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PART ONE
“Jesus! What the *****?” Ken jumped in the air at least 4 feet.
Ken Keller had been walking down the shoreline with his wife, Robin, and their 8 year old daughter, Natalie, when his bare foot stepped on something hard with a defined edge.
“What’s the problem?” his wife asked.
“I don’t know,” Ken replied, looking at the bottom of his foot. “I think I stepped on a piece of glass or something.”
He finished checking his foot for a cut or puncture mark, then proceeded over to where he had done his little Safety Dance. He stuck his hand down in the foamy surf and searched around slowly; not wanting to cut his hand if the object was sharp. All along Natalie splashed around them in the water singing, “Daddy said the F word. Daddy said the F Word.”
His wife was walking toward their daughter to scold her on her taunting, when Ken’s hand brushed over something smooth.
Ken scooped the item up, letting the surf wash away most of the sand and the muck. It appeared to be a small glass bottle, almost like an aspirin bottle. There also seemed to be a piece of paper inside. Ken began to pull on the cork, curiosity getting the best of him. As he tugged the cork free, a faint mist escaped from inside the bottle. Ken turned the bottle upside down and shook the paper out into his left hand. He wiped his palms on his khaki shorts and unrolled the note. Ken proceeded to read the following :
TO WHOEVER OPENS THIS BOTTLE -
YOU ARE NOW THE PROUD RECIPIENT OF 3 WISHES TO DO WITH AS YOU SEE FIT.
WARNING : PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING RULES BEFORE WISHING.
#1. ONE WISH PER PERSON; EITHER FOR THE WISHER OR TO ANOTHER PERSON. (I.E. CAN’T MAKE ONE WISH TO BE A MILLION DOLLARS TO EACH MEMBER OF THE FAMILY.)
#2. NO WISHING FOR MORE WISHES!!!
#3. ALL 3 WISHES MUST BE MADE IN A 24 HOUR WINDOW STARTING FROM THE OPENING OF THIS BOTTLE OR ALL WILL BE FORFEIT.
#4. FINALLY, BE VERY SPECIFIC IN YOUR REQUESTS. THE RESULTS COULD BE CATASTROPHIC.
WITH THAT SAID, WISH AWAY!
Ken laughed to himself after reading the note, “Whatta load of bullshit!”
He then rolled up the piece of paper and placed it back in the bottle. He capped on the top and sent it skimming across the waves a good 200 feet, where it disappeared. He was starting to turn around when his wife approached him.
“What was that you just threw?” she asked.
“Oh, um, nothing. Just some piece of glass I found.”
A frown suddenly appeared on Robin’s face. “So you just threw a sharp piece of glass back into the ocean so somebody else, besides you, can step on it, perhaps even our daughter. Why didn’t you just put it in the trash can over there?”
Ken was getting a little agitated. “Look, said piece of glass in question had no sharp edges since it was a bottle. Hence, I doubt anyone will be cutting themselves on it.”
“So now you’re littering.”
“How can I be littering if the bottle was already lying in the sand before I even got here?” Ken’s voice was getting a little louder.
Robin began her rebuttal, but Ken suddenly lost interest in their point/counter point bottle debate when a very healthy girl in her early 20’s walked by them. Tall, tan and built like a brickhouse, the scantly clad woman lifted her sunglasses a bit and smiled at Ken. Ken smiled back, obviously sucking in his gut, and continued to stare at the two things that all guys like to stare at most. As the woman passed them, Ken could see her shake her head and almost break into a laugh. He was abashed by this reaction, even though he continued to stare at the bikini bottom that moved back and forth like a clock pendulum. Before he could decide on his next move, Robin’s voice suddenly came back into clear focus. “Are you done showing off, Mr. Hasselhoff?”
Ken turned to face his wife. “What? I was looking to make sure no one had stolen our towels.” His face was starting to turn crimson from the beach babe’s rebuff and from his wife’s rebuke. (Luckily his mid afternoon sunburn hid it well.)
“Yeah, right.”
Ken reached again for the life preserver, though he was sinking fast. “WHAT? I wasn’t looking at the girl in the bikini.” He mentally kicked himself for his response.
“Yeah, and I’m not married to an idiot.” She turned away. “Let’s just get Natalie and go back to the hotel. We’ll talk about this later.” Robin trudged off toward their daughter.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Oh well, no sex tonight, again. I just hope there’s something good on cable tonight.” Ken softly muttered to himself, while slowly following his wife.
Ken’s mind trailed off again as he thought about how his life had come to this peculiar junction. How at 46 years old, this is the best life has to offer. His mind raced back to how he met a young woman named Robin Powell at Kent State over twenty years ago and how they both fell head over heels in love with each other. How they got married four years later and started a life together. How Robin ended up getting a teaching job at the local grade school and he finished law school and was accepted into a prestigious law firm. How they pushed off having a family right away and concentrated on their careers. How they always had enough money, but never enough time together to do anything with it. How after ten years, five miscarriages, and a few trips to the fertility clinic, they were able to conceive their daughter, Natalie. Natalie, the little angel who mended the gap in their marriage for a little while, until their suppressed problems began resurfacing again. How he planned this Florida vacation as a way to rekindle some of the magic their marriage had lost. Especially after Robin’s most recent miscarriage 8 months ago, in which they had hoped to bless little Natalie with a baby brother or sister. With Robin turning 43 this month and their previous difficulty conceiving , it appeared Natalie would always be an only child.
Ken continued following Robin down the shoreline, as their silhouettes stretched across the sand. His mind wandered back to the blonde bombshell from earlier. He looked down at himself and became slightly annoyed at the fact he couldn’t tell what color shorts he was wearing, let alone see his feet. The only other thing that bothered him more was his receding, partially gray, hairline. “God, I’m getting old.” Ken mumbled to himself.
Ken stopped for a second and brushed the sand from his khaki shorts. “What I wouldn’t do to be a teenager again; no stress, no bills, no problems. Hell, I even wish I was half my age.” A sudden breeze came out of nowhere and swept more sand onto his shorts, “God Dammit!”
Robin turned around to see what the problem was this time. “Now what? Can’t find anymore bottles to chuck into the water?”
“Heh, heh, heh, heh,” Ken laughed dryly. “You know, you should be on Comic Relief. Since I could sure use some relief from your comedy.”
