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Time Change by Nomdreserv


Part 5

They lay together until Karen was distracted by cum seeping from her vagina. She looked
down listlessly in annoyance, then jumped upright in alarm at the sight of a small amount
of bright red blood mixed with it.

"Oh shit!" she cried, trying to squelch sudden irrational feelings of fear and disgust. She
looked at Bob, who appeared remarkably unconcerned, and felt a flare of anger over his
lack of regard. Didn't he realize what that blood meant? That he had taken her...

She cooled again, realizing how ridiculous her thoughts were, at least to her accustomed
27 year old self which temporarily resurfaced. She smiled at Bob to reassure him.

"Sorry," she said. "Surprised at the mess is all." She leaned over and kissed him. "I'm
gonna clean up." She hopped off the bed and headed to the bathroom, Bob admiring her
trim, firm ass swinging as she walked. Were her hips even narrower than before?

Karen relaxed and luxuriated in the shower, her body still tingling from their lovemaking.
She couldn't quite rid herself of feelings of naughtiness, even a touch of guilt, and fear
that somehow they would be "discovered." Right. Like her parents were about to walk in
on them....or as though it mattered if they did.

She enjoyed soaping her fit and firm body, but felt a twinge of alarm as she reached her
breasts. They sure felt small beneath her hands. How much time had she lost while they
played?

She finished, toweled briefly, then examined herself in the mirror again. Yes, her breasts
were smaller, even compared to earlier this morning. She noticed the more focal swelling
and puffiness around the areolas and recognized it as a sign of early or rapid breast
growth. Unfortunately, hers were growing the wrong way, and she clutched them
disconsolately, as though she could prevent further retreat. Her hips were also less
pronounced, almost boyish, though she couldn't help admiring what a cute little tush she
now sported. She could also tell her hair was getting redder, even wet, and remembered
how bright it had looked in her childhood photos. Well, it wouldn't be long before she
could see it firsthand again. As if to emphasize the change, the freckles on her face were
spreading and becoming thicker around her button nose. She also anguished over the
appearance of at least two more zits. Damn, she hated puberty.

"Fifteen," she decided. "Or...maybe fourteen." At least she was still in high school. That
seemed about right: somewhere around a year per hour they had figured. It was so
strange watching herself regress, seeing herself and the world with such different eyes.
Even now, she could feel the excitement of the process. If this had been intentional or
she could control it, she could probably really get into it. As it was, the prospect of a
return to childhood was rather frightening, especially if her mind kept slipping with it.

She almost walked out as usual to get dressed, but froze as she realized Bob might still be
sitting out there. Suddenly shy about her body, she wrapped a towel tightly around it.
She remembered how Bob had enjoyed watching her dress when she had been shrinking,
and figured he would try to sneak a peek now as well. Like she was going to let some
guy watch her get dressed. As if!

She strode out, prepared to banish him, but stopped uncertainly when he wasn't there.
Strangely disappointed, she started to get dressed, but then became worried. Where was
he? He wouldn't just leave, would he? Not after...

She went to the stairs and called his name, her heart racing inexplicably. When he
immediately appeared at the bottom of the stairs, she heaved a sigh of relief, not even
realizing she had been holding her breath.

"Just making coffee," he explained, then he paused. From below, he had a good look at
her coltish legs under the towel, right up to...

She saw his gaze drift and blushed fiercely. Running back into the bedroom, she called
back, "Just give me a minute to get dressed."

Bob chuckled as the door clicked emphatically shut. Teenagers.

Karen breathed more easily, but locked the door anyway. She needed a few moments
alone. She dropped the towel to examine her figure in the full length mirror before
dressing, her fascination with the regression process still growing as the initial shock
wore off. She posed, admiring her slim legs and hips, then turned, vamping and holding
her arms behind her head to emphasize her breasts. She pursed her lips in what she hoped
was a sensual manner and turned to offer her reflection various seductive poses. She
looked fantastic! And what was she worrying about her breasts for? They were
spectacular, and actually pretty big for her...age.

