A New Life: Book 1 of The Kinstone series

I’m not an overly ambitious person, with my only real drive being to collect anime, manga, and building models. I also loved looking forward to going to anime conventions held throughout the year, with my favorite being Ikkicon. If I did have something I was looking forward to at the very least, it would be my returning to Concordia University and my dream of becoming a teacher.

I lived simply in the northern part of Austin, generally working to supporting my hobbies and to my life in Lakeline. The area was perfect for someone like me, with all of shopping needs within striking distance of my apartment. I had a couple bookstores near me, a mall that was not even five minutes away.

If there was only one complaint, it would be that my job was half an hour from where I lived. Some of the other pleasures I enjoyed would be the farmers market that was held on Saturdays.

I also loved hanging out with Matt, whenever we were able to do so that is. But he would bunk with me for a couple cons out of the year, given my proximity to both Ushicon and Ikkicon. Next door to me is my friend and neighbor Phoenix, a great friend and fellow anime fan and gamer. He and I would often spend hours simply talking to each other.

I also kept in regular contact with my mom, often calling her to and from work. But I didn’t tell her everything that I did while I lived alone. All in all, I loved my simple and quiet life. That would all come crashing down, and in the most unexpected of ways.

When checking my mailbox in the middle of August, I was surprised to find a note within it. It was the kind of note the post office would put in our boxes that told us that we had a package at the leasing office.

I walked down to the office thinking to myself. What could have come in for me? Mom didn’t say she was sending me anything and I hadn’t ordered anything.

So I got to the office and asked about the package I had received. One of the ladies went into the side room and returned with a large, navy-blue travel case.

I looked at it puzzled; even the sender’s address was unfamiliar to me. But I still took it regardless since it was addressed to me, and I could always use more luggage.

The case felt quite heavy as I rolled it home, “What the hell could be in this thing?” I thought to myself.

I got back into my apartment and hoisted the case onto my bed and opened it. Inside I found tons of clothes meant for a teenage girl. I blushed and felt embarrassed, feeling my face burning deeply red as I stared at the contents.

“This has to some kind of prank,” I said out loud.

I looked over the surface content trying to understand why someone would send this to me. Until I saw an envelope on top, it had a message on saying, Put me on and see yourself changed.

I was taken aback slightly, so I opened the envelope, and inside was a necklace with an ice blue colored quartz-like crystal attached to it encased in a silver setting and hung from a bluish-silver chain, the ends of which had clasps on them.

It was quite pretty, with even the clasps having a drum-style to them, even being engraved. I held the necklace, simply staring into it. I placed the necklace around my neck, feeling somewhat foolish. As I connected the clasps, I heard them click. The crystal then began to glow.

The first thing I noticed was the hairs on my arms began to recede; I then saw the same on my chest and then my legs. My skin smoothed and softened. I watched as my arms began to shrink in size, becoming slimmer, more feminine. My hands grew smaller, but my nails grew slightly longer. My legs begin to follow suit.

The room slowly began to grow bigger as a tingling sensation crept through my body. My feet shrank in size, feeling that my shoes becoming too big for them. My legs slimmed and became thinner, then feeling my hips taking more of a rounded shape.

I hunched over in pain as my torso began to shrink, I then felt a tightening in my waist, becoming more curved. My shoulders also slowly shrunk in width. My stomach then smoothed, toned, becoming a petite, quite feminine body, and my hips swelled in size as my whole body shrank in height.

My pants then dropped to my ankles as they no longer fit my shrinking waistline. I look over my body as it grew more and more feminine in shape. I felt my hair stretch out from my scalp, as though someone was pulling it straight out of me. My face contorted, I felt the bones smooth out and my face soften.

What happened next, I couldn’t believe even more then what just now had happened to me. I felt small lumps under my shirt, feeling a new weight growing as the lumps began to balloon. I blushed I saw how my shirt rested over them. They were soft and plump, easily fitting in my new hands.

I blushed, feeling something between my legs beginning to shift and reorder. I then felt my insides burning; something swirled within me as the changes finally came to an end.