Ken felt a little light headed suddenly, but continued brushing the sand off his shorts. He watched Robin play with Natalie, who was throwing water around with a big plastic cup. Ken still loved his wife, but god knows she’s seen better days. Lack of exercise and depression, still from the miscarriage, had done a number on her body. Back in college, Robin had a killer body, and everyone on campus knew it, especially Robin. She had long, straight brown hair down to her waist and even longer legs. She often wore short minis, hot pants, and hip huggers to accentuate her feminine features. This was during the early 70’s, so the Equal Rights Movement was in full swing, and so Robin seldom wore a bra to cover her 36C chest; not that Ken complained or anything. Now her chest sagged severely, due to excessive weight gain. Ken still loved his wife and watched her wade in the surf, wearing a black one piece and a sun hat, even though it was 8 P.M. and the sun was little more than a light red semi-circle on the horizon. Her once long legs were now layered with cellulite, while varicose veins appeared throughout her calves. The area from her ass to the back of her knees rippled with flesh. Robin’s hair, while mostly covered by her hat, looked stringy and her face was becoming a collection of crow’s feet, wrinkles and laugh lines. Ken still loved his wife, but lately it felt as if the passion and lust was slowly draining from their marriage and was being replaced with familiarity and complaisance. Sex now seemed like a chore for them, instead of a pleasure. After nearly twenty years of marriage, it seemed they had also run out of things to say to each other. Instead they bickered at each other like Hume Cronyn and Jessica Tandy in “The Gin Game”. But Ken still loved his wife...didn’t he?
Ken shook the last thought from him head with disgust. “I still love my wife, period.” He said to himself. “I just wish . . . she was a little younger.”
Another breeze suddenly kicked in, sweeping more sand at Ken. “Screw it!” Ken stopped dusting off his pants in defeat.
He quickly joined up with his wife and daughter and threw his big hairy meathooks around her waist from behind. Robin started to squirm immediately in his grasp.
“Let go of me, Ken Keller,” she scolded him. “You’re covered with sand, and besides I’m still pissed at you.”
Ken knew she must still be mad, since she used his full name when yelling at him. It was time for a cease fire.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Ken began, apologetic now. “I’m a jerk; I’m s*****; I plead stupidity and throw myself on the mercy of the court.” He put his hand on her right shoulder.
Her head turned to the right, to acknowledge the gesture.
Ken was about to continue with his apology when he felt a tugging on his shorts, accompanied by the repetitive phrase, “Daddy, turn around.”
He turned around and bent down to face his daughter, and began to ask, “What is it, Natalie?”
SPLASH!
That was not the answer Ken was expecting, as he stood there, first in shock, then in pain. Natalie stood in front of her father, holding a large plastic cup that used to be filled with salt water. Now the contents of the cup had been transferred to Ken’s face. To make matters worse, Ken’s mouth and eyes were wide open at the time. He immediately began rubbing at the burning sensation in his eyes, while coughing up volumes of ocean water that had recently entered his lungs. Ken ran to where he last remembered seeing their towels and shoes, hoping to wipe away his salty displeasure.
Robin followed him, shaking her head back and forth, with Natalie in tow behind her. She thought her daddy would enjoy her tomfoolery and they would splash each other in the water as they had done earlier. Natalie now discovered she had made a slight miscalculation in her assessment.
Robin approached Ken. “Now, before you say or do anything rash, remember, it was an accident.”
“No, Chernobyl was an accident,” Ken sputtered, his face half covered in a towel. “This was vindictive horseplay.”
At this point, Natalie poked her head out from behind her mother. “Sorr-wee, Daddy,” she whimpered, almost on the verge of tears.
Ken gave her a blank stare, then inhaled and started to talk, when . . .
“Calm down, Ken. She was just playing with you.”
Ken put the towel down and focused his attention towards Robin. “Well, I’d hate to see what she’d do if she was trying to make me mad. You know, you act like she hasn’t done anything wrong and I’m the bad guy here. Jesus Robin, she’s 8 years old and she still sucks her thumb and wets the bed. I say we should nip these issues in the bud before they become a problem. Noooooo, you say she’s still a child and will eventually grow out of these habits. Well, I’m sick of waiting. Sometimes, I wish Natalie would just grow up.”
A gust a wind blew over Ken, knocking the towel out of his hand.
Robin just stood there, not denying or agreeing with what her husband just said. Instead she kept silent, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.
“It getting dark. Let’s head back to our room. I think I’ve had all the rest and relaxation I can take for one day.” Ken said wearily, as he picked up their towels and cooler and headed towards the hotel.
Robin and Natalie followed behind, quietly.
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Back at the hotel, everyone seemed to have calmed down a bit.
Robin helped Natalie undress and get ready for her bath. “Mommy, my feet hurt.”
“”Honey, that’s because we walked alot today. In fact, my feet hurt too.” Robin began taking off one of Natalie’s sneakers.
“No, I mean my shoes feel tight.” Natalie explained as her mom pulled off her shoe with an audible pop. “And my clothes feel tight too.”
“Well, you’ve been running around, getting sweaty and playing in the sand and water all day. It’s a wonder your clothes don’t feel funny.” Robin noticed that her daughter’s shirt did look a little snug on her, as Natalie tugged at the hem of her sleeves and the bottom of her T-shirt.
Robin peeled off Natalie’s other shoe. “I wouldn’t worry about your clothes, Honey. Now get in the bathroom. I’ve already ran your bath water and it should be done about now. I’ll be in soon to help you with your hair.”
Robin heard the bathroom door slam shut behind her, as she walked to the bedroom and collapsed, face first, on the king-size mattress.
Twenty minutes had passed before Robin, who had been snapping in and out of consciousness on the bed, decided to check in on Natalie. She reached the bathroom door and heard Natalie singing and splashing in the tub. As she opened the door, the singing immediately stopped.
“Hi, Mommy!” Robin heard her daughter exclaim, as a wave of warm steam hit her, fogging up her eyeglasses.
“Hi, yourself. Are you ready to get your hair washed?” She removed her now useless eye wear, as she walked over to the side of the tub, her vision now slightly distorted.
As Robin shampooed her daughter’s hair, it seemed to be longer than she remembered. She thought her hair came down to her shoulders, not past her shoulder blades. Before Robin could contemplate Natalie’s sudden hair extension, she noticed something strange happening in the tub.
Through the steamy haze, she saw the bath water discolor to a muddy hue. It became darker and redder, as Robin watched in shock. The bloody stream originated from where Natalie sat and spread to all sections of the tub. Robin suddenly realized what had happened. Natalie had started her first period. “Mommy. Why’d you stop washing my hair?” Natalie asked, with her eyes closed tightly because of the shampoo dripping down her forehead.
“Um, it’s nothing, Dear.” Robin quickly composed herself. She drained the tub, rinsed off Natalie’s hair and pulled her out of the tub.
Natalie seemed heavier than she remembered. She was barely able to lift her high enough for her legs and feet to clear the edge of the tub. She also seemed a little taller. Natalie was small for age and was teased for it constantly in private school. Robin could have sworn she came up to no higher than her waist. Now Natalie’s head was barely below her chest. She shook her head over this impossibility. Robin simply attributed Natalie’s sudden height and weight progression to her own weakness and blurred perception due to either prolonged heat exhaustion or sunstroke or dehydration.