She snapped back into focus. Yeah, big for a 14 year old, not so impressive for a 27 year
old woman. She shook her head, smiling, and went back to getting dressed.

She opened her underwear drawer and pulled on some panties. Yep, a little loose, but no
big deal. Her bra was more depressing. She clearly didn't fill the cups, even after
tightening the straps, and the fabric wrinkled accusingly at the girl playing grown up. It
didn't look totally ridiculous on her - yet. The prospect of watching it deflate was
depressing, however, and she suddenly remembered the sport bras she had bought for
shrinking. They were smaller and stretchier, and seemed a lot more comforting right now
as she put one on. Sure enough, she filled out the small size garment quite fetchingly.

Size reasserted itself with a jolt when she tried on a pair of slacks. Too long by a couple
of inches. That made sense: she had still been growing until almost her junior year of
high school, and she was clearly on the downside of that milestone. Of greater concern
was that junior high growth spurt she was approaching. She realized she was about to
experience shrinking in a whole new way.

She put on old shorts and a shirt from college. Not too bad. As for later...well, she had
those girls' size clothes she'd bought before. They'd probably fit better this time anyway.
The size seven sandals she had bought sure did, a fact she discovered after finding her
regular shoes too large. She'd get some more use out of them at least. She thought about
makeup, but when she tried a little it didn't look right on her youthful face. She looked
with newfound disgust at her usual selection of cosmetics: such boring stuff. She needed
something fun or shocking - maybe some green or black nail polish. Yeah, and lipstick to
match. Cool. All she needed was to get Bob to drive her to the mall and......now where
did that come from? She shook her head again. When SHE drove to the mall, she'd get
all sorts of neat stuff. She had her own credit card and everything.

When she arrived downstairs, Bob smiled up from his coffee. She was relieved to see
that he had at least put a bathrobe on. He stood and hugged her, then paused, noticing
their different fit.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "Getting shorter, too. Hadn't thought about that yet." She looked
up into his eyes, feeling again some of the fear and helplessness she had experienced the
first time she shrank. She steeled herself; she had conquered her fears then, and she
would now.

Appearing calm, she got herself a cup of coffee and sat down. On her first sip, she made
a face and reached for the sugar bowl. Bob raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Since when do you use sugar?" he asked.

Karen considered, even as she put in two large spoonfuls, then added a sizable shot of
cream.

"Let's see," she mused, "I started drinking it black in college, so I'm guessing I've got,
like, another four years of preferring it this way." She stirred her sweet, rich beverage
and tasted it again, this time smiling. "Mmmmm. Coffee milk shake."

He laughed.

"You want some Frosted Flakes or Sugar Pops to go with that?"

"We got any?" she asked, half hoping.

"Sorry," he replied. "Granola or Mini-Wheats."

"Frosted?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah."

Karen poured herself a bowl and started munching, now the living embodiment of the
cereal's regression commercials.

"So, what do you want to do for lunch," Bob asked, tongue firmly in cheek. "McDonald's
Happy Meal or Chuck E. Cheese?"

She stuck her tongue out and made a face.

"Very funny," she replied dryly, "coming from someone who still watches cartoons."

"Only the good ones," he said defensively. "And you may be watching them with me
before the end of the day."

He was right, of course. How would her thoughts continue to change as she passed back
through middle or primary school years? A wave of fear washed over her as she
imagined losing reading or writing skills. To use Lisa's analogy, were those software or
hard-wired? What about speech or walking? Given her experiences so far, she was
afraid she new the answers.

Her face must have reflected her fear because Bob immediately rushed to hold her.

"Sorry," he said softly. "No more jokes."

"It's OK," she replied, trying to smile convincingly. "Just imagining the worst, I guess.
It's not the shrinking I'm worried about with getting younger - I'm used to that now." The
smile stabilized briefly, then faded. "It's the, you know, mental stuff that scares me."

He nodded agreement. "You notice anything big so far?"

"Not really," she lied, then pointed at her coffee cup. "Little things like that."

Now Bob was the one who look worried.

"What's wrong?" she asked, again noticing how old he looked to her young eyes. Did he
really have those lines around his eyes and that slight sagginess to his cheeks all this time
without her noticing?

