The Wishing Blanket By Little Katie

It was January, New York City was cold as hell. I had lost my job last month and hadn't found anything since. For some reason or another people found fault with me. My funds were running low and so was my quality of life. I needed to get out of this place or it was going to be the death of me. Luckily, I had money saved up that I was planning on buying a car with; that wasn't going to happen now though. The other day I had a dream that if I stayed in the place I was my life would be over. Pretty much it already was. Getting as far away from this hell hole was what I needed to pull myself out of the rut I was in. I decided Florida was as good a place as any to go to so, with about $400 dollars, a duffel bag full of clothes and my Bible I headed down to the Port Authority bus terminal.

The Terminal was busy; hell there isn't a place in this city that isn't busy. I waited in a line that had no end, content in thinking that this was the last New York experience I would have in a while. I finally got to the counter. The lady standing there, neither looking friendly nor acting courteous, said "Where are you going?"

"Tampa, Florida" I replied

"That will be $110 sir."

"One-ten!" I all but shouted, "The web page and your ads say 79 bucks anywhere."

"Sir, that is with a 7 day advanced purchase. If you want I can arrange for it to be for next week."

"Lady, I have no place to stay for a week, and if I spend $110 I won't have a place in Florida either. Is there anything you can do?"

"Sorry sir"

My frustration level was rising. It was at that point a gentleman tapped me on the shoulder. Being in New York I spun around, ready to defend myself if needed. Standing in front of me was a well-dressed gentleman. He had on a brown sports coat and white turtleneck, his well groomed blonde hair and mustache made me realize that he probably wasn't going to mug me. I relaxed a little, but my guard was still up.

"Sir," he started, "Sorry for prying but I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma. I don't normally do this, but we have a charter bus going back to the Tampa area and we have one seat open if you want you can come with us. After all it's what the good Lord would want us to do." He chuckled a little and tapped my Bible.

"I would love to, you're a real life saver. If you knew the trials I was going through this winter." I laid the Christian 'talk' on pretty good even though I wasn't as close to God as I knew I should be.

"Then it's settled, meet us at gate 47. We will be leaving in about half an hour."

I thanked him again and watched him walk away. A half hour gave me enough time to get a hot dog from a vendor right on the street. Nothing like a New York hot dog, best meal for a dollar. I still had 20 minutes and, not knowing the condition of the bus, I decided I better use the restroom facilities while I could.

I did my business and was washing up. I looked at the reflection in the mirror. How did I get to be so fat? I did not like what I saw staring back at me. A good looking face hidden under too much fat, a hairline that was receding and gray hair. Too much gray for being 27, when I get to Florida this look will be gone if I have to kill myself to accomplish it I will be presentable. Hardly did I know I was speaking more prophecy then I realized. Time was coming near and I decided to head towards the gate to be sure I wasn't left behind."

I found gate 47 and standing there was a pretty woman, about mid 30's I would guess. She had long, flowing brown hair and her blue eyes had a glimmer to them. Her khakis and blouse did little to hide that she was a very fit person. I didn't see the gentleman that I had talked to and hoped this wasn't going to create a scene. She waved over to me and that made me relax a bit. I strolled over to her.

"Hi, I'm Linda. Ken told me to look for you."

"Oh, his name is Ken? We didn't actually introduce ourselves before. I'm Kevin."

"Well Kevin, nice to meet you." She held out her hand and gave a feminine shake. "Is that your only bag."

"Unfortunately all I own is in here, but it's enough to get by."

"Well lets put it underneath the bus for now, we will be making stops along the way for food and such."

I handed Linda my duffel bag. Seeing that all my belongings were in there, one would think I would be hesitant, but for some reason I felt I could trust them. I watched as she loaded it under the bus on top of some other bags, I noticed that the most of the bags there looked like they were for the younger crowd.

"Well Kevin, hope on in. We'll be leaving soon."

I climbed on the bus. Ken was sitting in the drivers seat. I smiled at him when I saw him, he smiled back and gave a tip of his hat. "Glad you made it, just take whatever seat is open and enjoy the trip." He said and motioned his head towards the back.

I turned and to my amazement the 30 seat bus was filled with young girls. "What did I get myself into?" I wondered to myself. I made my way to the back where the only seat available was. Sitting by the window was a pretty little girl, long blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in a parka and what looked to be 3 layers of pants. She looked at me and smiled cutely.

"If you want the window I'll move sir." Her voice soft and sweet and very well mannered rose to my ears.

"No honey, that's OK, I'll sit on the end."

