Part 10 Areg5
As Bill stepped in the room his mind was racing a mile a minute. How many times do you get offered your dreams? Wow, he had so many, which was the best one? He could be a young man again...he could be a college student! College was such a blast. He couldn't remember all the hard work and study as much as the parties and girls! He could remember when he would fantasize about becoming a very young boy, how when he and Marcia would make love he would pretend he was getting younger and younger, and he would call her mommy and nurse from her breast. He could remember when he was a boy putting on his sister's clothing to see what he would look like as a girl. Now, anything he wanted was within his grasp, if he could believe the overly happy proprietor of this strange place.
But wait, he had to stay focused. He came here for a reason. He wanted to relate to his wife, now a 19 year old girl. She was so hot! So sexy! That brief moment when she forgot herself and really kissed him...it made him hard just thinking about it. But then she began to change on the inside, and as she truly became 19 years old he must have looked like an old lecher to her. And she really didn't seem like his wife, it was like he had three daughters instead of two. She was his big girl, and although he was hot for her it felt wrong, almost incestuous, to have feelings like that towards his own "daughter."
Now he had a chance to make it right. If he was younger, she wouldn't be his daughter anymore, and they could fall in love again all over again. Bill was sure they would. But what if she still thought he was too much of a horn meister? He had to make sure that she wouldn't be put off by what she considered to be some pushy older guy. She had to feel totally comfortable and non-threatened by him. So, he would become younger, until he would be a year younger than Marcia was now. They enroll in the same college, she would graduate a year before he did. He would be a college freshman again, that would be perfect.
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Jennifer pulled Marci into her room, with Kayla following behind. "I can't believe that you're so young now Marci! It's so kewl! Do you think you'll get any younger," Kayla asked hopefully.
"You two are insane! How did I get such weird sisters," Marci asked incredulously. "Look shrimp, I'm like 14 years old. I just had a birthday, remember? And like people don't get younger, that's stupid. I mean like you're just as bad as Jenni, who's like convinced I was her big sister yesterday and like before that I was her mother! You guys need a chill pill!"
"But...but you were our big sister yesterday. That's weird that you don't remember," Kayla said.
"Yesterday you were like 19 years old and hitting on Peter!" Jennifer exclaimed.
"I remember talking to Peter...he's so cute! Maybe...since you broke up with him and all...but, I bet he would just think I was a silly little girl...he's cute but he's too old for me, at least I bet HE would think that," Marci said dreamily, a little kid with a crush on her big sister's boyfriend.
"Ok Marci, I guess you're right. You weren't any older yesterday than you are now. I was wrong. But we have to get dressed, and then we have to find that shop. Remember I borrowed your underwear? Here, you can have them back," Jennifer said, handing Marci the lace Victoria's Secret Bra. She was still wearing the panties under her nightshirt and took them off, offering them to Marci as well.
"Ewwwww! Like I don't want your used panties!" Marci said, disgusted.
"Oh, you're right. Hold on, I'll get another pair," She said. She went into her mother's room and got a clean pair of similar panties and gave them to Marci. "Here ya go, squirt," she said.
"Thank YOU," Marci said sarcastically. She did, after all, recognize her own clothing. And she did sometimes share with her sister. She took off the huge nightshirt, exposing her small breasts. She pulled down her cotton panties. Fully naked, Jennifer saw how skinny and under-developed her little sister really was. She must have been a little bit of a late bloomer. Kayla was next to her, only a few inches shorter, and Jennifer was taller than her one time mother now by half a head...yesterday they were the same height. She watched, amused, as Marci pulled up her sexy panties, which sort of hung on her now much smaller hips, just barely staying up. She put on the lace bra which was huge on her small chest...would she even fill an A-cup now, Jennifer wondered. Marci for all the world looked like a young girl in her mother's underwear.
Marci looked down at the nearly empty cups of her bra and her baggy panties. She checked herself in the mirror. Now she was totally confused. She remembered wearing these clothes all the time, somehow. But that couldn't be right. Look how they fit! She thought she looked ridiculous. "Very funny Jenni!" she exclaimed. "Ha ha. I bet your think you're sooooo cool making fun of me and giving me mommy's underwear," she said, truly insulted now. Her sister could be really mean sometimes! Jennifer took off her night shirt and walked over to Marci, looking down at her and smiling.
"I was just playing with you, sis," she said, reaching around the younger girl and undoing the clasp of the much too big bra. She slid it off of her sister. "I don't think this will fit you for a few years Marci, may I wear it," Jennifer asked, putting it on. "And little girls don't wear panties like that, do they Kayla?" she asked.
"Well I know that I don't, so why should she," Kayla responded with a smile.
"I am NOT a little girl!" Marci said in a huff, then turning to face Kayla. "At LEAST I have boobies, shrimp!"
Kayla laughed, wondering how long THAT would last. "I'm just teasing you,"she said.
"You two are always ganging up on me. I'll tell daddy if you don't stop," Marci said. She took off her panties and threw them at Jennifer. "Um...Jenni? I...uh...can't remember where my clothes are. Can I uh...borrow some of yours?" she asked her big sister meekly.
