[Prologue]

I wish; there is more. I dream; there is greater. I hold all of myself close and distant.

The pieces are here, and yet they are lost. Change comes and goes, as it always must. My heart is veiny leagues of gossamer thread. My mind is an echo in an endless room.

I hurt. There is no salve. I weep. There is no cloth. I wait. There is no respite.

There is only hope. A nightmare bundle torment of hope that rolls forward faster than legs can stride. Someone will come. A flash will strike. All will be different. I will be different. I will be as I should. It will come. One way or another.

Where once there was only me, now blares a cacophony. I have company. More company than I could ever want or imagine. They are with me. They leave me thin and step through the spiderwebs of once-tense firmaments.

What did I once love, so bright and warm and beautiful? Only embers remain. I must be strong. In all places. In the darkness below, where the first roots grow. In the shining above, which I mistake not for love. They are nestles and hollows that I wish I could be. But I wish so many things with all that I have.

Someone will come. All this will change. I have to believe, or else I am lost. But I can't believe big. It must start small. A fragile seed waiting for the first drop of rain to break its slumber..

Arc Introduction
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Welcome to Flush With Pride, Non-Standard Restroom Products For Personal and Business Use.

We offer over fifty to seventy percent off the standard price of other wholesalers.

We sell

- Baby Changing Stations [with an emphasis on changing]
- Paper Tower Dispensers [built to last]
- Electric Hand Dryers [that will blow you away]
- Feminine Hygiene Product Dispensers [to keep the ladies happy with modules for all restroom types]
- Industrial Cleaning Products [to keep everything fresh]
- Soap Dispensers [with the softest soaps available]
- Durable Toilet Seats [guaranteed to resist vandals. Including models to remind the men in your household to be considerate and not to leave the seat up]
- Custom Urinal Models [for men and women]

All our products come with a lifetime warranty...and are repurposed from... [small fine print]... may retain supernatural properties... Flush With Ltd. does not guarantee that the purchaser will retain physical or mental age, gender and gender identity, sexual anatomy, human form, or primary memories of this reality with the use of the above products. The customer implicitly waives all rights to legal action with the purchase...

In the shifting sea of the Internet, some chance upon the site and order without reading too closely...

The Tall and Short Problems of a Cute Gamer Girl

[1]

"God freaking darn it, Jeremy! Again?"

Rachel fumed, almost cursing aloud as she pulled her soaked butt out of the seatless bowl she'd lowered herself onto in the dark. She slapped the seat down and tried to clean herself with the towels and paper that were nearby.

In the bedroom, her husband shifted and groaned in his sleep. Scrunching her eyes, she swallowed any further words. As irate as she was at her husband for leaving the toilet seat up for the nth day running despite her constant reminders, this was not the hour to deal with it.

After cleaning herself up and slipping back into bed on their Alaskan King, she let his long shape envelop her. Dwarfing her at six and a half feet, she sometimes wondered if he understood what it was like for the mere mortals around him. At a little over five-eight, she had always considered herself decently tall for a woman. And her husband was comforting to be around, when he remembered she was there. He was a good man, but he just needed a firmer reminder.

In the morning, he scoffed at her seat mention and assured her he wouldn't forget, and then promptly forgot twice in one afternoon. Rachel didn't want to fight with him; they'd had plenty of those. But she didn't know what to do. Occasionally, he had the nerve to say she needed to be more mindful. She vented by deliberately putting all the seats down. This only caused him to grumble after he accidentally peed on one.

It was such a small thing to make such a big deal about. But two recent urinary tract infections told her something had to change. After randomly scrolling through online listings for an infrared-enabled smart seat that might solve the problem, Rachel found herself digging deep on Google until she came across a low-key but fascinating site with incredibly low prices.

Flush With Pride? She snorted, noting that it sounded like one of her husband's many silly, random puns. Her skepticism flared as she scanned the site and scoured the fine print. Transforming toilet products? The joke site of some bitter, fringe feminist? Everything seemed legit, though. They even had HTTPS and a secure order page.

Buying a comfortable seat guaranteed to "help husbands and sons remember to leave the seat down for other members of the household." She included scrubbing brushes and cleansers because of the good discounts.

