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Time Change by Nomdreserv


Part 6

The hour drive to Lisa's appeared uneventful to superficial inspection, but not to Karen's
more critical observation. She watched helplessly as her breasts slowly dwindled further,
too slow to actually see as it happened, but with devastating cumulative effect. They
barely pushed her shirt front out at all, the impression (or lack thereof) heightened by the
increasing and all too familiar looseness of her clothing. The baggy shorts showed her
legs were getting thinner, especially the thighs, as well as shorter, further evidence of the
loss of her womanly development. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed her suspicion
- the girl looking back was junior high at most.

She readjusted her seat and seatbelt, hoping Bob wouldn't notice. She stole a glance at
him. Thank God he didn't look appreciably older. He was intent on the driving, and as he
maneuvered through traffic, Karen realized that she had indeed lost the skill for driving.
She couldn't anticipate their turns and lane changes the way she automatically did as a
passenger, and instead just let her mind wander.

She looked at Bob again. Even older, he looked good - so big, strong and handsome -
and he really, really loved her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have married her, would he? She
knew that was important somehow, but the whole idea of marriage seemed a little fuzzy
right now. But it meant they were in love. She knew she was: her heart skipped a beat
when she looked at him - what a hunk, and he was hers! She began to daydream about
various romantic adventures, including scenarios about desert islands, or about how Bob
might have some mysterious past he had never told her about - no doubt tragic and
frightening - which he would need her help to overcome.

In the midst of her reverie, she suddenly realized she was thinking like a girl with a crush
instead of a husband. A husband! And all that implied. She stole another secretive
glance, but Bob seemed untroubled. Interestingly, not one of the adventures or romantic
situations she had been imagining had progressed beyond kissing and picturesque
clenches with flowery declarations of passion. She found the prospect of actual sex much
less inviting right now. I mean, naked and everything? She blushed at the thought. And
how did you actually......? Oh yeah, she could sort of remember when she tried. After
all, just that morning....

She gasped and blushed a deeper red, turning to look out her window while wrestling
with conflicting feelings. She knew sex with Bob was - had been - wonderful, but she
could almost feel her understanding and former desire dissipating like fog in the sun.
Even as she tried to concentrate on a technique or the general intensity of their
lovemaking, her thoughts would wander and the knowledge fade, leaving her feeling
more and more frightened and ignorant. The whole thing started to seem a little....gross.

She pulled her legs onto the seat and hugged her knees to what was left of her shrinking
breasts, feeling small, confused and above all, embarrassed. She hoped Bob wouldn't
notice, but also prayed even more fervently that he wouldn't try anything.

Bob glanced at her as she rocked slightly on her seat. She looked more and more like a
scared little girl, and less and less like his confident and familiar wife. Poor kid, he
thought - must be awful having all those conflicting feelings rushing about. Adolescence
was bad enough going forward, even as you gained knowledge and freedom. How much
worse would it be going backwards, losing those abilities as you went. He reached over
to pat her reassuringly.

She jumped at the touch, a panicked expression in her eyes, but when she saw his warm
smile, and his hand showed no intent of moving elsewhere, she melted and squeezed his
hand back in relief. He was so nice, and understanding, and...handsome. She started to
daydream again. Wouldn't it be neat if they lived in Elizabethan England, and she was a
noble girl, and Bob was........

Several swashbuckles and steamy yet chaste declarations later, they finally reached Lisa's
house, her car still parked askew in the driveway from her abortive attempt to drive.
Getting out of the car, Karen felt terribly self conscious with her oversize clothes hanging
on her slight frame. She was sure every eye in the neighborhood was fixed on her. Of
course, not only were they too big, they were boring, she decided, and that made it worse.
She needed jazzier, exciting things - like a short skirt and crop top, or...

She was distracted when Bob joined her at Lisa's door. She looked over and up, her head
coming only to his shoulder - about five feet she guessed. Oh well, she was getting used
to this perspective. She held Bob's arm possessively and stuck her chest out as they
waited for Lisa to answer their ring.