"I don't know if anything I have would fit you that good. Maybe I have some older stuff in the back of my closet..." she said.
"I know, you can wear some of my things! You're not much bigger than I am," Kayla said happily. She pulled her big sister into her room across the hall. Kayla's room looked much different than Jennifer's. Her canopy bed was still unmade from the night before. She had posters of boy bands and Britney on the wall. Her stuffed animals sat in the corner, and her Barbie dolls (which she still played with when no one was around) sat on a shelf. Marci felt very comfortable in Kayla's room, more so than in her big sister's. Kayla opened the top drawer of her dresser and took out a pink pair of panties and a training vest. She handed them to Marci.
"You MUST be kidding me," Marci said.
"They may be a little tight but they're better than nothing," Kayla responded. Marci reluctantly put them on. They were a matching set, and had a little Barbie logo in the corner. The panties were tight, but they fit her small frame. The training vest was really tight. She needed a real bra but Jennifer was way bigger than her, so it was this or nothing. She put it on and Kayla stared, amazed. The vest flattened her out almost to nothing. The effect made Marci look like she was even younger, maybe 11 or 12.
"Geez I hope I don't see any of the kids from school looking like this," Marci said, looking at her (little?) sister. Marci knew she just turned 14 but she felt like a little girl. For a brief moment, even younger than Kayla. But it passed. Kayla gave her a pair of jeans and a pink tee-shirt with a heart on it. Then Kayla got dressed and they met Jennifer downstairs. Jennifer was wearing denim cutoff's and the same sleeveless white tee that her "mother" had worn to work the day before. She got her bag and car keys, and looked at her little sisters. She too noticed that dressed like she was, Marci and Kayla looked to be about the same age
"Ok, you kids ready to go?" she asked the girls.
"Where are we going again," Marci asked. She felt very small now, especially around her big sister.
"We're going to find this little shop I heard about, remember? Maybe that's where dad went. I'll bet he had the same idea. Come on you two, lets go," she said. And they all went out to the car.
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Bill stood in the room for a while not knowing exactly what to expect. That old coot must have been crazy! Right, he sells dreams! What a crock. Still, was he beginning to feel sort of...well...different? He had to admit he was. Looking down at his hands, he thought they looked, well...younger. He felt his face. No stubble, but then again he did shave that morning. Was it his imagination, or did everything seem just a little bit bigger to him? Nah. Couldn't be. But maybe he was a little shorter when he was 17 or 18. His clothes now hung on him. They were much too big. Of course he had put on weight as he got older. In the corner of the room he saw a stool with clothing neatly folded on it. Jeans, a plain blue tee-shirt, boxers, socks, sneakers...everything! That was convinient! He undressed and put the stuff on, not even checking the size but figuring what with all of the magical things going on it should fit. And the clothes did fit, perfectly. Too bad there wasn't a mirror in the room.
Meanwhile, the three girls drove on looking for the shop. Marci was absolutely no help, and had forgotten most of the details about where the place was or what it even looked like. Jennifer had to go by her recollection of what marci had told her the day before. Finally, they saw a small place that sort of fit the description...and their father's car was parked out front.
"This must be it," Jennifer exclaimed.
"Look, daddy's car!" Kayla added. "He came here too!
"I knew it," said Jennifer as she pulled into the lot. The three girls went inside and were greeted by the shopkeeper.
"Well, girls, what can I do for you on this fine day," he asked, friendly as ever.
"My little sister thinks she came here the other day, don't you Marci," Jennifer said.
"Sorta," Marci said very uncertainly.
"And so she did, so she did," the man said, looking down at Marci.
"Well, can you change her back to her real age?" Jennifer said hopefully.
"That would be impossible. Sorry, no refunds," he said, thus deflating Jennifer's hopes.
"Um...did our father come here? We saw his car out front," Kayla asked.
"Is Bill your father," the man asked, a gleam in his eye. Just then the door in the back room opened and a boy came into the room. "Here he is now," he said.
Bill saw his daughters with unease. He looked at Jennifer...wow, she was a hottie! She was so tall, a few inches taller than him! He stared at her breasts, mezmirized. He felt really tongue-tied. "Um...h....hi," he managed to get out.
"Jennifer walked over to Bill, and looked down at him in shock. "Daddy?! Is that you?" she gasped.
"Uh...yeah, what do you think? Pretty kewl, huh? I wanted to be closer to Marci's age," he said. But something felt wrong. Marci was 19, right? And he wanted to be a little younger than her...hmmm...but right now, he only had eyes for Jennifer. She was a knockout! He didn't even notice the two younger girls with her.
"We better get you home Billy. Come on kids, lets go," Jennifer said, leading them from the shop.
"Thank you, come again," the cheerful storekeeper called after them.
Billy went out to the car and went around to the driver's side. "Uh, maybe I better drive Billy," Jennifer said.
"Koo," Billy said, and went around to the passenger side of the car.
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To be continued