“Ken? Could you bring my purse in here?” Robin yelled, then quickly explained certain facts of life to Natalie as she wrapped her in a towel.
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It was 9:30 when everyone settled in for bed, hoping to get an early start on Disney World tomorrow.
Robin was still reading a book, while Ken was trying to sleep. She reached the end of a chapter, closed the book and looked at her husband. “You know, Natalie got her period tonight.”
Ken did not need this at almost ten o’clock at night. “Robin, I don’t need to hear every detail of my daughter’s menstrual cycle before going to bed. Hell, I don’t even like to hear about yours. It’s something men just find unsettling. It ranks up there with your mother describing a blow job. It’s just more information than one person really needs.”
Robin ignored his Neanderthal response. “Anyway, Natalie seems different since we came back from the beach. She seems taller, almost as if . . . . I know this sounds weird . . . as if she was going through puberty already.”
“So.”
“So, she’s only 8 years old, Ken. Don’t you think that’s a bit young for a little girl to be getting her period?”
Ken rolled over to face his wife. “Gee Honey, I don’t know? I’ve never been a little girl before.” Ken rolled back over.
“Is that all you’ve got to say about this? She’s your daughter too, Ken. I thought you’d be a least somewhat interested in what’s going on with Natalie’s life.
“Look, you say Natalie got her first period tonight. I’m happy for her. It’s nice to know she’s starting down the road toward womanhood. But it’s a natural occurrence, and 8 years old or not, there’s nothing I can do about it.” Ken paused, then continued, still with his back to Robin. “As for her getting taller, or more grown-up, or whatever, I think it stems from your subconscious reaction to our discussion earlier on Natalie’s hyperactiveness. You believe she’s suddenly growing-up, so eventually I’d believe the same thing and her problems are left unaddressed. Nice try Robin, but no cigar. Good night.”
“Ken, your lack of compassion is only overshadowed by your lack of perception.” Robin’s face grimaced. “I don’t know why I even bother talking to you.” She downed two aspirins and a glass of water off the nightstand, before flicking the light off and rolling over.
There Ken and Robin slept, in total darkness; in total silence. They both had their backs to one another in the king-sized bed, with enough space between them to fit a Shetland pony.
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Natalie suddenly woke up and rolled over to check the alarm clock. The digital numbers that read 9:40 blared back at her in neon red. She tried to go back to sleep, but just couldn’t get comfortable. Everything felt different to her all of a sudden. She got out of bed and walked over to the light switch on the wall. She found it, though it seemed lower than she remembered, and turned it on.
Natalie almost screamed with shock at the strange reflection that greeted her off the closet door mirrors. There in the mirror stood a blossoming, yet still gawky, 13 year old year girl. Natalie was amazed at how she looked now. Her night shirt, which hung a little below her knees before, now rested about mid thigh. It showed off her long, thin legs and knobby knees. Natalie then lifted up the bottom of her shirt, which revealed her stretched panties on her slightly flared hips.
The main development that drew her attention though, were the two small bumps the stuck out from her once flat chest. Natalie grabbed her night shirt on both sides of her hips and pulled down and back. She then turned sideways and admired her profile in the taut shirt.
“Wow.” Natalie remarked, amazed at her now flat stomach and round chest, instead of the other way around. Even though her boobs weren’t even an A cup yet, they were still huge to Natalie.
Over the next hour or so, Natalie’s body continued to blossom into womanhood. She had since discarded her shirt to get a better view of her continuously developing features. Natalie watched her baby fat slowly melt away as her face became more angular. Her nose elongated and her lips became fuller. The color of her light brown hair darkened gradually to a muddy brown, as did her eyebrows. Natalie’s hair continued growing, until it was down to the middle of her back. As Natalie hit 14, she also hit a growth spurt, sprouting up like a weed in warm weather. In fifteen minutes, she was four inches taller. Her arms and legs lengthened, then swelled, as muscle growth eventually caught up with bone growth. Natalie was roughly aging at least four years per hour, with no signs of stopping. Now only wearing her panties, she watched in awe as her waist and hips expanded. The calves on her legs ballooned out, as did her thighs. She hit 16 like a freight train and grew another 4 inches. The freckles across her nose and on her cheeks grew fainter and fainter, until they disappeared. Most impressively, Natalie noticed, was her chest. While the two small bumps had been getting bigger over time, fluctuating between a training bra and an A cup, they literally exploded when she turned sweet sixteen. Her bosom enlarged and protruded to a pert B cup size. Hormones were raging through Natalie’s body like the truck in “Duel”. Natalie was now seventeen, rounding the base towards eighteen. Her breasts continued to inflate, as cleavage formed between them. Her bottom mimicked her top as her buttocks fattened up and got rounder. This change caused her panties to become very constrictive, as they strained desperately to hold their ever widening package. The panties literally stretched to the point of a G-string across her bushy crotch. At 18, her adolescent development leveled off. Where 75 minutes ago stood a ungainly, willowy thirteen year old, now stood a voluptuous siren of eighteen.
“Cool.” Natalie exclaimed, as she cupped her impressive C cup sized breasts with her hands. “I bet I’m even bigger than Mommy.”
Natalie was now over 5’ 10” and guessed she weighed about 120 pounds, even though her perception was still off kilter. She continued to fondle her breasts, when suddenly her stomach made a noise like a creaking door.
“God, I’m hungry. I need to get something to eat.” Natalie quickly moved her hands to her belly. McDonald’s immediately popped into her mind.
She took a step forward and swayed a bit. It seemed her balanced had altered along with her newly formed body. She took another step and heard her panties slightly rip, while the tight crotch cut into her like dental floss. “Owwwww.”
“I wonder if Mommy’s clothes would fit me now.” Natalie pondered as she took off toward her parent’s room.
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Ken and Robin’s bedroom door opened up slowly.
Natalie entered, on her hands and knees, trying to remember which dresser her mom’s clothes were in. As she crawled around, she cringed every so often, as her crippling underwear sliced into her. Painfully, she found the dresser.
With little regard for style, taste, or size, Natalie just grabbed handfuls of clothing. She then opened the top drawer and grabbed a couple of bras and panties. Heading back towards the door, she stopped at the closet and picked up a pair of shoes and a belt. She swiftly left the room, closing the door behind her.
In the hallway, she immediately peeled off her panties and put her mother’s on. A little baggy, but better than the alternative. Natalie picked up the rest of the clothes and hurried to her room.