The window shade next to the door fluttered, followed by the sound of the lock unbolting,
then the door opened. A girl of about twelve stood there, with crystal green eyes, long
black hair which she twisted nervously with her fingers, and a forlorn expression.

"Hi, guys," she smiled bravely and stood aside. "Come on in."

Karen and Lisa sized each other up as she closed the door behind them.

They were about the same height. Lisa was dressed in similarly oversized shirt and shorts,
with a straight small frame and flat chest. Karen couldn't help feeling proud about the
definite bumps she still showed. Lisa noticed Karen's gaze and smirk, and wrinkled her
cute little nose while flushing.

"Yeah, I was a late bloomer. Don't rub it in - at least you still got boobs." Then she
giggled. "But not much longer by the look of things." Then she looked at Bob adoringly.
"Can I get you anything?" She tried to push by Karen as she said this, and accidentally
brushed her hand on Karen's arm. They both jumped.

"Hey!" Karen said, rubbing her arm, then stopped, seeing Bob and Lisa stare at her chest.
She looked down and gasped. As if in response to Lisa's observation, the last remnants of
her breasts shrank away, disappearing into her loosening clothes. When she looked back,
she had to look up slightly at Lisa.

"LISA!" she shrieked, her voice up another notch. "What are you doing?"

Her friend panicked and turned pale.

"I don't know! I don't know!" She held her hands up to her mouth in dismay. "I didn't
mean it!"

Karen burned with anger and shame at the loss of her last obvious adult attributes. She
was sure Lisa had done that on purpose. After all, she had said the magic was inside
them now, and she must have known how to control it better than she let on. The anger
swelled, and she could feel herself losing control. There was something else - a tingling
that formed in her fingers and seemed to grow with her anger (as advertised, the dark side
may not be stronger, but it is easier). Suddenly, she smiled with an evil glint in her eye.
It was worth a try.

"It happened when you did this." She brushed her hand against Lisa's arm. Sure enough,
another spark, but this time, it was Lisa who jumped - then shrank an inch. She
immediately saw the result, her clothes shifting on her smaller body, and now her
confusion transformed to anger as well.

"Stop that!" She jabbed a finger at Karen. Karen shrank another half inch and could feel
her shorts settle lower on suddenly narrower hips.

"No, you stop it!" Karen shot back, figuratively and literally.

"Don't!"

"Cut it out!"

"Stop!"

Their hands became a blur, each frantically trying to slap or poke the other while
protecting herself. By the time Bob's surprise subsided sufficiently for him to step
between them and physically hold them apart, two panting eight year olds glared at each
other spitefully. Lisa's shorts had fallen around her ankles, and Karen had lost her
wedding ring. They both stood about four feet tall.

Bob experienced that special anger adults feel when they find children behaving
irrationally. He couldn't believe he had just watched them both deliberately shave a third
or more of their remaining years off in a mutual tantrum, and took no pains to hide the
anger in his voice, sounding very much like an irritated father.

"Oh, great - that helped a lot. Two girls locked in the same magical curse, maybe about
to lose their only chance to save themselves while they fight to see who the bigger baby
is."

"She started it." Little Karen stuck her tongue out while hiding behind Bob's suddenly
massive body, never taking her eyes off her rival.

"No, she did! She...."

"Never mind," he broke in, as it looked as though they might start swiping at each other
again. "You'll both be babies in a few hours now. By all means, hurry it along. Hey,
pretty soon you'll be small enough that I can spank you both at the same time, and save
myself some trouble."

Karen looked up at him sullenly, then did a double take, her mouth falling open. His
sideburns and temples were gray, and silver flecked his hair elsewhere. Facial lines had
spread from his eyes and mouth and deepened, giving his face a weathered appearance,
and his cheeks sagged slightly, twitching from his anger. His shoulders also seemed to
stoop uncharacteristically.

"Oh my God!" The exclamation sounded strange from the small girl. "Bob, I'm so
sorry."

Lisa noticed it too and gasped.

"What?" he asked, fear growing as he took in their expressions.

