In the hall Kimberly strutted along, twirling her whistle and shaking her head at the fact that Principal Hartnell was wasting her time putting up with crazy old bats like Jordyn Bambert.
The passed a trophy case in the hallway and stopped to look at it for a moment - not realizing that her reflection showed a woman 6 years older than she thought herself to be. Her hair had a few strands of gray now and her mid-section was a bit doughier, her cheeks a little more slack. The 50-year-old athletics coach rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the trophies with her name of them thinking back to her glory days when she was a young fresh-faced 3-sport athlete for the school. She remembered how her trim teenage body filled out her lacrosse uniform in all the right places and then slapped her gut and shook her head.
"Those were the days... " She said with a grunt and turned to continue down the hallway.
She aged another 5 years to 55 as she walked past the bank of lockers lining the hall. More grey sprinkled through her brown hair and the lines deepened on her face. The skin of her neck began to loosen and bunch under her chin. Her chest sloped lower in her track jacket and her ass also began to sag and jiggle as she strolled down the hall. She felt an aching in her back and stopped to rub it.
As she looked to the side she saw a pair of freshmen making out in the gap between the locker banks. They were both clearly inexperienced - the boy had a rat-stache growing in on his upper lip but was otherwise fresh-faced and the girl had braces - but the young couple was clearly into one another as they sucked each others faces and swirled their tongues together making kissy noises.
"Hey! You two! Not in the halls!" Kimberly said authoritatively and the two teens looked at her with surprise and scattered.
Kimberly chuckled to herself, shaking her head thinking about the days when she was a teenager sneaking off to make-out with her own crushes in these halls. The now 58-year-old scratched her dimpled ass in her sweat pants. 'When was the last time she had gotten laid?' She thought. It had been ages. She put all her energy into her girls on her team. Coaching a winning team was as good as sex wasn't it?
The grey spread more uniformly through her hair and her cheeks now hung below her jaw line as a mix of laugh and worry lines deepened on her face. She still kept some muscle-tone as she reached 60 but nothing was firm or smooth anymore. Her strut had turned into a bit of a gait as her knees began to bother her. She reached down with a groan to rub them with her veiny hand before straightening back up slowly and plodding on down toward the gym.
As she passed the History classroom she glanced inside to see old Mrs. Fillmore droning on to a very bored looking male student about the importance of education while the boy took a make-up test. The old teacher was a gray-haired woman with an incredibly wrinkled, spindly body and horn-rimmed glasses that wore ankle-length dresses that looked like they were out of the Victorian era. She had a habit of falling asleep during class and smelled of mothballs and sickly-sweet floral douche. Kimberly remembered having Mrs. Fillmore back in her high school days and she had been old even back THEN!
"History has a nasty habit of repeat itself if you don't learn... if you don't.... eh? What was I saying again?" The elderly teacher croaked.
The boy shook his head and sighed.
"I have no idea Mrs. Fillmore." He mumbled, annoyed that he had to stay after school for this.
'Some teachers just don't know when to move on' Kimberly thought as she continued to shuffle down the hallway. 'You're over 65 - retire already!' She imagined saying to colleagues like Mrs. Fillmore or Mrs. Kryton the roly-poly former hippie in the science department.
As Kimberly reached for the door to the gym she began to feel exhausted. Man, that walk from the library to the gym never used to feel this long before. She stopped to catch her breath as some white hairs worked their way through her grey and skin was looking looser on her sinewy body. Her legs felt heavier as she lifted her sneaker to take a step into the gym.
The 65-year-old coach looked over with droopy squinting eyes to see a gaggle of cheerleaders standing in formation in their skirts and pom poms. A 30-something woman with brown hair and blonde high was standing in front of them in spandex capri's and a pull-over.
"Okay girls hold for a minute and let Coach Dawson come through." The woman, coach Jennifer instructed her cheerleaders.
"Oh don't worry about me - i'm just headed to my office to get ready for practice." Kimberly said in a horse voice and then coughed a little thinking that her voice sounded kind of weird.
"You're the hardest working lady at this school!" Coach Jennifer said with a wink and then turned to the group.
"Girl, let's hear a big thank you to Coach Dawson for everything she's done for the athletics department here!" She prompts.
"Thanks Coach Dawson!!" The girls all say in unison, giggling.
