The closet door opened as the naked 120 year old Isabella and 17 year old Queefer laid on the floor shielding their eyes as light burst into the small space. Standing over them was Mrs. Denise, the middle-aged school nurse. She had her hands on her hips and looked absolutely bewildered by what she had discovered.
"What is going on here!?" She screamed.
"I-I- I think i'm going to be sick!" Queefer groaned, gagging and trying to cover himself.
"Oh thanks a lot dude. Way to make a girl feel wanted." Isabella moaned in a raspy shaking voice.
"Noah Keefer! I am horrified young man! What were you doing with this poor old woman!" Mrs. Denise exclaimed trying to help the decrepit former goth chick to her bony arthritic feet.
Queefer wretched again and wimpered.
"It's my fault Nurse Denise... I was the one that initiated things... and to be fair to both of us, I was a LOT younger when we started... you know..." Isabella rattled as the nurse helped her into a waiting wheelchair and covered her shriveled exposed body with a blanket.
"And she's obviously suffering from severe dementia! You're in a lot of trouble young man!" The nurse exclaimed wagging her finger at the teen as he scrambled to get his clothes back on.
"I'm sorry..." Queefer mumbles as he slips his shirt back over his head and takes the nurses hand to help him up.
But as he stood up he began to feel week as he suddenly aged decades in a matter of second. His skin wrinkled and his red hair lightened and fell off his head. His back began to hunch forward as all muscle tone left his limbs and they became skeletal. His clothes swam on the now very old man, hanging loose on his thin elderly frame. His eyes glossed over and became milky as his teeth fell from his mouth. Wrinkled leathery age-spotted skin clung to him in holds as he stumbled forward into the nurse who had been old enough to be the boys mother but now he looked old enough to be the 50-something woman's great-grandfather.
"Ohhhh nooooo." He rasped with trembling hands trying to stay upright as his now frail body leaned against the school nurse.
"Oh you poor old man!" Nurse Denise exclaimed as she caught him and helped the 120-year-old shuffle over to a second wheelchair.
"Oh Noah..." Isabella whispered sympathetically as she watched the elderly former nerd get settled into his chair.
"I don't know how the two of you wandered over here on your own but we've got to get both of you back to the home." The nurse said as she wheeled then down the hall.
"Wait - you can't take us to a nursing home! We don't belong there! We're only teenagers!" Isabella began to protest, attempted to climb out of her chair.
"Now now-" The nurse began to argue the fact of their age with the elderly couple.
But suddenly Isabella began to feel much better and stronger. She quickly stood up from her chair, the blanket falling off her naked body as the wrinkle skin began to tighten and her empty breasts began to refill and rise on her chest. In a matter of moments she went from a decrepit old woman to a spry young teenage girl again. She stood there blushing grabbing the blanket to cover herself quickly.
"Now young lady - the only place you're going is detention until we call your parents and tell them about how you were exposing yourself to this poor old man!" The nurse finished her sentence in a stern tone.
"Aw shit. I can't let that happen either." Isabella said wrapping the blanket around her and turning to run barefoot down the hall.
"Wait - what about me?" Queefer croaked from his chair.
"Sorry dude! I'll come back for you when I have a plan!" The teenager yelled back as she took off around the corner.
Back in the gymnasium Jordyn was riding her scooter over to Zoe as the brunette woman fielded questions from the 'moms'.
"Zoe!" Jordyn loudly whispers to her partner from detention.
"What?" Zoe hisses turning her back on the rest of the group.
"This is like really bad! My whole squads turned into frumpy gossiping soccer moms!" The chubby blonde woman wails.
"What else is new?" Zoe asks bewildered.
"This isn't funny! This is a hot mess." Jordyn insists.
"The only hot mess around here is Katrina over there trying to find ways to take over this meeting from me while constantly talking about her 'healthy eating' as if I don't know that they are all thinly veiled cracks about my weight!" Zoe spat bitterly.
