Nana's Gift

It was an impromptu family reunion. I never knew I had so many Aunts and Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Some were sad and somber, others wild and opportunistic. Everyone wanted a piece of Great Grandma's magical estate after her death. 

Grandpa, a powerful Court mage in his own right summoned us all. It took many of us days to get there. But when we did, he told us that there are things in Nana's mansion that are too dangerous. In three days, a magical barrier would soon be set up to avoid getting powerful artifacts into enemy hands. 

Per Nana's will and testament before she died, her descendants, we were allowed one magical item to inherit. She was a genius, witch inventor well known around the country. Our whole family are considered Nobles, so the King knows the items we take will be in safe hands.

The most powerful people in the family got first dibs. Unbreakable armor, Magical swords, Lazer wands, adamant shields. Even a magical car! Stuff that we couldn't comprehend in our wildest dreams. Nana was crazy like that. Anything she touched or created or infused with energy could be considered a magical weapon. I'm certain some of my family had been waiting for the day that Nana croaked so that they can own a unique item like that. 

Some were very Powerful. Nana's magical items directly went to their hands. Some shouted, others chanted and they instantly received their magical item. They're elites among elites. Now that the Adults had their new toys. It was a free-for-all! It was twenty to thirty of us cousins searching Nana's mansion, in a competition for what was left. 

Unfortunately for me. I was a scrawny, lanky, teenage boy. With barely any magical ability. I wonder how I'm even part of this country's upper class? I heard my Mom was some mage's mistress, So I guess I'm related. There was these really cool anti-gravity boots that I once saw as a kid that I wanted. But some of my cousins pushed me away with their magic and one beat me to it. Others found pleasure by simply chucking me outside just to deny me out of spite. One just beat me up for fun. What assholes.

Three days had passed. It's now or never. The house was ransacked many times. But a magic cleaning spell eventually put everything back. To my disappointment, anything that could be considered a weapon was gone. By now, practically everyone left for home. Happy with their new magical item. Time was running out for me.  

I had no choice but to rummage through random knick-knacks, hoping to find any sort of cool magical tool. But it just made me sad. As I looked around the place, I could see, feel and sense how lonely Nana's house felt now that she was gone. My body would tingle a bit as there might be a random magical item waiting for me. But when I touched stuff, I couldn't tell what the item did.

During my rummaging, I met up with one of my cousins. She wasn't very powerful either. She was almost like me. We could sense some magic, and that's about it. She was quite happy, because she found something she liked. Something just for her. In Nana's kitchen, she found a magic wand that makes Tofu appear. She likes to cook and make food, so that thing was perfect for her. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. 

I resigned myself to realize that there's no cool weapons anymore. Maybe I can get something simple to help me in my daily life. Hopefully I can find it before Grandpa seals up the place. I said goodbye to my cousin, and continued my futile search.  

I made my way to what looks like a guest bedroom. I grab the doorknob. My whole body starts to quiver. Something here is giving me the tingles. Could this room have the item meant for me? I can only hope its not my imagination running wild and I make my way inside.

The room was pretty simple. Just a bed, an A/C against the wall and a dresser drawer. I lifted the mattress and looked under the bed. Nothing. I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed to take a look at the air conditioner, hoping to find something hidden inside it. Nothing. All that was left was to look inside the dresser drawer. 

I cautiously grabbed the handle and pulled. My brain tingled a bit. Something here has to be it. But alas, it was just a drawer full of women's bras and panties. They were cute, I guess. But I'm a guy. Another disappointment in my life. Maybe I'm just unlucky? 

What if there's something underneath? As I stick my hands and rummage the soft silky things, there was a dangerous Zap! An electric shock instantly made my hands pull back. My brain was tingling like mad! As I looked towards the drawer to figure out what shocked me..... There was a soft pink bra in one hand, And tiny pink panties in the other How? Did I grab them instinctively? 

I chucked that alien, satiny, underthing away towards the bed. A shiver went down my spine as the bra got away from me. My other hand though, had a death grip on the tiny underwear. That's not right. What does a teenage boy need with a girly feminine things like that? 