I panted heavily as the transformation finally came to an end, feeling exhausted. I got up but wobbled about my room, nearly tripping over my pants. My new, lighter body moved differently than before, and I had to use my dresser for support until I was able to walk on my own.

I noticed that my glasses had fallen off so I knelt down to pick them up. When I went to put them on, I saw that my vision had actually worsened with them on. I placed them onto my dresser, becoming very curious.

I went to my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror, nearly tripping over my pants. I blushed as I easily slipped out of my shoes. My shirt now felt completely oversized as it draped over my torso.

I turned on the light and nearly screamed in utter shock as I stared at myself in the mirror. My mouth hung open and trembled as I now saw a teenage girl where a thirty year old man should be standing.

I had become a rather pretty young girl, not quite most popular girl in high school, but somewhere close to it. Age wise, I looked to be about either fifteen or sixteen. The first thing I noticed was my eyes, which were now a much more vibrant shade of blue.

I moved my hands over my new face; it was now smaller, slightly angular. My nose was looked slightly smaller than it should on my face. My blonde hair now reached just passed my shoulders, straight and slightly uneven and a little messy, and with some volume to it.

My new bangs hung over my eyebrows, being parted, uneven, and with strands that flung outwards in some places. I ran my fingers through it, loving at how soft it felt. My skin shone brightly in the light, almost glimmering.

I also noticed that I was now much shorter than I was before, by at least nine to ten inches shorter. I stroked my new body, blushing deeply, trying to think that this was a dream. Even my teeth had been remade, all new and shiny.

Horror then flooded into my mind as questions of if or how I could change back into a man or if this was permanent. I panted heavily in terror of what I was going to do. My fingers grabbed my hair tightly as I dropped to my knees.

“What am I going to do?” I asked.

My mouth then dropped again as I heard my new voice. It was higher in pitch and very young in tone. It reminded me of a couple of the high school girls that I worked with, but with a minor heavy inflection.

I felt as though I was going to go to have a panic attack as I panted even harder. After a couple minutes I finally was able to settle myself down. I eyed the crystal on the necklace.

“If this can turn me into a girl, then it should be able to turn me back.” My eyes then flared wide as came to yet another realization, “M…magic is real,” letting go of my hair.

I took a long deep breath, slowly standing back up. I wobbled slightly as I gripped the sink counter. My body trembled, taking another look at myself in the mirror, again coming to realization that this was real. I soft smile rose on my lips as I nodded.

I went back into my room and looked at the case, I went through it and found some white panties. I held them softly in my arms as I stared at them. My face blushed, stepping into them and sliding them up my legs.

My body shook from nervousness as I put them on. They felt soft against me, feeling my face burning red as I stood in front of my bed. I then found a matching bra and put it on, feeling how tight they felt on my chest. My heart was racing in my chest as I wore my new underwear.

I even took a picture of my new face, studying every feature that I could see. I sat on my bed, moving my hands over my body, loving how soft and smooth it was now. I felt my hair resting partially over my shoulder and down my back, it was so different but I found it to be quite comfortable.

I looked at my feet, seeing that my socks were dangling off of them. I giggled as I stared at them, kicking them off of my feet with ease. My feet were now much smaller as well, maybe by half if not smaller. I smiled as I wiggled my toes. I then blushed, feeling the ceiling fan overhead blowing against me.

“I…I guess I should take another look at I have to wear,” nervously smiling.

I got up and gently looked through the case again, finding blouses, skirts, dresses, pants. It just kept going on and on, it was like someone had put a TARDIS into a case or like Hermione’s bag from Harry Potter.

It was endless, over thirty pairs of shoes, thirty underwear sets, and three dozen pairs of socks ranging from normal socks to frilly ones, along with dozens of mini backpacks and purses. There was also a makeup kit, hair brushes, and some creams and lotions.

I also found a book labeled “The basics on being a girl”. I smiled, knowing that I would have to read it. Hidden in a smaller case was a new phone. At first it was odd but then I figured it was meant as a separate line, not tied to my family.

