Lost and Found, Part 1

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This is one of several projects I've been working on off-and-on for a while (a list which does include continuing some of the longer stories, I should mention). It's basically a quick, silly one-and-done in four parts, and I'm publishing all 4 in a row this week now that I've finished writing them all. This isn't nearly as ambitious as The Academy was; I basically had a dumb idea for a premise, generated images for the story I wanted to tell, and ran with it.

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Part 1: What's That?

"...Huh."

It wasn't every day that Jared did his laundry. Okay, to be honest, it wasn't quite every week. After all, between all of the classes he was taking and maintaining his social life, he had a hard time fitting in a trip down to the dorm's laundry room to sit and wait for the washer and dryer to finish their work. He certainly didn't have time to wait around on someone else if all the machines were full, leading to an increasing trend of him trying to strategize his laundry time to when he thought absolutely nobody else would be there. That sort of thing was what led him to do it around lunchtime on a weekday, when normal, sane people who didn't have classes were eating. It didn't mean the place was perfectly deserted, but his chances of getting his load done were pretty good.

But all of that is rather beside the point. Which is: After he hauled the heavy basket full of freshly-laundered laundry up to the dorm room, set it down, and started pulling out its contents to fold and put away, he found something unusual. He'd gotten about halfway down and pulled out a shirt, shaking it out to make sure static cling hadn't trapped a sock inside of it or something, when something fell out and clattered on the floor. His immediate instinct was, naturally, to put the shirt down, bend over and pick up the object, all before even registering what exactly it was.

As far as he was concerned in that instant, it might have been just about anything he'd stuck in a pants pocket over the past week or so and forgotten to remove. But it turned out this wouldn't have fit in a pocket at all—at least, not all of it. He realized that once he had it in his hand: It was too long for that, even though it was fairly thin, about as thick as his middle finger. It was cylindrical in shape, lightweight—perhaps made of plastic—and black except for a bit of white at each of the ends.

In short, it wasn't every day that one stumbled across a magic wand.

The most reasonable conclusion, which Jared's mind jumped to as soon as he'd properly registered the object he was holding in his hand, was that someone else had, somehow, misplaced it in the dryer. He hadn't checked all that carefully while throwing his own clothes in, so it could've been there. Maybe it should've made enough noise for him to notice, but...then again, the laundry room was a pretty noisy place to begin with. His clothes could've prevented it from hitting the walls of the dryer, too.

"Weird." It seemed like some cheap knockoff toy, not likely to be something anyone would seriously miss. But Jared was an honest enough guy. He thought he might take it back downstairs once he was through folding his clothes and, if nobody immediately rushed up to him wanting it back, maybe set it on a table. Leave a hastily-scribbled note, even, indicating that it had been in a dryer. However, he also found the situation bizarre enough to crack a little joke to himself about it all before putting the thing down.

And so, he waved the wand dramatically, like he was in a Harry Potter movie or something, and recited a fake spell: "Abracadabra, alakazam! Fold my clothes, as quick as a...uh...a lamb?" While he stumbled on the last bit, it at least otherwise had decent meter, and..a singular rhyme, anyway. He wouldn't have expected anyone to be impressed with the performance, but it was only to himself anyway. He certainly didn't expect...well, what happened next.

With Jared's final swing of the plastic wand that had shown up in his laundry, there was a sudden, visible spark, like a miniature bolt of lightning, that went out from its tip to his clothes hamper, spreading out from there across the remaining laundry within. "What the...?" Right away, the clothes at the top were pulled up, the sparks that had spread along them impossibly puppeteering them up into the air and folding them neatly with a few swift motions before sweeping them over into a stack on his bed. Then the next ones below those followed suit.

Seeing this, of course, left Jared pretty dumbfounded. "What the..!?" There was no way—no way that that fake, toy wand was really, seriously, literally magic! Right? It was impossible. Hand shaking slightly, he raised the wand up in front of his eyes, holding it vertically so it was pointed up at the ceiling. "No way!" he said, and then, "Ow!"

