Story: The New Sofia

THE NEW SOFIA

By Tcheser

Sofia couldn’t believe she was moving back home at the age of 26, but she was. It was absolutely necessary and she wouldn’t be doing it if she wasn’t desperate. After she broke up with her boyfriend of 6 years a few months back she also quit her job. The two had worked together. She wouldn’t admit it, but she worked for him and it had only really been because of her generosity that she had risen as fast as she had in the corporation. It was no surprise that she couldn’t find a similar position anywhere else.

Depressed she didn’t work for several months and ran through her savings rapidly. She had never been much of a saver and lived well beyond her means. After three months she was totally broke and her credit cards were maxed out. She had no choice but to reach out to her grandmother for help. She asked for a loan, but her old grandmother didn’t think that was wise. If she were to help out Sofia it would be on her terms. Shamed but without any other options Sofia agreed.

The first stipulation her grandmother had was that she move in with her to cut expenses. Sofia had to give up her luxury apartment and she did it but not without a few tears. Next to go was her leased Jaguar. It was too expensive and required too much upkeep. If she needed to go somewhere her grandmother would arrange something or she could take the bus. This hurt Sofia a lot but she did it. Then without much more then her toiletries and her clothes she moved into her grandmother’s old stately home. She didn’t know how things could get any worse. Soon she found out though.

Once she was moved in Sofia learned that her grandmother was living in another age. She was stuck in the thirties or something. She didn’t approve of Sofia’s fast lifestyle and always rebuffed her when she head Sofia’s tales about the high life. Soon Sofia just stopped telling her wild tales. Unfortunately she had already been labeled by her grandmother as the worst possible thing. A loose irresponsible woman.

This all came to a head a few weeks after Sofia moved in. Her grandmother had already chided her about going out to clubs on work nights, but Sofia always went anyway. This night however she was told she couldn’t go. She had planned to go to the new salsa club on the waterfront and even had a date. Her grandmother told her she couldn’t go out anymore until she had a job and she wouldn’t back down. After several tense moments Sofia seemed to give in. Her grandmother smiled as she went back upstairs apparently to change out of her skimpy dress.

Later that night however, after she thought her grandmother was asleep, Sofia came back down the stairs still in her fancy club hopping attire. She removed her heels and walked in her nylons so not to wake her grandmother. Slipping outside she hurried and caught a cab to the club. Little did she know that her grandmother had suspected she would do this and was watching from her window confirming her suspicions.

Sofia had a wonderful time and was so tired when she slipped back inside the house she slept till 2in the afternoon. Her grandmother let her sleep though, she had plans to fix her granddaughters temperament and could wait until she woke. She didn’t want to let on that she knew about her mischievousness last night. When she did finally awaken and stroll downstairs in her silk robe her grandmother was waiting. She didn’t say anything about last night and simply asked Sofia if she would like some tea. Sofia said that would be lovely and soon was sipping some of her grandmother’s wonderful tea. It was quite good but left her a bit parched or perhaps she was still feeling the effects of the drinks she had the night before. Noticing this grandmother gave her another cup of tea. Sofia drank it gratefully and soon was feeling better. She was still a little tired though she noticed as she began to yawn despite herself. Then before she knew it she was asleep.

Sofia’s grandmother smiled and put a blanket over her granddaughter. She looked like an angel when she was sleeping. She hardly looked like the terrible whore she had become under her equally moral lacking mother’s guidance. Soon though she would be her little angel again. She had seen to that. She came from the generation that believed tonics with flashy names could solves all the ills of the world and had ordered several potent chemicals with just this in mind. These she had slipped in large quantities into Sofia’s tea. Soon she would see the effects. Illegal, experimental drugs in the tonics would act upon her hormones causing her large breasts to shrink in size, halt her menstrual cycle and remove such things as body hair while also inhibiting her growth of muscle and tone.