I was shocked to find a few several Lolita and wa lolita outfits, cosplay outfits, wigs, tails and ears. I nearly stumbled back when I found a snow Miku outfit, with a matching wig. Next to them I saw a set of matching fox ears and a bundle of fox tails. I couldn’t believe that someone had actually sent me a nine-tailed Miku cosplay. I decided to put it on.

The outfit itself didn’t take that much effort to slip on. I slid my hair into a hairnet, and put on the wig. I fastened the ears to it and hooked the tails around my waist and fixed my top around it. My face was sweating from the entire experience. I picked up my phone and went back to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

My face was a deep red as I looked over myself. I then giggled at myself, twirling and posing, taking a few pictures as I stood there. After a while I took off the outfit and decided to try on a wa Lolita dress.

The outfit felt light yet soft and warm against my body. I slid on the hose and clipped on the shoes. The soft purple and pink dress flowed over my body, embracing me.

I felt…softer, more demure, like a doll. I walked around my apartment, getting used to the platform geta. I then took it off, and tried on a few more outfits.

I finally decided to wear something more casual. I slid on a soft blue shirt, with a pair of shorts and long knee socks. I headed for my futon and sat down.

I held my legs close into my chest and merely sat there, rocking back and forth, reflecting on what I had been experiencing. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t actually dreaming about any of this.

I twirled my long hair my fingers, still processing the previous hour. I stared softly into my TV, seeing my reflection within it, seeing the young, teen-aged girl within the darkened screen. My body then trembled softly as stared aimlessly at myself.

I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do at that point. If I couldn’t change back into a man, then what were my options going to be moving forward? I sighed heavily as I stared at my knees. I knew had to come up with something,

An hour had passed before I got onto my computer. While I was checking my email, I saw one from someone I didn’t recognize. At first I was going to ignore it until I read the first line from the menu stating, “Hello, my sweetling, I see you have received your package.” A cold chill ran down my spine as I opened the email and began to read it.

“Hello, my sweetling,

I see that you have received your package. Without a doubt you’ve already been playing around with its contents. Now, do not be alarmed, but I have been watching you for quite some time. Your fantasies are known to me. So have been your dreams.

You possess a unique heart and mind that I have become enamored with. You’re gentle yet fierce, soft but strong, possessing a maiden’s soul, but still a gentleman in mind and body. You must also understand that this isn’t a disguise nor an illusion, but rather a real form to live in.

In time, I will send for you. We have much to discuss. The case also contains a new wallet with identification cards. Your new name is on it while you are in your “other form”. Also attached to this email are some dietary suggestions due to the transformation consuming a great deal of energy.

Do not be worried though. After a while your body will soon adjust to it. Just be healthy and be safe. This email also contains the location a very lovely little coffeehouse that I highly recommend to you. The phone I sent you is for your female side, it’s a way to keep your soon-to-be dual-lives a secret.

Finally, if you are concerned about how you are able to shift between forms, then fear not. All you have to do to transform between forms is merely stroke the clasps with your right index finger twice and your left index finger once while you are wearing it.

You must also consciously will for the change to occur. The necklace cannot be forcibly removed from you either. These are protections that I give to you, my dear.

I can’t wait until we are able to meet one another. But in the meantime, enjoy your new dual life, my sweetling. Know that I love you completely and am here if you need anything from me. Male or female, I love all of you.

Until then, my love,

R.R.”

I must’ve read that email a dozen times, still not sure of what to make of it. I looked over the attachments and actually found the dietary suggestions rather appealing. I researched the coffeehouse the sender talked about, and thought that I might check it out.

I pulled out a wallet and looked inside, finding an ID. I read over the name, ARIANNA LUCINDEL EDGE. I blushed even harder, seeing that the person within the ID was in fact me and also the last name was my own. I just kept asking who really sent this to me and how they knew my name.

I eventually had to get ready for work so took off my female clothes, and removed the necklace, following the instructions given in the email. I hunched over in pain as my body reverted back to its original form. I panted and sweated, as thought I had just run five miles. I felt a little more toned afterwards, smiling softly.

