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Post by spyguy on Sept 23, 2019 19:10:25 GMT -6
Hey there, party people! Chronoeclipse and I have been working on a little project in our spare time that grew out of a random joke but has quickly transformed into what we think is a pretty fun narrative we are calling "Party of Time". Follow along as a group of high-school seniors attend what appears to be a simple house party in 2018-- but we all know better than that right? Perhaps things may, say, take a turn for the strange due to some inexplicable, possibly supernatural, temporal shenanigans? We'll be posting new entries every now and again (no real established schedule), but rest assured there's going to be plenty of age changing to go around. And if things feel a little random--well-- they're supposed to! We'll explain more later...or maybe we won't! Until then, meet our teens:
Mia Ramirez DOB: 8/4/00 Nicknames: Mira, M.I.A., Amie Clubs: Drama Club, Yearbook Club, Thespian Society, Movie Club, Debate Team (Alternate) Quote: "All the world's a stage, and the men and women merely players." -Shakespeare
Cody Brower DOB: 2/12/00 Nicknames: CB, Brody, Brower-Power Clubs: Student Government President, Lacrosse, Swim Team, Soccer Team Captain, Debate Team, Honors Society, Junior Investors Club “I think you have to be cool to be a good flirt, and I don't think i'm very cool." - Harry Styles
Abbie Cassidy DOB:1/13/00 Nicknames: Abs, Kitty Cassidy, Bee Clubs: Athletics League, Golf Club, Honors Society, Tennis Club Quote: "Of all hazards, fear is the worst" -Sam Snead
Lindsey Cassidy DOB: 11/12/00 Nicknames: Lindz, Space Case, LSD, Bubble Gum Clubs: Yearbook Club, Anime Club, Club Penguin, Club Club Quote: "Why is partying and having a good time bad?" - Tara Reid
Nora Gibson DOB: 10/30/00 Nicknames: Aura, Spooky, Jellybean Clubs: Drama Club, Paranormal Society, Thespian Society, Anime Club, Quote: "Paganism is wholesome because it faces the facts of life" - Alistair Crowley
Rebecca Sizzante DOB: 5/08/00 Nicknames: Becca, Two-trainz, Sizzle, Rizzle, Pippy Bong-Rocking, OGB Clubs: Dance Club, 420 Society Quote: “Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up. Sisters help you progress, bitches’ll slow you up.” - Jay-Z
Ned Ngyuen DOB: 4/4/00 Nicknames: Haduken, Ed, Nedtendo Clubs: Yearbook Club, Photography Club, Soccer Team Quote: "Don't be a salad, be the best damn broccoli you could ever be.” -Pewdiepie
Erin McKenzie DOB: 4/21/00 Nicknames: E-Train, Madam Secretary Clubs: Student Government (Secretary/Treasurer), Debate Team, Honors Society, Model UN, Latin club, Literature club, Peer Mediation Quote: "There is no limit to what we, as women, can accomplish." - Michelle Obama
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Post by chronoeclipse on Sept 23, 2019 19:24:21 GMT -6
Now that you've met our cast here is the prologue to our story!:
Cody unlocked the front door to the single-story ranch house and looked around. This was going to be perfect for a small end of the year party. His parents flipped houses for a living and had bought this one recently from some old geezers that probably got shuffled off to an old folks home somewhere. He had helped his mom and dad over the weekend toss all the musty furniture and the old people stuff, and replaced it with new furniture and modern decor to make it look more appealing to potential buyers.
Still, there were two digital clocks on the wall that he and his dad had tried to take out but seemed to be firmly integrated into the room to the point that they couldn't remove them without knocking out a supporting wall of the house. "Eh it'll be a conversation piece for the new owners" his dad said at the time.
Cody spent most of Saturday afternoon getting snacks, booze and other goodies for the party as well as setting up the sound system so that the place would be bumping with the girls arrived. As he put on the stereo all of a sudden the two digital clocks turned on both reading 2018. "Well cool!" he said thinking that if his parents ever found out he used their flip house to throw a party they'd at least be happy that he got these clocks up and running.
DING DONG! Cody pulled open the door to find Mia and Nora standing on the porch. Mia-- backpack slung over a shoulder-- gives a quick wave and a friendly smile.
"Sorry we're early. Miss Denon ended rehearsals way sooner than we thought and my map app got us here suuuuper quick."
Nora squeezes past Mia and into the house. She holds out her hands. "Wow, Cody. This place is a trip. The energies are all over the place!" She runs her hand along a wall. "It's, like, both ancient and new at the same time. I LOVE it."
Mia rolls her eyes. "Nora, come on. We just got here. Don't go all spooky already. Save some for later."
"Yeah I think this place was owned by some old couple before my parents bought it. Anyway glad you both could make it. Drinks are in the fridge! Help yourselves!" Cody says with a wry smile as the doorbell rings again and he swivels around to answer it.
Erin stands in the doorway holding a warm quiche looking self-conscious.
"Hey Erin! Welcome! Welcome!... you uh brought a thing!" Cody says looking at the dish in her hands.
Erin looks around to see a couple of theatre kids inside and no parents and then the keg on the counter and looks at Cody wide-eyed. "Yeah Cody, I baked a- you said this was a pot luck!" She said having a mild panic.
Cody smirks. "Uh I think what I said was that there was going to be Pot at the party."
"Jesus." Erin says as she thrusts the quiche at him and storms into the house.
Before Cody can close the door, he's hit with a bright light.
"Aw, give us a quiche, Cody!" Suddenly, Ned's goofy grin peers around the cellphone camera as he leans in for fake smooches, holding the phone to get both he and Cody in the frame. "Mwa! Mwa!" he shouts, blowing kisses at the camera before flashing it a wink.
Ned laughs, turning off the phone and swiping at the screen. "That's gonna be a great start to my Insta story."
He eyes the girls inside, smooths back his hair. "Thanks for the heads up, man. Looks like this shindig is gonna get lit! My followers are gonna eat it up."
He pats Cody on the shoulder and slides inside.
Cody laughs and high fives Ned. "Ned you goofy bastard you're live streaming this?" He asked and then got distracted as Becca sashayed through the door in nothing but a bikini top, micro jacket, and mini skirt.
"This better be cool. I had other options." She says with a smirk and then turns to Ned's phone and poses with pursed lips and a sideways peace sign.
As Becca passes by, Ned angles the phone to catch her backside. He looks into lens and mouths “so tight” then gives Cody a thumbs up.
Nora pokes around the living room-- piercings and jewelry jingling in her wake. She opens drawers and goes through cabinets. She comes to a stop beneath the two digital clocks.
"Nora! Stop that! It's rude!" Mia hisses at her.
Nora shakes her flaming redhead, "If we can hone in on this house's vibe, this party could be...legendary..." she sighs dramatically
"Did someone say LEGENDARY!?" A pretty petite girl says as she bursts into the living room, her pink and blonde hair in two ponytails. In her hands, she holds a baggy filled with Ecstacy and holds her other hand up into a sticking out her tongue to reveal her tongue piercing.
Behind her, another blonde shakes her curls out of her eyes, which narrow angrily at the party girl in front of her. "I swear to god, Lindsey, I'm NOT carrying your hallucinating ass into the house like last time. If mom and dad find you high in the birdbath, you're on your own"
Abbie turns to Cody and holds out a golf bag. "Can you stash these somewhere? I was going to run home and change after practice but SOMEONE had me pull over and meet her skeevy dealer or whatever."
"God, you're sooooo lame Abbie. They aren't hallucinogens... it's E, it makes you like turned on when you touch stuff!" She says holding out a tab and placing it on Nora's tongue. "Ooo who picked this stupid jock rock playlist? Lindsey says pulling out her phone to change the music.
Cody grabbed her bag and pointed at her with a wink. "Sure thing! If whatever your sis brought isn't your speed there's plenty of beer and liquor in the kitchen!" He says helpfully.
Nora flops onto the couch, leaning back, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. "You should take some too, Mia. It'll really put you in the zone. "
The brunette shakes her head as she drops her pack. "No thanks. I think you'll be zoning out enough for the both of us. I'm going to get a drink"
"Suit yourself," Nora chides, humming to herself and waiting for the tab to take hold.
Erin is in the kitchen searching around the fridge. "Errr! These are all alcoholic drinks! Cody!!!" She yells angrily finally settling on a hard watermelon cooler. "I can't believe I got tricked into coming to this" she complains but tries to look cool and distinguished as she leans on the counter with her drink.
Becca meanwhile has made herself a vodka tonic - though pretty heavy on the tonic, and kicked off her shoes and begun to dance to Lindsey's party mix on the soft carpet in the living room, her perfect figure swishing seductively to the beat.
Ned holds up his phone-- bobbing his head as he records Becca. "Check it out, Internet. Becca ALWAYS totin' the freshest moves around." He tries his best to find his own rhythm as he films, moving the phone in and out for some sweet zooms while awkwardly dancing.
Mia roots around the fridge for a moment and pulls out a beer, closing the door to find Erin leaning on the counter. "Oh! Hey, Erin! I, uh, didn't think you'd show to something like this."
Across the counter, Abbie mixes a rum and coke. "Yeah, shouldn't you be out running for student government or something?"
Erin smirks at the girls. "Yeah because that's how I spend my weekends just constantly campaigning for a seat that I'm already class secretary of..." She says taking a tentative sip of her drink and realizing that it tastes really good - she couldn't taste the alcohol at all. She takes a bigger swig. "What are you both doing here? I've never seen either of you hang out with Cody before..." She says eyeing them suspiciously.
Ned suddenly feels a body jump on his back. Lindsey wraps her legs around his waist and pumps her fist into the air. "Dance magic Pony! Dance I say!!" She squeals with a giggle.
Abbie takes a sip of her drink. Winces a moment. “Damn, Cody actually got decent booze. Who’d have thought? Anyway, had no intention of coming at all. We’ve got a big match against Costa Verde tomorrow and I need to be in top form...” she takes a longer sip. Sighs. “...buuuuut Lindsey got invited and SOMEONE needs to make sure she doesn’t burn a place down. Again.”
Mia shrugs. “Cody and I used to hang out when we were younger. We were neighbors, actually. And anyway, we are all about to graduate right? This is our last chance to, y’know, be teenagers and hang out and...uh...” Mia gets a little flustered and knocks back her beer. “Anyway, My gram always says ‘you’re only young once-‘“
There’s a CRASH of something breaking. Abbie rolls her eyes. “Lindsey.”
Lindsey hopped down Ned's back and looked at the picture frame lying in pieces on the ground in front of the mantle. Her hands were cupping her mouth. "Oh my god Cody i'm so so so sorry!" She said, stifling her giggles at how clumsy Ned is.
