Back to Babysitter - part 2 by Chronos

submitted by Chronos - Mar 31, 2002

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When Jim awoke the next morning, Jenna was already up. He could hear her moving around downstairs. "Was it a dream?" he wondered -- until he saw her panties and bra lying on the floor. Jenna was dressed back in Jim's shirt and eating a bowl of cereal. She didn't look like she's gotten any younger.

"We might have a small problem," was the first thing she said to him. "Look what happens when I wish to be my right age again."

She shook the eight ball and turned it over. In the dark window appeared ..... ASK AGAIN LATER.

"I guess I'm a kid for a while longer," she shrugged.

"What do we do?" Jim asked, starting to panic.

"First, I'm going to have some clothes. Since you don't have a sister, and I'm too small to fit in what I've brought, you're going to have to go and buy me some things to where until we can figure out how to reverse what's happened to me. Here's a list of what I need, and the sizes I think I take now. Take your bike to the Wal-mart. I can't run around in a shirt all day -- I've got no underwear and my fanny's cold!"

The two youngsters went out the backdoor to the garage, slamming the door. The thump started the eight-ball rolling which fell to the floor next to swim team fund raiser stuff. After Jim left on his bike for the store, Jenna tried straightening up the house. Everything was so much bigger to her now. She'd lost nearly six inches in height. She felt small and awkward. As she was cleaning up, the front bell rang. In a panic, she ran behind the door.

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Mrs. Chambers told me to stop and pick up a box of junk for the swim team's flea market sale this afternoon. It's supposed to be in the kitchen."

"Okay," Jenna called. "Wait a second and let yourself in. I'm not dressed."

Quickly running upstairs, Jenna heard the front door open and someone come in.

The young man entered the kitchen and picked up the open box. He noticed the eight-ball lying next to it and picked it up and threw it in the box as well. Letting himself back out, he called out a thank you and left.

Jenna came back down and tried to study a little while waiting for Jim to return. "I may be thirteen now, but I still have a test on Monday."

After an hour or so, she was getting impatient waiting for Jim. "Where is he?" she fumed, not thinking that a fourteen year old boy might have a little trouble buying panties, a bra, and other clothes for a girl. She was thirsty, and she picked up her glass of water that was still on the table from last night. "Uh, oh, girl," she thought. "That glass of water's what got you into this in the first place." Carrying the glass to the kitchen, she set it on the counter and looked around for the eight ball, thinking to give it another try. That's when she noticed it wasn't there.

"Don't panic," she thought. "It's here somewhere."

She searched the kitchen, the living room, the rec. room and Jim's room, but it was nowhere to be found.

Jenna was panicking. "I've got to find that thing or I could be stuck like this."

Dazed and nearly panicked, she went to the couch and sat down, drawing her legs up underneath her. Her hands were lost inside of the shirt. Pulling it back, she picked up her bra and looked at it. Holding it against her boobs, she realized if they couldn't find the eight-ball, it'd be years before she would be wearing adult clothes again. Almost unbidden, tears started to form in her eyes. Then slowly, softly, she began to cry. First she cried like Jenna would, but slowly, as the thought of what actually had happened to her sank in, she began to cry harder. The more she cried, the harder she cried, and her crying was like a child's.

She released that she had to get a hold of herself. She stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes with the shirt sleeve. She got up and felt thirsty after crying and still upset she went to the kitchen and seeing the glass on the counter, drained it with a gulp before she realized what she had done.

Just then she heard Jim returning through the garage. She dashed to the door to meet him.

"Jim, tell me you have eight ball? I can't find it anywhere!" She said.

"No, I don't have it, but it must be around here. I got you some clothes. Here." He said and handed her the bag.

"There's something else. I was .... upset, and was crying. Then I .... I drank some more water from the glass I used last night," She confessed sheepishly.

"You drank som....." He suddenly realized what that may mean. "Well, let's hope that it doesn't have the same effect today. How much did you drink?"

"The rest of the glass, about half," she sighed.

