"Quick! Get a napkin!" Yumika heard someone yell from downstairs.
She came down a moment later to find Miku in the kitchen, leaning over her sister and holding a wad of white napkins between Saki's legs as the blood slowly turned them red.
"What's happening?" she cried.
"Saki's had a..." Miku began, though bit back the word before she could say it.
"We... I took off the panties to see if it would change me back." her sister began.
"Yes, I can see that," Yumi replied.
"And then I got my... period," she added, sounding almost ashamed of saying it.
Yumika put a hand on her shoulder.
"That's quite all right," she said, gently patting her daughter on the shoulder. "You didn't know it would change you back, so I imagine that was quite a shock for both of you."
Saki nodded.
"Actually, it hasn't happened to Miku yet," she said.
"Hmm. I wonder why that is,"
"Ooh, I know!" said Miku. "Because my bottom half is still grown up. You know how a period is actually just what happens when your uterus stops being fertile? I think it also does that when you stop being a woman."
"That's quite possible," said Yumika, who was impressed her daughter had remembered the lesson from yesterday. "In which case, this is probably a good thing. I can only imagine what it would do to your hormones if you remained fertile as children."
"So I'm not dying then?" asked Saki.
Yumi almost laughed.
"No, you're not. Having a period is a normal and natural part of the transition to adulthood. It often does happen around your age anyway. But with that being said, it may also happen when Miku changes back. This is unfortunate, but remember what I showed you with the tampon?"
At this, Miku raced to grab one from the closet in the other room.
With Saki and her mother momentarily alone in the room, Yumi leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Between you and me, I think you're so brave for how you're handling this," she said, then gave Saki a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so very proud of you."
"Am I brave too?" asked Miku, back in the room, holding their menstrual supplies box.
"Come here," said Yumika, and she pulled both daughters into a hug.
Miku was the first to break from the hug and got mom to watch as she began to slide in the tampon underneath her underwear.
"Not too deep," she said. "Remember, like I showed you."
"What's going on?" shouted the voice of another girl. It was Kimiya.
"Nothing! Girly stuff," Yumika called back dismissively. Then she looked back and noticed Kimiya was standing halfway down the stairs.
"No!" she shouted. "Don't look! I'll tell you when you're allowed to look."
"Oh. Okay," said Kimiya, turning around to face the wall.
It felt wrong that they were calling this 'girly stuff' and excluding him on the basis that he wasn't a girl even though that was clearly what he was now. It meant they still recognized his masculinity in one way or another, which should have been a good thing. But it just didn't feel like a good thing for some reason.
For what it was worth, he didn't think Yumi or his daughters saw him as a man anymore, or even a boy for that matter. He was far less than that in their eyes - more like a pathetic, sniveling man-baby who needed to be put in his place. And if they were going to treat him like that, he'd much rather be accepted as one of the girls.
He went back to his room once more and tried once again to change back. But before he could take off the clothes, he caught sight of the unhappy girl in the mirror and his parental instincts kicked in.
It's okay, don't cry, he almost said but stopped himself when he realized that it was him. It would have sounded strange to hear those words in the voice of a little girl, who was on the verge of tears herself, yet still being driven by some masculine instinct that made it unacceptable for her to cry.
"Or go on, cry then. It doesn't matter," he said out loud. "Maybe, I'll cry with you."
And before Kimiya could ever finish that sentence, he was in tears, curled up in a ball by the mirror and weeping into his hands. Every so often he would look up from the floor to see that his reflection was crying also.
After five minutes like this, though to him it felt like longer, he got up and dried his eyes. Then he took off the clothes once again and confirmed that his body was indeed stuck like this.
He wasn't sure what to think of the naked girl's reflection. Last time, it had been pity - pure pity. But now he saw something else in her. She was so meek and miserable - not to mention adorable - that he just wanted to clothe her and feed her, and make her feel loved. He didn't know if this was his parental instincts coming back or the beginnings of self-respect, but it felt different this time, as though the mere sight of this girl made him want to raise her in the best way possible, to give her a real chance at happiness if that were at all possible.
For once he found himself thinking of her as 'her,' even though he knew that was still him in the mirror.