Cody shrugged. "No big. Those were like $1 apiece at IKEA. There's not even a real picture inside - see?" He turns it over to see a stock photo of a happy family. Anyway, I think we need a fun activity to get this party going. Does everyone have drinks? Then let's gather around for a game of Truth or Dare!" He says rubbing his hands together excitedly.
Becca smirks and apathetically looks around. "I saw you all have Molly or whatever... does anyone have some weed?"
Abbie walks in, takes one look at the broken frame on the floor, and shakes her head. "Not even five minutes and you're already wrecking shit. New record sis."
Ned rubs his head, a little sore from where it made contact with the wall. "Don't worry, girl. I've got you covered." He reaches inside his coat and pulls out a baggy full of joints. He passes it over to Becca.
Nora adjusts herself on the couch, crossing her legs Indian style, bare feet wiggling as she does. "Truth or Dare. A perfect way to peek behind the masks society forces us to wear all the time."
Cody shrugs. "Yeah. That and whatever.”
Becca goes to light up the joint and Cody takes it out of her lip. "C'mon - we aren't savages! Besides joints are better at the end of the night." He goes into the kitchen and pulls out a fancy bong. "THIS is what i'm talking about." He says brandishing it.
"Oooo fancy..." Becca purrs as she takes the bong and brings it to the circle forming in the living room and begins packing it, leaving Ned's joints on the counter for later.
Erin takes another big swig of her drink, feeling a little tipsy. "Ooh I get it, this party was just a trick to get girls over your house to like strip naked for you!" she said, thinking that was a funnier joke in her head. She smirked and sat in the circle.
Cody raised an eyebrow at what a light-weight Erin was. "You caught me!" He says with a grin. "Now in Truth or dare fashion - youngest gets to go first!"
Ned shoves his hands in his pockets as Cody brings out his bong, frowning slightly as he slouches in the circle. Cody always did this-- one-upping things-- sooner or later. Usually sooner.
Mia walks in, seeing the circle starting to form. She takes a big swig of beer, hoping her nerves weren't showing as she quickly slid next to Nora whose smoky shadowed eyes were closed, soaking up the mood.
Abbie nearly spits up her drink laughing at Erin's outburst. "Look at the Class Secretary, coming out of her shell with us heathens!" She plops down on the floor. "Youngest? Not it. Probably Linds."
Erin looks at Abbie sideways "I thought you guys were twins... How can she be the youngest... Oh like last out of the womb?" She asks.
Abbie groans “Ugh! We’ve been going to school together for, what, like seven years? Why is it people still think we’re twins?”
Lindsey holds up a pair of air quotes “We’re ‘Irish twins’. Abbie’s, like, 10 months older than me. That’s why she’s a total grandma.”(She winks at her slightly older sister then turns to Ned. "I turned 18 three weeks ago. When was your birthday? I think it's between the two of us."
Ned shrugs. "I'm a Spring Break baby, so I think that makes you the youngest."
Cody raises a beer. "We have a winner!"
Lindsey smirks. "Okay... Guess i'm the baby of the room... Soooo Abbie! Truth or Dare?"
Abbie shrugs. "Of course. Fine. Truth I guess. Whatever's faster."
Lindsey pouted. "Awwww I was going to dare you to do drugs with me!... Okay Truth - Who at this party do you MOST want to make out with?" She grinned with a twinkle in her eye, already knowing the answer.
Abbie narrows her eyes. "Ugh. You little...." She takes a look around the room. Cody smirks. Ned winks. "This is stupid. There’s, like, no one here--"
Lindsey holds up a finger. "Nuh, uh. No punking out! You gotta choose."
Abbie takes a long swig of her drink. Closes her eyes. "Fine. Cody. I guess."
Cody bites his lip to keep from smiling.
Lindsey stands up and takes a bow before giggling and hopping back down. "Okay sis, your go!"
Becca gets the bong going and takes a bubbly hit and then holds it out for whoever wants in next.
Ned lets out a laugh, playing things off and taking the bong. “Heck Abbie, I get it. I’d kiss him too!” He breathes in deep, then exhales some smoke out of his nose. Abbie looks around. She hones in on Erin sipping from her drink. “Erin. Truth or Dare?”
Erin shrugs, trying to pretend that she's not super anxious about this. "Psshhh whatever, i've got nothing to hide.... dare." She says taking a big swig from her drink in anticipation
Abbie ponders for a moment. She perks up. “Oh! Give us your sexiest dance...” She turns to Ned “...for all of Ned’s followers!”
"Oh god!" Erin says looking in disdain at Ned's phone. She takes a deep breath and stands up.
She begins to rock in place making a sexy, 'cool' face— then attempts to get her arms into it— Then as the song changes to a Taylor Swift song she likes she begins to get really into it, dancing up a storm in the center of the circle
Cody watches as Erin busts a move. He had never seen her out of her shell like this before. She was always so stiff and serious. "Woo!" He calls out causing her to flash a smile.
Becca throws her hands up, slinkily gyrating from side to side in her sitting position, egging Erin on. "Work it girl!"
Abbie is giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. She elbows Ned, who has his phone out. "You getting all this?"
Ned nods, slackjawed. "I'm seeing it but I'm just not believing it."
Erin is smiling, thinking that she's actually really pulling this off and looking super cool and sexy. She gives Mia double guns while dancing in front of the drama girl. "Okay Mia, truth or dare!"
Mia looks to Nora. "I don't think--" but Nora gently pushes her forward. "You'll have fun! Trust me."
Mia looks back to the group and takes a deep breath. "Um...okay...how about dare?”
"Dare! Dare! She don't care!" Erin busts into a little nerdy white girl rap to the beat of her dancing.
Lindsey giggles. "Oh my god, who knew it would take ONE watermelon cooler to make Erin McKenzie so fun!"
Erin chills out upon hearing this and sits down, still shaking her torso to the beat. "Okay Mia Mia bo-biya-" She begins giggling at herself but then focuses. "Okay you have to ask one of the boys to give you... a foot massage! No socks!" She says secretly wishing this is what she had been dared to do.
Abbie snorts into her drink at Erin's dare. "Ooookay, weirdo." she mumbles to herself.
Mia blinks a couple of times, unsure. She turns to Nora, who shrugs. "A... foot massage?"
"Yuuup!" Erin nods a little too hard. "Wow, this room is super spinny."
"I mean...okay...um...I guess I could just...." Mia looks to Cody and Ned. "Either of you wanna do it?"
Ned laughs nervously, his phone zooming in on Mia. He tries to think of the funniest way to agree to rub the theatre girls feet - maybe something using the term 'twinkle toes'? Before he can find the right words he hears Cody's voice pipe up.
"Yeah, why not! Stretch those legs out over here hot stuff. I bet your feet are aching from all the dancing at rehearsal." He says with a charming smile, patting his laugh.
Nora winks at Ned as she lounges on the couch, the sights and sounds of the room taking on a warm hue in her buzzing head.
Mia looks at Cody and takes another long sip of beer to steel her nerves, then carefully steps around the others and lowers herself onto his lap. "Sorry. Is this, uh, fine?"
Cody laughs as the artsy girl sits on his lap. He likes the smell of whatever deodorant she has on - it smells a bit like berries or something. "Uh maybe scoot down a little - you have such long legs, I don't think I can reach your feet if you sit on my lap..." He says with a chuckle.
As he says this the clock on the left ticks upward silently, displaying the year 2042 in red.
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Post by kingfaraday on Sept 23, 2019 23:18:34 GMT -6
Cant wait for more
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spyguy
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Post by spyguy on Sept 24, 2019 18:49:52 GMT -6
“Right. Ha! I can totally see that now...” Mia laughs, slowly scooting back. As she does, she feels a wave of tingles spread across her body— goosebumps— just pre-show jitters, she thinks to herself.
Cody smiles as her legs slide across his lap until her calves were resting on his crotch. He slowly pulls off her shoes one at a time. Looking over with a glimmer in his eyes. "Woooo!! Our first strip tease of the night! Here - Mia, this will make what Cody's about to do even more epic!" Lindsey says as she hurries over to the theatre girl and pops a tab of ecstasy onto her tongue. Mia closes her mouth tentatively, unsure of what’s about to happen but not wanting to seem lame to the popular party girl.
Cody holds out his tongue and Lindsey does the same to him as he laughs and begins to slowly roll the socks down Mia's legs and down her feet. Mia licks her lips as the tab dissolves in her mouth and shivers as Cody pulls the socks off her smooth calves, surprised at how fast the drug must be taking effect. “Wow. This…uh...wow...”
Cody is grinning at how much Mia seems to be digging his subtlest of touches. Slowly, he pulls both socks off causing Mia to wiggle her bare toes in the open air. "Okay... you're not ticklish right?"
"I'm not ticklish Cody..." Erin blurts out and then covers her mouth and blushes.
Becca turns to Erin, eyebrows raised. She leans over, quietly: "Sounds like somebody wishes they got this dare instead, hm?” Erin blushes and looks wide-eyed at Becca "No! ... You do!.... shut up!" She says and crawls across the circle to sit next to someone else.
Cody doesn't hear Erin as he's looking at Mia who suddenly looks really hot. Laying across him barelegged, something about her seems more ... mature? Like the hot 'girl next door' college girls he watches on pornhub.
Mia stifles a giggle as Cody holds her feet. "I mean...I'm not NOT ticklish..." She bites her lip as she adjusts herself, finding it difficult to find the right position. It felt like something was shifting underneath her, not realizing it was her own lower body gaining a couple extra college pounds. Cody smiles "Well i'll try not to tickle you but no promises..." He says as he cups her soft soles in his hands and begins to rubs them firmly and gently. He also begins to feel the E kick in as the feeling of Mia's feet in his hands feels awesome, like so smooth and soft...
Lindsey plops down next to Nora on the couch. She rests a head on her shoulder with a giggle and a sigh. "She's so cute and innocent. Like a puppy! A really...leggy puppy actually" she squints, noting that Mia's legs seem a smidge longer and more defined. Nora shrugs and nods. "Yeah that's our Mia... the leggy puppy…” Nora leaves the thought hanging as she cocks her head. “Wow her aura is really crazy. Like it's shifting every second,” she says not realizing that her friend was now 10 years older than everyone else in the room.
Erin scoots over next to Ned, who looks up from his phone in surprise, mid social media post. "Uh, nice moves out there,” he says quickly. “I was just about to post the video. Wanna help me come up with a hashtag?” Erin was surprised Ned was being so friendly with her. "Oh uh yeah! How about... hashtag shake your groove thang... with an A, like thang"
Across the room, Abbie is passed the bong and makes a face. "I don't want this junk in my lungs. Someone else take it." Lindsey hops down and scoops it up. "Thank you miss killjoy! Let me know when you decide to show up to the party..." She says to her sister and brings the bong back up to Nora on the couch.
She glances over at her sister sitting with Nora and frowns. Of course she and Miss Gothy Goth are off being weird.
