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Time Change by Nomdreserv


Part 10


Of course, they eventually restored Bob, too, but he thought they took their time about it.
Admittedly, his time sense and understanding were considerably diminished along with
his age, but it was very frustrating watching them get dressed, laughing and looking him
over in evident delight, while he waited impatiently. Much of what they said flew over
his head - vaguely familiar words whose meaning he couldn't quite grasp, but fragments
involving "cute" and "adorable" were frequently repeated. At one point, Lisa pointed a
small box at him that made a clicking sound, but despite what she said, he didn't SEE any
pictures in her hands.

The two women also sat down at one point and seemed to talk a little more seriously
together, again leaving him frustrated over the delay, and even more over the difficulty he
had in understanding their "grown up" talk.

At last, he saw her hold a pretty and shiny object in her hand as she stared at him, and he
felt a slight tingling. They continued their oohing and ahhing over how cute he was as he
grew into a small boy. When he reached puberty, their tone changed, but remained
appreciative, and they exchanged several knowing and whispered comments as he began
to mature. Bob was amazed as he grew back into teendom, his mind clearing, allowing
him to appreciate more the feeling as his limbs lengthened and thickened, and watching
the formerly large and intimidating women apparently shrink to roughly equal size. He
would have complained more about the slow pace of his age progression, except that the
erection he sported as soon as he was physically capable of sustaining one revealed too
well that he also found it... interesting. He blushed as he suddenly saw them giggle, and
he realized that his shirt had withdrawn enough to show them exactly how he felt.

In a cracking voice, the adolescent excused himself to get dressed, and was finally
returned to full maturity in a more modest manner. Satisfied after a quick inspection in
the mirror, he joined them at the kitchen table. They appeared to have recovered
remarkably well, and were laughing together again, but he couldn't help still feeling an
undercurrent of tension himself, especially when he looked at Lisa and still felt a decided
attraction he was sure hadn't been there before. He also noted with some trepidation the
medallion on the table before them.

"How you feeling, 'big guy'?" Lisa asked teasingly.

Bob felt himself blush. "I'll be OK as long as I can actually be myself for a while," he
groused, only half convincingly.

"Oh, come on," Karen rejoined. "You gotta admit it was wild."

His mouth dropped open in surprise. Karen, so recently frightened and angry beyond
belief, now seemed to be encouraging... no, it couldn't be!

"The physical changes are incredible," Karen continued musingly. "And seeing the world
and ourselves from a new perspective is neat, almost refreshing."

"You're crazy. Think about what we just went through."

"I am," she replied evenly. "Now that we can control it..."

"Are you seriously telling me you're ready to start playing around with that... that..." He
pointed at the medallion in amazement.

Karen traced a finger around its design, almost caressing it. She smiled at Lisa hopefully,
and Lisa returned it with ease. Bob felt sure they must have been discussing this while he
was out of it.

"Of course," Karen added thoughtfully, "I'd like to get more appropriate clothes and
makeup. As a 15 year old, I found my fashion sense appalling."

"Time for a trip to the mall," Lisa decided. "But let's go as 16 year olds - I want SOME
boobs." She turned innocent eyes upon him. "How about it, Bob? Care to fall into the
Gap?"

He looked at them in disbelief, stunned by their readiness to embrace the magic that mere
hours ago had them all terrified.

"You're both crazy, you know that?" he finally offered.

"That definitely helps," Lisa returned, smiling. Her hand had stolen upon the medallion
unseen, and she morphed into her teenage self before his eyes, shrinking slightly. She
stopped just as her dwindling breasts threatened to disappear. "Damn," she commented.
"Still didn't have much up top then."

"You look fine," a higher-voiced Karen reassured her.

Bob's head spun to find that the younger version of his wife had returned as well. Her
youthful beauty, set off this time by a happy and smiling face, dazzled him. Coupled with
his astonishment at their willingness to jump back into age play, he stared open mouthed
and wordless.

"Easy for you to say," Lisa pouted. "I bet you were a C cup by junior year." Her eyes lit
up. "Maybe I should even things a bit."

"Lisa!" Karen shrieked, but good naturedly. "Don't you dare!"

They both giggled like.... well, like schoolgirls. (Perhaps a sexist reference, but so
appropriate under the circumstances.)

They both turned to Bob.

"Care to join us?" Lisa asked again.

He backed his chair away and held his hands up.

"I think I need to get used to this idea a little longer," he explained, then looked directly at
Karen. "And I'm not sure you should be jumping back into this so soon."

Karen returned his gaze evenly.