When her orders arrived in a week, she remarked to her husband that she was going to switch out the "wobbly and worn" seat in the master bath that had been the biggest source of their disagreements. Jeremy agreed without noticing, as he was working on a video edit at the time.

Once everything was in place and tidied up, she found it hard to focus on sewing for her Etsy plushie page. He actually managed to put the seat down for the evening. Rachel wondered if maybe she'd misread the order, and if there was magic, it only made men do the right thing. Realistically, the most she expected was a silly siren announcing that the toilet seat had been left up when it wasn't supposed to be.

Later, she was in bed and had nearly forgotten all about it when she heard Jeremy get up from the last of his work and use the master bath. And the next sound was a squeaky, high-pitched soprano scream.

Dashing from bed, she had to hide her smile as she witnessed an unfamiliar, petite young woman with her butt dunked in the cold toilet water. As she whimpered, Rachel helped her to her feet and got her a towel.

Immediately, it was impossible to ignore how tiny Jeremy had become. Grabbing a tape measure from her sewing kit, Rachel soon declared that he... she was barely 146 cm, a full 54 cm shorter than he'd been mere moments ago. Not only that, but she had a delicate, plush appearance once she peeled back her drape of manly clothes. Her plump thighs spread out from wide, curvy hips with a narrow, hairless gap between them.

Her breasts, with broad, red, nervously-erect nipples, appeared to Rachel's scrutinizing eye to be close to her own DDs, but dominated Jeremy's tiny chest. A swoop of dark brown hair parted awkwardly at the center of her head, askew from all the excitement but settling easily on her lean shoulders.

Rachel marveled at her altered husband, little more than a soft, petite delicate toy doll. Pondering, she imagined that her husband might not be more than 90 pounds now. With her yoga and weight-training, she could probably lift her.

Without warning, Rachel did just that. It was even easier than she thought. The hard part was Jeremy shrieking in terror right next to her ear as she hoisted her dainty husband into her arms. Begging with a frantic squeak, Jeremy warned that she still had to pee. Plopping her plush, girlish rear on the seat, Rachel caught her breath and helped her husband through the process.

When the panic subsided, Jeremy finally had enough presence of mind to ask what happened. As Rachel filled her in, Jeremy fumed adorably and announced, "I guess there is real magic, but why not just tell me to put the seat down more, gosh darn it?"

Rachel also fumed,  but softened when Jeremy flinched. She pointed out how many times she'd told him. She lamented that this felt like her last resort, a reminder that might actually stick. Before Jeremy could fretfully question if this was permanent, Rachel recited the instructions that came with the seat.

"The first offense is 24 hours, or one day. The second is two. And it doubles from there. Six strikes, and you'll definitely need some help for your 32 days. A tenth straight slip up, and you may well forget about being a man over 512 days of this."

Her husband's cute green eyes peered out widely as she stammered through apology and nervous relief. Searching for clothes, Rachel had more fun than she might want to admit brushing her husband's hair and then finding some stuff that actually might work for her amongst the oldest clothes she kept. A pair of her yoga pants managed to fit Jeremy's tiny frame, and a sports bra draped over her like a sleeveless top.

As the topper, Rachel brainstormed names before finally settling on Giselle. "Giselle" grumbled with the way her male, tall self set things almost twenty inches higher than she could use. Though she mostly responded with kindness, Rachel enjoyed watching her soft, full-figured gymnast-sized husband hop and stretch to reach the most basic of things.

In bed, Giselle observed that the once comfortable bed now felt like an ocean she might lose herself in. But Rachel didn't have sleep on her mind. Instead, her fingers found the snug spot between Giselle's plump thighs and teased her tiny, concentrated nerves.

Though there were many things Jeremy loathed about being Giselle that night, the ways her wife discovered just how to make her squirm with undreamt of kinds of pleasure was not one of them.

[Since this is meant to be interactive, feel free to suggest ideas and prompts for future/alternate branch storylines. Some branches are already written but this will allow me to best pick new/alternate ones. I'm currently just rolling dice.]

Current rough ideas/prompts list