The Lamp Ch. 05-06

Chapter Five:

On what would be the last day of their road trip Mike found a good-looking place to stop. They were in the outer most suburban ring of one of the large west-coast cities, just the place for Mike's final check up. He pulled the car into a spacious mall parking lot. Turning off the car he hit the switch that opened the trunk. Gong back to the trunk he pulled out the lamp. Mike thought he'd better check in with Genie, before he attempted what he wanted to try next. Mike rubbed the lamp.

From out of nowhere the Genie appeared. He looked pissed. "Mike I hope this is important, because I was really busy."

Mike answered. "I'm sorry Mr. Genie, but I had one or two question I wanted to ask."

The Genie answered. "Shoot."

Mike said. "Well first, I'm about to start a new career. I want to change the relationship I have with my wife. How can I allow her to keep her memories, but keep her from exposing me if I start her out on something new.

The Genie gave a quick response. "Just tell her she can remember what you've both done, but she can't rat you out. Tell her she can't try and contact past friends or relatives. Tell her she just can't. Then tell her she can't rat you out to any new friends. See Mike, that's all you have to do."

Mike thought and answered. "Thanks Mr. Genie. I didn't think it would be quite that easy."

The Genie took something out of his pocket. He studied whatever it was briefly and spoke, "I see Mike you've come a long way, and I don't mean just geographically. You still have a long way to go, but remember, when the time is ripe, you'll be giving up the lamp and turning it over to somebody who will need it more. Don't worry. Like I told you before. When that time comes, you won't mind at all. Meanwhile, you've still got a lot to do. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Mike spoke. "Yes, what if I want to bring someone here from far away quickly?"

The Genie answered. "Mike, short of murder, you can do anything you want."

Mike answered. "Thanks Mr. Genie. I'm sorry I annoyed you. I'll try not to bother you again.

The Genie smiled, and with a wisp of smoke he'd disappeared back to where he'd come from.

Mike wondered. How'd he do that? He went back to the car. He leaned in and spoke to his wife. "Tammy I'm going to the mall. While I'm there I'll be buying you lots of presents. Some of the presents will be clothes. So you better be good while I'm gone."

Tammy looked across the car and spoke. "Mike, are you really going to let me have clothes? Oh I can't thank you enough. I'll be really good. I promise I really will." Tammy thought as he started to walk away. I'm going to get out of here. I'll be free. He'll see I'll do whatever he wants. I'll be good. I'll be his slave. I'll be his sex toy." I'll work, I'll toil, and I'll do everything he wants. Then, when I get my chance, Ha!"

While Mike walked along toward the mall he knew he wasn't deceiving himself. Tammy couldn't be trusted. He knew that, but the way he had things planned there wouldn't be anything she would be able to do. He had her. She just didn't completely understand what her new role in life was about to become."

Mike went into the mall. He scanned the mall map, then started for the stores he needed to visit. He needed to visit a good children's clothing store, a good furniture store, and there were appliances to buy. He needed clothes for himself. There were books, notebooks, a computer, and it's ancillaries.

Mike spent the better part of the day in the mall. When he was finished he felt satisfied. Tomorrow he would find a good condominium for the two of them. Then he had to check out the private schools. He wanted only the best for Tammy, and that would mean a brand new start on life for her as well as for him.

That evening he rented another motel room, leaving Tammy in her little cage probably for the last time. The next day he scoured the newspapers until he found what he was looking for. Using most of the money he had left he made arrangements to buy a spacious condominium on the outskirts of the city. It would come furnished.

When Mike bought the condominium he'd made certain he scouted the terrain for the best private schools. He found what most of the experts had agreed was the best private girl's school in that neck of the woods. It was called the Forest Hollow School for Girls. Tuition was expensive, but he'd already made his first contact. Mike figured within a week he'd have his wife Tammy actively busy in her new daytime environment as a child in school. Everything seemed to be working just fine.

The morning of the big day came. Mike woke up from a sound sleep in the motel. It was going to be his last motel wake up for a while. He cleaned himself, and left for the car. When he got to the car he found Tammy sitting in her birdcage just where he'd left her. Mike smiled at the miserably unhappy Tammy, "Good morning girl. Today's the big day. We're off to our new home."

