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“And now my life is changed in oh so many ways”
“Help!” by The Beatles


Time Bomb by Nomdreserv

Part 7

“Hurry, Lees!” Karen repeated. “We can’t let Bob see us like this.”

She referred only to their lack of clothing, not to their still unrecognized shift in age.
However, unknowingly, Karen’s mental picture of Bob shifted even as she spoke. Her
initial thought had been that of a parent figure, which fit Bob’s relative age fairly well,
but subconsciously, she knew that wasn’t right. After all, they were married and
everything. Then came the image of Bob as a teenager, still fresh in her mind from the
weekend, and much easier to accommodate. It wasn’t at all unusual for preteen girls to
have crushes on teen boys (in fact, the entertainment industry relies on it), and that’s
about all her emotional attachment could be translated to at the moment. Relating to
anyone older was out of the question.

And so, as the panic driven girls fumbled with their clothes, Bob experienced a strong
tingle as he entered the house. Thinking nothing of it, or the sudden looseness of his
pants, he called out.

“Karen? Lisa? Are you here?”

Upstairs, the girls had managed to shimmy into their panties, both noticing how odd the
over-large underwear appeared on the other, but ignoring the puzzle in their haste. Lisa
briefly held up her discarded bra in bewilderment. What the heck was this doing with her
clothes?

“Lees! Quit foolin’ around. Hurry!” Karen ordered, throwing on her sweatshirt and not
bothering to wonder why it came past her knees, since she was busy trying to wrestle her
hands through the too long sleeves.

They heard Bob finish a circuit of the downstairs and approach the landing.

Lisa dropped the bra and put on her shirt. The short sleeves went past her elbows, and it
hung on her like a dress. In even greater puzzlement, she held up her skirt - it seemed
almost as long as she was, and looked like it had enough waist room for both of them.

“Um, Karen,” she began, the truth slowly forcing itself.

“What?” Karen gave up trying to get her too large shoes and shorts to stay on. She
reached up beneath the shirt to rescue her slipping panties. She could hear Bob coming
up the stairs.

“I think, maybe, your, um, you know, magic’s out of control again.” Lisa stood on tiptoes
to get a better look at herself in the dresser mirror. The mystery only deepened, however,
because except for her obviously oversize clothes, she looked fine.

“Don’t be silly, Lees. I’m ... OH, HI!” she almost screamed as Bob appeared at the door.

He stopped and stared, a 17 year old boy a bit too small for his own clothes, seeing two
young girls in comically large shirts, one nervous and looking at him almost in fear, and
the other confusedly studying her reflection.

“Oh my God!” he gasped.

“We dint do anything! We dint do anything!” Karen yelled in panic, jumping up and
down. This sent her panties fluttering accusingly to her feet again, and she turned bright
red in response.

“Um, hi, Bob,” Lisa offered innocently. She had been suprised at first by his appearance.
This lanky teen didn’t look quite right to her, and she struggled trying to remember how
old he was compared to her. Then, her memory of his appearance over the weekend also
clicked, as did the feelings associated with it (though also transformed to a preadolescent
crush). “We were just, um, talking.”

“Talking?” he asked in disbelief, but not for the reason the girls guessed. “Can’t you see
what’s happened?”

“We dint mean it,” Karen began to sob. “I’m sorry!”

Now Bob was confused, not expecting such fear and contrition from unexpected age
change. He looked around, finally noticing the discarded bras and skirt, as well as the
rumpled bed. Understanding dawned.

“Oh, Karen, honey!” He knelt down to enfold the crying girl in his arms. “I’m not
worried about THAT.” (Though he silently hoped they had been older, as the lingerie
suggested, if they had done anything along those lines.) “Can’t you see how young
you’ve gotten again?”

Karen shook her head, still sobbing, though less in fear.

“Lisa? You?” Bob looked over Karen’s shoulder at the green-eyed girl digging her toe
shyly into the carpet.

