It had been a long day. A long week, a long month. Long enough. She had earned the right to splurge a little, spend some money on herself. Normally, she wouldn’t have purchased something so grandiose and extravagant, but it had come highly recommended by a friend who had used the product to get over the stress of a busy Christmas retail season. It did sound a little…out there when her friend had extolled it’s virtues, but Amber was always up for new experiences, and she had to admit, she was looking forward to this one.

She had everything planned out for a wonderful weekend. Her wise and experienced friend would be coming soon to pick her up and take her back to her flat, where a few items left behind by a roommate with a young child waited, dredged out of the storage and dusted free of spiders and lint. Amber had gotten a little ahead of herself in the department store, and had a number of outfits to wear for the excursion, none of which she was sure would fit her when she…slimmed down. The note on the box (hastily read in her excitement) stated that the little soother, or pacifier in other parlance, would take the user back down to a simpler age between two and three years old, so she tried to get clothes that were made of stretchy materials or bigger then she might need. She kept all of her receipts, just in case she had gotten it all wrong, It had been a very long time since she had been that small.

Now a pacifier that reduces one’s age might seem a simple flight of fancy, a mimsy bit of nonsense, but such is the world that Amber lives in. I didn't create it, but unfortunately for her, someone did. Products such as the soother lined the shelves in most specialty stores, doing all sorts of strange and wonderful things. Gender switching, muscle enhancing, body swapping...you name it.

Sadly, Amber might be a little too eager to unwind as she hastily tears open the colorful and unassuming box. A silly grin on her face, she pauses a moment before placing the pacifier in her mouth. "I hope I bought enough diapers...here's to the good old days, I guess."

A moment passed before anything started to happen. So long was that minute that it allowed Amber the slightest feeling of being robbed before POOF it was over. Suddenly, everything was enormous! Feeling unsure on her new legs, Amber toddled over to the full length mirror that hung on her bed room door, cheekily admiring her naked self. Giggling, she ran over to her bed, diving on top of it, enjoying the sensations her newly sensitive body brought forth. Her fur felt extra fuzzy, almost static charged, and as she wiggled into the clothes she had bought (beginning with a diaper, just in case) she could barely contain her excitement. She couldn't wait for her friend to arrive, to take her back home, where a crib and a nearby playground awaited. To be fed and looked after, without a single care in the world. Laying on the bed, sighing happily, it finally occurred to Amber that she should probably read the instructions a little more carefully, just in case something odd should come up. Her friend promised diaper duty, but anything beyond pee and Amber was on her own.

Walking back into the living room where she had dropped the container that housed the pacifier she currently was sucking on, her large eyes came across a warning she had earlier missed.

"No....no...that's not wight...I didn't....I didn't buy..."

But she had. In her haste and reletive affluence, she hadn't noticed the reason that this particular soother was so pricey. This was a REAL life changer, not just a temporary like her friend had used. The horror of what she had done was just setting in, as a loud knock suddenly rang out from her door...

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