She was given this cocktail religiously and without her knowledge for a month before she really started suspecting anything was wrong. By then of course it was too late. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed any changes. In fact she noticed several changes but rather then be put off she was initially delighted. She had always found her hips and behind a bit large and was pleased she seemed to be losing weight. Similarly her breasts seemed firmer then ever which was inexplicable but delightful nevertheless. She noted her period was very late, but the antidepressant kept her from worrying about it.

So on the first day of the new month Sofia awoke with a foul taste in her mouth and a terrible bowel movement. Afterward she was still groggy and took a shower. That made her feel a little better and so she set upon dressing. That when she found her tight hip hugger jeans didn’t fit. She knew she had lost weight but still they were way to big in the hips. She had to resort to a pair with an elastic waist. Then she found to her dismay that none of her bras fit. She tried on one and assumed it must have gotten stretched, but after five she had to conclude she was smaller up top. Her hips and ass looked smaller too she noted. There was no full length mirror in her room or anywhere in the house so she had to try and make do with the small bathroom mirror. Sure enough she looked much smaller, but it was hard to tell in the little mirrored surface. The anti depressant made it hard for her to dwell on this though and soon she forgot about it.

Another month from that day Sofia was preparing to go out. The last month she hadn’t done much of anything and in fact couldn’t remember much. She was drugged naturally and had spent almost the entire time home in her room sleeping or lazing around the house. She was off the drugs now as her grandmother thought they had done their work. The residual effects made it hard still for her to really take in the full effects of the drugs though. So she was full of energy and wanted to go out on the town for some fun. She decided to dress extra scandalous this evening to show her grandmother she was still a vivacious independent woman despite certain setbacks in her physique. She wore 5 inch strappy heels, glitter hose, tight hot pants and a bra top she had stuffed with old foam pads. She thought she looked like a more attractive version of Kate Moss.

When she came down the stairs though there were no appreciative smiles from her grandmother. She asked Sofia where she was going to which Sofia replied simply that she was going out. At that her grandmother blocked the door and told her to stop. She would not be going out dressed like that tonight or any night in the near future. Sofia wasn’t about to bow down to her grandmother and be treated like a child so she said she was going out and that was that. She was a grown woman and there was nothing her grandmother could do about it. The two then stared each other down for a moment. Neither of them giving and inch.

That’s when things got ugly. Grandmother grabbed Sofia by the ear and dragged her away from the door. The skill at which she did this was so great that Sofia was nearly bent double to ease the pain and had no choice but to follow her grandmother. She was dragged over to a large cloth covered object Sofia had always assumed was a painting. Her grandmother pulled off the canvas and revealed it to be a very ornate old fashioned full length mirror.

“Let’s see who’s a grown woman shall we” she said as she positioned Sofia in front of it. Reluctantly Sofia let her do this. When she was in position in front of the mirror she liked what she saw and said so.

“So, what is your point, Grandmother?” she asked snidely and prepared again to leave. Her grandmother however stopped her and spun her back around.

“Look more closely dear” Grandmother said and as Sofia did she was abruptly divested of her bra top. The foam pads fell to the floor and her arms quickly shot up to cover her bare top.

“What are you doing?” Sofia cried to which grandmother simply pulled down her hot pants and panties in one fell motion.

“Lower your hands” her grandmother commanded. Sofia wasn’t about to though and just shook her head angrily. To this grandmother responded by landing a hard spanking on Sofia’s ass. “Do it, Sofia” she commanded her again and with reluctance she finally did.

Now unclothed and uncovered her grandmother made Sofia look at herself in the mirror. Then for the first time in two months she finally realized the extent of the changes she had undergone. She couldn’t believe it. Somehow in just two months she had gone from being a beautiful shapely woman to being a shapeless prepubescent girl.

“If you’re a grown woman where are your breasts, dear?” her grandmother asked pointedly. Sofia didn’t know and tried to look away but her strangely stronger grandmother made her continue looking at herself.

“And this little ass looks quite boyish, not at all what one would expect of a big adult woman” Her grandmother continued to point out.

Sofia couldn’t believe it but she was right. She was thin and frail and completely hairless. Her arms and legs were childishly sticklike, her breasts had all but disappeared and her bottom had become quite flat and boyish. She couldn’t take the revelation and fainted dead away. Luckily her grandmother was there to catch her.