"If your tastes and outlook are changing, how long before your feelings about me
change?"

It was a question she frankly couldn't answer. She took his hand in hers, thankful she
hadn't told him how different he was looking to her, and smiled in what she hoped was a
reassuring manner.

"I...don't know," she admitted. "I can't be sure." She looked deep into his eyes. "But I do
know that I still love you. I think that's one of the deepest cores to my being, and
somehow it may be the one constant we can hold to, whatever happens."

"Thanks," he said, squeezing her hand in appreciation. Feeling a bit embarrassed himself,
he added jokingly, "Hey, where does a fifteen year old get this stuff?"

"Are you kidding?" she returned. "Like, I used to devour romance stuff. You never
knew me when I was really, you know, mushy." She cradled her head with her hands and
leaned on the table. "But looks like you can get your chance after all." She blinked her
eyelashes rapidly. "Now, tell me how much you love me."

"Ummmm..."

Bob was spared further grandiloquence by the timely ringing of the phone. They glanced
at each other briefly, and Karen sprang to get it.

"Hello?"

A girl's voice answered.

"Karen? It's Lisa. I reached Gregor."

"Thank God."

"He thinks he knows what happened." She paused.

"That's good," Karen prodded. "Go on."

"Ready for another, you know, shock?"

Karen gulped, her heart jumping. But then, "Why not? After the last few weeks I'm
ready for anything."

"This may be a good shock." Another pause as Lisa pondered the best way to break her
news. "He says this kind of thing has happened before, but it's usually intentional."

"INTENTIONAL?"

"Uh huh. But by people who can, like, control it. He says we internalized the time magic
of the medallion. It only happens when....how did he put it... 'two magic users of similar
auras are aligned in heart and '...oh, I can't remember all that book stuff he was spouting.
Basically, we must have both been imagining how we were gonna use the medallion
when we touched hands. The magic got transferred to us as the best way to have us
BOTH get our thoughts fulfilled."

Karen's head spun, trying to follow her, but she had fixed on one point.

"What do you mean 'two magic users?'"

"Welcome to the club, Karen. You're a witch."

"What?" Poor Bob was going crazy trying to figure out what was being discussed as he
watched Karen's expression.

"Gregor says you must have, you know, magic potential, and probably a lot if you could
do something like this without thinking consciously about it. I could kick myself for not
noticing it earlier. Your aura has that sort of shimmery quality sometimes. But you were
always so NOT interested in my studies, I assumed it was just a reflection, you know,
from our intimacy."

Karen was speechless.

"It's great, Karen. I couldn't be happier.....well, like, I could....you know...if we
weren't..."

"Uh, yeah...."

"Anyway. We can talk about this stuff later. Like, I'll be your teacher, if you want to
learn about magic and spells and, like, it's really cool and it'll be lots of fun and..."

"Lisa?"

"Oh, yeah. Back to the medallion. Like I was saying, we sort of sucked the magic out of
it, and, like, the really good magic users can control it, so they could, like, do cool stuff
like the medallion could even without it. You follow?"

"I think so." Lisa's explanations seemed to be losing some of their earlier clarity. Karen
wondered how much her understanding of magic had been affected by her regression.

"But, like, we're not that sophis....sophist.....smart yet, so, like, we can't control what it's
doing, and, like, like..." Lisa was racing now.

"Lisa, calm down," Karen suggested, "you're losing it."

A big sigh.

"Yeah, thanks. I used to get sort of excited." Another sigh. "And it's sophisticated, so
there." She added the last more as a reassurance for herself.

"So, can we fix this thing?"

"Like, sure. No problem....well, most likely.....probably.....um, maybe."

"That's comforting."

"Well, Gregor says we can probably fix it ourselves if we, you know, recreate the
situation that started it. We gotta, like, hold hands and mind meld or something."

"Or something? Lisa, concentrate." Karen was becoming really frightened. If Lisa lost
her magic knowledge, what would happen to them.

"S...sorry," Lisa also sounded shaken. "I keep, like, losing focus, you know?"

