Leo discovers a new side of himself

Leo pushed his unease deep down where he **** the rest of his feelings before picking up the dice. Something was definitely off, but he didn't want to draw any attention over it.

A five and a four. Leo moved nine spaces and picked up his first card. He chose not to read it aloud simply out of a lack of desire, though he was especially glad with his choice as his eyes scanned the very odd choice of words:

You won't get second looks with your lank and your scruff / To compete with your sister, it won't be enough / To draw the eyes of the repressed brute / Embrace a new you that's small, smooth, and cute.

"What does it say, Leo?" asked Jen.

"I don— AHEM!"

Leo meant to say 'I don't know,' but as the first couple syllables spilled from his mouth, he cut himself off and cleared his throat.

"I—"

He clutched his throat. His voice sounded like it was cracking under some kind of pressure. Jen leaned over the table.

"Leo?"

He did not answer his mother, instead trying to **** the game to move on in silence. He sat back into his chair and looked down at the table. He jumped in his seat when he realized how close his sight was to the table's surface. He tried to sit up straight, but nearly fell out of his chair doing so.

"Leo, what's wrong?" asked Jen.

Drew leaned forward. He knew he should probably be concerned, but there was something... _interesting _about the way Leo seemed to be shrinking into his seat.

"It's noth—!" He coughed into his arm. His voice felt even more strained.

Holding up his hand, he realized how long his jacket sleeves were. They completely covered his hands. He tried to pull them up, but as he did, he felt his jacket and shirt slip off his shoulder and fall all the way down to his chest.

"EEP!"

He attempted to cover his soft, exposed pectoral, then smother his embarrassingly high-pitched yelp, and then in all of his panic, he really did fall out of his chair.

"Leo!"

Jen stood up and started waddling around Drew's chair.

"Leave me alone!"

Leo attempted to disguise his voice, shout and whisper at the same time. As he crawled away from the table, his body continued to shrink, his shoulders melting into his torso. It was hard enough trying to keep his incredibly tall shirt and jacket on, when he felt his pants and underwear slip off. He froze.

It was at this unfortunate moment that his parents and sister got around the furniture to see what had happened to poor Leo, only for the first sight to greet them to be a smooth, hairless ass and a dangling dick. Drew felt a twinge from his own member, and had to muster all of his self-control to avoid going in for a closer inspection, which became even more tempting when his son's head whipped around. Not only was Leo's face and chest as hairless as his nethers, his once bony features, from his chin and shoulders to his hips and legs had become smooth and round, his figure was the epitome of "petite," with a little extra fat stored in his bottom. His chest was so small, his eyes were so big, he looked so...

"Cute..."

Jen read the card Leo had left on the table while Drew was distracted by his son. He'd thought just a moment ago while pondering the ethical dimension of having sex with his daughter. Would he have sex with his son? He tried to convince himself that the answer was no, though in reality he'd felt ambivalent, and probably wouldn't have pushed him out of bed. Drew wanted to pretend that he was seeing a total stranger in front of him, but he could not help but see his son in the feminine creature that he'd become. The messy dark hair, the pale skin, the withdrawn posture... all that stuff made him even cuter.

Leo had only frozen for a second or two before he screamed at his family.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!"

He pulled his jacket over his head and ran to the bathroom, leaving his clothes behind. His last shout confirmed that his voice had undergone a full metamorphosis. It was even shriller than his sister's, and judging from how he appeared standing up, he'd gone from the tallest in the family to the shortest.

Jen followed him to the bathroom and knocked once.

"Leo?"

She waited five seconds and knocked again. After ten more seconds of waiting, she walked back to the table. Drew sat back down before anyone could see the tent in his pants. For a moment, Jen looked like she wanted to open up and say what was on her mind, but Drew interrupted her before she could articulate the though.

"Leo can come out when he's ready."

He turned to his daughter, still standing and staring at the bathroom door.

"Your turn, Erin."

She turned to her Dad in disbelief.