Closing her door, she began fidgeting with one of the bras. After ten minutes, Natalie finally got the bra to fit, though it felt restrictive at first. She then put on one of her mother’s long blue dresses, which looked somewhat loose on her. She took the belt and tightened it to the last hole around her waist. This helped the dress fit better, though it still had some slack in it. “At least the shoes fit.” Natalie remarked, sliding on the pumps.
Natalie looked devastating in the mirror, despite her lack luster outfit, and gave some Vogue poses in the reflection. Her stomach again roared like the MGM lion. “Well gotta go.”
Natalie staggered down the hallway in her mother’s shoes, using the wall as a crutch till she regained her proper balance. She grabbed the room key sitting in an ashtray and headed for the door when she suddenly stopped. “Whoops! I almost forgot something.” She turned around and swiped her mother’s purse off the end table. “I’m gonna need this.”
Guilt and fear flashed through Natalie’s mind simultaneously as she grabbed the doorknob. Guilt; over taking her mom’s stuff, and fear; from going into the big, strange world outside by herself (well, that and getting caught).
“I’ll be back long before Mommy and Daddy wake up. ‘Sides, I’m a big girl now. I can take care of my self, at least for a short while.” Natalie reassured herself and closed the door behind her.
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Ken gradually opened his eyes to a beam of sunlight glaring him in the face through a crack in the curtains. His side of the bed would have to be the one facing the window. Glancing up quickly at the radio-clock, he noticed it registered 7:05. Ken stretched his arms over his head and immediately rolled over. “Ten more minutes, then I’ll get up. Maybe.” Ken mumbled in his raspy morning voice, which sounded different than usual. Suddenly he felt his bladder hit Def-Con One. “Um, maybe now would be a good time to get up.”
Throwing the covers off him in one fluid motion, Ken sat-up on the edge of the bed, yawning as he cracked his back. He hoisted himself out of bed and stood up unsteadily. His gray boxers immediately fell straight to his ankles.
“Whatever.” Ken groggily exclaimed, as he stepped out of his underwear. He then started walking around the bed, staring at the lump of blankets that was his wife, when he abruptly ran into an open dresser drawer.
“God Dammit!” Ken slammed the drawer shut and began rubbing his bruised leg. “Gee, I wonder who left their underwear drawer open all night?” Came a sarcastic comment through gritted teeth.
“What?” Robin replied, half muffled by a pillow. “What time is it?”
“Time for me to get a hip replacement.” The remark was quickly followed by the shutting of the bathroom door.
Robin just shook her head and let her face crash back into the pillow.
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Inside the bathroom, Ken staggered toward the toilet, his brain still running on visual-spatial memories. He placed one hand against the wall for stability and put his head down as he did his business. “Huh, that’s weird.” Ken remarked, due to the fact that the current view to his groin was curiously unobstructed by his stomach. Ken lazily glanced at his reflection in the wall-length mirror to his left, then put his head down again. Ken’s eyes suddenly opened wide, as the subliminal image registered in his head like a sonic boom. He did a double take at the mirror. A lean, muscular man in his twenties stared back.
“Holy shit!” Ken exclaimed, as he began urinating everywhere like an out of control water toy.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Shit!” He chanted, trying to get himself under control. Ken started to back away from his renewed image in the mirror, overwhelmed by shock. The back of his legs caught the tub rim and he began falling backwards. Ken quickly grabbed the plastic shower curtains for balance, but his sheer weight caused them to come crashing down on top of him. He hit the inside of the tub with a THUD.
There Ken lay, naked and dazed, covered only by a shower curtain. The end result looked like a really bad “Psycho” outtake. After a few moments, Ken gradually gained some composure and climbed out of the tub to view himself again.
“Oh my god, that’s me.” He told the mirror. There in the reflection stood a young man in the prime of life. He marveled over his strong legs, washboard stomach, abs of steel, and broad shoulders. Ken previous flabby arms again bulged with muscles and his love handles were nothing but a memory. He turned around, trying to catch a glimpse of his backside.
“Wow! I haven’t looked this good since I was a running back in college.” Turning back around, he thrusted his face towards the mirror. “No more double chin. No more crow’s feet. No more gray ha. . . .” Ken’s hands went straight to the top of his head.
“***** Rogain!”
Ken ran his fingers through his dark brown, slightly oily hair. It was somewhat longer than he usually wore it, but he didn’t care. He just continued running his fingers through the thick bush, which only yesterday looked like a paved road.
After a few minutes, he stopped messing with his hair and again took in his renewed appearance. Ken’s ego was becoming as big as the Underdog balloon at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, and he showed it by suddenly doing Mr. Universe poses.
“Damn, I looked . . . look good.” His private modeling session was abruptly interrupted by a voice from the other room.
“Ken? What’s all the noise and commotion in there?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmm.” Ken rubbed his chin. “I’ve gotta show Robin this.”
The bathroom door flung open with a whoosh. “Now presenting, for your entertainment, Chip ‘N’ Dale dancer, Ken, Sex Machine, Keller.” Ken jumped from the bathroom to Robin’s side of the bed and began shaking his booty.
Robin didn’t even raise her face out of the pillow. “You mean Chip Ahoy dancer, tubby.”
“Well, why don’t you come over here and take a bite out of this cookie?” Ken retorted, still strutting his stuff.
Robin slowly got up and turned around. “Look Ken, It’s too early in the morning to be putting up with . . .”
Robin and Ken’s jaws both hit the floor at the same time. “Holy shit!” They both yelled in stereo.
While Robin was shocked by the strapping young stud her middle age husband had become, Ken was equally stunned by what was in front of him. There in the bed, instead of the weather-worn visage he had grown accustomed to, was a stunning, voluptuous beauty barely in her twenties. Her graying hair which was previously filled with knots and split ends, was now a wavy mane of brown locks that cascaded down her back. The full-figure nightgown she had worn now hung on her trim figure. Almost all the fat had melted off her body, like a burning candle, during the night. Robin’s sagging breasts were now smaller and hung higher on her body, causing her large nipples to peak out over her dangling neckline. Ken estimated they were a quarter smaller than before. Her face was no longer harsh looking, but had a exuberant glow of youth. The liver spots and wrinkles had vanished from her toned arms and her legs had an athletic look about them. The deep lines of age that used to mark her face were replaced with the shine of smooth, supple skin. Robin looked exactly like she did when Ken and her first met.
“Ken?”
“Robin?”
They both shook their heads in unison.
“What happened to us?” Robin asked, still in shock.
“I don’t know. I woke up like this, and now I find you like that, and well . . . wow!” Ken’s eyes fell like Skylab to the area below Robin’s face. Blood immediately began relocating to other areas in Ken’s body.
Robin blushed slightly at Ken’s reaction. “Get a grip, girl.” Robin thought to herself. “You shouldn't be embarrassed by the sight of your boyfrie . . . husband’s erection.”