Kimberly girls an appreciative, but uncomfortable smile at the group and waves to them as she walks haltingly through the gym.
"That woman gave me the inspiration to become a coach when I was your age." Kimberly overheard Coach Jennifer saying to the cheerleaders.
'That's a weird thing to say.' Kimberly thought. 'I'm only a few years older than Jennifer. I didn't realize she looked up to me like that.'
"Does anyone know when Jordyn is going to be done with detention!?" She hears Jennifer asking the girls as Kimberly struggles to open the heavy door to the locker room.
When she managed to pull it open and stumble through she aged another 5 years. Now her face was quite wrinkled. Her breasts were beginning to lose form in her top and hang like fried eggs on her chest. Her bony limbs were making her clothes appear quite baggy on her elderly frame as stopped to catch her breath again.
"Wow, i'm beat. I wonder if i'm coming down with a cold!" She said out loud.
"Surprise!!!!" A group of voices called to her.
She looked up squinting in the center of the locker room at the 8 or 9 female students and 50-something year old Coach Matthews who were gathered around under a banner that said 'Happy Retirement Coach Dawson!'
"What the hell? What's this?" Kimberly asked thinking this was a weird practical joke.
Coach Matthews came over and gave the old woman a big hug.
"I wish you all the best Kim. I'm really sorry to see you go. You've been quite a mentor to me over the years." The middle-aged woman said with a tear in her eye.
"But - you're older than me!" Kimberly said baffled.
Coach Matthews smiled wiping the tear away.
"Heh. I'm really going to miss that sense of humor.""Would you like cake Coach Dawson?" A pretty Korean-American girl asked dressed in a lacrosse uniform and handing Kimberly a slice of angel food cake on a paper plate.
Kimberly looked at the plate and then at the girl.
"Fiona, if we all eat cake right now we're going to be throwing it all up over the field during practice."The girls all laughed at the comment.
"I think considering the occasion we're rescheduling practice today." Coach Matthews says with a smile.
"I know I mean you've been at this school what 45 years? Damn!" A muscular black girl with long braided hair says to Kimberly, patting her on the shoulder.
Kimberly staggered at the girls pat. Normally Danae wasn't so strong but for some reason Kimberly was feeling like a strong gust of wind might topple her over.
She smirked at the girl.
"How could I be teaching at this school for 45 years when I'm only 44?" She asked seriously putting her hands on her bony wrinkled hips.
The group all laughed again thinking that she was joking.
"So like what are you going to do now that you're leaving us? Are you like going to join a senior rugby league or something?" A girl with platinum blonde hair shaved on the sides asked with a smirk.
"I-I don't know Sammy... I think I need to sit down." Kimberly responded bewildered.
The girls, looking concerned, swooped in and took the old woman by the arms, gently guiding her to a bench.
Danae grabbed her some water and handed it to her and Kimberly took a drink and looked at her team - which in reality were really her teammates.
"How... how old am I?" She asked them fearfully.
Back in the library Zoe was admonishing her 'assistant principal'.
"Why are your clothes all disheveled? Where have you been? Dr. Cross this is highly unprofessional..." Zoe said in a bewildered voice.
The 50-year-old blonde looked at her reflection in the glass window next to the entrance and began tucking in her shirt and then saw the big purple hickey on her neck and quickly covered it with her hand.
"Sorry - Sorry Zoe... I mean... Principal Hartnell... I was just uh... um..." She stammered struggling to think of an excuse.
Zoe sighed and tossed up her hands.
"It doesn't matter. Please call for a van to take our guests back to the nursing home.""No!" Queefer shouted in protest.
"It's for the best that I get back to the home deary... it's time for my nap..." Isabella quavered, patting the teen on his arm with her gnarled hand.
"But-" Queefer wracked his brain for an excuse.
"Don't worry! I'll get them where they need to go!" Vicky said, giving a subtle wink to Queefer who let out a sigh of relief.
Jordyn stood up shakily on her cane, licking her thin wrinkled lips she looked to Zoe expectantly.
"What are you going to do about all these books with naughty words in them?!" The old woman demanded.
Zoe looked at her reassuringly as she suddenly began to age another 8 years, lines accentuating on her face.