Jordyn gasped, putting a plump hand to her mouth.
"Oh no! You went to the other side didn't you!""If she thinks she's going to be running this 'all-vegan' bakesale she's been pushing then she's got another thing coming or my name isn't Zoe Hartnell!" The matronly woman said pushing up her glasses for effect.
"That sucks so hard! How am I going to convince my girls that we're all supposed to be young if i'm the only one that realizes it!" Jordyn pouts on her Rascal.
Zoe shakes her head, having no idea what Jordyn meant by that statement.
"Okay ladies. Back to order! As president of the PTA I want to open the floor to any general announcements."
As she spoke, Zoe's body began to shed weight rapidly as her skin smoothed and looked healthier. Her bingo wings vanished and her thighs slimmed as her belly sucked in and became flat and her breasts shrunk and became perky once more. Her face became fresh and cute again as she slipped back through her 30s into her 20s and finally became a teenager once more.
"Ladies?" She asked again in a high pitched girly voice.
"Aww isn't she adorable. She's going to be class president for sure this year!" A thin, severe looking woman said clapping.
"Is that supposed to be a joke Katrina? I don't find it amusing." The now fresh-faced high-schooler said shooting a dirty look at the middle-aged woman.
Joyce seemed taken aback.
"Honey, that's no way to speak to your mother. Come now, go find your friends and let the adults have our meeting.""Your meeting? YOUR MEETING!?" Zoe began to bellow, getting worked up. She then paused.
"Wait - did you say 'mother'?" She ask feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach.
Jordyn quickly wheeled her scooter in between Zoe and the aged cheerleaders as to avoid further conflict.
"Okay - okay before this gets out of hand we all need to remember that we're all supposed to be high school girls! We're not the Parent-Teacher... what ever the 'A' stands for... we're the cheerleading team!" The fat woman exclaimed passionately.
The ladies all looked at one another and burst out laughing.
"Oh that's a good one Jordyn! Those days are long behind us! I imagine most of us wouldn't even be able to fit into our old uniforms!" Katrina said with a condescending chuckle.
"I want to know why this shrew called herself my mother! We're the same age!" Zoe said poking out from behind Jordyn and pointing at the older woman accusingly.
Katrina smirked at the other 'mothers'.
"Teenage rebellion... am I right?"The other women all laughed and rolled their eyes, beginning to share their own stories about unruly adolescents.
"C'mon girls! We're not the parents of wild teens - WE'RE the wild teens! Madison you and I snuck out in your brothers car to go to a concert last weekend! And Emma you mom also pulled you off the squad because she found pot in your panty drawer! And Trinity you told me yesterday that your parents would kill you if they found out about ANY of the guys you're currently dating." Jordyn began to plead but suddenly began to feel funny.
The weight quickly melted off of her but unlike with Zoe nothing firmed or toned, instead loose skin hung in folds off her aged body as her blonde hair went snowy white and thinned. Her eyesight was getting blurry and she suddenly felt frail as her scooter morphed into a wheelchair with an oxygen tank attached.
"and Bec-ah yoo woh-" She tried to continue but her teeth felt loose as dentures appeared to slide out of her mouth and onto her lap. The elderly woman shot a veiny hand up to her gummy mouth to confirm that she was toothless.
"Aw syit!" She cursed looking down at her shriveled ancient body.
"Oh miss Jordyn, it was nice of you to visit with us today but you must be tired, let's get you back over to the home!" Couch Jennifer said.
"It was so nice to meet you Miss Jordyn! I can't believe you used to coach our dear Coach Jennifer's mother back when she went here in the 1940s!" One of the women said with a smile, gently shaking the 120 year old's bony hand.
"Oh my gawd, dat's like so wong!" Jordyn mumbled shaking her head.
"Miss Jordyn's visit reminds me - where do we stand on letting the residents of the nursing home next door use the school's field for recreation? I'm worried it could be a liability..." Katrina said to the other women.