“You know, it’s not polite to point.” Robin quickly regained herself.
Ken moved toward Robin. “Oh, yeah! Is it polite to do this?” He placed a huge kiss on her lips.
Robin hesitated for a second, before surrendering to her husband’s soft caresses. They engulfed each other as previously dormant hormones coursed through their systems. They explored each other’s bodies like an episode of National Geographic. Ken’s 23 year old body felt like he hadn’t had sex since Sputnik was launched, and exploded shortly after Robin began touching him. Robin looked up at him with a worry look on her brow. Ken softly grabbed her chin. “Don’t worry, I have more comebacks in me than John Travolta. See.” Ken member was again hard enough to cut diamonds.
Ken and Robin made love for more than a hour, utilizing sexual positions that would turn Kama Sutra green. When Robin came for the fourth time, Ken collapsed on top of her in a sweaty haze. You could literally see steam coming off their bodies. Ken, using the last of his strength, lifted himself up and looked down at Robin. Her face looked younger that before, even covered with tresses of long, wet hair stuck to her forehead.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He gave her another long passionate kiss, then rolled off her. “Whew, I’m beat.”
Robin rolled on her side and just stared at Ken for a few minutes. Ken, still breathing hard, could feel Robin gazing at him and turned his head. “What?”
“I was just thinking.” Robin said, with a big satisfied smile on her face. “How lucky I am right now.”
Ken smiled backed.
“I just can’t wait till we graduate from college, get married, and start a family.” Robin wiped her long, sweaty hair from her brow. “I love you, Ken Keller.”
Ken expression went from unabashed happiness to total confusion. “Honey, we are married. Don’t you remember?” He asked, looking for some sign of reassurance.
“Stop, you big silly.” Robin lightly pushed his shoulder. “As if we’re married, I still have three years of college yet.”
“I’m serious! Don’t you remember anything about our marriage or our daugh . . .?” Ken face turned white. “Oh my god! Natalie!” Ken jumped up, bounded over Robin and ran out the bedroom door.
As he bolted down the hallway , Ken began to fear the worst. “My god, If Robin and I are this young, how young has Natalie gotten?” Opening her door, he quickly scanned the room for her. It was empty. There was no trace of her, with the exception of a pile of Robin’s clothes on the floor.
“Shit! She’s not here!” Ken stormed out of the room.
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“Who’s this Natalie? Are you seeing another girl?” Robin asked insecurely, as Ken came back into the room.
Ken grabbed a bathrobe out of the bathroom and began putting it on. “Look, I don’t has time for this petty jealousy. Something strange is going on around here. I’m going to call the police. You, go take a shower or something. I’ll explain everything when you get out.”
Robin got out of bed, without saying a word, and walked to the bathroom. As she passed Ken, she looked up at him with a worried look.
“I promise, I’ll explain everything.” He bent down and kissed her. Robin seemed a couple inches shorter than he remembered , and almost kissed her on the nose instead of the mouth. Reassured, she skipped by him and closed the door.
Ken ran into the living room, grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He looked over at the clock on the end table. It read 8:35. “Come on, somebody pick up!”
The knob to the hotel room door suddenly began turning.
“Yes. I’d like to report a missing child. Yeah, I’ll hold.”
The hotel door swung open and in walked a woman with tears streaming down her face. Ken caught a glimpse of the strange lady out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around, wrapping the phone cord around his body.
“Excuse me?” He told the slightly overweight, middle-age woman in a bright blue dress. “Could you come back later and clean the room? I’m sort of in the middle of a family crisis right now. Hello? Hello? Damn, they put me on hold again!” Ken turned back around and barked at the receiver. The woman moved closer toward Ken. “Mister, can you help me find my daddy?” The lady asked in an old raspy voice that seemed to contradict her question.
Ken whole body froze instantly. He dropped the phone to the ground and spun around to see the crying woman looking right at him. Realization hit him like a freight train.
“Natalie?”
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Beach Bottle Boo-Boo Part 2
by Omnibus
All rights reserved by author.
This story is for 18 and over. Activate the V-Chip now.
PART TWO
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"Yes? Do I know you, Mister?" Natalie asked the young man.
Ken was completely dumbfounded by this new twist of events. There before him, instead of an adorable 8 year old girl, stood a harsh-looking, middle-age woman. Ken had to guess she looked to be at least in her mid-fifties. The blue dress she wore, sans belt, was form fitting, yet looked a tad loose. Gravity had caught up with her body and her impressive chest now hung impressively low. The woman's hair was long and stringy, with streaks of gray permeating the natural dark brown color. Her arms and neck sagged with soft, overstretched skin. Wrinkles outlined her forehead and face, making it almost impossible for Ken to see any trace of the Natalie he knew.
"Um, Mister?" Natalie asked the strange man staring at her.
Ken gradually came out of his initial shock enough to answer. "Natalie! It's me! Your father!" He said, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
"No way! You're way too young to be my daddy!" She stated back and proceeded looking around the room. "I want my Mommy and Daddy! The tears began to flow again.
"Natalie! Honey! It really is me! Daddy!" Ken repeated and spread his arms out. "Whatever made you get older, also made me get younger. Understand?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Honey. It's me."
Natalie ran into her father's open arms and nearly bowled him over in the process. As they hugged each other, it suddenly felt to Ken like he was hugging his grandma. He pulled away and looked at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Natalie began twirling her graying hair around her finger. "But I don't know what's happening to me? I keep getting older and older. At first I thought it was really cool cause I had boobies and could wear Mommy's clothes but now I just wanna be little again." Natalie took a deep breath and continued. "I didn't mean to leave but I was soooo hungry so I left to get something to eat and took Mom's purse and walked to McDonald's and got 2 Big Mac's and fries and I paid for it all by myself and then I met some cute boys who were my age when I was a younger grown-up and they took me to a party and everybody there was drinking and smoking and cussing and kissing so I drank a little which I liked and smoked a little which I didn't like and I drank some more cause it made me feel funny but a good kinda funny and I can't really remember what happened after that but I . . . "
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Time out!" Ken waved his hands in front of Natalie. "You're rambling, honey. You were talking so fast, I lost you after 'But I don't know'. Plus I really don't need to hear every detail about your night out at this point. I'm just glad you're back safe."
"Sorry." Natalie looked down and moved her foot in a circle. "So, what is happening to us?"
""I don't know." Ken began pacing the floor. "It has something to do with whatever happened yesterday, but I can't remember." Ken was now talking to himself more than Natalie. "Everything from yesterday, hell, everything from a couple years ago is a complete blur. I can feel the memories are there, I just can't get a focus on them. It's like trying to watch television through a shower door."
"Um, Daddy?" Natalie instinctively raised her hand, trying to interrupt her father. "I know what we did yesterday."