“Uh huh,” she answered brightly, knowing it was the right response and hoping to win
favor. Then she faded. “Well, um, sorta. I know these clothes are too big, so
something’s wrong, but, um ...” She trailed off, feeling stupid. She and Karen were
obviously regressed again. How could she admit that she felt exactly right and normal?
She also hated to admit it, but seeing Bob hold Karen so possessively was stirring her
jealousy back to the top, just when she thought she had pretty well buried it. She didn’t
realize her younger mind was less able to restrain her dark side.

Bob continued to hug and soothe his crying wife, all 50 pounds of her. He saw Lisa’s
darkening expression, but put it down to frustration over their condition.

“Lisa,” he finally continued. “Where’s the medallion? Does it still work?”

“Hey, yeah!” She brightened up and ran to the table, holding it up proudly. “Here it is.”
Then, her face clouded again. “But, Bobby, I mean, Bob, I don’t know how old we’re
supposed to be.”

Bob shook his head in amazement.

“This is too weird.” How could they forget their ages like this? “Look, you’re both a
year younger than me, right? So you’re, um ... 16. Right?” His confident tone had faded,
and for the first time since he’d gotten home, he briefly wondered at his loose clothes.
Could he ... nah. How could you not notice that?

“16?” The small girl’s mouth hung open. So old? Was she really a grownup? Even
Karen’s sobs had quieted as she listened in disbelief.

“Trust me. Can you still use the medallion?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” She still hesitated as she considered. 16? Really? Wow. “OK, here
goes.”

Lisa had to concentrate for several seconds before she could remember how to invoke the
medallion’s power, but when she did, the results were dramatic. She shot up in height,
her face became defined, and small but noticeable curves reformed under her shirt as it
rode up to expose suddenly attractive legs. For a minute, she stared at her womanly (to an
eight year old’s eyes) figure in disbelief, then blinked in recognition.

“Wow,” she repeated, but aloud this time. “That was amazing.” She shook her head in
wonder. “I really had no idea.”

“Now Karen,” Bob suggested.

“Oh, um, yeah.” Lisa hesitated, her emotions surging unexpectedly with her regained
years. Bob figured prominently in them. Something about their both being teenagers had
again fanned the embers to flames, and she felt an overwhelming attraction like that of the
weekend when she had used the love potion. And with it came full strength jealousy.
Here he was again giving Karen all the attention, and right now they were the perfect
match in age, while Karen ...

Hmmm.

“OK, get ready,” she warned.

Bob nodded, still kneeling to be on Karen’s level, and smiled at her. She had stopped
crying and tried to smile back. She felt the tingle and waited to grow, but instead, the
room and Bob suddenly expanded around her, and she found herself looking up to keep
her eyes on his astonished face. She started to say something, but words jumbled in her
mind, even as her shirt swallowed her. She swayed on suddenly wobbly legs, then
plopped onto her bottom. Her tent-like shirt was whisked into the air, leaving her
blinking at a vaguely recognized, enormous and somehow reassuring figure who tossed it
aside, then gathered her into massive arms. He said something in a loud voice, and a
second, higher pitched voice made her turn her head. She saw a tall lady, also vaguely
familiar, who talked back and forth with the daddy-man (as she had designated the figure
holding her) in urgent tones. Unconcerned with the incomprehensible words they
exchanged, she turned her blue eyes back on the giant holding her.

“Lisa!” Bob had yelled.

“Oops, sorry,” she tried to laugh convincingly. “Had the silly thing in reverse.”

“Change her back. Now, Lisa,” Bob spoke warningly.

“Um, yeah, OK, sure.” She hesitated. “But wait. Maybe we shouldn’t.” Deep down,
she felt guilt building, especially given how she and Karen had spent the afternoon, but
she couldn’t stop herself, and she rationalized that she could fix everything in a little
while. Just long enough for ...