"Jesus, Jenna, last night, half a glass took off ten years ..." He stopped mid sentence as he noticed that she was starting to look different again. Freckles had sprouted across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. She noticed his stare.

"I'm getting younger again aren't I?" She said softly. Jim just nodded his head.

Jenna went to the nearest mirror. "Please don't get any younger, please don't get any...." She stammered as she watch the girl in the mirror slowly become twelve. Jim's shirt was huge on her and she was able to simply slip out of it at the neck without unbuttoning it.

"O, nooooo..." She moaned as she looked at her chest. He breasts were little more the large bumps. "We've gotta find that eight ball."

Jim looked around and realized the box of junk was missing.

"What happened to box that was here. The stuff for the swim team sale.

"Some guy came and got it," she said, her voice sounding more child like.

"He probably saw it on the table and figured it was part of the stuff to sell. That sale starts in forty-five minutes. We've got to get over to the school. All I've got is my bike, so we've got to hurry"

Jenna dressed in the clothes Jim had bought. They were already too big, but fit reasonably well and they both climbed onto his bike, Jenna sat on the seat and Jim stood. He rode off toward the school. Jim went as fast as he could with two people on the bike. He looked back at Jenna often, she was still getting younger. Halfway there she looked no more that nine and the clothes were getting loose on her.

"Hang in there Jenna," he said.

"I'm getting too small to sit on the seat and hold on to you. Hurry," she said

By the time they reached the school Jenna was six. She had to hold onto the clothes to keep them from falling off. He helped her off the bike.

"Stay here I'll be right back," he said.

"Hurry, Jim! My mind is starting change, too. I'm starting to have trouble thinking like an adult."

The sale had just started, and there weren't too many people they yet. The items had all been laid out on long tables and in categories, but he was faced with other problem. He found a table where there were four eight ball on it. Which one was the right one? He decided he had to get them all. They were marked at $1.00 and after getting Jenna's clothes he only had $5.00 left, just enough. He bought them all.

Back the bike, Jenna was slipping further back. People were starting to arrive for the fund raiser and she was afraid that in her present state, barely four now, some parent would take her for lost or abandon child and hauled her off to the police station. She tottered over to a bush and sat down out of sight.

She looked at her hands. They were getting pudgy and her fingers shorter. Her hair was now a mass of tight strawberry blond curls close to her head. She tried to think of her up coming test, but she couldn't remember the subject or even where the college was exactly.

Jim returned to bike, but no Jenna!

"Jenna! Jenna!?" he called, with no answer. Then he heard a gurgle from a nearby bush. He found Jenna she was no more than a year now. She looked up at him and held out her short arms and pudgy hands. He picked her up and wondered how he was going to get her back home.

"Jenna! Jenna! Can you understand me?"

Jenna, looked at him and smiled, but it was the smile of a baby, not the girl he'd lost his virginity with last night. Noticing several empty boxes, he picked up one large enough to fit Jenna and the eight-balls in and, leaving his bike at the school, began the walk home. He looked down on his babysitter as she cooed and gurgled happily in the box occasionally and alternately sucking her thumb or big toe. After what seemed like an eternity, he got Jenna back to his house.

Jim was at a complete loss. He didn't know what to do with a baby. Jenna had started crying. He assumed she was hungry. But what do you feed a baby?

He picked up the first of the eight balls and wished for Jenna to get older again. The message came up ..... ANSWER UNKNOWN.

Dropping that one, he picked up another eight ball, and made the same wish. But Jenna remained and infant, in fact, she was still getting younger. She fell forward on her round belly and seemed unable to even get up on her knees.

Jim wished again, but Jenna regressed even further. "At this rate, she'll disappear in a few moments."

 

Picking up the third ball, he was elated when the message said ..... YOUR WISH IS GRANTED. But when he looked at Jenna, she was nothing but a tiny newborn. In a panic, he took the fourth and final ball and shouted, "Make Jenna my babysitter, again."

In the dark window of the ball, an answer appeared ...... YOUR WISH IS GRANTED.

