Short scene. My first-ever AR process (adult to 17)

[qzar9999]

I've never done AR before, since a lot of my stories have sex in them and this obviously causes a bit of a conflict. However, I'm writing a story as a Christmas gift to a friend, and this is part of it. I'm looking for constructive criticism, because if I'm writing it I want it to be good. Any feedback is appreciated.

The setup: Marcie got a special gift from Emma--a magical necklace that puts her body under her lover's control. She's already been shrunken to doll-size, but when Marcie refuses to put on a Barbie-outfit fashion show, her Mistress gets creative with punishing her.

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Emma looked thoughtful for a few moments before a sly grin crept across her features. "Hmm...so you're too old to play dress-up, eh?"

The necklace on her chest warmed up again, and Marcie felt more tingles shoot through her system. She wondered what Emma could possibly be doing to her now. Whatever it was, it couldn't be as humiliating as being made into a living Barbie doll, right? "I don't know what you're up to, but nothing is going to convince me. You're wasting your time, Miss Emma." Marcie blinked, confused at what she'd just said. Where had that come from?

A quick look around showed she didn't seem to be getting any shorter, so what was going on? The tingles were all over her body, but unlike when she'd been shrinking before, they seemed to be more concentrated in her boobs and butt. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she rubbed her hands over the more active areas, trying to figure out what about them was changing. A sudden glance up reminded her she was touching herself in front of Miss Emma, and she flushed with embarrassment, dropping her hands.

"Eep! I'm, like, so sorry! How totally embarrassing!" Marcie said. She shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, as if trying to remember something. Why should she be embarrassed, though? Hadn't Miss Emma...hadn't EMMA seen her naked before? Hadn't they just...done stuff? Marcie giggled involuntarily and blushed further as she thought about it. She shook her head again, trying to clear her thoughts. What was happening to her?

Emma watched from above in amusement as Marcie changed again. The differences were much more subtle, but if she watched closely she could see the small physical transformations happening. Marcie's limbs were thinning and losing some of their muscle tone, her hips and ass were slowly becoming less curvaceous and feminine, and her tits were slightly shrinking while becoming higher and perkier on her chest. It was also obvious from Marcie's speech and confused looks that her mentality was being affected as well.

"Like, why are you staring at me anyway, you giant perv? Go put a shirt on, or something, you weirdo," Marcie said. She blinked rapidly again, her mind reeling. "Er...I mean, Mistress...Emma..." She stopped and started over. "Miss Emma, like, what are you doing to me? I feel totally weird!" She looked down at her boobs, slowly losing mass as they rode higher on her chest. Her butt was flattening, its curves fading. She could also feel subtle shifts in her face, although without the benefit of, like, a mirror or whatever, she couldn't see what was happening. After several more seconds of confusion, the tingles slowly faded away. Marcie looked down at herself, trying to work out what had just happened. It was difficult with her mind constantly wavering; she felt like she should be the one in charge here, but then, a second later, she remembered that Miss Emma was much bigger, and she was older, and didn't Marcie have to listen to her? Suddenly, she shook her head again. Mistress--EMMA wasn't older, she was two years younger than Marcie.

Wasn't she?

"How do you feel, Marcie?" Emma asked, turning away from her to dig in her purse on the floor. She deliberately bent over in such a way as to show off her ass to the tiny girl standing on the bed.

Marcie appreciated the sight, but then suddenly felt embarrassed for looking. "Emma, what the fuck did you do to me now?" she yelled. She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead, as if trying to concentrate. "Um, I'm totally sorry about that. I didn't mean to, like, be rude to you, Miss Emma." God, what was wrong with her? She suddenly felt riddled with insecurities, and she couldn't seem to focus, and she was, like, acting and talking like a--

A makeup mirror nearly as tall as she was suddenly plopped down onto the bed next to her. Miss Emma's giant hand was holding it up, letting Marcie get a good look. As she took in her appearance, her eyes slowly widened. Her limbs were slimmer; she looked less like an athlete now, her musculature better described as wiry or lean. Her boobs were noticeably smaller and significantly perkier, sitting high and proud on her narrow chest. Her butt was much narrower, its womanly curves faded away. Her face had become a bit thinner, her features narrowing slightly. Her skin and hair also seemed slightly more vibrant. She'd gone from being a real knockout to someone who, while still very pretty, was clearly just leaving a stage of being somewhat lanky and awkward. "I'm...I'm..." she stammered, unable to finish the sentence.

Above her, Emma whistled a familiar-sounding tune, then softly sang "Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me..."

[Istmael]

Love it! Short, sweet, and I totally dig the mental changes. Well done!