I plop myself on the bed, and fall back, staring up at the ceiling. The bra is there by my side laying on the bed, still sending tingly signals into my brain. I want to ignore it, forget about it, and move on to the next room. But I find myself stuck in place, staring up at the stucco patterns on the ceiling. Contemplating the meaning of it all. Minutes are feeling like hours.

A tear falls down my side. Is it a tear of despair, hope or resignation? 

When suddenly I realize. I'm holding the bra again, above me at arms length. Between me and the ceiling. Like some sort of demented, perverted prize. The panty, its other twisted half, was burning my other hand metaphorically. Like if it was aware of its devious existence. 

I think I have my item. I can't deny it. No doubt about it. There's nothing left for me to look for. Anything else is irrelevant. 

I have to get naked.

My body suddenly on auto-pilot sets the panty down on the bed this time. Gently set aside so I can focus on the bra. Its too precious an item. I unbuckle my belt and wiggle my pants and boxers off. My bare butt is on the bed. I pull my legs up with my heel on the bed and my socks are flung off. I glance towards the door, futile hoping someone would stop me and smack me back into reason. But nothing in the world can stop what's going on. I unbutton my shirt from top to bottom and toss it away from me. My undershirt soon follows. 

I'm in my dead Nana's house, Naked as the day I was born. I wanna feel embarrassed and ashamed. And I am. But those tingles are ramping up. These are the strongest I've ever felt in my entire life. It's that bra. It wants me to wear her. To be one with her. Almost like it's calling for me.

I sit back up. I'm preparing myself for something strange. With the Bra in my hands, I instinctively fiddle with the straps. Pulling and adjusting them to some size I know is right in my head. I see the hooks in the back and I can tell they're going to make my back itchy in a good way. It's stretchiness was taunting, goading me to put it on. 

I put my arm through one side of the bra. The whole of my body trembling in joy and excitement. My other arm finds its way through the other gap. The tingling of my nervous body reaches levels I've never felt before. It gives me a painful, embarrassing erection. 

But it still doesn't feel complete until I fasten the back. My arms try to twist backwards and my hands nervously fiddle as they grab both halves of the bra. My goal is to make them join into one. A true effort to feel complete. My fingers poke the loops and hooks looking for a way to come together. I never knew my hands were so adept. But they did it. The bra was finally clasped and everything was right in the world. 

But no ensemble wasn't complete without its partner. I pick up the dainty, elastic, beautiful thing and stretch it. The panty seemed to unwrinkle itself before my eyes. It had a pink cloth patch in the front and barely anything in the back. How could something so girly fit on a boy's body? I was about to find out. My toes curl in excitement as somehow the tiny garment shifts and wiggles its way from ankles, to knees, and up to my butt. Its elasticity holding up well as it finds a new home hanging off my boyish hips. Strangely, my dick is somewhat nestled and hiding as best it can between my legs. A bulge is there, but no erection anymore to make it worse. But I feel so relieved by what seemed an impossible task. I sigh nervously. A nagging piece of the boy in me still feels that this is wrong. But the softness enveloping me, the tag team duo of women's underwear, says otherwise....

"How's my gift? Do you like it? I hope it fixes the lack of curves you got, and gives you much needed confidence, my lovely, granddaughter."

I look around the room excitedly. I almost get dizzy looking around. Its a raspy, yet honey filled sound. Filled with joy and care. I recognize that the voice inside my head. It's my Nana! I haven't seen her in like five or six years. But I know its her! 

I've only seen my Nana a few times in her busy life. But each visit to her was unforgettable. Despite how big and crazy this magical family is. I realize I am one of them, and I finally felt grateful to be a part of it. The magic happening right now all around me is terrifying  yet it feels safe and comfortable. I don't know if its really her or some magic inside the bra, but I cant lie to it.....