Kimiya put the underwear back on and picked up Miku's clothes, which he'd thrown across the room in a fit of frustration he now regretted.
Slowly and methodically, he dressed herself, admiring his or her reflection, and got ready to face the world.
Minutes later, he poked his head downstairs again.
"Is it okay to look now?" he called out to no one in particular.
No response, so he took that as a yes.
In the living room, he found Yumika with the girls, who had been experimenting with the underwear. At least, that's what it looked like. It seemed they were able to change half their bodies back by removing just one half. What was the deal with that? He thought that changing back wasn't possible.
"What's going on?" he said in his embarrassingly high pitch.
"Ah, Kimmy, I was meaning to tell you," said his former wife. "It seems the underwear transformation isn't permanent for everyone. But this is good news. Even my body goes back to normal when I take them off. So do Saki's and Miku's. Yours is the only one that hasn't done it so far. Oh, and on a related note, Saki wants me to say she had her first period today. And Miku's probably going to get hers when her lower half turns back."
"Um, congratulations," said Kimiya, not really knowing what to say.
"Which reminds me - can you go upstairs and run a hot bath for her? She says she'd like to be in the bath when it happens."
Just when he thought the last 24 hours couldn't get any weirder.
Still, it was nice that there was something he could do to make herself useful.
When the bath was ready, Miku stripped naked and slipped herself into the water. At first, she was still tall enough to touch the overflow with both feet, but within a minute she had shrank back completely to a little kid. Over the minutes that followed, the water in the bath slowly began to turn red. Miku wasn't frightened by this because she knew what was happening. Even as her child-like mind changed back to normal, she felt like more than just a little kid splashing around in some icky water. She had been through a rite of passage.
Being an adult was great. In fact, Miku missed it already. And once she'd dried off and allowed the bath to drain, her eyes darted back toward the underwear. She decided to put it on for a second time, just to see what it felt like. And then she decided to leave them on for a while, just in case taking them off made her have another period. The transformation began no sooner than the bikini bottom was around her waist. It was no less marvelous and magical than it was the first time around.
Her legs and hips grew faster this time to match the size of the underwear. Tingling sensations spread up her body and down to the tips of her toes. Her chest swelled just as it had done before, like two ripening fruits, until they fit snugly in her bikini. She checked under her armpits to see if there was any hair there. There wasn't, though it's not like it would have mattered if there was. Miku quite liked the idea of being big and hairy, perhaps even strong as well with big muscles, like one of those characters from the fighting game she was never allowed to play as a kid. She wondered if mom would relax the rules for her as an adult.
Saki was next to use the bathroom. She'd already taken the bra off since it became difficult to walk around when only the lower half of her body was child-sized. She also felt like a freak having that oversized torso balanced on undersize legs.
Miku passed her on the stairs and took the opportunity to ruffle her little sister's hair. It was not often she'd get to be the older one in their relationship. Saki looked annoyed at this but didn't say anything. Miku was almost tempted to see if she could pick her up, but decided not to. She didn't want to risk upsetting mom.
When she got downstairs, her mom was busy talking to the girl who used to be her dad, who hadn't stopped being grumpy since he first got this new body.
"I'll sort it out soon, honey. Okay?"
"No, I am not okay! Tell me when you'll do it," said the girl.
"In fifteen minutes."
"Can I come with you?"
"I'm not going to go to the store, honey," said Yumika. "Sandra, the lady who works there, left her phone number on the receipt. I'll call her instead."
This seemed to satisfy Kimiya for a moment, until:
"Wait. Just because you're on first name terms with the checkout girl..."
"She is not just the checkout girl. She owns the business. If anyone is going to know how to fix a problem with a Miracle-Fit product, it's her."
"Wait!" said Kimiya. "Can you not tell her I'm your husband? It's just so embarrassing!"
"All righty then. But for now I'm going upstairs to have myself some me time. Please don't disturb me when I'm there."
The next fifteen minutes were spent laying in bed, thinking about Sandra. Yumi was amazed at how much confidence she'd gained, seemingly overnight, as a result of her Miracle-Fit underwear. And it wasn't just when she was out in public either. She actually found it easier to fantasize and think of herself as 'sexy,' even in the privacy of her own thoughts.