Tammy looked abjectly miserable. She had absolutely no idea what her new home would be. It might a continuation of her current purgatory sitting and living in a squalid little cage, clinging to a little perch, swinging on a skimpy little nylon swing, eating stale cookie crumbs, washing and wiping with pieces of paper towel, and drinking tepid water from a tiny plastic tub. Or it might be, as Mike had intimated on more than one occasion, a tiny little doll's house bolted up against a wall decorated with little pieces of plastic furniture. His idea of a happy ending and hers looked mighty different.

They drove for perhaps an hour and a half. Tammy could sense by the number of times Mike stopped and started they were in a more congested area. Finally she felt the strain of several tight turns, slow driving through what must be a parking lot, until he finally stopped the car.

Mike leaned over to where Tammy was balancing herself on her perch. He had insisted she sit on her perch whenever he drove. She hated it. He smiled. "We're home. He took the cage cover and she was in darkness.

For the next several minutes Tammy remained n the dark, but she heard Mike open the trunk, and she could hear him make several trips from the car to somewhere. Finally she heard the passenger's door open, felt him lift her cage, and then she felt the inevitable sway as he was carrying her. She heard a door open, more movement, then the door closed. He walked across a room. He lifted the cover off the cage.

Mike smiled down at her. "We're home."

From where she was sitting on the floor in her little prison she could tell they were in a spacious room. Beyond that she hadn't a clue.

Mike started to speak. "Tammy, I'm going to let you out of your birdcage, but before I let you out and restore you to your natural size we have to get some things straight. Now listen carefully, and don't interrupt or offer any suggestions. First, from this moment onward you are longer my wife. You are my niece and my ward. I have enrolled you in a girl's school that's about a mile from here. You're enrolled as a thirteen-year old girl about to enter the eighth grade in middle school. Uniforms for your schooling have already been purchased.

Tammy was aghast! She was listening. She heard, but she simply didn't comprehend.

Mike opened the door to her cage and she crawled out. Mike went on, "I'm going to give you several official instructions right now that will make all things possible. Listen carefully, not that it really matters. Mike spoke the words "Aba daba gember all your old life you'll remember. Aba daba egret, but it always will always be kept a secret. Aba daba goof us the past remains just between us. Aba daba hooter, and from this moment on we start our new future." Then he spoke the words she really wanted to hear, "Aba daba prize, restore Tammy to five inches short of her full size.

Immediately Tammy started to return to her almost normal size, if not to her full grown past.

Once Tammy reached the indicated size she spoke. "Mike I know you're completely off your rocker now. I'm a fully grown woman. I have an adult life. I have an adult mind. I'm your wife. This school girl stuff you're talking about is crazy. I'm glad you're giving me back my body, but Mike, why have you cut me off at five feet tall? You know full well that I'm five-five inches tall. "

Mike smiled. "Tammy mentally you are a fully grown woman, well at least right now. He grinned at that. "For the most part that's the way you'll remain. However, if I let you go back to your full height you'd tower over the other people you'll be around. I'm sorry I have to do it this way. I love you, every inch of you, but from now on you're just going to have to settle for five feet. At home here in the privacy of our house you'll be my wife. Here, mentally and carnally you'll be everything a full-grown woman is supposed to be, but outside, or when we have company you'll be a thirteen-year old middle school girl. When we're out you'll know and remember everything that has happened between us, but no matter how hard you try you'll never be able to share that information. Any and every person we meet will naturally assume you are a young adolescent girl. I've thought it over Tammy. This way I'll be able to control your behavior without anyone suspecting anything. Also, if I decide I want a new personal life, with girlfriends, and dates and such, you'll be out of the way. Last, I've always wanted children, and I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. From now on you're my little girl."

Tammy listened but still didn't believe what she was hearing. "Mike you're completely nuts, but I'm out of that stupid cage. Five feet is a lot better than six inches, and if playing along with this fantasy for a little while satisfies you and keeps me free, then I'll play along."

Mike grinned. "Tammy that's great. Now here's what I want you to do. Over down the hall is a bathroom fully stocked with soaps, shampoos, razors, depilatory creams, and a vast array of accouterments any woman would want; now get in there and enjoy. Get cleaned up. Once your done in the bathroom we're going out."