"Believe me, yes."

"Anyway. We just need to hold our hands over the medallion and line up our thoughts,
like we did before."

"Like we did before?"

Lisa giggled.

"Evidently. Admit it, you were thinking of regressing me while we were there."

Bob saw Karen's cheeks redden.

"Yeah, OK. Sorta."

Another giggle. "Me, too. That's why we're both getting younger."

"Hey, wait a minute. If we have the magic in us," Bob's eyes widened at hearing that
statement, "why can't we stop this?"

"We still don't have the control, silly. Even I can't do that yet. Oh, but that reminds me.
How's Bob doing?"

Karen looked at her husband with a worried expression that did nothing to calm his
anxiety while he waited.

"Fine. Why?"

"Nothing. I hope. You might be unconsciously affecting people around you is all, at
least people close by." Another giggle. "And I'll bet you two were pretty close by."

Karen blushed again. She looked at Bob more carefully. Were those lines even more
pronounced than before? And his beard stubble showed some gray. She was sure she
would have noticed that. Oh my god, she thought as it crystallized, it wasn't just her
youthful perspective, he WAS older. She was near panic again.

"Um, Lisa," she began, not wanting to reveal everything just yet. "There may be a
problem."

"Younger or older?"

"Um....the second one." She was afraid to say the word with Bob right there.

"That figures. Sorta to balance you, I bet. That would be good, you know, 'cause maybe
the rate will be like yours. Not too bad."

Sure, tell your spouse you've just added ten years to his age, Karen thought. No problem,
honey, you're forty going on fifty, ready to retire by tonight.

"Lisa. Like, we need to do something. NOW. Get over here as fast as you can."

"Ummm, yeah, sure. I'm ready, but, um, could you send Bob to pick me up?"

"Why?" Karen was too surprised to see the obvious answer.

"Well, driving could be, like, a problem. I, um, well, it's...." Big sigh. "Look, I can't
drive, OK?"

"Oh." Karen remembered her own thoughts about getting to the mall.

"I still remember how to drive when I think about it," Lisa hastened to add. "Like, I
know you turn the key, and engage the clutch, and shift and all that, but, well, my body
doesn't remember. I tried to back my car out a little bit ago and was jerking all over the
place. God, it was like so embarrassing." Lisa had driven a standard transmission since
college and was proud of her driving skills. "I don't know if I could even make it to your
house now, and if I attracted police attention - I don't exactly match my license."

"I understand, " Karen said sympathetically. "Believe me, I understand. I'll send Bob
right over."

"Thanks. I'll be waiting."

"Um, Lisa, if this doesn't work....?" Karen asked hesitantly.

"Gregor's already working on a more powerful counterspell. He could fix it," she said
confidently. "We'll be OK, but..."

"I knew there had to be a but."

"He wouldn't be able to change us back until he gets the stuff ready and actually comes
over, and that would be tomorrow at the earliest. By then.... well, we're not in physical
danger, but how does Bob feel about changing diapers?"

"I hope this isn't how I find out. Let's do it. He's on his way."

"I'll be waiting. Bye."

Karen hung up and relayed the information to Bob. He looked at her very strangely as
she explained how she might have magic power undreamt of. She wasn't sure how she
felt about that herself yet, but wanted to wait to discuss it after the current crisis. She also
couldn't bring herself to tell him about his counterpart aging yet. She was afraid he would
hate her somehow for doing it, or at least hate being near her.

When she explained that Lisa couldn't drive herself, Bob chuckled.

"She always gives me such a hard time about using an automatic. I think I'll enjoy this
ride."

Karen's eyes went wide with an unexpected pang of jealous fear. Bob was going to be
alone with another woman....girl....female, and someone mutually attractive. She needed
an excuse, and fortunately thought of a very good one. She immediately picked up the
phone.

"Lisa?" Karen again. We're BOTH coming over. I, uh, figure that will let us get started
faster at fixing this." Karen imagined Lisa sounded almost disappointed as she agreed.
She hung up the phone, and folded her arms grimly. No one was messing with her
boyfriend.


End part 5

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv


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