Amanda and Rob

Amanda was laying on her bed, listening to a book as she played on her Switch. The 18 year old high school senior was a mousy, small thing, only about 5'2; the shortest in her family. She'd inherited her father's dark, thick hair but her mother's wavy locks, which combined to make for an unruly mop that was difficult to tame, and she was short sighted enough that she had to wear thick glasses. What she lacked in looks, she made up for in smarts though, and she embraced her social niche as nerdy game girl with relish.

She'd known her Mom had decided to go on this stupid game show, and she'd been one of the family members opposed to it. Not as much as her older sister, but then again, Amanda never did anything as strongly as Lindsey did. Naturally it was the men in her family assenting, along with her mother's irrepressible will once she set her mind to something, that carried the day. So Amanda quietly went along with it, just as she quietly went along with most things, and did her best during the fateful hour to pretend it wasn't happening.

Thus she gamed while her mother gambled her mind and body.

She'd just finished uncovering a new gyroid (this one had a cute little sombrero) when and odd, tingling sensation began to run along her body. She tingled all over, and her body suddenly felt lighter than air. Then it began to shift, her clothes growing and shifting around her.

With a gasp, Amanda jumped up from the bed and ran over to the full sized mirror by her closet. She watched in horror and fascination as the world shrank around her, her height blossoming by a few inches. Her non-existent curves began to fill out, breasts growing under a sweater that tightened to conform to her body. Her skinny thighs grew curvy, her posterior changing from flat to full. Her waist length hair shortened into an "I want to speak to your manager" bob that framed a face she barely recognized.

Her clothes became a woman's rather than a teenage girl's; a tight top to show off her womanly figure and a pencil skirt. Even her glasses had taken a more mature style.

As she looked in the mirror, she realized she looked...well, like someone's Mom. Albeit a very, very hot one.

"What in the hell happened to me?" She asked in a voice that had dropped several octaves. It was breathy and husky. She jumped when she heard it, before she realized it had come from her own lips.

Somehow, she was calm through all this. She felt in control of the situation despite the inherent insanity of what she was witnessing.

Dad, she thought, I need to talk to Dad.

And no sooner had she turned toward her parents bedroom, than she heard a piercing, feminine scream from it.

*****

"It looks like we started by 'sending' MILF to Amanda. She's your youngest I believe."

"No!" Becky objected. She wanted to cry. "She's too young! You're taking her life away!"

"Oh relax," Jack said dismissively. "We're not here to kill people. She won't age for another 18 years. It's just a new look, that's all. Well, that and some poise and maturity we threw in with the change which, really, you ought to thank us for. No wild college phase!"

"You monster!" Becky spat anyway, hardly reassured by his words.

She thought fast. Eric was off at school and Lindsey was probably with her boyfriend. Despite her objections, they'd moved in together after moving out East. That left Amanda at home with Rob. At least he'd be there for her. Unless...

"What about my husband?" She asked quickly.

*****

Rob watched the game intensely, taking notes. He'd assented to his wife going on the show after she'd showed him clips of it, though he'd taken some convincing.

When she'd shown it to him, all she'd wanted Rob to see were the clips where contestants left beautiful and rich, sometimes with better jobs or major life problems resolved. That was all well and good, but Rob hadn't made detective by being a pushover, or for want of an ability to self research. The downsides were downright terrifying, and many of the contestants had left as ruined shells of themselves; sexualized parodies that he found as disturbing as they were darkly arousing. They had a good life. A good family. A strong marriage. Why take the risk?

Ultimately three things brought him around. The first was his wife's irrepressible will. Oh, she claimed she'd respect his decision. But if Rob was her rock, Rebecca could be the river that slowly chipped away at it. The money didn't hurt either; two college tuitions had already taken their toll on the family finances, and Amanda was getting looks from Ivy League schools. He was proud of that, certainly, but the tuition gave him panic attacks that no dangerous criminal had ever managed. And then there were those women who left the show, gorgeous beyond anything natural. Something about his wife as one of those put the lead right back in Rob's pencil.

So he'd allowed her to do, and to her credit, it had gone well! His wife had become gorgeous (or moreso, at least) But as the first punishment unveiled itself, not just to her but their whole family, the mysterious internet broadcast consumed all his attention. Watching on his laptop in bed, he found himself hunched over it, no longer even bothering to keep track of Becky's draws.

That, as it turned out, was a mistake.

Rob felt a strange, oddly pleasurable feeling overtake his body as it began to shift and change. It started in the muscles he worked so hard at, which dwindled away, leaving his frame skinny and frail. His whole body began to shrink then, the world rapidly expanding around him as his height plummeted from a robust 6'3 to a diminutive 4'11. His body hair vanished, leaving tanned skin as long, waist length hair exploded out to frame a rapidly changing face. The changes felt like they were happening in slow motion, and at some point, he heard himself scream.

Breasts grew on his chest, and his hips expanded to give him a girlish, hourglass figure. His new tits looked huge on his tiny new frame. Finally, he felt his cock retract. He looked down in horror as his sweatpants shrank into a pair of panties, and the bulge underneath them withdrew itself into his body, changing and shifting until he realized that he was no longer a he at all.

The newly minted woman crawled over to the spot where the bed faced a mirror, her jaw dropping at what she saw. What looked back at Rob wasn't a woman at all, but a girl. A tiny, doe eyed teenage girl barely older than his own daughter.

No. Younger than her... She thought, suddenly realizing which of the changes she'd been given. She was the little sister now. As if to mock her for this, the top that had replaced her button up read "Baby Girl".

"Dad?" A woman's voice called behind her.

Rob turned to find a very attractive brunette towering over her. Her doe eyes somehow managed to get even wider.

"Mandi?"