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Despite being a bit embarrassed, I called up my cousin. I knew it was a silly mistake, but I needed his help.“Hey Jerry.”

“What's up, Jimmy?”

“I screwed up bad.”

“What happened?” Jerry had an inkling of what was going on.

“I took the wrong potion!” I liked calling the elixir a potion. It made it sound like magic. There wasn't anything magical in the formula which transformed the bodies of people. There was a proven scientific basis for the transformation and how it worked. Regardless, it felt like magic to me, thus I always called it a potion.

“I always knew you wanted to be a busty woman.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

I had picked up two potions, one for me to transform me into a tall, dark handsome man in my thirties. One for my girlfriend to transform her into a busty cheerleader type. I hadn't told her about it. My plan was to take my formula and meet her in my new more mature state. I had taken the wrong vial.

“I took the antidote and then called you. I need a new potion for my girlfriend.”

Even though the elixir I consumed wouldn't transform me since taking the antidote, I needed a new potion for my girlfriend. My plan hadn't changed.

“You took the antidote?”

“Yeah.”

“Who told you to do that?”

“You did.”

“That was if you took the right formula. The antidote is very specific. It varies from person to person and from formula to formula. The right person has to take the right antidote, or there will be a problem.”

“What type of problem?”

“Firstly, the antidote won't work and you will start to transform.  Have you noticed any changed yet?”

“No.”

“Good, then there is time.”

“If we act quickly, there shouldn't be a problem. If you wait, you could be stuck like this for a couple of days. Go to my house and get the antidote base. Then bring it to me and I'll fix you up. But you'd better hurry, if the transformation is completed, it'll be hell to change you back as your entire DNA will be modified.”

“Where is the base?'

“At my apartment, of course. It's in the back bedroom in the night table drawer on the left side of my bed.”

“I'll meet you there.”

“No, I'm at the track, I have a few horses running today. Meet me here.”

“Can't I meet you at your apartment?”

“I can't go, besides why should I. You screwed it up. You come to me.”

“Jerry!”

“You're wasting time. You should have plenty, but hurry.”

I knew that Jerry didn't only own a few horses, he was also a degenerate gambler. He wouldn't leave the track. There wasn't any use in arguing with him.

I was wearing my jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. I hadn't gotten dressed for my date. I was waiting until the potion kicked in to put on the apparel that would fit correctly. I walked quickly to the closet and pulled out my quilted puffer jacket and exited my home. The drive to Jerry's apartment would take too long and then I would have to drive the farther distance to the track.

My car is parked on th street. As luck would have it, there is an Amazon van double parked by my car. It happens sometimes, but the delivery driver is just dropping off a package. I take the time to look in the mirror to see if I have transformed. I hadn't as of yet.  After waiting a couple of minutes, I turned on the engine and drove off. Only after I drive off do I realize that my feet were swimming in my sneakers. The transformation must have started.

The parkway took me to his neighborhood. I looked around for a parking spot. I had to park farther than I would have liked, but what can I do. I exit my vehicle.

I walked as quickly as I could, but as not fast as before. I couldn't run or walk fast anymore. If I tried my feet would fall out of my sneakers since they were now oversized for my smaller feet. There were other changes which I wasn't aware.  My muscle tone was fading, and my bones were becoming more refined (thinner).

I have to wait for the elevator. “Fuck it,” I'll take the stairs. My foot falls out of the shoe. I pick it up. I bend down to pick up both sneakers and run up the stairs two at a time. I put the shoes back on after exiting the stairwell.

I take the elevator up to the third floor. I take out my keys and find the one to Jerry's apartment. He had given it to me to allow me to retrieve the original potions. I still had it.

I stick the key in the lock. The key won't turn for a second. I think 'damn'. A moment later, it turned in the lock. I was just too anxious. I was changing already. I knew I had time, but I was still in a panic.

I enter the apartment, walk inside. I didn't bother to shut the door tightly. I was only going to be in there for a few seconds. I walk straight down the hall of the apartment. I have to curl my toes to keep my shoes from falling off. I walk past the kitchen, pass the bathroom, and into the back bedroom. The room is a mess. It's exactly the same as how I left it a couple hours before. Jerry didn't clean up much since his divorce.

The bed is to my right, in the middle of the room, adjacent to the wall with night tables on either side.

“Which side did he say the antidote is in?”

I decide it must be on the right side. I try that first. I open the drawer. It is filled with lots of crap. I looked through the drawer. The antidote isn't there.

I start to notice that my jeans are hanging lower than they should be. My waist is narrowing. As it did, the legs of my jeans lowered in kind. Good thing my hips and butt expanded to prevent my jeans from falling to my knees.

I moved around the bed and try the night table on the other side. The antidote was on top.

“Got it.”

“HELLO!” I hear. It wasn't Jerry's voice; it was the voice of a young girl. It was coming from inside the apartment. Someone had entered the open door.

I pull up my pants and depart the bedroom. I see my cousin's daughter, Erin. Not Jerry's daughter, but his brother Danny. She was in the apartment, carrying a kitten with her father.

Danny is a self-indulgent, fat bore that no one liked. Jerry would never allow Danny to have a key to his apartment. His daughter, Erin, was a sweet little five-year-old. It wasn't her fault who her father was. I hoped that she would survive a childhood with a father like hers. (Her mother wasn't a prize either. You had to have your own issues to marry Danny.)

