The Wishing Well (Stream Commission)

Sam had the blues.

It wasn’t fair of him to be upset with Andrea, he knew. She didn’t owe him anything, certainly not a date, and absolutely not something so serious as a romantic entanglement. She’d even let him down easily, explaining that there was nothing wrong with him, he just wasn’t the type of person she wanted in a romantic partner. They could still be friends.

Still… rejection hurt. He couldn’t blame her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Andrea was just as cool a person as she had been before, and being her friend was great.

It didn’t mean he didn’t want more.

The path through the old town was a winding one. It was good for gloomy walks. There were many old bits of architecture dotting the landscape, stone buildings, barns, structures from before this had been a bustling city. There was even an old well, at the top of a hill.

Stupid, Sam thought. Who builds a well at the top of a hill?

It was enough of a curiosity to get his attention, and he wandered up to it. The well was defunct, like he’d expected - there was no mechanism to fetch water, and peering into it, he couldn’t even see anything like an aquifer. Some joker had hung a wooden sign on the front, though, reading, ‘Wishing well - 2c.’

He had the pennies, and they were just about worthless anyways. It might make him feel better. Taking the coins from his pocket, he tossed them in and waited.

“I wish I was the kind of person Andrea wanted,” he said after a pause, kicking at the dirt.

The idle wish didn’t fix his broken heart.

It didn’t need to.

Sam’s face… changed. It didn’t hurt, but it felt strange, like wax dripping across his skin. His chest shifted, growing heavy, almost throwing him off his balance.

“Huh?” he yelped, looking down. Plain as day, he had a pair of large, perky breasts, straining inside his men’s T-shirt that was not designed to contain them.

That only lasted a second. In the blink of an eye his outfit changed. His shirt grew, a bra providing relief and support as the plain athletic shirt was replaced with a baby blue V-neck that showed off his new breasts plainly.

More troubling, though, was the way his pants vanished, replaced by a matching blue skirt. Beneath it, he felt his boxers vanish at the same time, replaced not by panties, but by a bulging, heavy diaper.

He wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of himself. The diaper hadn’t even had the dignity of showing up on him clean - it was clearly, both from the smell, and the squelch, soiled and in dire need of a change.

Alarmed, he took out his phone from the skirt’s pocket, switching the camera to selfie mode so he could look at himself. Herself. Her hair had grown out and was pulled into pigtails. Her features were more delicate, with full red lips and wide eyes.

Sam’s new appearance was simply adorable.

She hesitated, staring. “I… but…”

In a panic, she stuck her hand in her pocket, but she was out of pennies. Turning, Sam found that the sign had vanished from the well, and boards had appeared over the top. No more wishes there.

She blushed, as looking down at herself, idly tugging at the hem of her skirt to try and hide the diaper that was sagging out beneath it.

Her new look was cute, but mortifying at the same time. And yet…

Fingers buzzing with excitement, she raised the camera. There was nobody around, not in this abandoned part of old town, so she even lifted the skirt, showing off her heavy, full diaper. Snap. Capturing the photo, she looked it over, hesitating.

She punched in Andrea’s number. ‘So… I can’t explain it, but I changed. Can we talk?’

Her finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. Finally, she made up her mind and sent the text, along with the selfie.

A second passed. Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of its chest, and then her phone buzzed. ‘Sam? WTF is that you?!’

‘Yes, it is. I made a wish or something - I don’t know what happened, but this is me now.’

The ‘typing’ notification appeared, and Sam watched the phone with baited breath, until the next message popped up. ‘You are SO CUTE. Get your diapered butt over here already.’