Trick or Treat Understudy

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Originally, the plan had been for Max to take his sister trick or treating. He did not really mind. After all, he could possibly get some candy out of the deal. Then, she came down with a cold and their mom decided she couldn't go out. Unfortunately for Max, that was not all she decided.

After drinking a chalky purple liquid, Max's body had changed, shrunk. He went from a teenager to a boy the same age as his little sister. He looked just as he had when he had been six, with one key difference. Somehow, the cocktail om had made gave him Annie's long luxurious brown hair. Since they only had her clothes that would fit his new size, Max sat there in panties and a camisole as his mom braided his hair and explained that he would be trick or treating as Annie. Try as he might, he was too small and too weak to stop his mom from dressing him up in Annie's fairy costume.

"Goodness!" His mom said as she looked him over. "I almost thought you were Annie myself."

"Mom..." he whined, wincing as he was reminded just how high his prepubescent voice was.

"Annie calls me Mommy. Now stop pouting. It just makes you look more like Annie. Besides, the potion will wear off before school on Monday. A weekend as a little girl won't kill you." She smiled at the still pouting boy. "It's all in good fun. Now here, take your wand. Oh, and be more careful! Your tutu's not that long and the last thing you want is for every boy in the neighborhood to see your pretty panties."

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