"I understand, Bob." she answered quietly. "But you've got to understand my position. I
worked magic today, real, honest to hocus pocus magic, and.... I've got to do more, learn
more. It woke a part of me I never knew existed. I can't tell you what a rush it was
making Lisa younger - I guess I can admit that now," she added sheepishly to Lisa.
"And I don't want to stop. Think about how you felt when..." She searched for an
appropriate analogy to explain the wonder and almost compulsive need to explore further.
"You first discovered the internet."

"Ah." His eyes actually seemed to comprehend a part of what she was feeling.

"Exactly." She smiled, sensing him relax somewhat.

"Still," he added. "When you're this young... I don't know. It seems funny. I'm not sure
I'm comfortable..."

Before he could finish, Karen leaned over and whispered something in his ear. His
eyebrows went up, and a smile formed.

"Well, don't let me keep you," he said immediately. "You GIRLS have fun shopping."

Karen tried one last time to persuade him to come along, while Lisa wondered what she
had said to effect this sudden acceptance. Neither noticed as a mysterious twinkle in
Lisa's eye and half smile as her face signaled an idea. She was still smiling when she
stood to join Karen on their way out.



Karen and Lisa were having a wonderful time at the mall, living again the carefree life of
teenage shopping - with more money. They had each goaded and giggled while
encouraging the other to pick out some more daring items, and Lisa now wore a short
skirt showing off her long, thin legs, neon platform sandals, and a tight, sleeveless thin
cotton stretch top to emphasize what little cleavage she had. Karen, feeling a little more
self conscious, had opted for a more modest but brightly colored T shirt to go with her
equally short skirt. She had been too self conscious about her legs to wear a real mini
since her college days, and felt exhilarated showing off her much thinner and flawless
stems now. She made do with her smaller size sandals, but was still getting quite a varied
wardrobe between shrinking and regressing adventures.

Karen had briefly separated from Lisa and returned with a mystery purchase in a large
bag, smiling mysteriously when asked about its contents. Together again, they entered
another store, now only half shopping, more intent on seeing and being seen.... and
having fun with the medallion.

It was hard to stop using it once you started. Karen had even used it for the first time
herself. Lisa had restored herself so she could drive them to the mall safely, then, still in
the car, had handed Karen the medallion and instructed her in its use. Karen found that
even with only a brief introduction to using magic earlier, she could pick up on the
medallion's power with relative ease. After an instructive tutorial, Karen held the
medallion and concentrated, then jumped herself with an indescribable thrill as Lisa
started to shrink, youthening quickly under her control.

Or relative control - she had actually regressed Lisa to an 8 year old before realizing it,
then yo-yoed her back and forth between 6 and 20 a few times before she could stabilize
her at 16. Lisa laughed understandingly and said it was a very good first effort, though
she was a bit dazed from the rapid age changes. She and Karen talked about it on the way
into the mall, Lisa emphasizing how important it was for Karen to practice if she wanted
to control her new found abilities. Karen had every intention of practicing, every chance
she got (I know I would), but still preferred Lisa to do most of the age changing for now -
a mistake in the mall could be difficult to hide.

The only disquieting note had been another emergency run to the bathroom by Karen
when she felt her bladder start to leak. Lisa could still see the look of concern on her
friend's face as they sorted through some bathing suits ("Wait until you see the fun you
can have on the beach with this thing," Lisa had advised).

"Lisa," Karen began in a concerned voice. "Could there be some side effects from when I
got really young a while back? This is like the third time I barely caught myself before,
you know," her voice sank to a whisper, "wetting myself."

Lisa seemed genuinely puzzled.

"I don't think so, Karen. You feel OK otherwise?"

"Yeah." The concern remained. "I'm just afraid I'm, like, gonna have an accident or
something."

The word "accident" triggered a vague (or repressed) memory in Lisa. Karen could see
the thought register.

"What?" she asked immediately.

"Um, maybe nothing," Lisa pretended, struggling to recall exactly what she had said to
Bob and Karen while they were under her mind control spell. "We may need to do a little
more undoing when we get back."

Karen fixed her with a withering gaze.

"Lisa! What else do you have to tell me?"

"I'm not sure. Really. I... I'll try to remember" Lisa frowned as she tried to bring back
the lost memories.

Karen could see that Lisa was sincere and truly uncertain, rather than hiding something.
She nodded guardedly.

"OK - as long as you let me know as soon as you remember."

Lisa's face cleared. "Sure."