Tammy didn't need any further instruction. She'd been penned up in a little cell for half a week. She wanted to get out. She needed to clean up. Into the bathroom she went. Just like Mike had said, everything she needed was there. She turned on the water and adjusted it to make it as hot as she could stand. Climbing in she felt exuberant. She took the shampoo and washed her hair. She washed it again. She took the body bath soap and soaked every inch of her skin. She lathered every nook and cranny She let the water rinse her off. Then she took a bar of scented soap and scrubbed again, making sure all the bath soap scum was cleaned off. She stood in the powerful stream of hot water and luxuriated for several minutes. This, she thought, was real luxury, especially after her last few days. She stepped from the shower, turned off the water, found a massive towel and started to dry off. She looked around the sink and found a toothbrush. Boy she thought, if anyone ever needed a tooth brushing it was she. Tammy swore she'd never eat another cookie as long as she lived. She found her favorite toothpaste. Mike must have gotten it for her. She went to work on her choppers. Finally finished with her teeth she looked about and found the depilatory cream Mike had mentioned. Her pussy was ripe and brittle with uncut stubble.She knew Mike would want that completely cleaned off. Using the cream she cleared all the bristles off. One thing was for sure; Tammy didn't want to provoke Mike. She'd had enough of the six-inch treatment. If a clean-shaven pussy helped keep Mike happy, then a clean-shaven pussy was what she had.

After several minutes of quiet complimented by a good hair brushing Tammy stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at Mike, "You said we were going out. Do you have something for me to wear?"

Tammy didn't know it yet, but she was on the cusp of a completely new set of life experiences.

Chapter Six:

Mike spoke to Tammy, "Come over here honey so I can get you ready."

Tammy gave Mike her cheeriest smile, "Any thing you want sweetie."

Mike knew that was phony, but he paid no attention. The next minutes with his wife were going to be critical. "Tammy sit over here on this chair. I've been reading up the last few nights while I've been alone in those motel rooms. I've got some interesting ideas."

Tammy smiled back, "Sure thing." She sat on the seat he proffered, and waited patiently. The chair was really a big bar stool. She jumped on it, and propped her feet on the bottom rung so as to be as comfortable as possible.

Mike looked her over carefully. He had to admit; though she was a tad smaller, he still had a terrific looking wife. She stood about five feet four inches, naturally. She had smallish feet, perhaps a size five. Her hair was soft and long, sort of honey colored. Not quite blond, but certainly not brunette. She had pretty hazel eyes with great eyelashes, a cute slightly turned up nose, and a cute slightly dimpled chin. Her head sat on a long, but not over long, neck. Her neck gave her a statuesque look. Her ears were small, and she'd been careful not to fill them with piercing holes. And they rested against the side of her head. They weren't stick out ears! Each ear only had one piercing. She had great breasts. He thought they were 34B, smallish, perky, and with that tear drop shape a perfect breast is supposed to have. He remembered when they were first married, before she became wife bitch, how great for munching they were. Her nipples were great. They would stick out almost on demand. Just a good long look and Tammy started to feel aroused, and those nips would start to fill up and peak out at you. Her hands were small like her feet. She was graceful, womanly, sort of impish too. It was going to be fun getting her ready for her new life.

Mike started to go to work. First he took her hair, and swiftly, before she could react he cut the front of her hair into bangs. Then he took the longer fronds and started coiling them into braids. He intended to make two braids. He wanted long pigtails tonight. He could tell she was surprised by the bangs, but seemed to like the way he was combing her hair and braiding it. He knew she always liked being made over. He got her hair into two long braids that hung down to just below her shoulders. Then taking four little rubber bands he managed to clump the braids at the top and the bottom so things wouldn't fall out. Last he took two sections of the blue ribbon he'd bought and tied small bows into the top of each braid. The bowed ribbon made her braids flair up and out slightly. The effect highlighted the shape of her neck. He stepped back a little and checked his work. He liked the outcome. The hair in two braids with the blue bows gave her a youthful appearance. That was the idea. He thought the braids might be a little long, but he knew if he cut her hair off shorter he might change his mind later and then there wouldn't be enough hair to work with. He thought he'd leave her hair the length and shape it was. Then he thought. Why not pull the braids together at the ends and tie them off with more ribbon. He stepped behind her and pulled the braids back and down. Using a third piece of the blue ribbon he tied the ends of the braids together at about one inch from the absolute end. He liked the look. Though it was still a child's hairdo, at least to his mind's eye, it seemed a little more formal. It was an ideal style for an open house visit by a young girl and her older uncle. Besides, with the braids pulled back and tied off the way they were it exposed more of her neck and made her seem more naked. The last thing he did was to take a brush and lightly fluff the bangs in the front giving them a thicker and more velvety look. When he finished he thought her hair looked terrific.

