As the father of two daughters, Kimiya had always been used to living in a very female-dominated household, but he was certainly not used to anything like this. After all, he was supposed to have his place near the top of the household hierarchy, not being forced to obey orders and wear dresses made for a little girl.
As the computer he was using went into power save mode, he almost caught sight of his reflection in the dark glossy screen. Kimiya jiggled the mouse furiously with his tiny hand and made himself keep working, because he didn't want to see a little girl looking back at him, didn't want to admit that's what he had become. And on top of that, he did not want to admit that the girl in the reflection was smiling...
3 weeks earlier...
"I know how to change back, and you can't stop me!" he had announced over breakfast one morning.
It was the day after the incident, the one where he'd been tricked into donning the magic underwear that had been the cause of his transformation.
He dropped the spoon in a half-finished bowl of his daughters' favorite breakfast cereal. He didn't like it, but his wife hadn't asked him what he wanted to eat. Meanwhile, the daughters, all grown up by virtue of the same magic underwear, were allowed French toast as a special treat.
"Go on then, Kimmy," said Yumika, looking up from the jobs section of the newspaper. "Change back then. You won't learn your lesson that way."
He noticed she was still refusing to wear the wedding ring.
"Fine, I will then!" said Kimiya, who was settling into the role of the petulant child more than he realized, scraping his chair noisily as he got up from the table.
"Please don't change back, dad!" said Saki.
At 11 years old, he'd previously thought of Saki as his eldest daughter. But since she and her younger sister had been wearing Miracle-Fit undergarments in the same adult size, he had been forced to rethink that assumption. As two adult women, they were both the same age now, and made it clear from the fact that they kept calling each other 'twinsies!'
It was the same type of magic underwear that had robbed him of his masculinity, turned him into a child, and given his wife a double-J cup rack.
"But the transformation's only temporary!" Kimiya said through a mouthful of cereal. "So when I take them off, I'll go back to normal. You'll see. And you girls'll be in so much trouble for making me miss work!"
"Aw, but you look cute!" said Miku. Saki nodded in agreement and Kimiya blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. His daughters' comments could be so infantilizing.
"Fathers aren't meant to be cute," he said, standing up and hoping to look imposing. "A father's job is to protect you, provide for you, and... be a man."
His wife didn't even look up from her paper this time. Did he really mean that little to her?
He slid a finger under the waistband of his panties and waited for a reaction.
"If you're going to be naked in front of my daughters, might I suggest you do so in a different room?"
Ouch, not even his daughters now. Still, any reaction was better than no reaction at all.
Taking this as his cue to leave, he stormed up the stairs, making his footsteps as loud as his small girlish feet would allow.
He strode into the master bedroom, shut the door behind him and stood in front of the full-length mirror.
Kimiya almost wanted to gag at the little girl reflected back at him. She was definitely cute, but she was not him. Not by a long shot.
Frantically, he ripped off the lemon yellow shirt he'd been wearing and pulled down his pants, revealing the pink frilly underwear beneath, the source of his curse.
Now would be the moment of truth. He wondered how long the reverse transformation would take. And how would it feel to go through puberty in a matter of minutes? If it was anything like how he remembered the first time around, it would be an uncontrolled lust-filled hormonal frenzy.
Yumi was right. His daughters most certainly did not need to be there when it happened.
He slid a finger beneath the waistband of his panties, and the other hand beneath the tiny girls' training bra, and removed them both in one swift movement. He looked himself in the mirror and waited.
Thirty seconds later, Yumika and her daughters heard a scream from upstairs. Then they heard two more, each one as shrill and piercing as the last.
"I'll go and see what she's up to," she said.
Yumika ran up the stairs, her giant breasts bouncing with each step. She guessed correctly where her husband had gone first - the same place where he'd passed out the previous night.
She twisted the handle to the door of the master bedroom to see the little girl with medium length dark hair, trying on a button-down shirt that had belonged to her when she was a man. On her lower half were men's pants, which now required a belt now to hold them up. The excess material was bunched up around her ankles so that when she took a step forward she slipped over and frantically put out a hand for balance.
Kimiya landed on the floor with a soft thud. Yumika could see a pair of men's boxer shorts poking out from the waistband, also being held up by the belt.
The girl got up on her hands and knees.
"I thought maybe if I put on my old clothes, I'd change back," she said through tears.
The woman had to stifle a laugh, thinking maybe her husband had misunderstood the magic spell and tried to change back by putting on non-magical underpants without bothering to take the magical ones off.
She soon realized this was not the case when she noticed the Miracle-Fit underwear strewn across the floor. And that was when it stopped being a laughing matter.
Yumika had been very angry with her husband last night, but now was not the time for anger. She leaned down, and scooped up the little girl in her arms and began to cuddle her.
But Kimiya was still a man inside and was not prepared to be babied in this way. He wriggled out of Yumika's loving arms and, without thinking, raised a hand to slap her.
But Yumika was too quick for him. She grabbed the tiny arm by the wrist before it could get anywhere near her face. Her once-kindly face turned to a scowl.
"Young lady... man... whatever you are. You have five seconds to explain yourself."
Kimiya realized what he'd been doing because he'd done it before. And for that reason, there was no explaining himself out of it this time, because he knew full well what he was doing. He was trapped with the guilt of his actions, feeling truly terrible for trying to hit her. But there was also a wave of relief that she'd managed to stop him this time.
And with that, he burst into tears. He tried to inhale, but his breaths became short and shuddery. When he spoke, it came out as a wailing sob.
