"Concentrate on making all of those freshmen kids into doddering old fogies!" Mackenzie says with a laugh.
I feel her hand gripping my shoulder and I don't want to let her down.
"Okay!" I say shoring up my confidence and trying to concentrate on aging the gym class. I can picture each of them growing and gaining wrinkles and grey hairs but when I open my eyes - nothing.
"All right, first attempt failed. Let's try-" Mackenzie begins to say reaching her hand toward me.
"Don't pinch me!" I yell defensively, pushing her hand away.
"Okay, do you have a better suggestion?" She asked.
"Hmmm okay so yeah my powers work when i'm stressed but they also work when i'm like super relax... like REALLY relaxed." I say, thinking back to a time at home in my bathtub when my powers went off without me realizing it.
Mackenzie smirks at me. "I'm NOT giving you a hanjo on the bleachers in our school gym." She states flatly.
"No no!" I quickly say, though thinking it would have been awesome if that's what she had offered to do. "I have a clear idea of what we want my powers to do. Now I just need to concentrate and maybe... you could massage my neck?" I ask sheepishly.
She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and then giggles. "Sure! It's worth a shot."
I reach down and put on my headphones quickly picking out a song I thought would set the mood. The 80s ballad
Forever Young by the German Synth-Pop band Alphaville comes on and I can almost feel the tingling of my powers starting to work.
I close my eyes and feel Mackenzies soft hands on my neck and shoulder as I concentrate on the freshman.
I hear Mackenzie gasp. "It's working!" She says excitedly.
When the song ends I open my eyes to see that there was now ten 50 year olds in ill-fitting gym outfits struggling through their routines. I was shooting for elderly but I guess my powers had made these kids old enough to have been Freshmen when the song Forever Young originally came out in 1984.
The geeky brunette girl probably looked the best for her age, thin and shapely still with a lightly wrinkled face under her glasses. I got the sense that she was a woman who had really blossomed in college, unfortunately for her those days now looked to be a few decades in the past as her brown hair began to sprinkle with grey and her pokemon shirt looked silly on a woman old enough to have adult children.
But her busty gym partner had fared worse. The now faded blonde had packed on some pounds in middle age and sported a couple loose double chins. Her large saggy breasts were squishing against her flabby thighs as the woman attempted to do crunches, with her saggy gut oozing out of her gym shirt that had looked sexy and flattering on her a moment ago.
Over at the pull-up bar a 50 year old bald irish-looking guy with deep lines beside his nose and mouth and a horseshoe of red hair struggled to pull himself up. His arms and leg thin but with a big pot belly drooping out over his gym shorts. Next to him a woman with greying blonde hair who looked like she could be an attorney or a real estate developer hung from the bar with her bingo wings flapping and her pooching wrinkly tummy exposed under her too-tight t-shirt.
The two girls doing V-sits were struggling harder. The tanned girl was now a leathery gray-haired matron who was bracing her back with one hand and reaching down to her calve with the other, her incredibly lined face looking pained. Her cute-chipmunk cheeked partner was a roly-poly woman with an impressive gut and chubby red cheeks who was trying with all her might to get her pasty hands down past her thunder thighs to her swollen looking knees.
In the plank position, a few feet away was a sever looking blonde woman with wrinkled arms and legs who looked like she should be ordering a cabana boy to fetch her her fifth mimosa. She had deep bags under her crinkly eyes and loose dangling neck skin the tugged from her bony collar bones. Her shirt and shorts looked quite baggy on her old thin frame. The stoner kid next to her had aged into a haggard looking old dude with a salt and pepper 5 o'clock shadow. Deep lines marred his cheeks and forhead and he seemed a bit shaky on his veiny hands. His shirt rode up revealing a pretty hairy back as well.
Finally in the midst of the shuttle run was a husky-looking soccer mom with braided grey hair and saggy breasts that appeared to be flopping out of the sports bra she was wearing that had been meant for the modest breasts of a young teenager. She seemed like was still in okay shape for her age but everything was softer and wider, including her cellulite riddled ass that caused a seem to rip in her gym shorts. Beside her the chubby boy seemed to actually have slimmed out in adulthood but then regained weight in different places thanks for a middle-aged spread. He had some grey in his hair as well and a bushy beard. His t-shirt tight on his broader shoulders and his arms and legs much hairier as he plodded in slow motion. Both the man and woman looked incredibly winded, doing this much running at their age.
I felt a hint of guilt or maybe just nervousness. But it was quickly extinguished as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me in embrace.
"Oh my god! It worked! You did it!!!" Mackenzie squealed excitedly.
"I like I might be able to do more..." I say hoping to impress her further.
"Yeah!" She cheers.
I think for a minute, running the dial on my ipod. "How about I..."
A) Make time flow normally for the 50 year old freshmen, while keeping them mentally 15 to see their reactions.
B) Make time flow normally for the 50 year old freshmen but also make them mentally 50 to see what they do.
C) Try to age the freshmen even further until they're elderly men and women.
D) Leave the Freshmen as-is and move on to changing the Senior gym class.