"Wait - the seniors are using the schools field?" Zoe asked confused.
"Don't worry about it sweety." Katrina said giving Zoe a patronizing pat on the head.
In the locker room Kimberly was having similar trouble trying to convince her team that weird things were happening.
"Coach! You're really like in your 50s!" The old woman explained.
The now youthful teen smirked at her former protege.
"Uhhhhh do I look anywhere CLOSE to being 50?"Sammy, the blonde girl holding the coaches hand gave Kimberly a dirty look.
"Yeah Matty's a teen like the rest of us! Unlike you granny!"Kimberly seemed to straighten up a little, her hair darkened but remained grey and a few wrinkles lifted from her face as she slipped back into her 60s.
"Dude! Sammy! We've played video games at my house every saturday since we were like 7!" Kimberly said sounding hurt.
"Uh I think you're confused ma'am!" Fiona, the raven haired girl said politely.
"Ma'am i'm not a ma'am Fiona! I'm your friend, Kimberly... I'm... now what was I doing again?" Kimberly asked wetting her lips and putting a finger to her wrinkled chin.
"Okay I think it's time to go Miss Kimberly." Danae the now middle-aged black woman said crossing her arms.
But before anyone moved suddenly Fiona and Sammy found themselves decades older. The two 70-something women, still dressed in their ill-fitting lacrosse uniforms looked at each other's wrinkled faces and screamed. Teen coach Matthews saw that her hand was now entwined with the veiny gnarled hand of a senior citizen and recoiled.
"She's telling the truth!" Fiona gasped.
"Aw dude! I'm sorry I called you a granny Kim." Sammy said horsely looking down at her own wizened body.
"You called me a granny? But I don't have any grandchildren..." Kimberly responded confused.
"We have to find a way to fix this!" Fiona wined feeling the loose skin under her neck.
The rest of the group looked at each other confused.
"What are these old ladies talking about?" One girl asked.
Then as if in response the rest of the team aged up into their 70s. All of them went grey and their smooth young faces weathered and wrinkled. They all remained in their uniforms - some had gained weight through middle age and now had saggy flabby bodies that were bursting out of their shorts and tops while others had remained thin and lost muscle tone in their senior years, their outfit hanging loose off their bony old frames.
Danae aged as well. Her hair became more uniformly grey and her arms sagged into loose flabby wings as her breasts flopped down in her jersey onto her wrinkly gut.
The old women all looked at one another in astonishment for a moment before all returning back to chatting about practice. Some old women were horseplaying with one another while others were laughing about how their uniform must have shrunk when their mom did the laundry. Others were talking about the high schoolers that they made out with over the weekend. The only ones that didn't seem to think this was normal were Fiona, Sammy and Kimberly.
Kimberly rubbed the arthritic joints in her hands while looking around at all the elderly women dressed like teenage lacrosse players.
"Did I join a seniors league and forget about it?" She asked out loud.
Fiona and Sammy just looked at one another.
"This is bad..." Fiona whispered.
"Okay ladies! Enough messing around! Let's hit the field and put in some solid effort out there!" The teenage Coach Matthews barked blowing her whistle.
The old women all grumbled but obliged as they grabbed their gear and began to shuffle out to the field. Some of them were complaining about feeling weak and exhausted while others were mentioning sudden back pain that had just crept up. One girl was even using her lacrosse stick like a cane because her legs felt shaky.
"Enough belly aching girls! You're only in your teens! Wait until you get to be my age!" Coach Matthews shouted at the old women, patting her flat stomach under her perky breasts.
Finally, over in the cafeteria ex-Principal Victoria Cross sat on the corner of a lunch table looking really annoyed and disgruntled, painting her finger nails as the elderly former delinquent Ripper snored into a bowl of pudding.
"God, this would be so much more fun if we were teens again!" The middle aged woman grumbled.