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“Think about it,” she explained quickly. “Karen’s causing out of control age changes,
and we were lucky you were able to even catch us this time. Who knows what’ll happen
next? But it’s, like, virtually impossible for a baby to work magic. You need, um, you
know, to be able to, um ...” She paused, looking for the right word, “Conceptualize.
Yeah, that’s it. You have to be able to, like, abstract the idea. She’s too young to do that,
so we wouldn’t have to, you know, worry.” She started forward uncertainly and held his
arm. “And, like, it would give us a chance to, um, talk. So we can figure out what’s
going on.” Just for good measure, she secretly increased her age a couple of years,
feeling her breasts swell slightly in satisfaction.

Bob hesitated, his hormones raging as the half-dressed girl he was infatuated with began
rubbing his arm, his thoughts blurring as though in direct response. Lisa smiled as she
glanced down, seeing the obvious effect she had on him.

Perhaps Karen could, too, despite her reduced state. Or perhaps it was just her current
body coupled with her already unstable bladder. In any case, she chose this moment to
release a warm stream all over Bob’s shirt.

“Ah, geez,” he exclaimed, the urine completely soaking his clothes. “Here, take her.” He
handed the baby to Lisa and walked to his closet, grabbing clean clothes before
disappearing into the bathroom.

Baby Kari blinked angelicly at Lisa and smiled.

“Oohhh! You little ...” Lisa fumed, wagging her finger in the baby’s face. “If you
messed this up, I’ll ...”

The tiny girl continued to smile and grabbed at the finger awkwardly with a pudgy baby
hand. Her happy innocence hit Lisa like a slap in the face, and the justifications she had
been trying to build collapsed within her. Seeing Karen as a vulnerable infant was
enough to cool even her magic-fired passion. Here she was, threatening her friend, who
she had just reduced to infancy, so she could seduce her husband unopposed. About the
only thing to make it worse was her sudden recollection of their own intimacy less than
an hour before. She enfolded the baby protectively in her arms.

“Oh my God, Karen! What am I doing?” Her cheeks burned with shame.

The baby gooed.

“I ... I’m so sorry. I don’t know what hit me. It was like ...” She paused quizzically as
the baby played unconcernedly. “Kari, can you, like, understand me?”

Another smile and equivocal goo.

“Oh, Kari. I’m gonna fix you up right now.”

Before she could act, Bob reappeared, his shirt and khakis hanging a bit loosely.

“Um, Lisa?” he started almost apologetically. “I was thinking, and I decided we still
should change Karen back.” He tried not to look directly at her, afraid his resolve would
weaken. Even being near her was having an effect on him.

Lisa also felt a surge of desire at seeing him again, but had already steeled herself.

“You’re right, Bob.”

“I am?” Was he more surprised or disappointed?

“Uh huh. I was already getting started.”

“Oh. Um, good.” He sagged a bit.

Lisa lay the naked infant on the bed and reactivated the medallion. They both watched,
transfixed, as the child lost her round, baby look as limbs and torso lengthened, and the
fuzz on her head grew into a familiar red mane. At first, she continued to lie helplessly,
moving arms and legs randomly as she sped back through childhood, but as she neared
teen years, her mind seemed to catch up, and she sat up with a start. Freckles dotted her
still straight-lined body, especially her face, which became ever more clearly defined as
she reached the cusp of adolescence, making her appearance more immediately familiar.
Her nipples seemed to enlarge first, followed by a gentle swelling of the area immediately
around them, then the blossoming of true breasts moving up and out. At the same time,
her naked mons sprouted peach fuzz, replaced within seconds by thickening auburn pubic
hair, finally proclaiming her return to maturity.

Or relative maturity. Lisa actually stopped aging her at about 15, after watching in envy
as her breasts swelled appealingly . No point in stacking the competition, so to speak.