"I'm sorry Nana.....But I'm not your granddaughter, I'm one of your many grandsons. Your magic must have made a mistake in choosing me? Why does this feel so wrong yet so right? I'm not supposed to wear these things meant for a woman. I'm just a man. Or at least I'm trying to be? What's wrong with me? Isn't there a better magic for me? I don't want to be labeled a pervert..." 

I look down on my scrawny body. I'm a teenage boy barely containing a pink bra and panty; talking to a voice in my head. Everything wrong in the world is contained inside me. 

"Nonsense my child! Everything has a reason, and well within my plans. Everyone in my family got the item they needed. They think they chose it. But my devices are tantamount to their abilities. This was always meant for you. Even though you are naïve and prone to nervousness, you are humble. And worthy of being my successor. I've known this since the day your were born to my dimwit Grandson. Obviously I'm not going to make it easy for you. You'll need to forge your own path. But I'm going to push you in the right direction."

"Now lets fix that outer shell of yours and open you to all the world's possibilities, I'll be with you always, my child."

By now the tingling in my body was an afterthought. I certainly had been spreading all over for a while now, ever since Nana's voice was in my head. But I realize now, it's my magic spreading. It's my own power finally unlocked and Nana's energy is guiding me, coaching me, finding the right areas to spread it. Like if I'm being reset.....

A growing weight started pulling down on my shoulders. My bra straps were digging in to my softening flesh. I was transfixed as I glanced down onto my chest. I was growing boobs. It's weight, undeniable, inevitable. Was this the logical outcome of donning a magical bra? My body leant forward as soft pale skin pushed out farther and farther. My new boobs were now sagging but they held in place by the cups of the bra. The elastic on my back stretched and the cups held fast. The bra was doing its job. I guess I adjusted them to the right size after all! 

My male chest was no more. I had an upper body that oozed femininity. If my old shoulders had any masculine definition, they were gone now. My forearms, all the way down to my wrists and fingers were permanently girlish. My arms found their way under my breasts, and a gentle squeeze on my stomach, pushed my already generous breasts up higher. 

The pink panties still felt tight on my hips. But now, they were in a perfectly higher position. My flat, stocky boyish abdomen gave way to a taut stomach and curvy hips and round butt of a healthy teenage girl. The transformation surely gave me a body that any woman would envy. 

I have never seen a woman's private parts. But I knew Nana's magic would leave me strong and healthy down there. I clenched new muscles and felt new nerves that weren't there before. I feel a bit sad for my lost dick, as I've owned it all my life. But the magic flowing in me and the tingles that took it away give me a sense of comfort that everything will be alright. 

With no penis anymore, I feel extra mobility and range in my slender legs. My knees touch themselves together in a posture that I couldn't achieve as a boy. I can tell my brain is rewiring itself to get used to this new, womanly posture I have now.... 

I snap out of it. I've been in a daze. All these new sensations are happening yet my sense of time is lost. How long have I been standing here in this room? What could have been hours may have just been minute passing by. My body is aware of all sorts of magic that I couldn't feel before. It's scary and overwhelming. 

Any physical trace of me being a teenage boy is gone. Can I give up being a boy and embrace the girl in me? Nana decided that she wants me to be a girl. Was I useless as a boy? Can I live up to the expectations of a ghost inside my magic Bra?  Nana says she's with me, but I cant feel her voice inside my head right now. Despite this new body. I'm starting to feel a panic attack like I used to have when I was a boy....

*KNOCK KNOCK!* Someone is at the door. The door jiggles and slowly opens....

"George! Its me, your cousin Claire! I think I sense you in here? Did you finally find a magic item? Grandpa is finally calling for all of us to leave....." 

The young lady is surprised by the sight of another girl in the guest bedroom! She lets out a gasp as she realizes who it is....

"George is that you? What's wrong?" Why are you a girl now?"

"A lot happened, Claire. Yeah an Item found me. I think I should be called Gina now."

Emotional tears well up in the newly reborn girl's eyes.

"Claire, I need your help. Can you take me to Grandpa?" 

Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"