Before Karen could comment further, they were interrupted by a disagreement between a
blond 14 year old arguing with her mother by the changing room. The daughter was quite
slim, with long thin legs and small pert bottom, both displayed nicely by tight jeans, and
barely-there breasts set off with a sequined T shirt. The older woman was slightly taller
and noticeably heavier, and with darker, duller blond hair. She was dressed in a mid calf
length skirt and a knit shirt.

"Mom!" the girl rolled her eyes, exasperated, while holding a disputed denim mini skirt.

"Don't argue with me, young lady," her parent returned tiredly. "That skirt is entirely too
short. I said something knee level or lower. Honestly, when I was your age, I wasn't
always trying to show off my body the way you do."

"Geez, Mom," the slim blond complained, looking around nervously. "This is SO
embarrassing. Why can't you just let me pick my own clothes."

"When it's your money, you can pick," she returned smugly. "And talk about
embarrassing - how do you think I'd feel with you walking around half naked? That scrap
wouldn't even reach mid thigh."

Lisa nudged Karen, who leaned over to whisper, "Oh, please, yes."

Lisa nodded, reaching into her pocket to finger the medallion and concentrating on both
shoppers. In moments, the mother's figure began to slim, her face smoothing and hair
becoming lighter and more lustrous. Neither mother nor daughter noticed anything,
despite increasingly obvious changes, until the mother's skirt fell to the floor.

"Oops," the new teenager said, grabbing at but missing the falling garment. "I knew that
felt loose." She was now the same age and a near twin to her daughter, but neither girl
felt anything was wrong with the picture - well, except for clothes. When the mother
pulled her skirt back up (the hem now extending to her ankles), she looked at its long,
loose style unhappily.

"Yuck," she decided. "This thing is like grandma style anyway." Her eyes lit up. "Hey,
Becky, let me try on that skirt you found."

"But you said..."

"Never mind. This will look like so cool." She let her oversize skirt fall, revealing
attractive though still girlish legs, and held the mini against them. As she predicted, it
would fall short of mid thigh. She giggled, admiring her legs, then turned back to her
daughter. "You get one, too."

"Really?" The other girl's face lit up.

"Sure. Your legs look great - stop hiding them. Oh, and grab a couple of those tube tops
over there for us too."

"But..." the daughter hesitated, knowing her mother had strictly forbidden any tummy
baring styles.

"Come on, Becky," her mom rolled her eyes. "Loosen up. You're only young once, you
know - flaunt it, girl."

Becky didn't need further encouragement. By the time they left, they both wore micro
minis emphasizing nearly identical, slender legs. Her mother had elected a tight tank top,
first shocking Becky by removing her bra ("Stupid thing doesn't fit right."), while Becky
wore a cute crop top revealing her flat tummy and threatening a peek at her developing
breasts. They each carried several other packages of impulse buys (at least Becky would
get some new clothes out of the deal), as well as a bag with their crumpled discards.

Lisa and Karen smiled at each other.

"You wanna watch her change back?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah," Karen admitted, as they followed them out of the store. "But let's do it slowly."

"I set it to wear off gradually over an hour." Lisa thought for a second. "Or we could
make the daughter OLDER."

"Cool!" Karen responded. "Can I try?"

"OK," Lisa responded uncertainly, handing over the medallion. "But you'd better let me
help so they don't freak."

They caught up with them at the food court, where Becky had struck up a conversation
with a couple of boys from school. She had started to introduce her companion as her
mother, but for some reason that hadn't seemed right (for that matter, she hadn't felt the
usual horror about being seen with her mom). Instead, she had simply used her mother's
first name and said she was a friend. Far from being upset, her mother had flirted
shamelessly after the introduction.

Karen shook her head in wonder at the mother's behavior, then froze as she spotted two
older, hunky teen boys eyeing her and Lisa. Her heart jumped as the boys appeared to be
considering approaching them. She knew she should be appalled - not only was she a
married woman, but these were kids she ordinarily wouldn't even notice - but instead
found herself pleased and flattered by their attention. She wanted boys to notice her, and
she was noticing them in return. She nudged Lisa.

"Oohh, cute," Lisa offered appraisingly.

"Lisa," Karen said, sounding only half convince herself. "Don't even think it - they're
kids."

"So are we right now. And what do you expect? We're looking good." Lisa actually
started to walk across the court towards the boys.

"Lisa!" Karen hissed. Lisa just waved her to join in. Karen hesitated, her will
weakening, then fingered her ring reassuringly. At the same time, an idea came to her,
and she smiled slyly, reaching into her pocket.