Karen blinked confusedly for several seconds, seeing two intense stares upon her. Bob
was watching in obvious appreciation and wonder - he still couldn’t believe these
amazing and fast age transformations despite living them so frequently the last few days.
Lisa looked at her in a mixture of relief ,fear and - jealousy? And why were they both
staring at ...

Suddenly realizing her state of undress, she gave an embarrassed squeak, brought her legs
together, and tried to cover her breasts. The relative futility of the actions finally hit her,
and she jumped onto the floor, pulling the sheet off the bed to cover her front awkwardly.
Recovering slightly, her chagrin turned to anger. She stalked as proudly as one could
while dragging a sheet to confront Lisa.

“I’ll take that!” she snapped, indicating the medallion.

Lisa handed it over meekly.

Karen looped it reassuringly around her neck, then stared for several seconds at her friend
in disbelief. Her memories of the last few minutes were cloudy, but she knew her last
regression wasn’t her own.

“Lisa, how could you ... AGAIN?” she finally sputtered, almost pleadingly.

“It was an accident ... I mean, I don’t know what, um, why ... I mean, like, you know, I
...” Lisa floundered, but then seemed to find a reserve in herself. “Look, my mind was
messed up, OK? And no wonder. Like, YOU’RE the one who turned us into eight year
olds, right? No wonder I was confused. What were you doing, anyway?”

Now Karen went back on defensive. What had she been doing? Why did she change two
happy and (ahem) active teenagers into giggling preteens? And never even notice. Her
anger disintegrated before renewed fear and confusion over her wayward power.

“I ... I don’t know, Lees.” Tears formed, her emotions again spiraling out of control. “I
don’t understand anything that’s going on anymore.”

Bob stepped up, literally and figuratively.

“It’s OK, Karen,” he tried to sound convincing, holding her gently, but not quite
knowing where to rest his hand on her naked backside. Unable to resist, he let it drift
downwards toward her round, firm bottom. “We’re gonna figure this out, and
everything’s going to be fine. Right, Lisa?”

Lisa, eager to redeem herself, agreed enthusiastically.

“And we’re all back to normal now, right?” he continued reassuringly.

“Right,” Lisa agreed again.

Karen hesitated at this. Did Bob and Lisa seem just a bit taller than usual? Nah, she
decided - when she actually thought about it, her height was just right.

“I guess,” she finally concurred. She suddenly felt her sense of nakedness return,
probably spurred by Bob’s hand continuing its explorations.

“’Scuse me,” she blurted, jumping back and wrapping the sheet around her more
completely, then retrieving her clothes. “Be right back.” She disappeared into the
bathroom.

Lisa, on the other hand, elected to finish her dressing where she stood. Despite still
feeling residual guilt and vague insecurity about her figure, she felt a naughty desire to
show herself off to Bob. Thus, she bent at the waist to pick up her skirt and shoes, taking
her time and making sure Bob had a chance to appreciate her panty-clad behind if he
chose to.

He did, as her satisfying glance in the mirror confirmed before straightening up.

“I’m so glad you suggested I stay the night,” she said, glancing at the bulge obvious in
his pants despite their looseness. “It’ll give us a chance to really talk.”

“Um, yeah,” Bob agreed, turning to hide his erection. He had a feeling it was going to be
a long night.

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He was wrong, surprisingly. When Karen returned, they found themselves feeling more
comfortable again, and all three teens went back downstairs. While the girls described
their day’s adventures, Bob went to the refrigerator to get himself a beer. He paused,
feeling vaguely uneasy about it, and surprised himself by taking a soda instead, finding its
sweetness strangely attractive. He also found himself much less worried about
everything now that he was home and could see that everything was back to normal, at
least temporarily. He knew deep down that they should be frantic about Karen’s out of
control magic, but instead was laughing with them at their mall stories.

“So anyway,” Karen finished. “We came home and, er, were trying on our, you know,
new underwear, when, um … I guess something happened.” She trailed off weakly.