Her face lit up, I guess she really did want that window seat after all. "Thank you." she replied in the same sweet voice but this time a little more bubbly. I sat down, I was glad that I wasn't sitting next to an adult, my large size usually makes the trip uncomfortable for me and whatever poor sap I sit next to.

"Are you ready to get back to warm weather?" Ken shouted.

The kids screamed and hollered "yeah" and cheered some.

"Then lets move out!" and with that the bus started to roll.

This trip was definitely going to be interesting with all these kids.

"Mister, my name is Nicole, what's yours?" my seat buddy asked.

"I'm Kevin, and may I say Nicole is a lovely name."

"Are you going back to your family? That's what I'm doing, I haven't seen them in a week."

"No Nicole, I don't have any family down there in Florida."

"Oh!" she exclaimed "are you going to miss your family then since your going to Florida."

"I don't have any family here either, I haven't for a long time."

"That's sad, you must miss them terrible."

"Sometimes I do, but I don't even know where they've gone and it's sometimes for the best."

With that the conversation died down a little. Linda came back, checking on the kids, and I supposed, me too.

"Linda, is there anyway to get some heat?" I asked as the bus seemed a bit cold. We've been driving for about an hour and I assumed it would have kicked in, but it hadn't."

"Sorry," she replied "the heat went out earlier in the week on the way up and we couldn't afford New York prices to get it fixed. We have some hot cocoa if you need something to warm you up."

"Yes please." Linda came and gave me a shot of hot cocoa and it did help a bit. I looked over and saw Nicole reaching under the seat, she pulled out a big purple quilt, it had some yellow stars on it and some moons here and there.

"Mister, if you want you can share with me."

"I can't turn that down, but please call me Kevin"

"O. K. Kevin", she giggled "Get on under, it's big enough for two."

It was a very thick quilt, and large too, maybe queen size. The warmth was well welcomed. Nicole was evidently brought up well and was very courteous. My own brother and sister were the total opposite, and thinking of her question about family before made me glad I didn't see them anymore. It did make me curious to get to know her family situation though.

"So looking forward to seeing your mom and dad again, huh Nicole?"

"Yes, New York was fun but I missed them so much you can't believe." Her excitement about seeing them made me picture them as great, loving parents.

"Do you have brothers or sisters?"

"No," she frowned, "I wish I had a little sister but mom can't have any more kids, so its just three of us."

"Well you know what Nicole, I wish I had parents like yours, then I'd look forward to seeing them too."

I really don't know why I said it, I didn't really know anything about them. I guess because of the excitement Nicole was displaying, I kind of felt sorry that my parents weren't there for me as they should.

"Ya, a little sister would be nice to play with and to do stuff with" Nicole continued.

"You would make a terrific big sister Nicole, I can tell already, I wish I had a sister like you when I was growing up."

Nicole just laughed. "It's getting dark. I think I'll nap now Kevin."

She was right it was getting darker out and these bus trip seem to take any energy out of you. For some reason my eyes seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, a nap does sound like a great idea.

"Kevin can I hug up on you to get warmer?" she asked.

"How can I refuse." I put my arm around her shoulder. For some reason it made me feel safe to be holding her, like a puzzle piece of my life had just been connected. It was a quaint thought at least. I laid my head back, counted a few snowflakes and drifted off to sleep. "Soon things will be better, I'll be in Florida, nice and warm" I thought as for the first time in a long time I contently fell asleep.

My dream was odd. It was odd not only because the content, but because of the fact that I realized I was dreaming. I was standing in a bathroom, a dank, secluded bathroom at that. Looking at myself in the mirror. The fat man in the mirror stared back aimlessly. The fat began to melt away, the gray hair was turning dark again. I looked healthy again. Then I started getting younger. I didn't realize it at first, but there I was, 20 again. Now a teen. A skinny teen at that and muscular, which I never was. Then the image changed to what I actually looked like at 16, fat and unhappy. I saw two people in the reflection laughing at me. Then the fat faded away and I saw a girl in the mirror, petite and cute. I didn't know who this was, I figure probably a mixture of several girls I knew back then. Then my face again, this time younger, maybe 10, maybe 8, but without the overbite I had. Then what I actually looked like back then, fat and misproportioned. An image of me wheezing up the stairs. Then the girl again, only this time younger as well. The image showed her running, I wish I knew who she was, she's a doll. Then me again as a 3 year old. First image showed me a little pudgy, playing with toys. The next showed a more realistic view, crying in the corner, covered with bruises. My mother standing over me, "You'll never be good enough, it was such a mistake to have you, you've ruined my life." This dream swapped from joy to horror so quick that I was unsettled and yet wanted to see where it lead. Then that girl again, now three also. Sleeping on a huge sofa, sucking her thumb and holding a doll.