"I just need to concentra . . ." Ken's eyes got so wide, he made Marty Feldman look Japanese. "What? Natalie. Baby. You can remember what we did yesterday?"
Natalie shook her head up and down.
"How come you can remember and I can't?"
Natalie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I just do."
It suddenly occurred to Ken, that since he and Robin had regressed physically, it was only natural that their mental capacities would be affected as well. The younger they got, the more their memories and thought processes had to align with their changing ages. So at 23, Ken could remember, quite clearly, everything he did in his early twenties and high school years. On the other hand, he was a bit removed from his original 46 years of age, so he had difficulty processing those memories, although thankfully, he still had excess to them. It was as if his mind was a car radio. The farther he moved away from the radio/brain signal's point of origin, the harder it was to get the station/memories in clearly. This meant that the person's memories, perception and personality would eventually match whatever age they were at that given time. Natalie's memories and personality were untouched though, meaning the present is her reality like normal people. Ken's reality was that of when he was 23. One thing still puzzled him though. Why could he remember certain things that his wife could not, like their marriage together and their daughter, Natalie? They shared these moments together, so shouldn't they retain the same memories together? Unless, Ken's age had stabilized at 23, while Robin was still . . .
"Oops! I'm sorry, Kenny. I didn't know your grandma was here." Came a voice from behind Ken, interrupting his train of thought.
Ken turned around to see an exquisite beauty, in her late teens, wrapped only in a towel. Robin's wet, brown hair draped straight down her back. Long full legs stuck out of the bottom of the white towel, which barely covered her crotch. Robin had the towel tied around her chest which, while still quite full and bouncy, seemed a bit smaller with less defined cleavage. She still looked intoxicating though and Ken felt his impression of a compass coming on.
Robin's face blushed slightly and she giggled.
Suddenly, Natalie piped up behind Ken. "Mommy? Is that you? Did you get young just like Daddy?"
An annoyed look crossed Robin's face. "As if! I'm still in high school, though a lot of people tell me I look old enough to be in college. I mean, heck, I'm seventeen, not seventy." She smirked back at Natalie.
Natalie, confused by the response, kept quiet.
Robin leaned forward and whispered in Ken's ear. "Is your Grandma all right? I mean, has she got Alzheimers or something?"
"I wouldn't worry about her. She's just a little senile. Nothing serious. I'll discuss this misunderstanding with her later. Don't worry." Ken whispered back. He leaned downed to kiss her and almost kissed her on the bridge of the nose, instead of the lips. Robin's face glowed like a stop light in response, giving him a quick fondling through the bathrobe.
Robin stood on her toes and looked over Ken's shoulder at Natalie. "I'll leave you two alone to talk (or be committed), while I get changed." With that, she turned around and bounced down the hallway, out of sight.
It took a minute or two before Ken could turn around and face his daughter.
"Was that Mommy or not, Daddy? I'm so confused."
"You and me both, Pumpkin." Ken rubbed the corners of his eyes, then looked at the clock. It was ten after nine.
"Okay, Natalie, tell me exactly what happened yesterday."
"I'll try."
Natalie droned on for fifteen minutes about what the Keller family did the day before through her eyes. Nothing was ringing a bell or jarring any memories lose in Ken's head. Ken, in fact, was starting to get distracted and began wondering where the sport page of the newspaper was. When suddenly, he heard Natalie say the word beach.
"What about the beach?" Ken immediately questioned, as if it meant something to him.
"Well, I said, you, me and Mommy walked on the beach after dinner when something made you yell *****." Natalie's leathery face turned red. "Sorry. I didn't mean to cuss but that's what you said."
"That's okay. Continue."
"Anyway, I think you stepped on something and picked it up and I couldn't tell what it was because I was too far away and Mommy was talking to me and blocking my view. I don't know what it was but you looked at it awhile."
"Was it . . ." Ken strained to remember. ". . . a seashell? No! Wait! Was it a bottle?"
"I dunno. Maybe. Whatever it was you mustn't have liked it cause I saw you throw it back in the water and then you and Mommy started yelling at each other and I splashed you with water which I thought would be funny but you got mad and yelled and wished I'd grow up and then we came back to hotel room."
"Natalie, slow down a little, or I'll have to give you a speeding ticket." Ken mind was still trying to access all the information his daughter had told him. "You said I threw the bottle back in the ocean, then I wished you to grow up. Right?"
Natalie shook her head up and down.
"Now this morning, I find you like this. I know the bottle I found is the key to our problems, but how?" Ken desperately tried to recall the events of last night. Bits and pieces continued slipping through. "I believe . . . the bottle . . . had a note. Yes, that's it! The bottle contained a piece of paper that read . . . *****! What did that note say?" Ken sat down and closed his eyes. "Something about . . . I believe . . . wishes." Ken's eyes snapped open, as he sprang from the chair. "Oh my god! The bottle I found on the beach granted me 3 wishes!"
Natalie interjected. "And you wished me to be old on purpose? Why?" Natalie's eyes began to glaze over.
"Not old, honey, just more mature." Ken walked over to his daughter and comforted her.
"So the other wishes . . . sniff . . . were for you and Mommy . . . sniff . . . to be little like me?" Natalie wiped her nose with her flabby forearm.
"Not exactly." Memories started flooding back into Ken's consciousness at a fevered pitch. He was starting to feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger's character in 'Total Recall'. "You see, I wished . . . to be half my age, which puts me at about 23. Then, I believe, I wished your mother to be . . . half her age . . .wait, that's not right.. No, I just wished her to be younger. I gave no age limit. Just like when I wished you to grow . . .up!" Realization knocked the wind out of him like a kidney punch. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
"What?" Natalie got a little scared at her father's change in attitude. "What?"
Ken turned and noticed the last of Natalie's hair lose its brown pigment. At the same time, the age lines in her face and neck became more pronounced. Ken thought she must have aged 4 or 5 years since they began talking, making her a little over sixty now.
Ken did some quick math in his head. "Natalie, you're aging at, I'd say, about 4 years an hour and it looks like your mother is regressing, roughly, 2 years an hour." Ken paused a second to do some more figuring and glanced at the clock. "Okay, it's 9:40 now. I'd say at about five this afternoon, we are going to be in serious trouble."
"Why? What's going to happen?" Natalie was getting nervous.
"I'm not sure." Actually, Ken had a pretty good idea about what was in store for Natalie and Robin, but didn't want to say out loud. He really didn't need a panicked old woman running around, on top of all the other chaos going on. He grabbed Natalie's shoulder. "All I know is, we have to find that bottle before five."
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Ken stuck his head in the bedroom doorway. "Decent yet?"