"The side effects of our magic. Didn't Karen tell you?"

He looked uncomprehendingly at the frightened little girl with bright red hair. Karen, in
turn, looked desperately from Bob to Lisa, then burst into tears.

"I.....was......scared!" she wailed between sobs. Her pent up emotions burst forth, and
she cried long and hard.


....................................................................

To his credit, even after they filled him in with the rest of the story and he realized his
own danger, Bob never moved from Karen's side. He cradled the sobbing girl, soothing
her and stroking her hair while telling her everything was OK. Her quieting snuffles
testified to the effect of his reassurances as they sat on a couch in the family room, Karen
resting her head against his chest, her skinny legs not even close to reaching the floor.
She felt safe nestled in his arms, glad for her small size. He was so big and strong and
solid and protective and understanding: her thoughts ran on. Somehow, his comforting
really made her feel as though everything would be OK, like he could do anything. And
he was always there for her - no wonder she loved him.

She did, too. She had been right about the strength and constancy of her love - it changed
with her and gave her strength. Of course, she didn't realize how much it had changed in
character. She no longer felt any anguish or uncertainty over the prospect of sex - the
whole idea of sex was pretty much erased. It simply didn't occur to her now. In fact, if
anyone had suggested it to her, she would have been doubly repulsed: not only by sex in
general, but about sex with Bob. It would be like suggesting it about her father.

Well, perhaps not quite as bad as that, but fortunately the suggestion wasn't made.
Certainly not by Bob, who found himself feeling downright paternal in his own right as
he cuddled the sniffling, frightened little girl wearing comically oversize clothes. He
could barely believe this was his Karen, or even the eager teenager he had known this
morning.

Lisa sat in a nearby chair, swinging her foot impatiently over its arm. She had pulled her
shorts back on, but couldn't walk without holding them up. Watching the couple on her
couch, she was superficially contrite, but to be honest, didn't feel all that bad. Her mind
had adapted all too easily to her younger state, and she wondered why she had been so
worried. So what if they were a little younger? It's not like it made any real difference.
Karen was just being a stupid crybaby.

And why did Bob give her all the attention? Because the little baby was crying? That's
all she was, a baby. Lisa found herself wishing she had made her even younger - that
would show her. Yeah, after all, she was the real witch, she could do anything she
wanted. If she was going to act like a baby..... She smiled and sat up, wondering whether
to restart the fight, then backed down. Bob probably wouldn't like it, and right now, she
felt an unusual deference to him, as though his approval was important. Funny, she had
never thought of him as an authority figure before, but right now, she felt jealous of the
reassurances he comforted Karen with. If she had observed herself with more detachment
and maturity, she would have realized that, basically, she wanted a hug from daddy.

But she didn't have that level of self awareness. She gave up on her plan to regress Karen
any more and went back to sulking. She was getting bored and still felt jealous (sibling
rivalry rather than any romantic attachment), so she started to sing a little song to herself,
unconsciously hoping to gather some attention.

Karen looked over at her with red eyes and a frown. Truth to tell, she didn't feel entirely
bad about their exchange either. True, she had lost the last vestiges of her adult body and
another foot of height, and she and Lisa had acted quite childishly, but... it had been
marvelous while it lasted. She had been trying so hard to be good, to keep her behavior
appropriate for a 27 year old, and working diligently at holding in her emotions, that
when the break had come - an opportunity to actually let loose and act up - to be the child
she was looking more and more like - it had felt wonderful. The torrent of tears afterward
had also been quite cathartic, and she was beginning to feel up to reasserting control, or
whatever control she could muster. She knew her thoughts and perspective were even
more altered, and found it much harder to tell how much now or to think like the adult she
had been. She desperately feared further regression, and the possible loss of her adult self
entirely. This was unknown territory even to Lisa's experience - if they lost their adult
minds entirely, could they ever recover them? She knew they had to forget their stormy
meeting and get to work as they had planned.

The question was, looking at the skinny, black haired little girl singing to herself, could
they still save themselves?


End part 6

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv


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