Author's Note: This chapter was originally a fair bit longer, but when I was going to check where I wanted Cheaper 3 to begin and end I realized it was going to be far too short for my liking. In light of this I've cut Chapter 2 down a little bit and the cut portion will be the opening of Chapter 3.

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“Wh-what did you do?!” Ryan stammered. “Why am I pissing myself?! Make it stop!”

“Apologies, Mistress,” Sisu purred, a sly smile playing across her face, “but once again changes may not be reversed. Behold your price, for now and forevermore.”

Ryan whimpered pitifully as the flow slowed and finally stopped. Gingerly she took her hands away to survey the damage. Not only were her jeans thoroughly ruined but so too were her socks and carpet as she stood in a puddle of her own pee. She whined, heart racing, as the full gravity of the situation settled in. She may be in the body of her dreams, but now she was apparently incontinent. She hadn't even realized she was peeing until Sisu had pointed it out. Her knees felt weak again and she started to wobble.

Sisu reached out and caught her before she could fall again. “There now, Mistress,” she said to the poor girl. “I am sure you will manage. After all, is this not what you wanted? You got exactly what you wished for. This will be a small price in the end.”

Ryan pulled away from the genie, her stomach churning with so many mixed emotions. “I…I don't…this is so much. I don't know how I feel right now. I mean, yeah. I'm a girl, but… I don't know. What do I do?”

Sisu drifted a few feet into the air, laying on her back this time and looking upside down at Ryan. “Well for starters, I advise you to change. You do not want to be in those soaked jeans much longer. Besides, I am sure there are plenty of new things you are eager to explore.”

Ryan's stomach did a small flip. She hadn't actually considered yet that she would have to examine her new body. Slowly she nodded and said, “Yeah, you're right. I should…um…take a shower at least.”

Sisu nodded. “A good idea. Take your time, I shall be here when you return.” She righted herself and gave a small bow to Ryan as her form began to fuzz and become smoke once again which promptly flowed into the antique bottle from whence she came, sealing with a pop, leaving Ryan alone with herself.

The girl looked at the bottle for a second, then took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom. Or at least she tried to. She had anticipated struggling because her pants were too long and covered her feet, but what she didn’t anticipate was her center of gravity being thrown off considerably and she tumbled to the floor pretty much immediately. Not only was she shorter, but her body weight was redistributed to places she wasn’t really accustomed to and it took a moment to find her balance properly. She wobbled and hastily stumbled to the hallway where she was able to support herself on the wall and make her way carefully to the bathroom.

Most of the things in there belonged to Andrea, Ryan mostly just kept her toothbrush and razor on the sink and shampoo in the shower. Ryan wondered if she should start getting moisturizer or something when she caught herself in the mirror and let out a gasp.

The girl looking back was almost completely unrecognizable. The long dark hair framed her face in a way that emphasized her baby blue eyes like she'd never seen. Her face was rounder, less angular. Her t-shirt hung loose on her, but she could see that her shoulders were much narrower than before and gave her a very petite look.

“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself, leaning close to the mirror. “I’m…I'm cute! I’m really cute. I thought I'd end up more pretty, but…man, I'm adorable.”

Her eyes drifted down and noticed the shape under her shirt. Taking a breath she pulled off her shirt to expose her new boobs. She had no real frame of reference besides Andrea, but she thought they were a very good size, enough to get a good handful of and then some. She hefted them and squeezed them, a big smile on her face, as she took a nipple and gave it a firm pinch. It sent a jolt through her chest and she yelped loudly and yanked her hand away. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, but it was unexpected. She gave another, more gentle pinch and let out a small involuntary moan as an unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, sensation radiated from her boob. She stood there, just playing with her boobs and looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, before she took her hands away to continue undressing.

Her gaze lowered further, past the mirror and down past her boobs to her pants. This was the scariest thing she had ever done, she thought, as she reached down, unbuttoned her pants, pulled the zipper, and yanked her pants down. Or, at least she tried to yank them down. They were too tight around her butt and only moved a little bit. She had to grab the sides and wiggle her butt back and forth until they finally came free. As she pulled off the soiled clothing she finally saw…well, nothing. She had still half expected to see her new vagina from some angle, but apparently it was lower down than she thought and it was obscured by her belly. She looked up at the mirror, but she was too short to see anything lower than her chest. She gingerly reached down and after a second she felt it, just a bit lower than where her penis used to be.

It was one thing to see and play with somebody else’s vagina during sex, but it was an entirely different matter to have one of her own. Her fingers began to explore the folds, finding the opening fairly easy. Steeling herself she slipped her middle finger in. She expected pleasure, but was almost disappointed as it just felt…fine? She had a finger in her, alright. It didn't feel good or bad, just…okay. She pulled the finger out, a bit disappointed, and absentmindedly prodded the spot where her dick had been. To her surprise she found a small lump covered in loose skin.

“That must be my clit,” she muttered to herself. By all accounts this was probably the most sensitive spot on her whole body, so she was careful as she spread the skin aside until she felt the cool air on it. Very gingerly she brushed her finger along the nub and shuddered as she felt another wave of shock roll through her. It wasn't as intense as her nipple, but she had been ready for it this time, and she had the sense that if she really went at it the same way it would have been much much more intense.