Back on the floor, Mia closes her eyes and gasps, feeling Cody's touch buzz up her leg and through her spine, the ecstasy revving up all the reactions. She pushes her dark hair out of her eyes, and curls her toes. "This feels pretty great, Cody. Where'd you learn to do that?"
Cody shrugs. "I don't know... just kind of intuitive." He says as he continues to massage them, working up and down her feet. For a moment, he thought her voice sounded a little more sultry- like less high pitched and girly— but he shrugged it off
Becca tilted her head and she observed Mia's face and saw feint lines begin to creep up around her eyes, mouth and forehead. She shakes her head, convinced it’s just a trim of the light…or maybe she was tripping on something she didn't realize she took?
"Hold on a sec..." Mia unzipped her hoodie and started to wriggle out of it. Weird. It was feeling tight on her around the chest. Like it was a size or two too small.
"There. Way better," she sighs huskily, tossing it to the side and leaning back in her muted purple top. The E is making her feel extra weird, as if her body was growing in places. Like she almost had a second skin. And her voice. She rubs her throat. It feels dry and husky.
Back across the circle, Ned nods. "Solid tag. ‘Groovethang’ it is" he swipes a couple times. "aaaaaand...sent. Bam. Lookout world! Erin's about to be Internet famous." Ned leans over, showing her the quickly edited video. Hearts were already popping up on the feed, fast and furious.
Abbie, bored stiff, stands up. "I need another drink. Anyone want anything?"
Becca is staring wide eyed as she's watching the cute little theatre girl's face turn into a MILF and shakes it off and jumps up. "I'll go with you! I want to make myself something... strong!" She says glancing back to see what she swears is a 36 year old woman getting a foot rub by a boy half her age. She shivers— skeeved out by the weirdness of it— and follows Abbie into the kitchen.
"Yeah if you can get me another Sam Adams from the fridge?” Cody leans back and shouts.
"You got it, handsome!" Abbie waves her empty glass as Becca follows after. She goes to the collection of bottles on the counter. "What are we having?"
As Abbie and Becca leave the room the clock on the left flashes 2010 in red then 2088 in red.
Lindsey takes a hit of the bong and passes it to Nora. "Mia! It's your turn to ask someone truth or dare!"
"Oh, right. I totally spaced. Uh...." Mia tries twisting in place as Cody continues so she can look at the rest of the group, but finds she just can't make it, her body gently refusing to bend this way or that. In fact, everything was feeling somewhat heavier to move about. Shrugging it off, she settles back down on her bouncier rear.
"Lindsey. You're still over there, right? Truth or dare?" Mia asks craning her neck, which now seems lined with the shadowy beginnings of wrinkles and straining necklines.
"Ha ha, are you so stoned you can't even get up?" Lindsey giggles from the couch. "Um well everyone knows that I'll do whatever... you don't even need to dare me sooooo truth!" She says confidently taking another bong hit.
Cody meanwhile was noticing that Mia's feet seemed a bit bigger and not as soft as before. He through maybe it was the thing Lindsey gave him making him feel all weird but looked down at Mia's legs as they began to look a little less pristine and chunkier with a few visible veins. "Weird." He whispers.
Mia arches her back as Cody's fingers dig deep into her larger, rougher feet. She suddenly felt tired and this foot massage was doing wonders for her aching insoles. "Ungh...wow...that rehearsal was way more draining than I thought. I feel like I should be thanking you, Cody. This feels great!"
Turning back to the problem at hand, the brown haired thespian bites her thinner lip, face screwing up in concentration as she tried to figure out a good truth, unwittingly causing an explosion of minor crinkles around her eyes and mouth.
"How about: what's your perfect future?"
"Lame!" comes Abbie's shout from the kitchen.
"What? This is our last year as high-schoolers. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it!" Mia counters a little too loudly.
"Ha ha! You sound like a job interview 'where do you see yourself in 10 years?'... hopefully fucking partying!" Lindsey says with a laugh. "I'm going to like own a really cool club when i'm older and be like the Queen of the Scene! Teaching the whole new generation of little munchkins how to fucking have a good time." She says with a laugh.
In the kitchen Becca stretches out some kinks and begins pouring herself a vodka drink. "Dammmmn I was beginning to see some weird shit in there. I'm hoping this will take the edge off. I don't usually drink but my older brother's training to be a bar tender so I was like looking through his books." Becca says to Abbie, not realizing that as she speaks she’s now approaching her older brother’s age, the taller, now curvier woman zipping through her 20’s on the other side of the counter.
Abbie perks up. "No way. That sounds INCREDIBLY cool. Much cooler than my older brother. He's an accountant, just like my dad. All of his books are pure snooze." Abbie slides over her glass. "Can you mix me up something fun?" Abbie hops up onto a stool and idly spins.
Nora takes a deep hit from the bong and exhales with a few small coughs. "You should let me read your fortune, Lindsey. See what your future holds. I have my tarot cards with me somewhere, in case the spirit takes us."
She glances over at Mia and Cody through the smoke. The two are laughing...but it doesn't look quite right. Through the marijuana fog, Mia looks almost like...like Cody's mom or something.
Lindsey laughs "I'd totes be down for a reading... but first - Truth or Dare Nora!"
Erin is drunkenly beginning to run her fingers through Ned's hair as he futzes with his phone. "Do you... do you think i'm too uptight? Like in school I mean..." She asks pouting.
Cody meanwhile was looking down at the feet he was massaging and they didn't look like they belonged to a teenage girl anymore. Veins were starting to grow more visible, and the toes looked a bit clenched. He turned to ask Mia what was up and saw the tired, lined face of a 40 year old woman. "Woah" He gasped, tossing her chunkier calves off his laps and scooching away quickly.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen Becca was having a similar experience. She smiles confidently, laugh lines peeking through her cheeks as she sped through 30’s and quickly entered her 40’s. “One bitchin’ drink coming right up.” The now middle-aged woman looking out of place waving a sideways peace sign at Abbie— who right now weirdly looked a little shorter- and began to put together a drink. Even now, Becca’s normally flat stomach was now pooching out over her shorts and she had deep crevices on her face beside her nose and mouth, as well as bags under her eyes. She also didn't seem to notice the veiny, pastier hands that were pouring bottles into the glass. "We need lime-" She began in a husky voice and then cleared her throat thinking it was phlegmy. "ahem we need lime juice." The now 50 year old said, dark braids slowly being taken over by gray strands, in an equally lower mature voice and ducked into the fridge.
Abbie leans forward on her stool. "Are you okay, Becca? You don't sound so good." She stops as her voice cracks. "What the hell?" She reaches up to her throat, not sure why she was suddenly sounding so squeaky. She stands up-- but falls off the stool as her now shorter legs find air instead of floor. "Agh!" she squeals, landing on her butt.
On the couch, Nora clears the smoke in front of her with a hand, black nail polish glimmering. "Let's see. The spirits say..." she closes her eyes. "Truth."
Ned tries to swipe on his phone, but Erin's drunk, fumbling fingers keep trying to pull it away. " Uptight? I mean, I don't know about that. You always seem like, uh, you got a lot on your plate, y'know?" Erin leans into his chest. "I'm spinning all the plates, Ned. All plates. All time. Like this room. It won't stop spinning, y'know?"
Mia's eyebrows go up as Cody clambers back. "What? Why'd you stop?" She nervously reaches up and pushes a few solitary silver strands of dark hair behind her ear, completely thrown by Cody's reaction.
Lindsey strokes her smooth dimpled chin as she takes the bong back from Nora - "Okay! Truth! Do you.... actually like see auras and like energies and the spirit realm or is that all like bullshit... maybe bullshit’s too strong of a term but like - part of your 'persona'?" She asks with a friendly smile to show the hippie chick that she wasn't meaning to be aggressive with her question.
Cody looks at the woman with salt and pepper hair tucking her cellulite riddled bare legs under herself. Mia's formerly rosy cheeks now had a slight droop to them and her chest was definitely sloping downward as she entered her early 40s. "You're--woah-- you're like my moms age!" Cody said confused.
Erin tumbles drunkenly and flirtatiously onto Ned's lap with a laugh. "I've never drank this much before." She observes waving her 3/4s empty bottle.
On the wall the clock on the left ticked down to 2050 and glowed blue.
CURRENT AGES MIA:42 CODY: 18 LINDSEY:18 NORA: 18 NED: 18 ABBIE: 15 ERIN: 18 BECCA: 50
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Post by thetreerollins on Sept 25, 2019 17:55:31 GMT -6
I'm having trouble followning some of the little details in here, like how old ppl are at the end of each scene, and I still can't quite tell what the clock is doing? But I'm into this.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Sept 26, 2019 10:17:22 GMT -6
Erin stared at Ned's phone. "Ah kids today, always on their phones! I can never get mine to work right! It keeps rotating the wrong way every time I move it! I think it might have a virus or something." She says from the vantage point of Ned's lap and the floor, feeling around in her pants pocket for her phone.
Becca heard the crash behind her and turned around, closing the refrigerator door. Except the woman that popped out holding lime juice in one hand and Cody's beer in the other looked to be around retirement age. Her hair was completely grey, still in two braids and her face had a good amount of wrinkles across it. Her neck was starting to look a bit loose and her pale stomach definitely pooched out over her shorts from the exposed mid-riff, her small saggy boobs beginning to pool in her bra cups. Her legs were spindly and covered in veins. "Woah... Abbie? You're little." She says dumbfounded as the wrinkles continue to multiply on her face and her back hunches forward a bit.
In the living room, Nora's lips curl into a smile. "I get it. Mia says I can be a lot sometimes, and she's right. But I have to be me all the time and that means leaving myself open to the strange. Do I see spirits?" She shrugs. "I think I do. But maybe I just have, like, a brain tumor or something. All I know is, when I look at you..." Nora holds her hands around Lindsey like she's giving off heat. "... I see passion and randomness and fun. Does that make sense?"
Erin grimaces, struggling with her pocket. "What was I thinking, squeezing myself into these tight teenybopper pants?" She winks at Ned. "But at least they help give my ass a little sass, don't you think?" She finally pulls out her cellphone and holds it up squinting. "Oh dear, I think I left my glasses in the car..."
On the floor, 42 year old Mia finds herself thrown by Cody's stare. "Okay, you're totally weirding me out." She pushes herself up off the floor and winces, her lower back stiff from sitting on the floor so long. As she gets back to her feet, she wobbles, her whole center of gravity is off. She holds out her hands for balance-- under arms swaying slightly with saggier skin-- as the room spins slightly. "Oof" Mia exhales, squinting at the slightly out of focus room spinning before her middle-aged eyes.