“Karen,” Bob chided her. “Don’t be embarrassed. I know what ...” Surprising himself,
he faltered, feeling himself blush. “Um, well, you know … I’m not some school kid.”
His gaze dropped self-consciously. Why did that sound so unconvincing right now?

Both Lisa and Karen giggled, exchanging sly glances. Bob noticed and felt surprisingly
uncomfortable about facing the two of them. He felt different for some reason, and he
lacked the easy confidence that was his standard.

Truth was, finding out a few weeks ago that Karen and Lisa had once been lovers and
wanted to rekindle the relationship had at first shocked him, but he had recovered
remarkably well. The more he had thought about it, the more exciting it had become,
with typically male accommodation to the prospect of two women together. When Karen
had suggested a threesome, he had been secretly thrilled but outwardly cautious - it
wouldn’t do to let your wife know you were eager to try it with another woman, even if it
was her suggestion. The actual event, played out when both he and Karen were
shrinking, and Lisa had been a dominant giantess, had been more incredible in fact than
he had even dreamed. The last couple of weeks had cemented the new menage a trois.

So, why did the thought suddenly worry him again? Was it the sudden lack of confidence
and experience he was feeling? Or could it have something to do with the new obsession
he felt towards Lisa, thanks to the magic she had so recklessly used over the weekend?
He had liked her before, even loved her in a way, but now found her attraction
overwhelming and dangerous.

Lisa felt the same attraction (In fact, as they sat talking now, she wished she’d put on her
bra to enhance her figure.), but not the fear, possibly because she had felt a strong
attraction before playing with the magic that had left them gasping last weekend. In fact,
the smile she fixed on him now showed just how comfortable she was.

Bob saw it, blushed again, and cleared his throat.

“So, um, Lisa, what happened to your magic sense? Looks like Karen’s stuff sneaked
right past you?”

Now Lisa blushed.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “It’s like stealth magic or something. You never even feel
it hit you, and it’s amazing how fast people adapt to the changes afterwards.”

“So we could be affected right now?” he asked, pretending to be worried and patting his
body as if in reassurance.

“Yeah, right!” both girls giggled.

“Hey, I’m hungry,” he decided. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

In fact, they were all restless and wanted to go out, but decided it was too dangerous
given the earlier results.

“I guess we could cook something,” Karen offered unenthusiastically, mentioning some
of the items in the refrigerator.

They all wrinkled their noses, and then as if with one thought spoke simultaneously.

“Pizza!”

An hour and a large delivery order later found the kitchen strewn with plates, glasses and
pizza boxes, with no one interested in cleaning up. The mess was added to when Karen
remembered a brownie mix in the cupboard, and realized there might be some use to
cooking after all. They spent the evening watching TV (MTV and cartoons, the latter at
Karen’s suggestion), listening to CDs (simultaneously with TV, of course), talking,
snacking, and flirting.

The last was strange, since Karen found herself giggling and flirting with Bob, despite
realizing deep down they were already married, as though she had to win his affection.
Of course, maybe she did, since Lisa took every opportunity to touch his arm, laugh at his
jokes, and do everything short of a striptease to get his attention. For that matter, she
wasn’t too far from the last, sitting carelessly and without smoothing her skirt, allowing a
grand view of her thighs (seeming remarkably long and slender to Karen’s eyes) when
she would casually cross her legs. Geez, why didn’t she just do a lap dance, the slut!

Karen caught herself at that point, trying to reign in her jealousy when Bob and Lisa
conversed, even if they did seem to talk and laugh just a little too much for her comfort.
She tried to match Lisa, but sometimes felt less comfortable or interested with the
conversation, as though she didn’t quite fit in with them, almost like a kid sitting with
grown ups. (This was especially true during cartoons, which Karen laughed loudly at,
while Lisa smirked indulgently.) Karen wondered if her lack in interest in much of the
conversation could be a side effect from being regressed so much earlier.