Ryan pulled her hand away and pulled off the rest of her clothes. She reached into the shower and turned the knob to the spot she knew was the perfect temperature. She gave the water a minute to warm up while she looked at herself in the mirror before she stepped into the shower. Immediately something was wrong. The water wasn't as hot as it should be. She checked the knob and saw it was right where it normally was. Weird, she'd never had problems with it before. Maybe something was wrong with the water heater. She adjusted the knob until it reached a nice temperature before settling into her routine.

Ryan spent a little longer in the shower than she intended, but she was marveling at how big everything seemed now. She knew she’d lost some height, but she wasn’t prepared for the perspective shift it had given her. Before she had been nearly eye-level with the shower curtain, but now she had to strain just to reach the showerhead. The world had gotten so much bigger. She also wasn’t quite sure what the correct method was for washing her longer hair. For all the knowledge Sisu had beamed into her head this wasn’t among it. She just gave it a usual scrub with shampoo, but underestimated how much she would actually need, which resulted in her overcompensating and making a big soapy, bubbly mess. She’d have to ask Andrea to show her the proper haircare procedure some time. Ryan still wasn’t looking forward to speaking with her after all this, but it couldn’t be helped. She tried not to think about it, but no matter how hard she tried, a knot of nervousness remained in her stomach.

Ryan stepped out of the shower a short while later and toweled off as best as she could, taking care when she dried her crotch. However, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t quite seem to get her hair dry enough and felt it dripping down her back. She took the towel along with her as she left, thinking not only of her hair but also the puddle she’d left in the living room and intended to use the towel to clean it up. Before she could tackle that, though, she needed to get dressed to some degree. She walked down the hall and into her messy bedroom, old clothes strewn about and various knick knacks and junk covering just about every surface. Even her dresser was cluttered, an old flatscreen she’d gotten from her ex taking up most of the space and leaving little room for anything else. Ryan tossed the towel onto the unmade bed and pulled open the top drawer where she kept her socks and underwear and pulled out a pair of old boxers and slipped them on.

Or at least she tried to, because the boxers didn’t quite fit. While her jeans had been too tight, apparently her underwear was too loose and slipped off immediately. Ryan frowned and reached for a different drawer holding her shirts, which she found had a similar issue. Every one of the shirts was far too big on her petite frame and if she tried hard enough she could slip entirely through the neck hole of some of the biggest ones. Of course, all of her pants were too tight with all but the biggest pair refusing to go over her butt at all. Ryan noted that even if they would fit they would all be too long after losing so much height. Her old men’s pants weren’t going to fit her no matter how hard she tried.

Ryan had a thought then, and dug through the laundry until she found what she was looking for, a pair of jeans that Andrea had left there a few days prior. Ryan tried to put them on but found that, while Andrea’s pants did pull up to her waist, they were too big for her petite frame, and Andrea’s pants were still too long anyway. Standing there in a too-large t-shirt and nothing else Ryan gave a frustrated huff and was wondering what she was going to do when she heard a voice pipe up.

“That does not look good, Mistress,” noted Sisu, hovering in the doorway. Ryan yelped and tried to pull her shirt down to cover her crotch but in the process managed to bring the shirt down past her shoulders, held in place only by her boobs.

“What are you doing?!” she shrieked at the genie.

“Apologies, Mistress,” Sisu said smoothly, gliding into the room.” I noticed you were taking a while so I came to check on you. It does not appear that you have anything that will fit.”

Ryan blushed and looked around. “You should have knocked or something,” she complained. “You could have seen my junk! Or…my….you know what I mean!”

Sisu rolled her eyes. “Oh nooooo!” she mocked, bringing the back of her hand to her forehead in a mock swoon. “How embarrassing for me if the person who literally molded my genitals saw my vagina! The horror!”

Ryan blushed harder and looked away. “It’s the principle of the thing,” she muttered.

Sisu smiled at her. “It is adorable that you think that, Mistress. Anyway, embarrassment is not going to fix this predicament. From the look of things nothing in here will fit that new body of yours.”

“Yeah,” Ryan admitted, looking around at all the strewn about clothes she’d tried. “I’m not sure what to do. I can’t even wear Andrea’s clothes to go to the store, and even if I could I don’t know what would fit me. I think I’d need to get someone to figure that out for me and then I’d have to replace everything. I can’t afford that.”

"Oh dear,” Sisu said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “If only you knew someone who could do all of that and modify your clothing to make it all fit. Then you would not have to risk going out into the world in clothes that do not fit at all.”

Her eyes twinkled as she looked at the girl.

Ryan picked up on what she was implying immediately. “You mean you’d do that for me? You’d help me out? Just like that?”

“Oh, Mistress, not for nothing!” Sisu said, rising from the bed into her reclining position. “I am a genie, remember? I cannot do anything for you unless you wish for it.”

Ryan swallowed nervously. Making a wish would mean Sisu taking something else from her, but she didn’t really see much of a choice. She couldn’t look like this when Andrea showed up, she at least needed something to wear that wasn’t a total disaster. Really, what else could she do?

“Wh-what…” she stammered nervously, “what would you take?”

“Nothing too much,” said the genie slyly. “It would not be anything you would miss, anyway.”

That was worrying, but as far as Ryan could see there was nothing to be done. Ryan took a deep breath, looked the genie in the eyes, and spoke.

“Okay, I guess I don’t have a choice. I wish that all my clothes fit me perfectly.”

“Your wish is my command, Mistress."