In the kitchen, Abbie pulls herself up with her too-big jacket sleeves but nearly tumbles over again in her over large sneakers. She steadies herself on the barstool, which is somehow as tall as she is, but has to hike up her shorts, which keep slipping lower on her thinning legs. The now 12-year-old's eyes dart around, afraid. "What the fuck was in that drink?" she squeaks before looking up and finding the biggest shock of all.
Where Becca was standing, a kindly old woman with whitening braids and a pruny face, holding lime juice in shaky hands had taken her place. Abbie's big eyes widen. "...Becca? You're...you're a granny!"(edited)
Cody, despite being horrified by the sudden aging of his classmate rushed over to hold her arm and back to help her get steady. "Are you all right?"
On the couch with Nora, Lindsey nodded and grinned. "Total sense - that's me to a Tee! Fun is my middle- oh my god! Someone’s mom’s here! Shit! Hide the drugs!" She screamed at the sight of Mia and stuffed her baggie of pills in the couch cushions.
'Woah the captain of the debate team is totally hitting on me hard-core' Ned thought as Erin squinted at her phone. "Yeah girl! Your ass looks totally foin with a capitol Oin in those skinny jeans!"
Erin smiled at the compliment. "What a sweet young man you are! And what a cute face!" She said leaning up to squeeze Ned's cheeks. "Ugh! Help me up would you hun? It's not good for my back to be on the floor like this for too long!" She said waving her arm in the air for him to stand up and pull on.
In the kitchen, Becca's sunken eyes widened as she looked at the backs of her trembling gnarled hands. Her arms still had her tattoos but they were faded and lost in the loose wrinkles now covering her body and the pale translucence of her aged skin. Her belly button stud glistened from under the folds of her exposed saggy belly. She reached up and felt her wrinkled jowly 80-something year old face. "Da fuck..." She quavered. She was a bizarre sight, a stooped, frail elderly woman with the body language and demeanor of a street-smart hip-hop loving suburban white teenager.
In the next room, Mia grips Cody's strong arms with older hands as the room settles. "I don't know. I feel super weird. I think whatever Lindsey gave me-- I may be allergic or something?" She glances around the room, looking for the sparkly blonde party girl, but for some reason, she was having some trouble focusing, like trying to see across a pool while underwater.
Nora turns around on the couch. "Mrs. Ramirez?" she asks, confused as to why Mia's mom was suddenly standing with Cody. She looked off, with her dark, gray flecked hair in a younger style and her mom bod straining a little in clothes that looked borrowed from Mia's closet. That's when Nora noticed her aura, and her eyes went wide. It had changed much in the past few minutes, settling into the muted and mature hue of one of her adult teachers or parents, but she recognized it right away as her best friend's energy, only older. "No WAY" she whispered.
Ned shrugs at Erin's cheek squeeze-- she was definitely buzzed he thinks-- hops up and easily pulls the redhead to her feet. "Oop! Going up!" she gasps with a giggle, reaching out to squeeze his arms. "My you're so strong! And polite! So rare these days!" She glances over and spots Mia, and gasps. "Mia! You look terrible, dear. Are you getting enough sleep? You kids go so "hard", you ought to take better care of yourselves!"
Ned laughs, looking at Erin, oblivious to what’s going on in the center of the room. "Speaking of going too hard, maybe you should like, slow down on that watermelon cooler... I mean we aren't even through one round of Truth or Dare..." He says with a laugh holding up his phone again to get evidence of the dorky Irish girl that can't hold her booze.
Erin puts her hands on her hips, giving Ned a stern look. "I'll have you know I was partying SO hard before you were even born! " She starts dancing again, this time with even more confidence. She points at Ned's camera. "You ever hear of Beyonce? I never know what you teens are listening to now. Anyway, she used to be able to pull the DOPEST moves. Let's see if I can remember how one goes..."(edited)
"Oh now... how do these darn things work..." Erin muttered as she fiddled with Lindsey's phone and managed to get Single Ladies playing. Then she broke into the most iconic parts of the dance, jerking her body awkwardly around. There was something actually kind of cute and sexy about how uncoordinated and dorky it was, since Erin appeared to be a pretty teenage girl doing these embarrassing moves.
Ned caught the whole thing on video but found himself coming to attention watching Erin humiliate herself.
In the kitchen, Abbie is slackjawed as Becca suddenly shriveled up in front of her. Before she could say anything, the counter began to rise as she shrank a few more inches in a reverse growth spurt. "What-what's happening?" the prepubescent cries, words lisping slightly as missing baby teeth now marred her once-perfect mouth.
Becca shuffles forward to the tinier blonde figure in front of her. Her body aches and feels very weak. She reaches around to brace her back for support and clutches the counter with her other trembling hand. "Abbie is that you? I can't see shit! Whatever it is Cody gave us is some serious crank!" She says as she manages to shuffle over to the young girl swimming in her oversized clothes.
On the couch in the living room, Lindsey turns to whisper to Nora "uh what is Mia's mom doing at this party?" She looks around. "And where's Mia? Did I like pass out for a minute?" She asks confused.
Cody releases her as soon as she seems to have her baring. "Uhhhh would an allergic reaction turn you into a MILF?" He asks. He could hear the seam of Mia's shorts tearing as her wider hips and fatter ass strained them. She was in danger of the seat of them bursting open.
Mia's eyebrows go up in disbelief. "EXCUSE me? A MILF? I'm sorry, is that what you think I'm into, Cody? Being compared to someone's MOM?" She holds up her hands and back away, heading for the couch. "Thanks for the massage, but I think it's time for someone else to take a turn or whatever." She storms over to the couch to find Nora while pulling at her pants which were hugging her in all the wrong places.
Lindsey scooched away from the middle-aged woman that plopped down next to her. "Uh hey Mrs. Ramirez... we're being good..." She said uncomfortably, desperately looking around for Mia to come back from wherever she had gone to and save them.
Cody didn't know what was happening and decided he really needed some water and so he headed into the bathroom.
Back in the kitchen, Abbie looks up at the pruny old woman carefully feeling her way down the counter, saggy wrinkles pouring out of her tight clothes. It would've been enough to make the preppy teen gag except she was too busy freaking out about her own predicament, struggling to hold up her pants and not tripping in her sneakers.
"This is all Lindsey's fault! I bet she dosed our drinks in pixie dust or some shit," she says angrily, her childlike face resolving into an adorable pout.
"WHAT?" Becca shouts, her dry voice quavering loudly in the kitchen. "Do you hear that ringing? Mad feedback in here." She puts a hand on Abbie's shoulder and stops to catch her breath.
"Everything...fucking kills me... right now..." she rattles, as Abbie swears she hears the hip hop queen's actual hip click into place. "Oooooof..." she moans.
"I need to sit down." Becca quavers rubbing her hip with a wrinkled hand. "Can you grab the drinks?"
Abbie attempts to reach them on the counter but her lack of height is making it challenging. She climbs up onto the chair, leaving her shoes behind and manages to grab her drink. "I can only carry one because my stupid pants are like falling off for some reason... " She explains.
Becca nods but her wrinkled face doesn't look super confident. She reaches and grabs her own drink but it begins splashing around due to her trembling hand. "C'mon let's go back and tell your sis what a bitch-ass she is." Becca croaks shuffling toward the living room slowly.
On the couch, Mia leans forward, starting to get a little annoyed. "Mrs Ramirez? What the heck, Lindsey? Are you and Cody, like, in on this together?" She pokes Lindsey in the chest with her thinner finger, unintentionally pulling a very mom-like look as Lindsey felt like she had gotten caught after curfew.
Nora suddenly reaches out and brushes Mia's salt and pepper hair aside, grabs her cheeks, and squishes them around, feeling the skin sag in her hands. "This can't be happening... "
Out of the doorway across from them, Abbie leads the geriatric Becca out of the kitchen, the old woman leaning on the 10-year-old for support. "Slow your roll" Becca wheezes. Abbie holds the large drink in both hands, bits of booze sloshing over the sides. "Lindsey!" she shouts. "What the eff did you slip in our drinks?!"
Ned spins around, phone up and filming the two ex-teens. "Woah, who turned on this aging app on my phone? You two look ridic!"
Lindsey was nervous that she had upset Mia's mom... If she called Lindsey and Abbie's parents she'd be grounded until she was ready for a nursing home. "I'm sorry Mrs.... Mia's mom!" She says jumping off the couch. She hears a kid's voice calling her name and spins around, dropping the lighter from her hand as her jaw hits the floor. The girl there was one she knew very intimately but hadn't seen in 8 years. "Abbie!?"
Mia meanwhile was getting her face mashed around by Nora. "Uhh oo c'n shnop now!" She says through squished cheeks. When Nora releases her she exclaims "am I the only one not super high!?"
Dancing Erin hip sways over to Becca happily. "Oh thank goodness! I thought I was going to be the only old foggie at this party! But you've got a few years on me dear eh?" She laughs playfully patting Becca on her wrinkly tattooed arm.
Becca glares through rheumy eyes and pulls her wrinkly arm back from the tipsy redhead. "'Old fogey'? You the one actin' all old-timey right now, 'dear'," she rasps, angry as hell but quickly losing energy standing there in the middle of the living room.
Nora reaches into the depths of her flowy sweater jacket and pulls out her phone and turns the camera into selfie mode. "Mia, you need to understand what's happening. Just don't panic. It's going to be fine. Probably." She holds it out for her friend to take.
Abbie stomps over to Ned in her bare feet, trying to grab at his phone but failing to reach the tall senior's lanky arms. "You think this is funny? She roofied us. She could've roofied you!"
Lindsey rushes over and grabs her "little" sister from behind lifting her up into the air. "Oh my God, this is just too good. What is even happening? You're so little!!! I didn't roofie anyone squirt!" She says pulling her sister into a hug as the regressed girl squirms. Her pants slipped off her tiny legs as she went airborne but her pullover was so big on her now that it worked like a dress.
Cody meanwhile looked horrified at Becca. "Oh my God? Becca is that you?" He says rushing over to help the scantily clad old woman who looked like she was having trouble standing on her own. He braced her arm and put a supportive hand on her crooked back as he helped her shuffle toward a folding chair.
There was a flash as Nora's camera snapped a photo. Blinking the stars out of her eyes, Mia takes a look at the photo. "What are you talking about, Nora? I mean, sure, you've taken better selfies before, but I don't see anything weird."
Nora looks from the phone photo-- to Mia-- and back again. Mia was now-- SOMEHOW-- her normal, 18-year-old self again! The goth's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "But...you were old... and your aura..."
Cody slowly leads the withered old woman to her seat, his hand on her bony, exposed back. She felt fragile, like a bird, every labored breath shaking her old body. "There, just sit down right here and we'll figure this out." As she stooped to sit down, everything suddenly changed. He felt her back straighten, stretch, and smooth and when he looked down, Becca was as she always had been.