His inquiry spooked Robin, who was going through one of the bottom dresser drawers. The young girl stood up with a sudden jolt, causing her towel, which was no longer tied tight around her narrowing form, to drop to the floor. Robin stood there in shock, buck naked, for a second or two. This, of course, was more than enough time for Ken to get an ample view of her still developing, or undeveloping, 16 year old body. Her womanly curves were slowly but surely, eroding away as her body did the backward dance through time. Ken could begin to see her ribs show through her skin. Robin's breasts were starting to ride higher on her body and had diminished to a healthy B cup. He noticed her nipples had changed color, from a dark maroon to a dusky pink hue. Ken couldn't help but stare at his teenage wife, and soon began turning his bathrobe into a pop tent.
Robin let out a high pitch scream, as she grabbed some blankets off the bed and wrapped them around her like a cocoon. Ken froze like a deer in headlights. He certainly was not expecting this kind of reaction from his wife, especially after she almost got him off in front of their daughter a few minutes before. A flying tennis shoe whizzing by his ear snapped him out of his delirium.
"Who are you? Where am I? What have you done with my clothes? Where are my parents?" Robin had the other shoe in her hand, ready to strike. "If you come near me, I swear to god, I'll scream again!"
Ken couldn't believe what he was hearing. Robin had regressed so far back, physically and mentally, that she didn't remember who he was. This was going to be a problem. Ken had to think quick, which wasn't easy for someone whose memories were bouncing around his head like lotto balls.
Ken vaguely remembered an uncle named Jerry, Robin used to have. Robin told him once that she used to spend some summers at her uncle's place in Charlotte, North Carolina. He had seen a few pictures of Uncle Jerry, but had never actually met him. He died in a boating accident at the age of 33, about two years after he and Robin met. While not a carbon copy of Uncle Jerry, Ken thought he was close enough. (About as close as Anthony Hopkins looked like Richard Nixon). Besides, he really couldn't think of any other options at this point. So the charade began.
"It's me, Dumb-Dumb! Uncle Jerry! I know it's been awhile, you living in . . . Ohio and everything, but I can't believe you don't recognize me." He slowly moved toward her.
"Uncle Jerry?"
"Who else would it be?"
Fortunately for Ken, Robin's perceptions were almost as messed up as her fluctuating memories. She began to recall her (recent) past with her uncle, which suddenly confused her. Robin remembered her uncle looking quite different than the figure presently in front of her. This conflict of current perception and past recollection was causing some anxiety in her. Yet, the man in front of her exhibited a familiarity about him she just couldn't pinpoint. Robin felt like she had a bond with this man, and these feelings surrounded her like a warm blanket. Finally, the fleeting memories of her husband merged with oncoming memories of her uncle, and morphed into a reality her mind could accept. With this realization, Robin ran over to Ken and gave him a big hug.
"Oh, Uncle Jerry. I'm so sorry I threw that shoe at you, but you scared the willies out of me." She began leading Ken over to the dresser. "I mean, this whole morning been a nightmare."
Ken rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it."
"What?"
"Um, I said why don't you tell me about it." Ken did a high-five in his head and thought "Good save!".
"I dunno. I feel like a total airhead today. I can't seem to remember anything this morning. Heck, I don't even remember taking a shower this morning. Look at this hair, it's a mess." Robin threw her long, soft hair in Ken's face. The intoxicating smell of her hair almost caused Ken's pupils to disappear into his head. "That, and I must have gone to the bathroom at least six times in the past hour. It's like my bladder is shrinking or infected or something. What do you think is wrong with me?" Natalie looked up at him with concerned eyes.
"I wouldn't worry about it." Ken patted her on the shoulder. "You're a growing girl and you have to expect these changes. As for the bladder problem, I believe you just drank too many colas last night. Now get dressed and I'll meet you . . ."
"That's another problem." Robin interrupted. "I can't seem to locate my clothes." She looked around the room, then shrugged her shoulders. "The only clothes I could find were yours and Aunt Lorraine's. Where is Aunt Lorraine anyway?"
"She's out . . . shopping."
"Oh. So where are my clothes?"
"Think! Think! Think! Think!" Ken thought to himself. "Well you see, when you flew in yesterday, the airline put your bags on the wrong plane. So all the stuff you packed got lost. That's why Aunt Lorraine went out shopping. She wanted to surprise you with new clothes when you got up." Ken thought that sounded plausible.
"So, that means I'll just wear what I had on yesterday." Robin began looking for her clothes again with earnest.
"NO! I mean, no you can't. You got them all wet and dirty on the beach last night. I'm sure I can find something." With that, Ken went into the bathroom and closed the door.
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At the bathroom sink, Ken splashed handfuls of water on his face. He looked at his reflection, as water dripped down his unshaven mug. He still couldn't believe this was all really happening to him. It all felt like some big celestial Candid Camera prank. He halfheartedly expected god to show up in a tacky sweater, looking like Alan Funt, and saying "We thought it would be funny . . .".
"Well, enough self pity for now." He said to himself, as he shut the water off.
It was then that he noticed four yellowish-white objects laying in the sink. He picked one up and examined it. The hard, glossy mass appeared to be . . . a tooth. A wisdom tooth, to be exact.
"Man, I really need to find that bottle. And I've got . . ." Ken looked at the clock, which registered 10:05. ". . . about seven hours to do it in. But first, I've got to find an outfit for Robin. Ahhhhhhhhh." He exclaimed, grabbing Robin's black one-piece off the shower head. "Perfect!"
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Ken walked back into the bedroom and noticed Robin, still somewhat covered with a blanket, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. She looked smaller than a few minutes ago. Ken figured she must be in the middle of a reverse growth spurt. Robin's face looked more innocent with each passing second. Her nose was beginning to look upturned and her cheeks a little rounder. Pimples were forming across her shiny complexion. Robin was now fifteen, and Ken still felt sexual feelings toward her. Fortunately, the theme song to the 1962 film 'Lolita' kept playing in his head, quenching his lust for her.
"Well?" Robin piped up.
"Ta-da! He held up the bathing suit. "I found one of your . . . err . . .Aunt's swimsuits for you to wear."
"Yeah right! That thing is huge. I'll be swimming in that more than the ocean."
"Well, wait till I'm done with it, Robin. You'll see."
With that, Ken went to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of scissors. He proceeded to cut the one-piece in half, just above the waist line. Ken threw the top half at Robin. He then opened up a dresser drawer and grabbed his pocket knife. Using the knife, he poked holes in the waistband. When finished, Ken got a black magic marker from his briefcase and took a white shoelace from one of his tennis shoes. He blackened the shoelace and weaved it in and out of the holes he made in the swimsuit bottom. Ken then threw the garment to Robin.
"There you go. Just call me McGyver."