Jared wasn't one to say 'ow' suddenly and out of nowhere, of course. Rather, when he was looking at the wand in shock, it had suddenly—seemingly, at least—shocked him! It was a minor one, like he'd grabbed a doorknob after shuffling along some carpet in his socks. It was still enough of a surprise for him to drop the thing, which made the same clattering noise as it had when hitting the floor the first time.

"That was...that was a coincidence, right?" he said to no one in particular, still watching his clothes pick themselves up and fold themselves like they were Merlin's furniture in The Sword in the Stone. "It can't...! I mean, I don't know what, but..!" His confusion about the clothes, however, was going to have to wait, because at this point Jared finally noticed something that had been happening since the wand had shocked him—physically, that is, not emotionally. The way he noticed was the feeling of something tickling his cheeks...followed by the sight of some of his own bright blond hair falling down in front of his eyes.

"Wha..hair?!" he mumbled incredulously, reaching up a hand to feel it. It was indeed there—locks that before had hardly made it to his upper cheeks now threatening to brush his shoulders, and with his hand on them he could even feel their motion as they kept on growing out. "How...what..?" But hair was soon the least of his worries.

"Aah!" Jared jumped slightly as he felt a somewhat bizarre sensation. It was kind of like the feeling of the static shock the wand had given him a moment ago, except that somehow it didn't hurt, and rather than being a single burst localized to the hand holding the wand, it felt like it was racing all across his skin: starting from his scalp, dancing down his face to his neck, then along his torso and arms and, of course, the rest of the way down to his hips, legs and feet, all in the perhaps second-or-so that his surprised utterance came out.

By now, Jared could feel the weight of long, golden locks on his shoulders, and maybe a third of the way down his back, too. But there wasn't much room for comment on that, as another weird feeling followed the last. "Wh-wha~at...!?" His voice cracked strangely as he tried to react to the staticy feeling, only to be interrupted by a strange sort of inward pressure hitting him all over. "Aa~aah..!" He let out another startled yelp in a higher pitch than before, another voice-crack interrupting it midway through. "Muh-my, vo~oi~ce..!?" It audibly changed in his throat, the pitch rising higher still!

There was just too much going on to react to all of fast enough. While he'd noticed his voice changing, Jared's perspective had noticeably sunk downward, his body's very height diminishing a good few inches in that time alone. Not only height, but size overall fled his form in response to the strange pressure on his body, causing his shirt and pants to loosen around a slimming torso, narrowing shoulders, and thinning limbs.

"Aah, aa~aah, aa~aah..!?" The pressure grew stronger, and Jared's perspective sank faster. His shrinking accelerated enough for him to feel his shirt tent out around his body before gravity had it falling back down awkwardly around his shoulders. Between his entire self getting smaller and his voice rising higher, he had the bizarre thought that he was like a deflating balloon. He might've been happy to lose the fat quickly shrinking away from his belly, but not all the rest of this! Besides which, he was starting to feel kind of...weird, down between his legs.

A cape of golden blond hair flowed out from the back of his head by now, the tips of the long, soft locks falling as far as the top of his hips—although this was less distance than it would've been a moment ago. Though he couldn't see it, his face had long since lost the complexion of a man, taking on instead a soft, delicate look and rounded shape that best fit words like "cute". When he felt his pants slipping down his now-slender legs, a small, delicate hand rushed to grab at them, but only just caught his boxers to spare them the same fate; the legs exposed in this manner were covered in soft, smooth, hairless skin. And when he let out a soft, confused "Mm~mnnh..!?" at the feeling of his manhood starting to gently tug itself inward, the voice that came out was much too high to be that of any man.