I looked forward to when I would wear the necklace again. I sighed and quickly got ready for work. I zipped up the suitcase and hid it away in my closet, hiding the necklace in it. I then grabbed up my things and headed out the door.

All throughout my shift, I couldn’t help but think about what I had experienced. There were times when I thought it all just a dream I had while taking a nap. This was a constant feeling I would have after doing something out of the ordinary and then moving onto whatever would be considered normal for my day.

A great example of this would be when I would come home from an early shift at work or even going out early to a store. It was as though whatever I had done before had never happened. I decided to keep all of it a secret, for obvious reasons.

The night itself wasn’t particularly anything of note, and with the fact that I had to close that night further exasperated my frustration, nearly making me forgetting what happened altogether. The long drive home allowed me a chance to finally clear my head.

Lakeway was a fair distance from Lakeline, being one of the many reasons why I hated working there. I sighed heavily as I drove along the dark roads of 620. But my spirits lifted once the sight of Lakeline Mall came into view, signaling that I was only a mere five to six minutes from home. I finally pulled into my complex, easily and thankfully, finding a parking spot right in front of my apartment.

When I walked into my apartment, I stripped out of my work clothes and looked to find more comfortable ones. I peered over to my dresser and my eyes grew wide as I looked upon the closet. It was then that I realized what had happened to me earlier did indeed happen. I pulled out the suitcase and then retrieved the necklace.

My fingers trembled as I slipped the necklace around my neck, clasping it. I looked over onto the bed and saw the instructions. After reading over them again, I closed my eyes and allowed the magic of the necklace to flow into me once more.

As was with earlier, I doubled over as my body began its slow transformation into a teenage girl. This time I stumbled onto the floor, panting heavily, and feeling sweat roll down my new body.

I was grateful that it was late at night and that no one could peer in on me. I gathered myself and rose to my feet. I looked over to the bed and saw the suitcase which held the necklace.

I blushed softly as I opened and rummaged through its contents, finding a clear pair of underwear a set of pajamas, slipping into them. I sealed up the suitcase and stashed it into my closet. I knew at some point that I would have to come up with better idea as to how I was going to deal with it, nearly wishing I had a second dresser. I closed my closet and curled up onto my bed.

I lied there, ever still in utter disbelief that I was now a teenage girl. A sly smile ran across my face, as fantasies ran through my mind. A dark chill then ran down my spine that if anyone knew what had happened to me, I would ostracized or worse.

I curled up even tighter into a ball as I ran thousands upon thousands of scenarios through my mind. I eventually calmed myself down, giving a firm slap to my face.

“I’m not going to enjoy any of this if I’m just going to lay around and do nothing but worry about this all the time,” I said in my teenage voice. I sighed as I rolled over to my bedside table, seeing the instruction book and began to read it, easily finding myself lost within its pages.

The booklet spoke of the simple daily duties that entailed with being a girl, giving detail into daily hygiene, and even a few tips on hair-styling, which gave me a slight smile.

There were some pointers on behavior and how to differentiate from being a man and girl. Some of it was confusing, but then I remembered tomboys, so I played with different ideas of how I could act as a girl.

As I poured deeper into the book, I was even further surprised to find a couple chapters on Lolita fashion. It even had a couple passages on the lifestyle, something I found fascinating. It spoke how to act more like a proper lady, acting demure and well-mannered.

I had also loved the designs of how the outfits looked and how varied the different styles were, finding them rather cute. I especially was a fan of Wa Lolita, given my love of kimonos. I smiled as I looked over the styles pictured within the book. There was so much detail within the book that I really couldn’t fathom it all.

I slowly began to lose track of the time and before I knew it, it was past one in the morning. I sighed as I turned off my lamp and curled up into my bed, slowly falling asleep. My thoughts swooned with everything that I had experienced that day, and even smiled as I was going to sleep as a teenage girl. Sleep slowly and finally took over as I drifted off completely.

Part I