up at looked at her daughter, beseechingly.  To her relief, Beth grimaced.

“No!” said Beth.  “They’d be my brothers and sisters.  No!”

Claire, still panting a little heavily, got on her four feet and trotted up to Aunt Ginni.

“Please,” she said, standing before Ginni.  “First, can you send — Ramrod — back to his home?”

“You do not want seconds?” said Aunt Ginni.  Claire shook her head vigorously.  Aunt Ginni gestured and Ramrod vanished, confused, but happy to be back in his back yard.

“Now,” said Claire.  “Change me back.  Please!”

“I don’t know.  You might be an interesting entrant at a dog show.”

Claire thought about that idea with distaste.  Worse, what if the genie decided to leave Claire as she was?  She’d be a freak in the news, something that could never be the head of a billion-dollar corporation.  Then, Claire knew what she had to do to be changed back into herself.

“Please change me back,” Claire repeated.  And then, she balanced herself on her hind feet, held her forepaws limply in front of herself, and opened her mouth to let her tongue hang out.

“Begging!” laughed Aunt Ginni (along with both kids and adults in the room), clapping her hands.  “What a good dog you are!  I will be delighted to restore you to your true form!  But don’t move!”

Claire obeyed Aunt Ginni, worried that any movement would result in Claire’s returning to canine status.  Seconds later, Claire was herself again — still balancing on the balls of her feet, still letting her hands dangle at the end of her arms, still letting her tongue hang from her mouth.  She was a woman, but still begging like a dog.  She didn’t realize she was doing this until several of the people in the room, kids and adults, had taken pictures of her with their phones.

Claire regained her composure (as much as she could under the circumstances).  She stood up, shakily, and explored her body with her hands.

“Is all as you wish it to be?” asked Aunt Ginni.

“The only thing I wish now,” said Claire.  “Is to be as I originally was!”

“Granted!”

Aunt Ginni gestured at Claire again.  Before Claire could ask what was happening, she began to shrink.  Her breasts were flattening into her chest.  Her legs were losing strength and balance.  With her tongue, she could feel her teeth sinking into her gums.  Claire had a bad feeling she knew what was happening to her, one confirmed when she ran her hands over her head in felt that what hair she had was fine and soft.

Before she stopped dwindling, Claire crawled back in front of the mirror.  As she’d feared, what looked back at her was the very young (newborn?) Claire Garner.  And this baby was aware of one thing in particular.  Her stomach was empty!

Everyone had to cover her ears when Baby Claire began to wail.  

“Is she that upset about being a baby?” asked one girl.

“I don’t think that’s it,” said Aunt Ginni.  She asked Beth “Do you know how long it’s been since she’s eaten?”

“Probably not since breakfast,” said Beth.  “She usually skips lunch.”

“That just isn’t healthy for a baby.”  Aunt Ginny held up an open hand, and a full baby bottle materialized in it.  “Would you like to feed your mother?”

“Sure,” said Beth laughing.  “But first, could you put an outfit on her?  A pink and white baby dress, a cute little bonnet, booties, and, oh, yes!  A diaper!”

Aunt Ginni laughed and waved. Beth, now holding her infant mother and the baby bottle, to the front of the mirror.  In a reverse strip tease, the diaper, booties, dress, and bonnet appeared on Baby Claire.  Beth gave out a soft “Awwww!” and turned so everyone could see the baby.  All the females in the room (and some of the boys) repeated Beth’s “Awwww!” as Beth sat down and put the nipple of the bottle in her mother’s mouth.  Beth did reflect for a moment on the weirdness of bottle feeding her own mother.  But she knew the natural way babies are fed and decided this was better than feeding her mother THAT way!

“Aunt Ginni,” said Georgie.  “Schools’ almost over for the day.”

Aunt Ginni looked at the clock and nodded her head.  “It was nice meeting all of you.  In case you’re wondering, part of you will remember what you’ve seen here today, but you will not be able to speak of it with anyone outside of this room.  Nor can you record it in anyway. I’m afraid the pictures you took of the begging Claire will vanish from your phone. But, I’ve enjoyed being myself in this class for all of you today, and especially for Georgie.”

“What about Mom?” asked Beth.  

“After she finishes her bottle, after you have returned to the inside of your home, she will regain her true age.  And SHE, more than anyone else, will remember what happened in this classroom.  Because, as with any classroom, she has been taught a lesson.”

The school bell rang and everyone began to file out of the classroom.  It was Friday and everyone was ready start the weekend.

And they all remembered what Aunt Ginni’s job was.

Back in 1973, a movie was released called “A Touch of Class.” It was a very grown-up rom-com in which this woman, Vickie Allessio (played by Glenda Jackson)

decides to have an affair with Steve Blackburn (played by the late George Segal), who is married to Gloria (played by Hildegard Neil). I did not see the movie until 1974, hence the title for this post.

Perhaps the most intense scene in the movie does when Vickie unleashes a tirade against Steve. (It was intense enough that it got Ms. Jackson her second Best Actress Oscar.) It happens after she discovers that he was out with his wife after cancelling a date with Vickie. Among other things, she tells him that he should’ve been born a cestode worm.

It took some research to find that scene online, and then to find out exactly what a cestode worm is. (And to keep spell-check from turning “cestode” into “restore.”) It turns out that a cestode worm is a kind of tapeworm. And the reason she tells him that’s what he should’ve been is that a cestode worm is a worm with the organs of both sexes. Therefore, Steve could’ve spent his life “copulating with himself.”

That line has stayed in my demented mind ever since. And, I eventually came up with a story in which Gloria turns out to be a witch. She doesn’t mind Steve cheating on her. He’s rather insatiable, and having affairs with other women saves Gloria a lot of time in bed — though, when she does agree to sex, she enjoys it.

But she does not care for other women putting Steve in his place. Gloria found out about Vickie accusing Steve of being a human cestode worm. And Gloria decided to put Vickie in HER place.

This is another comics page done for me by the wonderful LadyKraken, who, again, has a DeviantART page here https://www.deviantart.com/ladykraken and a Patreon page here: https://www.patreon.com/ladykraken/posts.

Anyway, here is the story of Gloria’s meeting with Vickie about this matter. I’ve had worm women drawn before, but this one is darker in that Vickie doesn’t have any limbs in her new form. But don’t worry about her too much, she’s enjoying herself.