Becca blinks a couple of times and looks down at her perky breasts feeling her way up and down her smooth stomach. "Woah. Whatever was in that bong is mad trippy, Cody. I felt...like...ancient and shit..."
"Yes you did!" Abbie screeched to Lindsey in a high-pitched voice as she attempted to get free of her larger sisters grasp, her bare legs dangling in the air.
Then in a flash she was her normal size again, except unfortunately Lindsey was still holding her under her arms. They both fell back from this shift in weight and as Abbie scrambled to stand, she realized that her pull-over now only came to her hips, leaving her powder blue panties and bare legs completely exposed.
The flash also caused Erin to feel like she had blacked out for a few minutes. Her spins came back and she ran into the bathroom.
"You were old! Like shriveled!" Said Cody to Becca.
"I was NOT old! Cut it out! I hate this joke." insisted Mia to Nora.
And on the wall the clocks flipped - the left read 2018 and the right clock flashed to 2059 and turned purple.
Ages MIA: 42 now 18 CODY: 18 LINDSEY: 18 NORA: 18 NED: 18 ABBIE: 10 now 18 ERIN: 50 now 18 BECCA: 88 now 18
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Post by addwulf on Sept 26, 2019 13:16:35 GMT -6
Good stuff!
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Post by VioletJames on Sept 26, 2019 13:58:15 GMT -6
This is a hell of a lot of fun.
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Post by spyguy on Oct 2, 2019 16:12:16 GMT -6
As the group of high school seniors recover from the age-shifts that just occurred the clock on the right reads 2059 and glows purple.
Ned holds up his phone, snapping pics of Abbie's cute blue caboose. "Daaaayum, you're a hole in one, Abbie!" The exposed teen spins, enraged, as she covers her pants-less ass and swipes an arm at the phone. He quickly pulls the phone away. "Hey! Watch it! This is the new XR. I just got it at the mall last --urk!" He's suddenly yanked forward as Abbie grabs him by the tie he was now suddenly wearing.
"Ugh! You complete perv!" she screams, as she bends over and unwittingly picks up not her sporty sweatpants but a pair of gray slacks.
Meanwhile, Becca gracefully hops out of the chair and bends down touching her toes, feeling her way up her smooth calves and back to her toned stomach with relief. "Seriously though, what did you put in those drinks? It was like my skin was melting."
Nora grabs hold of Mia's hands. "I'm not joking. Something super ethereal is going on here, girl." Suddenly she stops, feeling something shift beneath her. Looking down, the couch they were on was now a pair of rolling office chairs. "Oh no. It's happening again..."
"Woah - where did the couch go!?" Mia exclaimed jumping up.
"See! I told you it wasn't me!" Lindsey shouts defensively and then does a double-take as the bong she's holding is suddenly a '20 years of outstanding service' award.
Erin meanwhile is throwing up in the toilet and uses some toilet paper to wipe her mouth. Feeling a bit embarrassed she walks out of the stall that hadn't existed before, not seeming to notice as she washes her face and takes a mint from the marble counter of the now executive bathroom. She stumbles out into the hallway and sees something hanging on the wall that freaks her out. She runs back to the living room.
"Cody! Why is there a picture of my mom in the hallway that says 'Managerial Excellence'!?" She demands still feeling a bit tipsy.
Cody heads into the hall. "What are you talking about, Erin, I don't see a thing..." He flips a light switch. Suddenly, the hallway is bathed in fluorescent lights, illuminating white walls and office carpet, with Erin pointing at a wall that was once covered in stock photos and is now littered with plaques and framed awards.
At the same time, Nora feels something settle on her face. She reaches up and removes a modern pair of readers. She holds them up to the light, spinning them in her hand to reveal a bifocal line in the lens.
Lindsey turns the awards over in her hand. "Guys, what's happening? Where did my drugs go?"
BLORP! A loud gurgle startles Becca, who turns to find that the chair she was just sitting in is now a water cooler.
Mia looks around in confusion as the room seems to be enlarging. "Lindsey - I swear if I find out this is because of some drug you gave us-" Her threat was cut short as she yelped and found herself sitting on a desk as it suddenly appeared underneath her. She looked down to see herself wearing a modest skirt.
"C'mon guys! I didn't shroom us - and even if I did what are we all having a shared hallucination?" She said as streamers and balloons and more desks began appearing around the room.
Becca felt the draft on her exposed skin go away and looked down to see she was wearing a very unflattering brown delivery person uniform. "Okay... seriously tho- da fuck!?"
Erin is examining the picture of an older red-haired woman in the hallway. "But seriously Cody-" She begins, leaning into him in a bit of drunken intimacy. "Why- How did you even get a picture of my mom to put in here?... Oh my god - is your dad having an AFFAIR with my mom!?" She exclaimed backing away. The thought of being step-siblings with the cutest boy in school sounded horrifying.
Cody looked at the picture and the gold plate under it. "Uhhh Erin... I don't think that's supposed to be your mom..." He says as the engraving clearly said 'Erin Nguyen - Branch Manager'.
Erin gets in close to the plate, confused. "Nguyen? But that's Ned's name. Why would my first name and Ned's last name go together? It's not like we're..."
Her eyes go wide. She turns, grabbing Cody by the shoulders with a strength that surprised him. "NO." She whispers, desperately. "No, no, no, no. NO."
Ned and Abbie look up as Lindsey's Taylor Swift album suddenly cuts out and is replaced by the tinny sounds of easy jazz piping through speakers on the walls.
Mia hops off the desk, landing on comfortable pumps which caused her to wobble. "Agh!" She yelps, reaching out for Nora and grabbing her by a flowy scarf that appeared around her shoulders.
"What is with this fucking house party?" Mia mutters, stabilizing. Nora points. "I don't think we're at a house party anymore, Mia. I don't think we're even in a house."
This was now super apparent as the room flooded with florescent light and desks now completely replaced the furniture. On the wall was a white board with 'Sales Goals' written on it in sharpie and underneath were the details of the office's performance so far that month - Nora and Cody's names were among of a bunch of other people they didn't recognize. On other walls trite motivational posters hung as well as a big sign with Endeavor Office Solutions on the door.
Mia turned around to see a stack of business cards with her name on it on the desk. "Wait this is my desk!?" She rushes around the other side to see what was on it. She grabs a photo that appears to be a 40-something year old woman with brown hair hugging a couple tweens and an 8 year old. "Is this supposed to be me!? Who the hell are the kids in this picture??" She exclaims.
Ages - Physical / Mental MIA: 18 18 CODY: 18 18 LINDSEY: 18 18 NORA: 18 18 NED: 18 18 ABBIE: 18 18 ERIN: 18 18 BECCA: 18 18
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Post by spyguy on Oct 4, 2019 22:46:19 GMT -6
Mia stares at a picture of a middle-aged woman and a group of kids aged 8 – 13 that was displayed on ‘her’ desk. Nora takes the photo and gives it a once over. "I kinda think they're, uh, YOUR kids."
Mia snatches the photo back and points at it, winding herself up. "Uh, hello? I'm 18. That girl is, like, 13 at least. I'm too young to be her mom. I'm too young to be ANYONE's mom!"
Nora finds herself squinting at the photo. "I dunno, Mia. I can kinda see a resemblance-"
Mia's eyes suddenly widen as she holds her hands up to her mouth. "Nora! Your hair!" Nora's hands fly up to her head. "What? Is it spiders?”( She felt above her head to find that her hair was in a completely different style, a bun of hair wrapping on top of her head and wavy strands flowing down from it.
"Oh I looooove your hairstyle! So 2020s!" A woman who looked to be about 30, dressed in silvery business casual clothes suddenly says to Nora.
Meanwhile in the hallway Cody and Erin were staring at the dude who had appeared behind them. "Uh who the hell are you???" Cody demands as Erin hides behind him.
The guy holds up his hands "Hey Cody, it's cool. I didn't mean nothing by it. It's just kind of ballsy with Mrs. Nguyen's husband in the other room and your girlfriend..." He said.
Cody didn't know how to respond to that so he pushed past the guy and into the living room-turned-sales-office. He saw his friends, looking equally confused and then a handful of people he didn't recognize who were drinking and mingling.
The guy in the hallway looked back at Erin. "Uh was it something I said? I'm uh, Andy by the way... I work in the I.T. department." He says holding out his hand respectfully to her.
Back at the desk, Nora turns to the young woman, who smiles and holds out a hand. "Jessica Trant-- but everyone calls me Ess. I'm in accounting. Are you one of Mia's community theatre friends?”
Nora warily takes Ess's hand, looking to Mia who is still busy looking through different framed photos on her desk. "Uh, yeah. Mia and I are in theatre together..." Nora continues, uncertain.
"That's OMAzing. I think it's so inspiring that you ladies are able to get out there and keep up with your dreams at this point in your lives." she leans in conspiratorially. "Between you and me, my generation could learn a LOT from you. I'm the only one out of college with a paying gig, everyone else on my feed are beaming or hustling."
Cody glances around and spots Ned. He rushes over. "Ned, what the fuck man?! Who invited all these people? Where's the house!?" But the Asian-American teen isn't listening, he’s staring at the ring on his hand. "Ned, bro, snap out of it. I need you, dude!"
Ned looks up. "What? I uh... I think i'm married, bro."
Cody rolls his eyes. "Yeah to Erin! It's weird. Anyway what the fuck is going on here? We're in an office? Some dude in the hall i've never met before says he knows me and-" Cody looks over Ned's shoulder at a desk with a digital name plate that says his name and 'sales person of the month'. "Is that fucking desk supposed to be mine!?" He says rushing over to it.
Behind the kiosk by the entrance, Abbie struggles to quickly pull up her pants, her wrists now jangling with silver colored jewelry.
"Um, excuse me, ma'am, can I help you?" Abbie turns to find a lanky teenage girl with silver, asymmetrical hair holding a tablet and staring at her. "Also...uh...why are you putting on pants behind reception?”(edited)
Abbie tilts her head in confusion at the girl. "Uh who are you? Do we go to school together? What grade are you in? I don't recognize you at all! Are you one of Lindsey's weirdo stoner friends?" She interrogates back.
The silver haired teen's eyes widen and she nearly fumbles the tablet. "Miss Cassidy having stoner friends? You're loling right? She once cited ME for drinking too many energy drinks at work, can you bead that?!"
Abbie snorts. "MISS Cassidy? That mess?" She turns to point at Lindsey trying to walk in her too-large pantsuit.
The teen looks at Abbie and then back over to Lindsey and then back again. "Oh Omg! You're her sister aren't you? I can see the resemblance now! You must have a lot of drives on her! Download!" She says with a big smile conspiratorially.
Nearby, an older black man in a dress shirt and tie walks over to Becca with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon Becca! How's your day going? Need me to sign for something? We've got some cake and punch in the kitchen, we're havin' a bit of a party to celebrate reaching our goals for the quarter. You can help yourself to some if you're not in too much of a hurry!" He says with a smile.