When she awoke she found herself in an old bathtub in the center of the living room being gently washed by her grandmother. It was obvious she was naked despite the thick suds that floated all around her. Sofia asked her what was going on. Her grandmother calmly explained that she had fainted dead away on the floor. She had fouled herself, so she was now having a bath. Sofia blushed at this but said nothing. Sofia didn’t want her grandmother to see her reduced assets and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. She knew it was pointless as the old woman had clearly seen her when she was undressing Sofia.

Her grandmother was secretly delighted at the results of her meddling. Sofia had changed more then she had expected by this point. Already she was showing more modesty then she had ever before. She decided to test her granddaughter to see how things were really progressing. She calmly suggested Sofia have a haircut. She didn’t think Sofia’s long brassy blonde locks were appropriate for a young girl like her.

Sofia couldn’t believe what she was hearing and told her grandmother that her hair was none of her business. She would wear it anyway she wanted. She was still an adult after all. She then stood and made to walk out of the tub. Her grandmother held her by the arm for a moment and there was a test of wills, her granny asked if she was sure she was an adult looking her reduced figure up and down, and Sofia’s will began to fade. She covered herself shamefully and started to cry. As a peace offering Grandmother hurried and got the naked girl a big fluffy towel to cover up with and sat her on the ottoman. She was so confused. How could this have happened? Maybe she really wasn’t a grown woman, she certainly didn’t look it, and maybe her wild carefree adult life had been a dream. Then as she sat there sniffling she gave into her grandmother and allowed her to cut her hair.

When she was done she looked even smaller. Her grandmother had given a short pixie cut as it was the only way to remove all the dyed blonde hair and return her to her brunette roots. With her long blonde tresses shorn away the last trace of her womanhood was gone. Her body was changed somehow, her hair and makeup was gone, and even her finely manicured nails were cut in blunt childish manner. From head to toe she resembled at best a thirteen year old.

“There, now aren’t you glad Grammy got you out of those silly dress up clothes?” Grandmother cooed and tried to make Sofia feel better.

“Umm…Yes, Grammy” Sofia replied after a moment. She was so disoriented she could almost believe that what her grandmother had said was true. Maybe she had been playing dress up.

“Good now hurry up to your room and get dressed, dinner is in ten minutes and you still need to set the table. I’ve already set your clothes out on your bed and I don’t want anymore funny business or some little girl is going to have a red behind.”

“Yes, Grammy” Sofia replied softly as she hurried to obey. Once upstairs she tried the door to the room she thought she had been staying in, but found it locked. As she looked around for a key she noticed the room across the hall had her name on it. Had that always been the case and she simply hadn’t noticed it? Investigating she pushed the door open and found the perfect room for a preteen. Simply decorated with a soft bed, low dresser, and little vanity. It wasn’t the room she remembered but it seemed appropriate and sitting on the bed neatly folded were clothes just like her grandmother had said there would be.

“Hurry up, up there, Sofia” she heard her grandmother call and this spurred her into action. She didn’t want to end up with a red behind after all. So she quickly tossed off the towel and began to dress. She had never seen the clothes before and wondered if they were hers. They fit well enough. The white cotton panties seemed made for her small flat behind as did the matching undershirt, white long sleeved button down blouse and little pleated skirt. Ballet flats with little bows graced her little feet. She didn’t recall the last time she wore opaque white knee socks, but if this was how she normally dressed it had to have been recently.

Dressed she reluctantly headed downstairs to set the table as she had been directed. When her grandmother saw her dutifully going about the task, attired now in the clothing of a girl half her age, her heart soared. She had done it. She had taken a loose irresponsible woman and returned her to a state where she could be re-taught and shown the error of her ways. No longer would she have to worry about her granddaughter getting pregnant out of wedlock or doing drugs. She would see to it that these things were totally anathema to this younger more pliable girl. This time she would be raised properly and she would have no cause to worry about this… New Sofia.