As Lisa got closer to the boys, she realized they were taller than she had thought, a lot
taller. They were also looking at her very strangely.

"Hi, I'm Lisa..." she said, stopping abruptly as she heard her squeaky voice. The boys
looked at her with evident confusion but growing humor.

"Hi, Lisa," one finally responded. "Um, is that your sister over there?"

"My sister?"

"You know, that older girl you were with."

Realization came with an embarrassing warmth.

"Older girl." Lisa added, knowing what had happened. Sure enough, a look down
confirmed that her breasts were nonexistent, her top no longer stretched tight - in fact, it
now gapped enough to see her flat nipples from the side - and her mini skirt now drooped
to knee level. She blushed crimson. The boys must think her ridiculous - or worse. She
thought quickly to cover her discomfort. "Yeah, my SISTER. She saw you looking at
her, and, um, wanted me to tell you, um, don't bother cuz she's like a lebsian. I mean, you
know, she likes girls."

They looked over in horror. Karen smiled unsuspectingly.

"Really? Are you sure?" They asked nervously.

"Oh, yeah." Lisa answered, getting into it now. "Want me to tell you about some of the
stuff she and her girlfriend do? It's really weird." That was true enough, she decided.

They stared at her in disbelief. What kind of girl let her little sister watch? They began to
turn away in nervous disgust.

"You're BOTH weird," one decided in dismissal.

"Yeah," the other added. "And don't bother trying to look older by wearing your sister's
clothes - it just looks stupid."

"Yeah, stupid," they chorused, with various expletives added for good measure. Still,
both were surprised at how they had been fooled by Lisa's appearance from across the
court. She had almost seemed to shrink as she got closer.

Lisa returned wearily to a quietly laughing Karen.

"Care to explain that one?" the small girl asked, looking up into her friend's face.

Karen managed to put on a mock serious expression.

"Maybe there's a bit of that mean little girl you talked about in all of us."

"Nuff said. Now would you mind putting me back before this skirt falls off?"

"I don't know. That sounds like fun, too. There's a kid's clothes store right over there."

"Karen!"

"Oh, all right." She pretended to be disappointed. "I guess mall trips are more fun with
someone your own age."

Lisa jerked larger, and had to readjust her top and skirt as she suddenly grew into them,
before giving the shoppers a voyeuristic thrill.

Karen watched her shift her tiny breasts to best effect. "So, how'd you get rid of them so
easily?"

"Oh, that? Um, I told them you were meeting your boyfriend." Lisa blinked innocently.

"I WISH!" Karen exclaimed, feeling anger towards her husband resurface. "Bob was
being mean not to come. It'd serve him right if I did go talk to those boys."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Lisa nervously put in. Then to change the subject. "Um, hey,
what did you say to Bob before that got him so happy about our going out as teenagers?"

"One word." Karen held up the mystery bag. "Cheerleaders."

"Oh." Lisa chuckled in understanding. "Well, RAH!"

"Hmmph," Karen was still ticked. "I don't know now. If he can't be bothered..." She
sighed in frustration. "I wish he were here."

"He will be soon," Lisa offered confidently.

"What do you mean?"

"I set a delayed regression on him before we left."

Karen stopped in surprise. Lisa shrugged.

"I'm guessing he's about 18 now, and from what I saw when he was 'growing up,' quite
the looker - much cuter than those other guys." She scanned the crowd. "Should be
showing up any minute, I'd bet."

"He may be mad," Karen said apprehensively, but also while looking around eagerly.

"Oh, he'll probably think it was a side effect of the earlier changes. And if he's too
obnoxious when we tell him, we'll shrink him more and spank him." They both giggled,
Karen especially enjoying the image of her big strong husband laid across her knee
bawling. Then Lisa continued musingly, "Then tonight he can spank me, and you can....
well, you get the idea."

"I hope so," Karen replied, licking her lips. "Hmmm, Bob at 18. I like the way this is
going."

"Hey, don't forget about me."

"Don't worry. Teen boys are supposed to have great recuperative powers. I think Bob
said he once came four times in one afternoon."

"Yeah," Lisa affirmed dreamily. "I know."

"Lisa!" Karen stopped looking for Bob, and fixed her friend with a fierce glare.

Lisa blushed nervously and waited, afraid to say anything.

"Don't think I'm about to forget what you said earlier. You've got some explaining to do."
Lisa wilted under the stare, but suddenly Karen smiled, confusing her. "You're going to
tell me exactly how to cast that delayed reaction spell before we take another step."

And she did, but that's another story.


END


Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv


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