Becca glances around at the strange office and nods slowly. "Right on. Thanks...uh..."
The man laughs. "Jackson. C'mon, Becca, you've been delivering to this place since I worked the front desk!" He puts a friendly arm around her shoulder and leads her over to the snack table, accidentally brushing aside one of her braids-- which slowly begins to recede, her hair quickly shortening into a messy looking pixie cut that looked to have been blown back and mussed up by a day of bustling around in a delivery van. Out of nowhere, a pair of clunky, prescription sunglasses perch themselves above her forehead.
In the hall, Erin takes Andy's hand. "Um. What am I doing here?"
Andy cocks his head. "Is this a test, Mrs. Nguyen? Because if this is a test--"
Erin cringes. "PLEASE don't call me that. My name's Erin, okay, er, Andy?"
Andy nods, a little weirded out. "Right Mrs Ng--I mean, Erin. Uh. So, you're like, my boss. Actually, all of our bosses?" Erin’s eyes narrow, as a familiar student government pride grows in her chest. "Tell me more." She purrs.
Cody sinks into an ergonomic chair and pokes around what he thinks is his desk. It's a little messy-- files and forms stacked in a metal INBOX-- but what catches his eye are some photos taped to the side of his cubicle. Photos that appears to be a 40-something year old man with graying hair hugging a couple tweens and an 8 year old.
"Who the hell's kids are these?" He wonders out loud.
Mia comes over to Cody's desk "Oh thank god! They're YOUR kids? Ha! I have the same picture on my desk! I was freaking out! Nora was trying to say that they were MY kids!" She says laughing in relief and bringing the picture over.
Cody looks at both pictures. "Mia... this is the same picture! Like this is the same place - the kids are in the same position... it looks like someone did an amazing job editing each of us out of this..." He said staring dumbfounded at a brood of kids that looked like an amalgam of Mia and his features.
"No way! I'm way too young to be a mom! I have my whole acting career ahead of me!" She says as she attempts to rip up her version of the photo but it's made out of a material that doesn't seem easy to tear.
"REAAAAL nice Mia. Like grade-A mother of the year stuff." A woman says from behind. Cody and Mia turn around to see a woman in her mid 30s who looked a bit like Cameron Diaz giving a dirty look to Mia. "No wonder CJ refuses to talk to you since the divorce." She says with a bit of a smirk. She leans down to hand Cody his drink. "Here you go, babe." She says handing him a cocktail and leaning over to kiss him passionately on the lips. It was a weird thing to see as she looked to be very much an adult over a dozen years older than the still teenaged Cody. To Mia it was almost like witnessing Cody make out with one of their teachers at school. She backed away quickly.
Across the room, Ess looks over to see Cody and the woman making out and leans in to Nora conspiratorially. "I know, blergh right? She's young enough to be his daughter!"
In the kitchen, Jackson gets Becca a drink and some cake. "Oh! I forgot to ask - how'd your hip surgery go last month? Were they able to take care of your bunions as well? I can't imagine the wear and tear you get from having to go up and down all those stairs every damn day." He says with a friendly smile.
Becca laughs thinking Jackson’s talking crazy talk. "Dude, I got mad smooth flow and hips for days. And I don't eat no bunions. That junk's gross."
Jackson laughs at the woman’s bravado. "Heh your attitude always cracks me up! You know, i'd love you to meet my older sisters. She's supposed to be dropping by this deal soon. I think you two would really hit it off..." He says, very obviously implying that he was trying to set her up with his older sister - which sounded crazy to Becca as Jackson here had to be at least 50. Ned, weirded out, heads for the snack table, grabbing a beer and downing it. Becca cranes her neck, snickering.
"Wow, slow down there Nguyen. You gonna end up blapping worse than Spring Break."
Jackson turns, putting two and two together. "That's RIGHT, you all went to school together didn't you? That's so great that you've all been able to stay so close."
Ned glances over, then nearly spits out his drink. "Becca? What-- why are you a UPS lady? And where'd your hair go?"
The brown haired teen quickly runs a hand through her hair, jaw clenching in anger. "The fuck? Who messed up my locks?"
Jackson cocks his head. "What do you mean? You've been wearing that look for a couple years now. You said it kept things simple and cool. I like it!"
But Becca isn't listening. She's so incensed, she doesn't feel the gentle pressure as an athletic brace appears around her left knee.
Across the room, the digital clock clicks up, stopping on 2058 and glowing blue.
At the table, Ned suddenly freezes, his beer nearly slipping through his hand. Jackson reaches out, gently nudging his shoulder.
"Woah, Ned. You okay there, man? Erin's back in her office I think. Why don't you head down there and let her know things are picking up out here."
Ned nods dumbly, slowly walking towards the back. "Picking up. Right. Erin's office."(edited)
Down at her office, Andy leads Erin to what used to be a bedroom but was now an executive suite. "Sooo this is your office."
Erin looks at the door. "Well? Show me in!" She insists.
Andy looks at her bewildered. "I-I don't have access to your office, ma’am. Er. Erin?”
Erin pouts, disappointed. Andy doesn't know what to make of any of this. "Uh... you could always use YOUR hand..." He said pointing at the pad by the door.
Erin curls a strand of her red hair around her finger and giggles. "Oh right! Because it's MY office!" She says putting her hand to the pad. The door slides open. "Ha!" She says pleasantly surprised that it worked.
She runs into the spacious, sleek upscale office in delight. "Woah this is soooo cool!!" She exclaims.
Andy sees Ned coming down the hall and pulls him aside. "Uh... I think your wife is completely blitzed man... how much did she have to drink?"
Back at his desk, Cody’s older woman continues to kiss and caress his chest as he leans back feeling like he’s on cloud nine. After several minutes of this, she pulls away from him with a loud wet smack of their lips and he leans forward for more, his eyes closed and his mouth puckered, before he opens his eyes to find Mia's staring at him. He straightens up, trying to play it cool.
"Oh, uh, hey there...um...babe?"
The blonde snickers, linking arms with Cody before shooting a glare at Mia. "So, how's life on your own, Mia? Must be just like OLD times, huh, before you two got together?"
One desk over, Nora leans over to Ess. "Who's that? Her aura is...intense..." Ess rolls her eyes. "Dawn? Just Cody's newest three-quarters life crisis. I swear, that man's a walking stereotype. First the hot rod electric car, now the girlfriend-- emphasis on girl."
Nora realizes she's having trouble making out her two friends talking. She holds up her glasses and shrugs. "When in Rome." She slips them on, and everything suddenly becomes clear.
Meanwhile Lindsey has taken off the heals she suddenly found herself in and walks barefoot over to Abbie and the receptionist. "Did you finally manage to get pants on or are you still wear... pssk Spanks!" She says giggling.
The receptionist straightens up and looks serious. "Hi Ms. Cassidy! I was just checking in your sister on the guest roster... Would you like me to put your shoes in your office?" She asks helpfully.
The left clock on the wall ticks up to 2042 and glows red.
"I-I have an office?" She asks as the silver haired girl picks up her pumps and leaning over to Abbie whispering again. "Has your sister always been this sarcastic?" She asks as she turns to lead them down the hallway.
"Great! Hopefully it'll have a change of clothes in it that don't belong to some frumpy cow! I'm dying in this thing!" Lindsey says tossing the jacket off of her back and over her arm while following the girl and her sister as she grew a few inches in height and her face loses its baby fat - becoming more mature as she speeds through her 20s.
Nora began to walk over to Mia with Ess in tow as the clock on the left ticked up again, this time to 2083 glowing red again. Suddenly, she felt incredibly tired, each step leaving her out of breath, her legs feeling more and more stiff as her posture began to dwindle. By the time she reached her best friend she was quite shrunken and frail looking but didn’t seem to notice yet. She reached up and put a bony trembling hand on Mia's shoulder. "These are some dark portents." She rasped to her friend. "Ess claims that you and Cody are bitterly divorced."
Ess leans around Nora-- who in her eyes seems to strangely be bent over for some reason-- and waves at the blonde. "Hi there! Ess from accounting. Polly, right? It's so hard to keep the names of all your girlfriends straight, Cody. There's just so many and they're all so blonde!” She winks at Mia in support.
On the wall, the clock on the left suddenly turned a blue hue and dialed back down to 2014 as Cody stiffens and his eyes seem to lose focus.
Mia feels Nora's hand on her shoulder and turns, gasping at what she sees. Where her vibrant red-headed goth bestie had stood there was now a bent over old biddy squinting through a beaded pair of reading glasses and stormy gray-white hair piled on her head.
"Oh my god, Nora, what happened!!? You're ancient!"
"Hm?" Nora rasps, Mia sounding like she was miles away. She blinks several times, trying to focus on her friend as she curled in on herself, her body one massive ache. "I think...I think something's happened..."
Polly laughs. "Oh my, you're Nora? Of course! Mia's high-school support system. Now that's not fair, Mia, calling your friend ancient - I think you both look quite healthy for your age. It can't be easy at-- what is it-- are you 60 now?"
Sitting in an office chair in the middle of them, Cody's eyes snap back into focus. "Holy fuck." He gasps, knees turning to jelly at the hottie on his arm. He can feel her hip rub across his thigh and he shivers.
Cody cranes his head up to stare at Polly's sizable cleavage. "Oh wow.... you're like SO cool..." He says practically drooling.
Polly beams. "Aww thanks baby!" She says leaning down to give him a passionate kiss, while keeping eye contact with Mia."
Mia is trying to figure out what happened to Nora who now looks like an old woman from a fairy tale. But seeing this older woman Polly make-out with Cody and rub it in her face felt really uncomfortable.
Cody had a huge grin on his face as Polly finishes the kiss. "Can... can I touch your boobies!?" He blurts out.
This causes Polly to look at him with embarrassed surprised and the other women to stifle laughs, despite how weird everything was getting for Mia and Nora.
Ned rubs the temple of his nose for a moment outside of Erin’s door thinking about what he was going to do if she was out of control drunk. He takes a deep breath finally and stands as straight as he can then rings the door.
"Um come in?" Erin's young voice calls.
The door slides open and Erin is sitting in a comfortable executive chair, leaning back with her shoes off. Her bare feet and legs laying across her desk as she holds a pen between her fingers like it's a cigar and grins as Ned comes in.
"Welcome to my world!" She says with a giggle flourishing her hand across the large office like she's Wily Wonka presenting his chocolate factory.
Ned nods with a polite smile. "I um... brought your drink dear." He says holding out the cocktail.
"'Dear?' Oh my god! You're totally my husband!" She says giggling at the thought.