"I wonder if I'm seeing the love of my life" I spoke in my dream. Maybe I'm seeing her life during the times that we were the same age, maybe I'm to meet her when I get to Florida." That thought warmed me greatly.

The next image came into the mirror. It was me again, sleeping. It was odd because I was sleeping on my back and I never do, I always need to be on my side or stomach. I got a view from further away.

"Wait, its a casket" I yelled. "I'm dead!" Two guys started to close the casket. "No wait! I can't be dead, I can't!"

I woke up with a gasp. I was covered in sweat. I must of sweated off 20 pounds. The seat felt comfortable though, more so then when I first got on. Someone must of put it up while I was sleeping. I didn't even think it moved. Then I came to my senses where I was. I hope I didn't wake Nicole, she's been so nice. I looked down to check, I saw a pair of pink pants.

"Oh no, how embarrassing, I must of moved in my sleep and now I'm on this poor girls lap" I thought to myself.

I sat up and leaned back, covered completely in the quilt. My head hit the back of the seat. That's weird, I didn't remember the seat coming up this high. I didn't want to remove the quilt from my face, I knew it was an embarrassing situation. Slowly however, I removed the quilt from my eyes. It was light out again, I must of slept through the night. My eyes were blinded and I rubbed them with my fist to get the crud out. Even though I couldn't see I looked down and whispered "Are you awake Nicole."

I heard a voice over me. "Ya, we're an hour away from home." She must of stood up to stretch.

"Nicole you should sit in case the bus stops short."

"OK"

I rubbed my eyes again, getting my sight. I looked down to see her again, but I only saw her lap and the bottom part of her shirt. I got disorientated.

This can't be happening, I should be seeing her pretty little face. I followed the shirt up, she must of changed, I saw cartoon girls on her shirt and looking further up I saw her face.

"Hi down there." she giggled. She now towered over me, my face was even with her chest.

"I must still be dreaming" I said out loud.

"Nope." she replied.

"Nicole this has to be a dream, this stuff doesn't just happen."

"We got our wish."

"Our what?"

"Our wish, I wished for a little sister and you wished you had a sister like me and parents like mine."

"Oh, a wish that..." I trailed off, then I looked down. The shirt I was wearing the previous day was draped over me. I slowly lifted it and saw a pair of pudgy legs. I pulled the sleeves and saw little arms.

"Oh my God I'm a toddler again" I yelled inside my own head.

Then it hit me. "Little sister." My hand went inside the shirt and I reached down and felt down my stomach, which was a little pudgy too, I reached to feel for my manhood, it wasn't there.

I don't know if it was the actual transformation or the shock of it all, but I got extremely light headed and fainted into Nicole's arms.

The hour must of passed quickly, because Nicole was shaking me to get up. Phew, only a dream I thought, a dream within a dream. I opened my eyes again expecting to see some normalcy. It wasn't there, I looked up and saw Nicole's smiling face looking down at me.

"Stay here until everyone gets off. I looked into the aisle and the rest of the troupe was filing off the bus. Ken started down at the aisle towards us.

"How do I explain this?" I wondered. Ken was now towering over us. "Who is this?" he asked.

"A wish come true Mr. Ken." Nicole replied.

"And how is that?"

"The wishing blanket." Nicole said, smiling and holding up the purple quilt.

"Did our friend here know it was the wishing blanket.

Nicole giggled, " I kinda forgot to tell him."

Ken got down and looked at me. I was still in a state of shock.

"Kevin, Nicole's parents can help you get out of this mess, I'm terribly sorry, she's not even supposed to have that thing with her."

"Come on Nicole lets see your parents." Ken said sternly. I hoped out of the seat, still half in a daze. The clothes I was wearing fell to the ground. I was now standing on the bus completely naked.

Nicole started to laugh. "Isn't she adorable?".

"Nicole, that's enough" Ken warned.

I didn't have the nerve to look down and see what my body had become. Ken wrapped me up in the quilt and carried me to the front.

I hadn't been carried in a long time, the feeling was quite unsettling. Ken explained what had happened and how Nicole tricked me with the wishing blanket. I couldn't see what was going on, Ken was holding me with my back to the conversation. Were they laughing, were they mad. I hoped they weren't like my parents, I hoped they wouldn't take a belt to Nicole.