“What are you doing here?” Danny asked. Erin was standing behind him, she was carrying a small kitten in her arms.

“I had to pick up something for Jerry. But I have to go now.”

“Is he coming back?”

“Not for a while.”

“I'll wait.”

“I don't think you should.”

I didn't want Danny to stay in Jerry's apartment. That wasn't a good thing for anyone.

The skin on my face (and other areas) had smoothed out. There wasn't a hint of stubble on my face, nor body hair anywhere. I was a couple inches shorter than I should be too. Not that it would have been easy to notice. Most of the changes were hidden under thick winder apparel. Such as the little bumps that were forming on my chest.

“He's my brother, I can wait here.”

“No, we all must go.”

“Daddy, I got to make wee-wee,” Erin informed us.

“At least let my daughter go to the bathroom first.”

“Umm, OK.” I couldn't deny the little girl.

“You can leave, I'll go when she is done.”

“I'll wait and we can all leave together.”

I knew I couldn't leave him alone in the apartment.

I took a seat; I could feel my newly huge and rounded butt on the seat. I had to leave. There would be a ten-minute drive to the track and then I would have to find Jerry. Fixing up the antidote would take a few minutes too. I knew I was starting to change. It was a good thing I was wearing a bulky jacket, or the changes would be extremely apparent.

I waited for Erin to relieve herself. How long could it take, three minutes?

“What have you been up to?” Danny asked. He wanted to make small talk. I didn't care. I needed to go.

“Oh, nothing much.”

“How are things with your girlfriend?”

Fine. I'm going to see her tonight. I have to go.”

“I see.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I adopted a kitten for Erin. We were in the neighborhood so I thought I would stop by.”

“You should have called.”

“I didn't.”

Erin had put the kitten down when she sat to pee. She finished up and stood up. Erin opened the bathroom door, the kitten ran out of the bathroom and under some furniture. Erin ran after it.

“CRINKLES!” she screamed.

My hand flew to my forehead. What else could go wrong.

“Here kitty, kitty!” Erin yelled.

I joined the hunt for the cat. Danny at 400 pounds couldn't bend down to help. He would point and say things like, “she went that way.”

There wasn't any reason to say that I knew where she ran. I have eyes.”

I ad to get down on my hands and knees to try and reach for the kitten. My pants are way too long for me now. My sneakers have fallen off my feet. My body is still transforming. I couldn't tell all the changes were happening. My lips were fuller, and my cheek bones had become higher. My face was certainly less angular. My breasts weren't just bumps anymore. They may have been hidden under my coat, but they were certainly breasts now, probably a B-cup. Although they hadn't finished growing yet.

Inside my body, new feminine plumbing was forming. My dick and balls were shrinking and other slight changes in all my organs were occurring.

I felt, for the first time in a couple of decades, that I was about to cry. An effect caused by my changing hormones.

Danny was useless when it came to trapping the scared kitten. Erin was only five and not much help either and the kitten itself was quick as a whip. Plus I was spending half my time pulling up my pants. I knew that when the transformation was complete, I would be pretty sixteen years old, five foot four with d-cup breasts and a 33-24-36 figure.

I would think I could corral it for it to scamper away. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes passed and still no luck capturing the kitten. We made an even worse mess to the apartment than it was before. In the pursuit of the kitten, furniture was moved and other items knocked over or out of place.

“Wait over there,” I pointed to Erin. “I'll flush him out.” My voice was getting higher. Whether Erin or Danny noticed, I didn't know. They didn't say anything. I had to force my voice into a lower register as I spoke.

We finally caught the cat. I knew I couldn't stand up. They would notice my lack of height.

“Leave now, I'll make sure everything is back in place.”

I knew that the lazy fuck that Danny was, he would leave to avoid helping.

He exited the apartment, and I made sure the door was closed.

I went into the bathroom to look at myself.

I could see the resemblance to myself in my face, but I definitely had a womanly face. Womanly wasn't the proper word, girlish was a better word, as I was starting to look like I was only in my teens at this point.

I was certainly shorter than I was. When I opened my jacket, I could see the mounds on my chest. They were unsupported with large areolas.  My shoulders were also narrower and my arms were hairless as well as my chin.  My hair hadn't grown any longer, but it had lightened and developed a wavy nature.

I got a message on my phone, it was from Jerry. “Where are you?”

I pulled my pants up, found my sneakers and zipped up my jacket. I left the apartment and returned to my car. I hoped there was enough time to reverse the changes the easy way.

On the way, I phoned Jerry and told him what had happened. He told me he would be in the owners box when I got there.

By the time I entered the track's parking lot, I was the blond bombshell teenager, I wanted my girlfriend to be. My dick and balls were long gone too.

Before getting out of the car, I had to fold my pant legs into cuffs and hold them up. My sneakers had already been abandoned from my tiny feet. My breasts had grown so much that even the bulky jacket I was wearing couldn't hide them. Even my pissed expression on my girlish face, looked adorable.

I made my way to the entrance, holding my pants so they wouldn't fall to the ground.

One final indignity, I was asked how old I was when I tried to enter the track. You had to be over 18.

I had to phone Jerry from outside the track. They wouldn't let me in. My real ID wouldn't help me. I didn't look anything like the man I had been.

Jerry couldn't stop laughing when he finally saw me.

“Jamie-Lynn, you finally made it!”

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