Ages - Physical / Mental MIA: 18 18 CODY: 18 14 LINDSEY: 18 18 NORA: 83 18 NED: 18 58 ABBIE: 18 18 ERIN: 18 18 BECCA: 18 18
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Post by VioletJames on Oct 10, 2019 14:38:02 GMT -6
I hope this shall continue!
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Post by timewarpee on Oct 10, 2019 14:59:07 GMT -6
I think it might be fun to see pictures of our cast of characters in middle and old age
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Post by spyguy on Oct 14, 2019 20:16:57 GMT -6
By the time Lindsey and Abbie had followed the receptionist down to Lindsey's office Lindsey was almost double her sister’s age and quite a few pounds heavier. She had swelled once she reached her 30s and though not especially fat in the grand scheme of things, the fact was that he had gone from a thin, tiny teenager to a slightly overweight middle-aged adult woman. She had a slight double chin and chipmunk cheeks and she was no longer swimming in her suit but rather it seemed to fit her pretty snugly now.
"Here you are, Ms. Cassidy." The silver haired girl who now looked young enough to be Lindsey's daughter gestured to the door.
Lindsey put her pastier hand on the pad and the door slid open. A light came on automatically. That’s when Lindsey… screamed.
Looking around the office it looked like it had been decorated by Strawberry Shortcake... if Strawberry Shortcake had been a crazy, middle-aged cat lady. Everything was pink and white and cutesy. There were ceramic cat statues everywhere as well as cat magnets, cat print upholstery and cat posters - oh there were some of the most generic, trite cat posters you could think of lining the walls as digital images.
Abbie burst out laughing. "Oh my god! Nice office Lindz!"
"This can't be my office!" Lindsey said clearing her throat as her voice sounded low and pghlemy.
"Well, you DO love pink!" Abbie says flipping a tuft of her sisters pink highlighted mane. That’s when she went wide-eyed and noticed that her sister now looked like a weird, punky clone of their mom. "Holy..."
Lindsey turned around, her slightly plump 40-something year old face looking indignant. "What? What now!?"
Abbie reaches over and grabs a mirror with a fluffy pink frame and holds it up to Lindsey.
"You know how I got shrunk? Well...you got...bigged..."
The face staring back at Lindsey was in its early 40s, with lines around the eyes and mouth, while her blonde/pink hair was slowly starting to dull. The wrinkle damage wasn't so bad, thanks to the extra weight she had been putting on, but that meant her softer, pudgier features looked completely at home in her workplace outfit.
"Eeeeeeek! Oh my god! My face! I look like mom! And my piercings! They look so-- so LAME!"
Indeed her nose and eyebrow piercings looked ridiculous for a woman her age, as did her frenetic, pink tinged hair and party makeup.
In the corner, the silver-haired receptionist edged towards the door.
"You two...uh...take your ticks. I'm going to jet back to the party unless there's anything else, Miss Cassidy?"
Lindsey doesn't hear the intern leave, too busy puling her cheeks back to see if her teen self was still visible at all. When she sees it’s no use she collapses in her special 'lower back support' chair that literally makes a meow sound when she sits in it.
She jumps up and winces as her back protests then looks down to make sure she didn't sit on an actual cat. When she sees that the chair is empty she sits back down, only to hear it meow again.
"God what a fucking nightmare. I need like a shit ton of Molly right now!" She grumbles slumping into the chair.
Down the opposite hallway in the executive office, Erin hopped out of her chair and took the cocktail from Ned's hand. "Thank you, honey." she smiles, giggling as she sips her drink then coughs.
"Wow! This is pretty strong, Ned."
He takes the drink back, nervous. "Oh darn, I thought I told Jackson to mix it just how you liked. He must've messed up the instructions I wrote out. I'm so sorry, honey bear."
Erin laughs. "Wow. Honey bear? That's kind of adorable...but also a little creepy. We're not, actually married, you know. This is, like, a dream or something. Right?"
But Ned isn't laughing. He goes pale. "What do you mean, baby? Are-- are you saying we're done? Over? Was it something I did? What did I say?" Ned pulls at his collar, breath coming in gulps as his heart started to pound. The teenager was having a mild panic attack.
Back up front, Nora was having trouble keeping track of the conversation between all these people. She grips Mia’s arm tightly, her newly gnarled bony hands digging in like claws. "Did that boy just ask to touch her boobies, Mia?" She rattles, a little too loudly.
Mia pats Nora on the arm. "That boy's Cody, Nora."
The old woman shakes her head, growing more confused. "No no, that can't be true. His aura is much too young for that."
Cody puffs up his chest. "I know you are, but what am I!" He sticks out his tongue at Nora who just squints back.
Polly looks at Cody, confused and clears her throat as if to signal for him not to make a fool out of her then she fluffs her trendy 2050s hairstyle with her well manicured hand and gives a catty smile to Nora, Ess and Mia. "You still believe in 'aura's and astrology and all that hocus pocus? Oh right, you were born in the 20th century, of course you do." She says with a smirk.
"Hey! We were born in 2000!" Mia corrects her, though she thinks that Nora looks like she might have lived through World War II at the moment.
Polly makes a face.”It's okay. I mean, you’re a product of your times. Codybear and I just live a more science-based modern lifestyle." She says squeezing the teen’s hand.
"When were you born?" Nora asks in a trembling voice.
Polly looks at her sympathetically, she clearly seemed to be addled. “2025, ma'am." She says with a smile.
"Only a few years older than your oldest DAUGHTER..." Ess says loudly looking at Cody as if to underscore how he's robbing from the cradle.
The young man with the 8th grade mind looked up at Polly amazed. "WOAH! You're from the future!?" He asks with a huge grin on his face like he just won the girlfriend jackpot.
Polly looked at the boy concerned. "Cody hun? Are you feeling okay? Let's go get you some water!" She says worried that the older man was having a stroke or something.
"Aw, I wanted to make out some more." He whines.
She gives him a look with a twinkle in her eye. "If you're up for it."
"Race ya to the kitchen!" He says as he jumps up and runs toward the refreshments.
Polly turns back to the women. "See? He just needed a partner who could... keep up." She says running after him playfully.
Mia turns to Nora and then looks at Ess. "Wait! Did you say we have a daughter close to her age? Nuh uh! Our kids... or Cody's kids... or the stupid kids in this picture are like little - like younger than me... I mean younger than high school age!" She says showing Ess the pic.
Ess furrows her brow. "Mia... are you sure you're feeling okay too? That picture’s over 15 years old..."
In Erin's office the teenage girl in the sensible skirt and blouse approaches Ned sympathetically. "Ned are you all right? I mean how can we be done? We haven't gone on a single date..." She says as the teenage boy in the crinkles button up shirt and tie bends down to put his heads between his legs and tries to breath.
"Oh god... Oh I knew this day would come. You want to get a divorce." He looks up, his face flush red. "I'm begging you - pleeeease don't do this! I'll do anything! Just don't leave me!"
Erin giggles nervously at the boy begging in front of her not to get a divorce. "You're uh really committing to this bit huh..." She pauses for a minute getting a bit of a high from the devotion in Ned's eyes.
"Anything you say?" The redhead asks, her lips curing into a grin.
"Anything! I'm a slave to your heart!" Ned says reaching out to grab her hand.
"Well then... kiss my feet slave." She orders with an excited grin practically bouncing with anticipation wondering if he'll actually carry the joke on far enough to do it!
Ned immediately sets down his drink and drops to his knees. He quickly slips off one of her shoes. "Anything you say, honey."
Erin raises her eyebrows, nervous. She didn't expect him to go this far. "Ned, no, c'mon I was--"
Before she can finish, he's pecking at her toes with his lips with practiced care. She gasps. "Oh my God, Ned. T-t-that feels fucking amazing!"
He's already working his way up to her heels, and she doesn't know what to do. On the one hand, this is completely crazy, but on the other, it's driving her-- well-- completely crazy! Shivering, she leans back, letting the sensations wash over her.
At the snack table, Cody slides to a stop and starts shoving chips in his mouth. He points to a punchbowl.
"Is thith goth boozth in ith?" he mumbles, through chips. Jackson turns. "Yeah, Erin said it was okay to keep things a little casual this time."
Cody quickly scoops punch into a cup. "Awthome!"
Jackson leans over to Becca. "You'd think he wouldn't be hitting the alcohol so hard after that mess with Mia at the Christmas party last year."
Before Becca can find out more, Jackson lights up and waves at the door. "There's my sister, Sarah. Hey! Over here! "
The teen turns to find an attractive but much older black woman in her 60s, gray and brown hair hanging in coils down her back over a dark, plaid dress. "Sorry I'm late, Jackson. These new library interns still need me to hold their hands for sorting."
She peers over her glasses at Becca and grins, holding out a hand. "I'm Sarah. You must be Becca, right? Jackson didn't tell me you were so cute."(edited)
Becca gave a sideways look at Sarah like 'the fuck is this’ then decided since Jackson had been so nice to her she couldn't be a total bitch to his sister. She takes the older woman’s hand lightly. "Becca, 'sup?" She says sizing the lady up to see what kind of creeper she was.
Jackson picks up on the momentary awkwardness and interjects. "Uh Becca here is the friend I told you about that was listening to old 6ix9ine beats on her busted up iphone." He says with a chuckle.
Sarah grins. "Ah! Yeah!" The retirement age woman says excitedly remembering the artist. "Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip, got that super soaker," She begins reciting the artist's song Fefe causing Becca to join in with her. The both together go: "Hit that, she a fefe her name is keke, she eat my dick like it's free, free!" As they sway their bodies to the beat in their head.
Becca looks surprised and impressed at the woman who was older than her own parents. "You know Fefe?" she asks thinking no one under 30 who wasn't named Snoop Dog knew who 6ix9ine was.
"Girl that shit was my JAM in college! He did that video with my girl Nicki!... you know, I just saw her comeback tour over the summer. She's still got the booty... too bad it takes up the whole stage and she don't need to drop it to have it touch the floor though!" Sarah laughs.
"Nicki... Minaj?" Becca asks, a little jealous that this woman got to see her in concert. She had wanted to go to the music festival Nicki Minaj had been a headliner at this summer but her parents had ground her when they found joints in her panty drawer.
"Of course! What other Nicki is there? Have you heard her new single - 7 & 7 about turning 77?" Sarah asks excited to talk music with a fellow old hip hop lover.
Cody meanwhile has downed his drink and was getting a little tipsy in the corner of the kitchen as Polly played with his hair. He stares at her cleavage some more and then asks. "Polly... do you like, LIKE me... I mean like LIKE-like me?"
"Of course I do stud! I've liked you since the day you hired me!" She says kissing him on the lips again.
He grins and giggles. "I hired you? For like sex stuff?" He says giggling at the notion again.
Polly shakes her head vehemently. "No, no, no darling... you hired me as a babysitter remember?" She asks worrying that he was suddenly forgetting things.