"I..w-wha..?" The pressure across Jared's body was gone all of a sudden, leaving him small and slender, with a soft, flat belly. This wasn't much comfort, however, as he began to understand what was really happening—the slipping sensation downstairs being more than enough to work it out. "Nuh, no, I'm..a guy..! I-I'm...mm~mngh..." He felt the warmth of a blush on his cheeks, and even as it..retreated away, his manhood was strangely excited by what was happening.

"A, a, b-boy..?" Jared's high, cute, girlish voice said hesitantly, followed by a soft, breathy "Aa~ah..!" as the tugging down there grew even stronger. Then there was no more time to protest his gender, as Jared now experienced the feeling of his last bit of manhood melting away, reforming rapidly into something exceedingly different.

"I, I...aa~aa~aAAA~AAaaah...!" This final cry he began as a man, but she ended it as a woman, all of the necessary equipment for that sex forming itself into place astoundingly fast. Just as swiftly, the new girl felt a weird, fuzzy feeling deep inside those new parts that made her cry out helplessly once again, an incredibly feminine "Mm~mm~mMMM~MMMMmmmnn~nnhh..!" accompanying a rapid outward push from the area surrounding her new womanhood that grew her hips wide enough to hold onto the boxers she'd just let go of due to all the distraction, along with some thick thighs and a generous, soft bottom to match.

Coming out of this burst of girlish pleasure, Jared stammered in shock. "Wha, wha, wha—I, I'm..!?" But this was as far as she got before feeling an electric feeling, a jolt not unlike the ones racing across her skin before—only this one coursing through her core, making its way up her midsection to her chest before spreading all the way out across its surface. This was followed immediately by a burst of growth, a forward push centered on each of her nipples that suddenly formed a pair of bumps—the beginnings of a girl's breasts.

"Mm~mMM~MMM~Mmn~nnh..!" The swelling bosom was incredibly sensitive, stimulating the new girl even more strongly than she'd been upon first changing. "Ah, aa~aah..!" Jared could never have imagined wanting her chest to get bigger, but now that it was, and in the throes of feminine pleasure sparked by their growth, that was just the desire she found herself with. And so the little bumps swelled up bigger and bigger, pushing against the material of her ill-fitting shirt, until they had become a nice pair of womanly breasts, not huge but impossible to deny—and certainly big enough to match the generous curves of her lower body. "M-mngh..ah, aa~aah..!" All the while, she was treated to something of a full-course preview of the sort of enjoyment her new sex could experience that she could never have before. And when it did finally end, Jared found herself letting out a high, breathy "Aa~aah..." as a mixture of relief and satisfaction washed through her.

"H-hff, hff...!" As the new girl panted helplessly in the wake of the sudden change, some electric sparks arced out of her body and ran across the clothes she was—or recently had been—wearing, and those clothes began to come alive and move. Unlike those affected by her earlier attempt at a spell, however, these clothes didn't just move around, but actually began to change. The shirt grew rapidly tighter around her small, slender form, but not much shorter. Instead, it spread out quite a bit near the bottom, turning frilly and ruffled as that lower bit became the skirt of a dress. Her poor boxers shrank all at once into a pair of tiny panties, their snug fit between her legs emphasizing her new sex all the more. And her lost pants raced their way back up her legs as two separate pieces of soft cloth, pulling tight around them as a pair of very long dark socks reaching up past her knees. Not even this seemed to be enough either, as the electricity generated a few pieces of brand new clothing too: A bra and an undershirt appeared beneath her shirt-turned dress, a bright yellow ribbon tied itself around its collar, and, last of all, a huge, wide-brimmed hat sparked itself into existence a few inches above her head before gently dropping itself down onto it, proving itself to be a perfect fit.

"I...wh-wha..." Finally catching her breath, Jared looked down and patted her small hands at various bits of her new body and outfit. Lifting the front of her skirt briefly gave her a full view of some soft, luscious thighs and the soft panties clinging strangely close and flat between them. Feeling embarrassed to even see such a thing, she quickly pushed the skirt back down over it!

"WHAAAAAAT!?"