She couldn't remember a time she felt this liberated, even back before she was married.
She freshened herself up afterward, then walked over to the landline and punched in Sandra's number. The store owner picked up almost immediately.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi, this is a customer from yesterday. My name's Yumika,"
Introducing herself formally seemed to be a good start.
"Oh, hey there Yumi," said Sandra.
Yumi had said yesterday that she preferred this shortening of her name. She was impressed that Sandra even remembered it.
"Hey. It's good to hear your voice again."
She thought she was being a little forward with that remark, but then again Sandra returned it in kind.
"It'd be nice to see you again too."
Yumi could think of several appealing ways to respond to this, but she had to remember the reason why she'd made this call in the first place.
"Yeah, about that. I was having a problem with one of your products, and I wondered if you'd help me."
"Help you? Of course. What seems to be the problem."
Yumi was playing with the spot on her ring finger where the ring used to be, an old habit of hers.
"Well my, um... cousin tried on one of the smallest girls' panties by accident, and now he can't change back."
"Oh dear. That doesn't sound very good. Tell you what though - since I don't open the store on Sunday, I could arrange for a home visit. What time do you think works best for you?"
"Really? I wouldn't want to trouble you on your day off."
Damn, why did she have to say that. Yumi realized too late to stop herself that this could have come across as frigid.
"It's no trouble, honestly," said Sandra.
"Okay then," said Yumi, relieved to be offered a second chance. "How about..."
She wanted to say half an hour from now, but that would have sounded desperate.
"...Around 5:30?"
"Brilliant. What's your address?"
"5409, 11th Street."
"Got it. I'll see you soon."
"See ya."
"Byee!"
She hung up the phone and noticed just how much her heart was beating. She squeezed a hand between her breasts and felt it.
"Who was that?" came a child's voice from behind her. It was Saki. She was out of the bath now and wrapped in her towel.
"It's Sandra, from the Miracle-Fit store. She's coming over in a few hours to find out what went wrong with Kimmy's clothes."
"Cool!" Saki said with a smile. "I like Sandra,"
"That's good to hear."
Yumika wasn't sure how much to tell her, since she wasn't very sure if her daughters would approve of her doing this. And if one of them did, there was every chance the other one wouldn't. And if she told one of them, she'd have to tell both.
Anyway, it wasn't technically cheating if she didn't call it a date.
Oh, who was she kidding? This was totally a date.
"Anyway, I think I'll just be my normal age for the rest of the day. Where's Miku?"
"Your big sister? I think she's in her room."
Saki looked disconcerted by that remark. And Yumika quickly found out why.
"Wait. If she's an adult and I'm a kid, does that make her my big sister?"
"That's what she told me," Yumika said with a shrug.
"Oh, I am not having that," said Saki.
She barreled up the stairs to her room where she'd left the pretty pink bra and panties just before getting in the bath 15 minutes ago. They were nowhere to be seen now. And she was just about ready to panic.
A moment later, she shut the door, threw down the towel and began frantically searching for them. They were not in the wardrobe, nor on top of the wardrobe or in any of her drawers and cabinets. No one had been allowed to touch them, and she swore she would kill anyone who had.
But what if someone had hidden the underwear without touching it? And then she vaguely remembered throwing them on the bed. Of course! Someone had been in here and made the bed for her, probably Miku as some kind of prank. Maybe they were still there.
She dived head-first into the bedclothes and rooted around blindly for her underwear. She found one. She found both. Success! Still cocooned in the total darkness of her sheets and blankets, she effortlessly clipped on the bra, then slipped silently into her panties.
Saki pulled the bedclothes tight around her as she felt herself begin to grow. Her feet spread out, legs lengthened, and shoulders got broader. Each bra cup became filled by softness as her flat chest grew out into its adult form.
"Ahhh..." she said, her voice only somewhat muffled by the blankets, hearing it drop noticeably in pitch as she did so, reflecting the subtle changes that her vocal cords were going through.
Once her entire body had finished changing, she poked an arm out from under the bedclothes, then a leg, then her entire body. Saki emerged from her blankety cocoon in much the same way as a butterfly, feeling every bit as beautiful as one.
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