"You were my babysitter!?" Cody asked, his eyes wide. Wait until the other guys in his 8th grade class hear that he made out with his smoking hot former baby-sitter. He was living the DREAM!
Polly furrows her brow. "No! Of course not! What? How would that even make se- I was your kids’ baby sitter remember? When I was in high... you know what? It doesn't matter. You're drunk... i'm drunk... this party is a snooze-fest, your ex-wife is in the next room probably complaining about me to her frumpy friends... let's find somewhere quiet to get our minds off all this huh?" She purrs walking her fingers up Cody's chest.
Cody hick-ups and looks at her chest with a cross-eyed grin. "I can squeeze your boobies?" He asks greedily.
"I'll let you do way more than that stud." She purrs thinking that this would be a new thing that might be a little fun. They usually played daddy/schoolgirl scenarios, but Cody seemed insistent on acting like a horny adolescent today, and she was happy play along.
"You mean like.... I could touch your butt!?" He asks trying to stifle giggles.
"Come on and let mama show you what you can do..." Polly purrs and she pulls him by the hand to find an empty room.
Erin's eyes were rolling back into her pretty head as Ned's lips and tongue grazed the soft skin of her foot.
She quickly backed up and hopped onto her desk, kicking the other shoe off and wiggled both sets of toes at her 'husband' enticing him to kneel before her.
Erin had always known that her feet were particularly sensitive to the touch. In fact for a while she had believed that she had given herself an orgasm once when she was 14 by rubbing moisturizer on them. This, she has been told recently by friends who had actually experienced sex, was almost definitely not the case. But that her feet were an erogenous zone for her that sent tingles of pleasurable sensation through her body the way some people react to pressure on their nipples or stroking behind the ears.
Erin had basically become secretly obsessed with the idea of a guy kissing her feet. She had never looked at any porn before. But she kept a secret copy of Thunderball on DVD, the 1966 James Bond Film. In it there was a scene where Sean Connery kissed french actress Claudine Auger's feet one a beach, and Erin would watch it during her 'naughty alone time'.
But since Erin was so uptight about anything sexual of any kind and felt like her foot thing would make her sound like a weirdo freak - she had never actually experienced these fantasies first hand before.
But now here she was, sitting on a desk - HER desk, with a boy pretending to be her husband, kneeling before her and treating her feet like she was an actress in a Tarantino film. She was in heaven. She moaned loudly at the sensation of his mouth on her insole and cried out. "Say my name! Say... Say that you love me and say my name!" She commanded.
"I love you Erin!" Ned said breathlessly as he tenderly kissed the top of her left foot.
She gripped the desk and arched her back. “YEEEEEESSSS!!!"
Ages - Physical / Mental MIA: 18 18 CODY: 18 14 LINDSEY: 18 18 NORA: 83 18 NED: 18 58 ABBIE: 18 18 ERIN: 18 18 BECCA: 18 18
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Post by VioletJames on Oct 14, 2019 20:33:20 GMT -6
Great chapter, spyguy!!
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Post by spyguy on Oct 16, 2019 16:54:23 GMT -6
Thanks for all the kind feedback, everyone! Always happy to hear what people are enjoying! Let's keep this crazy party chugging along... Meanwhile, in the sales office, Ess watches as Polly tries and fails to stealthily pull Cody into the copy room. She shakes her head, tutting slightly. "Jayzee, I can't believe those two! You did the world a solid dumping that noob's ass, Mia. If you don't mind me saying" The young woman pats Mia on the shoulder.
"Yeah. Right. So we were married? With a family?" Mia asks, looking down at the photos again.
"For, like, 20 years. You did a great job with those girls. You must be so proud of Heather getting that PhD! Isn't the ceremony in a couple weeks?"
Mia's thoughts are spinning, trying to keep up. "PhD? Oh. Wow! That's... amazing..."
Nora meanwhile, thin arms shaking, starts to breathe heavily. "What's happening? Where are we?"
"We're still at the party, Nora. " Mia replies with a look of worry,
Nora scratches her chin with a stiff finger feeling the couple stray scraggly white hairs growing from it. "Whose party? Is it a birthday? You know, I was born under the sign of the twins!"
She rubs her side with a wince. "Oof, but that feels so long ago...so long..." Mia looks at her wrinkled friend, putting a supportive hand on her back. "You were born 18 years ago jellybean! in 2000!" She insists to her elderly friend, worried about how confused Nina appeared to be getting.
"You mean 59 years ago... 2000 was 59 years ago." Ess corrects helpfully worried about how confused Mia seemed to be - seeing Cody with his trophy girlfriend seemed to have clearly rattled her.
In the kitchen Becca shakes her head at the older black woman. "Nah. You sayin' Nicki dropped an album I didn't know about? No way."
"Oh girl, you gotta! She may be getting up there but she still knows how to lay to sickest lyrics. None of these young, so called "rappers" can get close!" Sarah laughs, and Becca finds herself laughing with her. She seemed...nice. And definitely the coolest old lady she'd ever hung out with. Not like her grams who was all stiff and smelled like mothballs.
"Hold on, you have to hear this..." Sarah reaches into a purse and pulls out a smooth glass square. She straightens her glasses, and starts wiping at the transparent surface.
"Woah. What's that thing?" Becca asks, leaning over her exposed shoulder. Sarah waves a hand.
"It's the new Appdroid. Jackson made me upgrade this year. I miss the old Iphones but he keeps saying I have to keep up, even after the merger."
Sarah holds the phone up a little, seeming to have trouble seeing the transparent glowing type, but after a few swipes she grins. "Here we go...aaaaand...play!"
Becca listens as, lo and behold, a brand new Nicki Minaj track begins to play. The teen can't help herself, slowly swaying to the beat, starting to get into it as the frailer sounding voice lays down some quavering lyrics about getting old in the 2050s. It was super weird, but also... super good?
Back in the hallway, the silver haired receptionist quickly closes Lindsey's office door and rushes down the hall, nearly running headlong into Andy, who's ear was pressed against Erin's office wall. The girl's eyes narrow as her holo earrings flicker. "ZMG, Andy, what're you doing? You have a drive loose or what?" But Andy holds up a finger and hisses. "Shhhh, Zee! The Nguyens are getting fucking weird in there!"
Zee rolls her eyes and grabs Andy by the collar, pulling him back towards the party. "Ugh, all these Outdateds are acting extra glitch tonight. Leave them alone, you perv."
"No, Zee! It was just getting gooooood!" Andy whimpers, the smaller but stronger intern more than a match for his out of shape frame as the two left the weirdness of their bosses behind.
Ned looks up at Erin, eyes desperate and pleading. "You're happy, right? I do everything I can to support you in your dream to finally run this place."
Erin grips a stapler in one hand and an ergonomic mouse in the other, biting her lips in anticipation. "Less talking, Ned. More toe sucking."
"Is it the baking blog? I can pull back on posting. Find more time for you and me, only I figured you didn't need that as much on account of all the late nights--"
Erin sighs, opening her eyes. Ned-- sweet, dumb Ned in his ill-fitting gray suit-- looks up at her like some small, helpless, furry animal. "And now you ruined it, Ned. Way to make it fucking weird with your sad dad routine."
"Dad? But we don't have kids, honey bear, seeing as how you always said they'd interfere with your career--"
"Ugh! Enough!" Erin exhales, hopping off the desk. "You can drop the roleplay or whatever. I'm over it. Where are my shoes?"
In the kitchen Becca bops along as she listens to the song:
That craggy bitch Kim shoutin' at me on twitter Takin shots at my booty cause that granny was bitter Took my heart medication feeling light as a feather but my thritis’ actin’ up so I knew there'd be weather. Shuffling down the sidewalk tryin to remember a beat When a handsome young man came to help me cross the street. The teen postal worker tosses her hand up in the air, feeling it. "Daaaamn Nicki sounds hella old but that was a sick dis to... Kim Kardashian?"
"Yeah she's still burned about something Senator Kardashian said on the neural media." Sarah says with a laugh. She checks Becca out again and notices some tattoos peaking out from under her sleeves. "You show me your tattoos and i'll show you mine..." She says with a knowing smile.
In Lindsey’s pink kitty covered office Abbie looks at the digital nameplate on her sister's desk. "Lindsey Cassidy - Head of Human Resources". She sinks into a chair across from her (now) much older sister. "Congrats, sis. You grew up into a narc! A frumpy, cat loving, middle-aged busybody who probably stays home and watches PBS instead of going out and raving." She leans back in her chair, putting her smooth, teenage legs up on the table and smirks. "What's it feel like to be a has-been?"
Lindsey frowns, her older features coming across like a disappointed mother. "This can't be right. I've gotta have a stash somewhere..." She starts opening drawers, rifling through cute calendars, pink colored office accessories, and file folders. "Ah ha!" She pulls out a baggie marked "Contraband", inside which are a bunch of joints and lighters. She unzips the bag with her wearier hands and pops a joint in her mouth, then tries flicking the lighter on, her thicker fingers struggling. Abbie laughs.
"Wow! You're going full 'Desperate Housewife', huh? How risque!"
In the main office, Nora cranes her aching neck, pruny lips grim as she strains to hear. "Mia," she rasps, "don't you hear that ticking?"
Tick---tick---tick---tick---
Hollow and faint as it was, it was there, and the ancient ex-teen could feel its rhythm in her achey, and stiffening bones. Mia pats her on the hand, convinced her once vibrant but spooky friend has just gone completely senile like her great grandmother. "Nora, we're going to fix this. I promise! You'll be young again in no time, jellybean. Are you listening?"
Nora shuffles away, white hair bobbing along, pointing at the wall with a clawlike hand. "It's coming from this way..." Ess downs the rest of her drink. "This isn't fair. Cody can't wind you two up like this." She nods, pumping herself up. "Yeah, I'm doing it."
"Doing what?" Mia asks, gently steering a shuffling Nora back.
"We're taking this to HR."
"Wait - taking WHAT to HR? Cody's fine! He's good! He can sleep with passive-aggressive older blonde... who are really passive-aggressive much younger blondes, if he wants!" Mia calls after Ess but the young woman isn't listening. She's just tapping away at her wrist with a look of angry determination. Mia didn't want to get Cody in any trouble - yeah he had been kind of a jerk but he was still her friend and in her opinion hadn't done anything offensive. "Hey wait up!" She called after Ess rushing to follow her. She grabbed Nora's wrinkled arm and tugged her along.
The elderly hippie shuffled behind reluctantly but kept looking back toward the wall, pointing a crooked finger. "But the clock... it’s about to do something..." She mumbles as the three of them rush towards the HR department.
Ages - Physical / Mental MIA: 18 18 CODY: 18 14 LINDSEY: 18 18 NORA: 83 18 NED: 18 58 ABBIE: 18 18 ERIN: 18 18 BECCA: 18 18
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