Yumika approached Kimiya (or 'Kimmy') with a little more trepidation than before. She put her hand on the little girl's shoulder. And after waiting a few seconds Kimmy did not slide it away or do anything to try and stop herself being hugged. So Yumika pulled Kimmy to her feet and wrapped her arms around her, pressing the girl's face into her chest.
Kimiya did not resist it this time and simply relaxed into her arms, allowing Yumika's mom mode to take over. For some reason, being cuddled actually felt good. It wasmore tender and affectionate than any time she'd held him as a man.
And for some reason, crying felt good too. Kimiya wasn't used to shedding this many tears, but since he'd become a young girl now it somehow felt right to just keep sobbing and sobbing until everything was out of her system. Even the guilt of being a wife beater seemed to have lessened by the time he was done crying, and they were embracing without pain.
Yumika ran a hand through her hair. She rather liked it when she did that. She didn't want this moment to end but knew inside that it had to.
"I'm so sorry," said Yumika. "But I guess the transformation is permanent after all. I didn't know, of course. But I am so, so sorry."
"No, I'm sorry," said Kim. There were so many things to say sorry for, she didn't know which one she meant in particular. But it just felt like the right thing to say.
"For what?"
"Everything!"
Another two tears descended from Kimiya's eyes as she began to cry some more. It was not full on sobbing like before, more like little aftershocks to the crying she'd already done.
"I'll go and tell the girls," Yumika said after a while.
And slowly she got up, leaving Kim to sit on the bed by herself when she was sure she had calmed down enough to be left alone.
Saki and Miku were cleaning up the breakfast things when she got downstairs, something they'd never done when they'd been kids. How responsible of them to do so. She wondered if the Miracle-Fit underwear could change a person's brain as well as their body. Well, these changes were slower than the physical ones, but the brain is part of the body after all.
She cleared her throat upon entering, wondering how to break the news.
"I've just been upstairs with your father," she said. "You are not to mock him for this, but..."
When there was silence from the others, Yumika continued.
"It seems we got more than we bargained for with these clothes," she said, gesturing at her own oversized underwear. "The transformation is permanent, even after you take it off. Unless I can convince Sandra to give us..."
But then Miku interrupted her.
"Wait. You didn't take them off when you went to bed?"
She turned to Saki who said: "No. Didn't you?"
Miku shook her head. Yumika was sure that she hadn't either. In fact, the first person to disrobe themselves of the Miracle-Fit underwear had been the one who least wanted to wear them in the first place.
"Does that mean dad's..."
"Teehee!"
"That's enough!" said Yumika.
There was a long silence between them until mom went back upstairs to check on Kim. They'd just been told that the transformation was permanent, but it took a while for the implications to sink in. Both women knew what they wanted to say, but Miku was the first to say it.
"Hey Saki..." she said. "Help me get my bra off!"
"Okay!" said Saki, pulling her own dress over her head at the same time as Miku was unbuttoning her blouse.
She undid Miku's bra (really more of a bikini top) from behind and then proceeded to undress herself as well. She started by pulling down her pants, followed by the panties. Miku felt the fresh air come in contact with her adult-sized nipples for the first time, and Saki felt the same for her 'lady parts.'
"This is awesome!" said Miku. "I can't believe..."
"Whoa, wait. Are you shrinking?"
The women exchanged glances and Miku threw up her hands to her chest.
"Nooo! Oh no-no-no-no-noooo!" she said, feeling her beautiful breasts begin to deflate. In fact, her entire chest area was contracting, reverting to its previous form. She was getting shorter too but still remained on the tall side compared to Saki.
Despite previously holding the title of 'older sister,' Saki was rapidly losing height from her legs. Not only that, but her hips were shrinking, and any semblance of fluff on her thighs was going away. Her body, like Miku's, was reverting to its previous form, beginning with the bottom half.
"That was so weird," said Saki.
"I think it's stopping?" asked Miku.
"I think so. It kinda went halfway. But I'm still wearing my bra. And you've still got the panties, so..."
"Yeah."
"Okay, this is so weird."
She stared open-mouthed at her sister's figure. Miku had what could be described as an extreme pear-shape, with the abdomen, hips, and legs of a shapely young woman, but her arms and chest were barely past puberty. Her facial features were smaller and more chubby-cheeked. They hadn't completely reverted to childhood, but they looked closer to 8 years old than the woman she was meant to be.
Saki meanwhile was wondering what her own body now looked like. She reached for her phone to use it as a mirror, and Miku giggled at the sight of her. It wasn't long before Saki could see what she was giggling about.
In her phone's selfie camera, she saw a figure that could best be described as an extreme inverted triangle. Gone were the perfect child-bearing hips and long legs. They were all skin and bones, with not a hair in sight. Again, they were a little bit longer than when she'd been an 11-year-old, but not by much.
And still her boobs remained safe and sound in her favorite bra, along with the rest of her upper body. It seemed as if mom had been wrong about the transformation being permanent. In both cases, it looked like their bodies were trying to revert back to their natural shapes. If they took off both parts of the underwear, they'd probably change back completely.
"So I'm guessing if I took off my bra..." Saki began.
"No, don't take it off yet!" said Miku.
"Why?"
Miku giggled.
"It'll be funny when mom sees us like this!" she said, the girlish timbre of her voice being at odds with her more developed lower half.
"Yeah, I..."
But before Saki could respond, she felt something drip between her legs. She looked down to see a red spot on the linoleum floor. Miku followed her gaze and looked down as well. There were now several red spots. And whatever it was, it was continuing to drip from her at an increasing rate.
"OH MY GOD!" Saki screamed.
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