"It's a real concern. My plan is to -" She began to say as her mind reverted back to it's teenage self. Her facial expression morphed from stern to sarcastic as she finished:
"Have a big wiccan orgy here in the library while we read the steamiest passages of them, you old prude!"Vicky laughed and clapped.
"Well I never!" Jordyn said in a huffy voice putting her hand on her puffy hip.
"I can take it from here Principal Hartnell..." A young sensual voice spoke up.
Everyone turned to see a ravishing 35-year old woman with purple hair and hipster professional attire on. Adult Isabella beamed with confidence and sexuality as she uncrossed her smooth long well-toned legs and stood up. She slipped a note into Queefers hand as she strut across the room, shaking her hips from side to side.
"Oh wow..." Zoe gasped, sounding envious
"Damn girl!" Vicky said, impressed, snapping her fingers.
"Va-va-va-voom! Check out the gams on that broad!" Old Ripper cackled drooling.
Queefer looked down at the note in his hand and the drop-dead-gorgeous bad-ass woman who was walking away from him. He opened it quickly and saw that it said 'Meet me in the English Dept. Supply Closet in half and hour for some extra credit.'
"Hi! I'm Ms. Isabella Hutchinson, head of the school English Department." She said with a voice like candied velvet as she held out her tattooed hand for the elderly woman.
Even old Jordyn looked jealous of this adult woman's confidence, coolness and sex appeal.
"Mrs. Jordyn Peretti." She said hesitantly shaking the younger woman's hand.
Isabella put her arm around the old former cheerleaders hunched shoulders.
"Take a walk with me and let me give you a little tour of this library that we're so proud of and I can give you a quick lesson in whats happened historically in societies where there were massive book restrictions." The purple-haired teacher said with a grin as she lead the old woman into the stacks.
"Is it just me or is Isabella the coolest hottest adult you've ever seen?" Zoe gushed.
"I wouldn't mind buttering her bread!" Ripper rasped with a giggle.
"Gross! Ripper!" Vicky yelled giving the old man a disgusted look.
"Ripper? That's a name I haven't heard in a while. But don't frown girly - I'd happily take a handful of your fanny for dessert! Both of you pretty young ladies!" He said with a lecherous smile.
The two women looked at him with revulsion.
"C'mon man!" Queefer said, suddenly not scared of Ripper now that he was older than his grandfather.
Ripper looked at the redheaded teen.
"Whatsamatter sonny. You can have some too! There's two of 'em! One for each of us!""Ew no! They're both like 50! Just... leave them alone." Queefer said cringing.
Zoe folded her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Thanks Queefer..." She said at the insulting defense.
There was the sound of an old lady screaming followed by Isabella's trembling voice:
"Ah shut up! It's not so bad!""My tits are like - in my lap!" Jordyn wined.
"Yeah, just be glad that you can't see your face." Isabella commented with a wheeze.
"Well... you look like you should be dead by now!" Jordyn retorted.
"Eh, you get used to it." Isabella replied.
Soon two extremely old women wheeled their way over to the group. One was a shrunken, puffy-looking 98-year-old woman with long thin white hair and pink lipstick on her shriveled lips as she sat in a matching pink house coat and fuzzy slippers. An oxygen tank was strapped to the back of the chair and she had tubes up her nose.
The other was a bony decrepit 120 year old who could barely lift her head off her shoulder and was slumped down in her wheelchair dressed in a black and purple robe and slippers, grasping an IV. Faded tattoos up and down her paper-thin wrinkled skin and strands of whispy purple tinted hair on her liver-spotted scalp.
"I'm so old I like, can't even stand up! How am I supposed to cheer like this?" Jordyn quavered.
"You think you have it bad? I just peed my panties..." Isabella croaked in a shrill, labored voice.
"Okay... not ideal... but! I think the majority of us are mentally ourselves again! So maybe it's time to have a little group meeting to get on the same page with one another." Zoe suggested.
"Yeah so that you don't ship our friends off to a nursing home." Vicky said with a smirk.
"I would never!" Zoe protested, offended at the thought.
"You did try..." Queefer backed up his former principal.
"Okay yeah, let's come up with a plan to prevent one of us or someone else from doing *that*... and also brainstorm ways we can make everyone teenagers again." Zoe offered.
"And Isabella 35 again..." Queefer mumbled to himself looking at the note still in his hand.