"We'll take care of it." I heard Nicole's parents say. They put me down in there car, a Lincoln. I always take note of cars, kind of a fascination. I watched them take my bags, my old clothes and my Bible and throw them in the trunk. They took Nicole's bag to and threw it in there, too. Nicole opened the door and got in the back with me.

"Sorry for laughing at you on the bus, but you were cute" she said.

I gave a faint smile, happier more in the fact that her parents would help me then anything else. Her parents got in the front seat.

"We are both real sorry about this, I guess when we get to the house we better have a conversation about all this." they called back to me.

"Ya, a conversation and then some." I thought.

The ride was uneventful, well uneventful other then the fact that I was going nuts. Nicole was holding onto me, rocking me in the car. I didn't object, in fact it was kind of comforting. I might have something joyful out of this experience. Then I felt a warm liquid creeping down my leg.

"Oh no, I'm peeing." I tried to stop it but I didn't know which muscle to squeeze and I thought if I crossed my legs it would only make it spread worse. Even though I was embarrassed and it was a little gross, the warm liquid felt nice on my bare skin that was under the blanket. The car pulled into the driveway of a modest home, it was big, but it was not like it was a mansion.

"Someone had an accident" Nicole called out as the car stopped.

"Great, like they needed to know." I thought. Nicole opened the door and while holding me like a baby we got out of the car. A tall blonde haired woman came towards me, she was extremely pretty. My face however was beet red.

"Oh don't be ashamed, it's only natural. Kevin, you wouldn't know how to control yourself at your age."

I nodded. She bent down and picked me up. "Still being carried," I thought

"Lets get you cleaned up and then we can have a chat." I didn't see anything wrong with that. She carried me into the house, a very nice layout. Maybe after I'm back to my old self they can offer me a room till I get settled to make up for this.

"Come on and help dad with the bags Nicole." I heard a deep voice call. "Hon, you go clean her up."

"Her," I thought, "well I guess for now."

"I'm Amy." Nicole's mother said to me, "You can call me that or anything else you want."

I could think of some words now, I thought, But it's not her fault this happened.

"OK Amy", my tiny, high pitched voice called out. It shocked me to hear myself speak. Amy carried me into the bathroom and started running water. Sit here on the floor while I get what we need. Amy removed me from the quilt and placed me on the floor. The tile felt cold against my bare bottom. It sent shivers through me, shivers I never felt before. I looked at the floor, for the first time I saw my new female parts, it scared me. Then I saw liquid flowing out, "oh, not again." I had given up on trying to figure out how that worked and just let nature finish. The warm liquid puddled around my vagina and butt, giving a weird but pleasing sensation. At that time Amy came in, "I see we've had another accident." She lifted me up, "No worries Kevin". She dropped a towel and wiped it with her foot. She placed me in the tub, the water was warm and soothing. She shut the faucet off. The warm water felt so nice, it was a long time since I had a bath. Yesterday I was to big to fit in a tub, today I'm afraid I'll go down the drain.

Amy soaped up her hand and began cleaning me. She started with my legs. It felt so nice having a woman touch me, even if it wasn't in the regular context that I was used to. She moved up my leg and rubbed soap on my vagina. Waves of pleasure went through me and I didn't know why. It felt so nice, her rubbing in the middle of my newly formed body. I didn't say anything, afraid what she would think if she knew I liked what I was feeling. She probably would think something was wrong with me. She washed my behind too and moved up and got my back and chest and face as well. With a cup she rinsed the soap off, maybe this experience isn't as bad as I thought it would be and anyway its only temporary.

Amy turned and got a towel. She pulled the plug out from the tub and asked me to stand. I did as instructed. Amy lifted me in the blanket and patted my body. That too was a great feeling. She carried me into a bedroom and laid me on a bed. "I don't know how you're going to feel about this but I have to dress you for now."

"Dress me however you see fit." I replied.

Amy turned around holding a bunch of baby clothing placing them down next to me. I was laying on the bed, on my back, completely naked and completely vulnerable. For a guy that had been taken care of so poorly in life, I felt for some reason I could trust her. Amy lifted my legs, and I submissively laid there and let her. She slipped a pair of pampers under me. "We can't have messes on the floor all the time" she said jokingly. I smiled back, after all what could I do. She pulled the pamper around and fastened the tape. The pamper was warm and quite comfortable, and it relieved some anxiety. "Sit up honey, I mean Kevin, and let me get this dress on." Why not, I thought. I was a girl, it was a dress, nothing wrong with it. It was a pretty dress at that, pink with white sheep around the skirt part of it. For some reason I felt good to be in. Might as well play the role for the few minutes more I'll be like this.