When Jim turned, Jenna had begun to grow again. She was nearly a year, then 18 month, then two. At three, she began to recognize him. At six, she climbed off the counter, and pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Crossing over to Jim's shirt, she picked it up and put it on. She was eight, nine, ten, twelve, Her breasts began to sprout, and Jim knew everything was going to be okay.

Fourteen, fifteen, seventeen, twenty, twenty-two then stopping at twenty-three. Jim's shirt was now too small on Jenna and she burst out of it. Jim couldn't get over her beauty, her flawless skin, the soft tuft of her pubic hair, the swell of her ample breasts. Perhaps, self-consciously, Jenna covered herself as best as she could.

"I'd better get dressed," she said quietly, going upstairs. When she came down twenty minutes, the old Jenna was back.

"Jim, I don't know what happened last night, but that was last night and today's today, and we've got to put this behind us, okay? I promise this will make sense to you years from now and you'll understand."

"Okay, Jenna," Jim said, his heart breaking.

The rest of that day and the next, Jim and Jenna, by silent and mutual agreement, left each other alone. Mrs. Chambers came home at six that evening, and Jenna packed her things to leave.

Jim walked Jenna to her car.

"Goodbye, Jim. I don't think I'll be seeing you anymore. I'm confused about what's happened to me this weekend, and I can't let myself have feeling for a boy like you."

"Then make yourself young again, Jenna. I love you, please don't leave me."

"I can't Jim, I have a life, and I don't want to be a kid again. It's fun for an evening, but I like being an adult. You will too someday, you'll see. In a year or two, you'll forget all about me."

She open her door, stopped and kissed Jim lightly on the cheek. She got in the car, turned it on and rolled down her window.

"Goodbye, Jim," she said, and drove off. Jim never saw her again. And the eight ball stopped granting wishes, although Jim tried it every so often.

Years passed and Jim finished high school and college. He graduated with a degree in systems management and moved to California. Unlike she had predicted, Jim had never had forgotten nor gotten over Jenna. He dated, even had a few affairs, but never felt an attraction to a woman like that he felt when he was fourteen.

One day, on this twenty-eight birthday, he was seated on a park bench at lunch when an older woman, dressed in business attire sat next to him. He nodded politely to her, and she to him. He continued his stare, but his thoughts were interrupted when the woman said, "Have I changed that much Jim?"

Jim turned and looked at the woman, sure enough .......JENNA!

"Jenna .... how? Why?"

Jenna put her fingers to his lips and said, "Ssshhhh!"

"How are you, you look great, Jenna! Just like I remember you."

"Jim, you liar, I'm nearly forty and I know it. How have you been doing? Married?"

"No, Jenna, I never met a girl that really made me want to settle down. How about you?"

"I tried it a year or so after I met you -- it didn't work. Tried it again, but that didn't work either."

"I kept looking for a guy like you Jim, never found one."

"Jenna, you know I still love you, I always have. How about us?"

"We still have the same problem Jim, I'm ten years older than you are."

"So? It doesn't matter to me."

"Yes, but it does to me."

Jim looked down dejectedly, he'd found his true love, but she still didn't want him.

"Jim, I've been very successful, invested well, and I have quite a nest egg. I'll be okay for years. In fact, I've just quit my job and bought a ranch in Wyoming. I'll be moving there and starting over in a week. Would you care to join me?"

Jim jumped up and looked at her. "I thought you wouldn't have me."

"You're right, I won't have you as we are, but I would with a little change."

Picking up her bag, she removed a small thermos, opening it she put it to her lips and drank down the contents. The effects were almost instantaneous. Her features immediately began to youthen as she slipped swiftly and irrevocably younger. In a few moments Jenna was thirty again, then twenty eight, twenty-seven, then stopping at twenty-five.

"Oops," she said as she restoppered the bottle. I still can't judge it right. I was shooting for twenty-eight. Oh well, I always did like older men."

Jim and Jenna were married that day and moved to Wyoming. It's said they have two children and another on the way. Some things are worth waiting for, I guess. At least, for Jim they were.

The End