Next came the make up. He pulled out the packet with the cheek blush. Taking a small brush used for these purposes he lightly applied a thin coat of pink blush around her cheeks and above her eyes. He stepped back. He thought, that looked great. She's looking younger every time I touch her.

He got out the eye make up. He had some eyeliner that he applied very sparingly beneath her eyes. It was a pale blue, and helped accentuate the hazel in her eyes. He took a small dab of eyelash make up and applied it. It was minimal, and intended only to acknowledge that she had eyelashes.

Last were her lips. He had some shiny pink colored lip gloss for that. He told her to pucker up. She did, and he applied a little bit of the pink gloss. He told her to purse, or squeeze, her lips together. She did. He applied a little more gloss. She pursed her lips again. After two more application he thought he had put on enough.

At last he stepped back and checked her make up. It was almost like she wasn't wearing any, just the look he wanted. The make up he applied gave her a young look. She was only twenty-seven anyway. This make up he thought pulled her back into her teens.

Mike spoke, "Tammy why don't you step over to the dining room mirror and check out your new look."

Tammy stepped to the mirror. She looked herself over carefully. She thought. Mike has been doing some reading. She thought she looked pretty darn good, but she did realize that if he was trying to capture a childlike look, he'd done a far better job then he realized. She also thought she had a little more lip gloss than was actually necessary, but since it was his program she kept quiet about that. Tammy told him. "Mike you've made me look like a young girl."

He smiled. "That's the way I want it."

Tammy looked at him. "Well you've got me made up, but I don't think I can go out just yet. I'm going to need something to wear."

Mike smiled again. "Come back with me into your room."

Tammy followed Mike into what was the second largest bedroom. It was good sized, but it wasn't as big as the one she presumed he was going to use.

Mike said "On the bed I've got some boxes. Each box has something I want you to wear tonight. I'm going to wait in the living room while you get dressed." Mike turned and left.

Tammy looked over the array of boxes. There were boxes of all shapes and sizes. She started opening them. As soon as she started she could tell they were arranged after a fashion where she would be opening and trying on the item that would most likely be going on first, then second, and so on.

The first box she opened had a bra and a pair of underpants. She was nonplussed by the bra. It was too small, and there was no support for her breasts. It was a white piece of lingerie, with elastic straps. There were no real cups, just an area where the material was slightly looser. She put the bra on. It was tight, and it held her breasts close to her chest. There wasn't any real support to think of, and as she moved her boobs bounced and swayed with her movements.

The next box held one pair of underpants. The first thing she noticed was that they were cotton. The second thing she noticed was they had something written on them. It read 'Little Angel' across her ass. She slipped the underpants on. They were actually quite comfortable, but when she looked in the mirror, the under pants along with the bra gave a distinctly childlike appearance. That was something she didn't particularly like. Already she was starting to worry.

Tammy wondered if Mike was really serious about the schoolgirl look.

The third box removed all doubt. Inside the third box was her blouse. It was white. It was short sleeved, and the sleeves were capped. They were quite puffy, flouncy, and translucent. There was a clearly visible gathering of lace around the cuffs of the sleeves. The blouse had a peter pan collar, that extended about three inches outward from the neckline all the way around. The edges of the collar were trimmed in lace like the cuffs. She put the blouse on. It was an almost perfect fit. Actually, once she adjusted it slightly, she decided it was a perfect fit. Made of cotton, the fabric was unyielding. The buttons were crisp, white, and on the small side. There were twelve of them. She had some trouble buttoning the blouse up, since the buttons were small, and the material was a little bit more rigid than she liked. Once it was buttoned she had to accept that it looked really good, but she still didn't like it. The blouse was designed for a girl, not a woman. She looked at herself. She was getting younger by the item. One clear problem with the blouse was the pink pet collar held on by the padlock. It was still on her neck, and it really looked out of place. She hoped Mike would take the damn collar off.