"OK, lets go downstairs and have a talk." Amy said as she picked me up and carried me into a family room.

Her husband and Nicole were sitting there waiting for me. I studied Nicole carefully, no red marks, no tear bags under her eyes. Good. I looked at Nicole's Dad, a big, muscular man, clean shaven with short brown hair. His suit looked expensive.

"I'm Bob," he said looking down at me. "Some situation we have here, right Kevin?"

"Yes, sir." Why I said sir I have no idea, but I did. "When are you going to change me back?"

"That's what we need to discuss."

"You can change me back, right?"

"Yes we can, but is that what you really want? You did in fact wish for this?"

Defensively I replied, "I was being polite to Nicole, I didn't think it would come true. I want to be changed back."

"OK. Lets discuss this for 10 minutes and if you still feel that way, we won't stop a thing. Deal?"

"Deal"

"First, what happened to you is no accident, we don't believe in accidents. We've been praying for you for a long time, ever since knowing my wife couldn't conceive another child we've been praying. God allowed us access to the wishing blanket to make our prayers come true. But we didn't pray for just anyone, we prayed for you specifically. We knew that you would be coming home with Nicole, we knew that you would be one of God's children. We know by all the underlining in your Bible and all the ear marks that you are a child of His."

"But what about my life, isn't it wrong to take that away from me?"

"Yes, it is wrong to take your life as Kevin away from you, but what does your life hold for you?"

I wanted to answer something but couldn't think of anything.

"Let me ask you this, do you have family?"

"No, I'm single."

"I wasn't referring to that, but how about mom or dad?"

"They aren't part of my life, haven't been for awhile," I answered meekly.

"How about a job, do you have a good job?"

Looking down at the floor I answered "No."

"Money, property, fame, anything?"

"No." I answered as my bottom lip was quivering.

"What about love, does anyone love you, does anyone in this world want you, or even care about you?"

The tears streamed down my face "No."

"You are wrong Kevin. We want you, we want you to be our own child, our baby."

"But I'm 27!"

"Look at yourself Kevin," Bob placed a mirror down in front of me, "now tell me are you 27 or are you more like 16 months"

I studied the mirror carefully. No fat guy looking back at me, only a teary eyed baby. A baby in a pink dress with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"I see a baby, but inside..."

"What is inside? What is Kevin holding onto that's so important? Is it the neglect of his parents, the feelings of worthlessness, the pain of abandonment? What is so important that you need to be 27 and unhappy again?"

I opened my mouth, but not a word came out.

"Can't you see Kevin, we want you. We have love in our hearts and we want to shower it on to you, we want you to feel that love, to know that there is a place in this world for you, to raise you in love and happiness."

At this point I was crying so much I couldn't say anything, nonetheless come up with an objection. I cried and blubbered, not knowing how to hide the pain of 27 years.

"Do you want to be Kevin again?" Bob asked.

Through my tears I said "No."

"Then come here my precious baby."

A well of emotion came over me, I ran to him. I ran to his open arms, to his love. He wrapped his big arms around me, his hand cupping my buttocks.

"Welcome to the family, baby" he said smothering me with kisses. Amy kissed me too, I could see her crying. Bob passed me off to her.

"Oh baby, I wanted you for so long, I wanted our family to be complete." She said as she wiped the tears from my eyes.

"What's my name? It can't be Kevin if I'm going to be a girl."

"That's right baby, little baby Karen, my sweet angel Karen." Amy kissed me again.

"Nicole, take baby Karen up to bed with you and take a nap like good little girls." Bob said as Amy handed me to her.

Nicole carried me up to a pink and white room.

"Karen, we're sending the wishing blanket to Goodwill, last chance to change your mind."

"Not on your life" I called out in my miniscule voice. They all laughed, not at me but with me.

Nicole laid me on a big four poster bed and took my dress off. She got undressed as well and sat on the edge of the bed in just her panties and me in just my pampers. She pulled back the covers, I climbed under and she followed. She wrapped her arms around me and I snuggled against her bare chest. "I'm glad I got a baby sister now" she whispered softly in my ear. "Ya, I'm glad we both got our wish" I replied. I looked up and gave her a butterfly kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and returned to her chest. Feeling at peace, feeling safe, feeling that I finally found home, I fell asleep.

To Be Continued