She found herself trying to remember how things looked when she was an infant, but had
trouble identifying anything beyond vague impressions. It was though there was too
extreme a difference between a baby’s thoughts and more mature consciousness. She had
somehow recognized Bob, but not by name or as her husband, just as a sort of familiar
and comforting giant male. Lisa had been even more vague to her, but she had still felt
comfortable in her arms. The only things even approaching distinct thoughts she could
recall were general impressions: good person – yes/no; happy – yes/no; hungry – yes/no.
And that had been about all that encompassed her universe. Even now, she found herself
drifting back to those more unformed thoughts.

Happy – no, not exactly. Not while Lisa commanded so much of Bob’s attention. Still,
she was the one who had started their triangle, and she couldn’t get too angry about it
now just because Bob and Lisa played off each other so well. She fingered the medallion
a few times during the evening, just managing to resist the urge to regress Lisa back to
middle school - now that would put a crimp in her flirting style. Karen resisted because
she knew she had the winning hand, and about 11 o’clock, she played it.

Stretching theatrically, she stood.

“Well, Lisa,” she said, interrupting another joke Lisa was sharing with Bob. “I think it’s
time for Bob and ME to go to bed. You know where the guest room is, right?”

Lisa’s laughter faded, replaced with poorly disguised disappointment.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she said, seeming to sink into the couch. “I just thought, um, you know
…” Karen looked at her as though clueless. “Um, do you really want to go to bed
already?”

Karen sat back down – in Bob’s lap, draping an arm possessively around his neck. Her
other hand moved surreptitiously along his thigh.

“Yep. It’s been a long day.” She squeezed his arm and squirmed a bit in his lap, already
feeling a familiar hardness. “And I think we may be in for a LONG night, so we’d better
get some rest.” She stood again, now holding his hand. “Coming?” she asked, then
giggled. “I mean, ready?”

Bob was, after the none to subtle invitation, and stumbled to his feet.

“G’night, Lisa,” he said, a brief regret in his eyes contrasting with Karen’s obvious
triumph. “See you in the morning?”

“I guess,” Lisa replied dully. She knew she had no right to expect shared attention (or a
bed) every time they were together, but things had seemed to be going so smoothly
tonight.

She hugged her knees after they disappeared, and found herself wishing she’d kept the
medallion after all, a wicked satisfaction as she fantasized showing her dark side still
wasn’t completely submerged. Her imagined revenge was her only comfort as she
smoothed her skirt and sullenly flipped through the TV channels.

Upstairs, Karen was feeling mush less sure of herself now that she had Bob alone. He
had begun to fondle and kiss her the moment she closed their bedroom door, and the
pattern of his attention left no doubt he was eager to take her up on her implied offer. She
had broken from his clinch with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom - well, not an
excuse. She had felt another rush, and knew she needed to empty her bladder thoroughly
before bed tonight. She’d die if she embarrassed herself again like she had this morning.

When she finished, she still hid in the bathroom, dressed only in panties and the
reassuring medallion, and studied herself in the mirror. Cute face with perky nose,
freckles, bright red hair, and a blossoming figure that any high school girl could be proud
of. But what if Bob didn’t like it? What if he preferred the long, lean looks Lisa
boasted? What if she couldn’t hold his interest the way the sophisticated Lisa could? He
might not love her. Her life would be ruined.

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“You OK, Kari?” Bob asked softly.

“I’m fine,” she piped, sounding too much like a young girl instead of the confident young
woman she wanted to be. “Just making myself presentable.”

“Don’t overdress,” he joked, his voice fading as he walked away.

Geez, she thought, heart jumping – as though he could expect sex, just like that. Well,
we’ll see about that. I’ll … She paused, noticing her erect nipples now obvious in the
mirror. He was awfully cute. She smiled, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, as
she thought about his dreamy eyes, those widening shoulders, his broad, almost hairless
chest (it was funny, for an instant she’d had a mental picture of him with a thick mat of
chest hair – silly), and especially that thick, long … well, never mind. She arranged her
hair more attractively and checked for zits, removed the medallion, then peeped out
through the barely opened door.