'We'll see." Robin took the makeshift outfit to the bathroom, dragging the bed sheet behind her. On the way, she murmured. "Who's McGyver?"
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While waiting for Robin to change, Ken decided to get dressed himself. He found a pair of blue sweatpants and cut the legs off, just above the knees. With a black T-shirt, that was a little baggy, and a pair of sandals, Ken was ready for the beach.
Just as Ken was getting his other sandal on, the bathroom door opened. Robin came out and posed the outfit for Ken. "Well?"
There in front of Ken stood his blossoming teenage wife, now at the crossroads of childhood and adulthood. The black tank top hung precociously on her budding breasts, causing the bottom of the shirt to stick out an inch or two from her stomach. Robin's stomach was quite visible, as the bottom of her shirt dangled a couple of inches above her navel. The bottom piece was draped over her hips and tied tight by the shoelace, in a bow, on her side. Her legs were fully visible and were now looking more on the skinny side. In fact, her whole body was looking on the skinny side. Ken just sat there and stared.
"Well?" Robin repeated.
"Oh, you look lovely, but something's missing." Ken walked to the dresser and pulled out a piece of silky material. "Here we go!"
Ken handed Robin a black pareo with yellow and red flowers on it.. As she tied it around her waist, Ken noticed, very subtly, the bathing suit bottom slowly sliding down her shrinking hips. He could also see Robin's ass deflate slightly, causing the back of the outfit to sag a little. The pareo covered these problem areas quite nicely though. Though Ken had detected that Robin had shrunk another two inches in height, making her about 4' 11" tall at this point. As the fourteen year old finished tying the pareo, Ken could literally see Robin's height diminish a quarter of an inch. The change was almost as imperceptible as watching the movement of a clock's minute hand, but it was there.
"Well, it looks like we're ready. Let's hit the beach." Robin said, as she bounced out the bedroom door.
Ken picked up a pair of Robin's flip-flops and quickly trailed behind her.
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Before heading into the living room, Ken made a quick stop in Natalie's room. He picked up one of her pink bathing suits and a pair of sandals. It was 10:45 when he entered the living room. Robin was talking to Natalie as if she was her Grandma Kelly, and in her mind, that's who she was. Natalie, thankfully, was confused by her weird talking mother and didn't say too much in response. Ken decided to break in.
"Okay you two, off to the beach!" Ken grabbed both their arms and headed toward the door.
Robin broke off Ken's hold and bolted to door. "Race yah!" A second later she was running down the hotel hallway.
As Ken and Natalie reached the doorway, Natalie spoke up. "Daddy! Mommy thinks I'm Grandma Kelly. Why?"
"Well, actually we're all playing a game of pretend right now. Your Grandma Kelly, I'm Uncle Jerry, and Mom is Robin." Ken, at this point, wasn't quite sure if they were really pretending or not.
"That sounds fun, though I am getting a little tired."
"You can rest when we get to the beach. Okay, Honey? But right now, we've got to find that bottle." With that, Ken shut the door behind them and chased down the hallway after Robin.
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Beach Bottle Boo-Boo Part 3
By Omnibus
All rights reserved
Due to its adult content and multi-syllable words, over 18 please.
PART 3
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Yes? Do I know you, Mister?" Natalie asked the young man.
Ken was completely dumbfounded by this new twist of events. There before him, instead of an adorable 8 year old girl, stood a harsh-looking, middle-age woman. Ken had to guess she looked to be at least in her mid-fifties. The blue dress she wore, sans belt, was form fitting, yet looked a tad loose. Gravity had caught up with her body and her impressive chest now hung impressively low. The woman's hair was long and stringy, with streaks of gray permeating the natural dark brown color. Her arms and neck sagged with soft, overstretched skin. Wrinkles outlined her forehead and face, making it almost impossible for Ken to see any trace of the Natalie he knew.
Um, Mister?" Natalie asked the strange man staring at her.
Ken gradually came out of his initial shock enough to answer. Natalie! It's me! Your father!" He said, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
No way! You're way too young to be my daddy!" She stated back and proceeded looking around the room. I want my Mommy and Daddy! The tears began to flow again.
Natalie! Honey! It really is me! Daddy!" Ken repeated and spread his arms out. Whatever made you get older, also made me get younger. Understand?"
Daddy?"
Yes, Honey. It's me."
Natalie ran into her father's open arms and nearly bowled him over in the process. As they hugged each other, it suddenly felt to Ken like he was hugging his grandma. He pulled away and looked at her. Are you okay?"
Yeah, I guess so." Natalie began twirling her graying hair around her finger. But I don't know what's happening to me? I keep getting older and older. At first I thought it was really cool cause I had boobies and could wear Mommy's clothes but now I just wanna be little again." Natalie took a deep breath and continued. I didn't mean to leave but I was soooo hungry so I left to get something to eat and took Mom's purse and walked to McDonald's and got 2 Big Mac's and fries and I paid for it all by myself and then I met some cute boys who were my age when I was a younger grown-up and they took me to a party and everybody there was drinking and smoking and cussing and kissing so I drank a little which I liked and smoked a little which I didn't like and I drank some more cause it made me feel funny but a good kinda funny and I can't really remember what happened after that but I . . .
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Time out!" Ken waved his hands in front of Natalie. You're rambling, honey. You were talking so fast, I lost you after 'But I don't know'. Plus I really don't need to hear every detail about your night out at this point. I'm just glad you're back safe."
Sorry." Natalie looked down and moved her foot in a circle. So, what is happening to us?"
"I don't know." Ken began pacing the floor. It has something to do with whatever happened yesterday, but I can't remember." Ken was now talking to himself more than Natalie. Everything from yesterday, hell, everything from a couple years ago is a complete blur. I can feel the memories are there, I just can't get a focus on them. It's like trying to watch television through a shower door."
Um, Daddy?" Natalie instinctively raised her hand, trying to interrupt her father. I know what we did yesterday."
I just need to concentra . . ." Ken's eyes got so wide, he made Marty Feldman look Japanese. What? Natalie. Baby. You can remember what we did yesterday?"
Natalie shook her head up and down.
How come you can remember and I can't?"
Natalie shrugged her shoulders. I don't know. I just do."
It suddenly occurred to Ken, that since he and Robin had regressed physically, it was only natural that their mental capacities would be affected as well. The younger they got, the more their memories and thought processes had to align with their changing ages. So at 23, Ken could remember, quite clearly, everything he did in his early twenties and high school years. On the other hand, he was a bit removed from his original 46 years of age, so he had difficulty processing those memories, although thankfully, he still had excess to them. It was as if his mind was a car radio. The farther he moved away from the radio/brain signal's point of origin, the harder it was to get the station/memories in clearly. This meant that the person's memories, perception and personality would eventually match whatever ag