Bob lay in bed, upper body naked, a sheet decorously covering his lower half, but its
shape clearly revealing nonetheless. He smiled.

“At last.”

She gulped and tried to reassure herself, silently repeating “It’s OK, we’re married … it’s
OK, we’re married …” as a mantra.

Her hands moved shyly to cover her adolescent body.

“At least turn out the lights,” she complained.

He regarded her with surprise.

“Kari, I love you. You know I always have. But even if I didn’t, you happen to be the
most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and turning out the lights would be an
awful shame.”

She ran, laughing and crying together, and her modesty forgotten, to leap into his arms.

And there, for once, we’ll leave them.

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The next morning, however, brought surprises for everyone.

It began quietly enough. Bob woke groggily, after an energetic and highly satisfying
night, his teen body fully recharged and already revealing his readiness for more. He
groped behind his back to see if Karen were still sleeping there.

The first surprise was feeling the wet spot. Damn, he thought, she did it again. THIS was
going to take some getting used to.

However, that was nothing compared to the second surprise. For sleeping next to him,
almost lost in the oversize shirt she wore, was a tiny three-year-old with bright, red hair.

“Karen?” he yelled, not thinking, and startling the sleeping child awake. “Karen! Oh my
God! What happened?”

The small girl sat up, looking fearfully about her, and at first shrinking back from the
giant-appearing and obviously naked boy in bed with her. She screamed. Bob,
confounded, yelled her name again to match her volume.

This seemed to produce a response. She blinked, then smiled sheepishly.

“Me sorry, Bob.” She looked at him sternly, her toddler face strangely serious. “You
scared me!”

“Karen, I … you … don’t you … you’re …” he sputtered.

She giggled at his discomfiture.

“You silly,” she laughed, before her face froze unhappily. “Me wet!” she suddenly
proclaimed, patting the sheet and her shirt. Her face screwed up in realization, and she
started to cry. “Me wet the bed! Me sowwwwy!”

“Never mind that, Karen! You’re … you’re tiny … you’re … a baby … you’re …”

“Me thee,” she corrected helpfully, holding up two fingers. “Me not a baby.” She
snuffled into her large sleeve, then held her arms up. “Change me, pwease?’ she asked
hopefully.

At this moment, their bedroom door flew open, and Lisa, clad only in her shirt, stumbled
into the room.

“I heard …” she started to explain, before catching sight of the tiny girl and the panicked
Bob in bed. “Oh my God!” she echoed. “Karen!”

Bob’s hopes rose on seeing Lisa.

“Quick, Lisa, find the medallion – we’ve got to change Karen back!”

Lisa started to look about frantically, but his words had an unexpected effect on Karen.

“No!” she screamed. “Bad lady no use shiny thing again. NO!”

The words froze Lisa in her tracks, as did a strange and powerful tingling. The room
swam, and she felt dizzy as though falling.

“Karen, don’t!” Bob pleaded, as he saw Lisa shrink so quickly that her shirt seemed to be
falling empty to the floor. But it wasn’t empty, he found after jumping out of bed.
Struggling out through the collar was a befuddled baby with short, fine dark hair and still
beautiful green eyes. The infant girl stopped upon seeing Bob’s towering form loom
above her, looked up and up and up into his face, and began to cry miserably.

Karen clapped her hands.

“Her no hurt us now,” she laughed happily, wrestling with her wet, body-sized shirt. She
got caught inside after pulling it over her head and rolled helplessly on the bed.

“Helf!” a muffled voice called from within as she continued to roll. Then, at last, she was
free, pulling the shirt off her arms triumphantly, leaving her naked and unconcerned.

“Me wet,” she repeated.

“Waahhhh!” Lisa cried, holding up pudgy arms pleadingly.

And Bob had absolutely no idea what to do.


END PART 7

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv

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