Post by kingfaraday on Aug 25, 2017 11:10:07 GMT -6
PAYBACK"
Chapter 1- Donna's Dilemma
Donna was a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful indeed. At twenty eight years of age she was a stunning beauty with long dark hair and milky skin that was soft to the touch. From her rosy cheeks to her smooth dainty feet . She had long sexy legs and perky large breasts. Her face had sharp features but stunning and model like. Everything about Donna was perfect, except her personality. Her attitude was absolutely witchy. She treated everyone like garbage, including her own friends and family, especially her nephew, Kyle. She had maried his uncle, a much older man, a few years ago and had two kids with him, and they lived right behind Kyle, so it was misery for him and his little sister, also because Kyle was close to his uncle, and couldn't see him because of her ways. But Kyle had a surprise in store for her.
One day it reached the boiling point for Kyle. The kids were playing outside, his little sister and his cousins, and Donna was griping at them the whole time, complaining and bossing and ordering them around as usual. Even though Kyle hated her picking on them, he knew that if she was on their cases that she was giving him or somebody else a rest. Kyle couldn't understand how somebody as young and obviously beautiful as Donna could be such a hag. Then, her young son Justin, who loved conflict as much as his mother, said something to really fire her up. He called her an old woman. Of course Donna wasn't old and definitely didn't look it, but Kyle thought she was very concientious of her age, and Justin knew the surefire way to fire her up. He did all all the time. Kyle could see the flames of anger rise up in her hazel eyes. "Shut up, Justin, or I'll throw my shoe at you!" she shouts, a usual Donna response. The last time Kyle had seen her so mad at him was when the teachers at school asked Justin how old his mom was, and he told them 100. Even though Jusin provoked it, Kyle felt sorry for him, and, even though her griping wasn't directed at him this time, he still wanted to get her back for the way she treated everyone, and wished he could find the perfect payback.
The next day, which was a Friday, Donna was picking Kyle and the other kids up from school. She had to stop and let an old lady cross the street, and she was moving too slow for Donna's taste. The agitated Donna then angrilily said, "What's the matter with these old people? Are their feet too wrinkled to move right?" she said. The window was down, and Kyle wasn't sure if Donna realized it or not, or if the old lady heard her, and Kyle hoped she didn't. Kyle hated this blatant mean-spiritedness. How would she feel if she was that old, Kyle questioned himself.
That weekend, Kyle went to the mall and he passed an old shop that he had never seen before. He went inside and began to explore. He saw all different sorts of strange artifacts. Mirrors and crystal balls. Statues and figurines. Anything you could possibly imagine. Suddenly a hand grabbed his back. He turned around sharply to see a very kindly looking old man with a long white beard. “I have what you are looking for.” He said simply with a smile. “I wasn’t looking for anything.” Kyle responded confused. “Ah but you were. Follow me.” The old man led him down several rows of artifacts. There seemed to be many more rows of goods than the building should have been able to hold. Finally the old man stopped in the middle of one row and stood in front of a tiny box. Opening the box he revealed a small stone with a clock engraved onto it. Handing it to Kyle he said, “Here you go.” Kyle looked at the rock and then back at the old man. “What does it do?” He asked. “What you want it to do.” The old man replied. “Now go and use it.” The old man started to hurry Kyle along. “You aren’t going to charge me for it?” Kyle asked. “I only charge people who come in here looking for nothing, those that truly need my services get them for free.” He brought Kyle to the door where he collected his bags and left with the artifact, bewildered. He wondered what the man meant, and what the stone would do.
The next day, Donna, his uncle, and their kids came to eat at Kyle's house. Donna looked exceptionally attractive, wearing a short sleeve pink t-shirt, a jean skirt that showed her long legs, and slip-on black leather dress shoes that had leather bows near the toe. She was acting really nice too, but Kyle could see through her front. Kyle kept the stone in his pocket, not knowing what it would really be used for. After dinner, the kids went outside to play, and it was a perfect bright clear summer day. Donna sat on their back portch, watching them; apparently, she was in a rare good mood, because she wasn't bossing them much. Kyle stood nearby the porch, keeping an eye out for any of Donna's usual antics. But, noting seemed to happen. Then, after a little while, Donna got up to call the boys in. She leaned against the side of the porch, and as she did, she was dipping her right foot, lifting it up out of her shoe, as she often did. Donna was a woman who took great pride in her feet and took good care of them, you could tell. Her foot looked so young, soft, and silky smooth. From where Kyle was standing he could see it perfectly, not that it really mattered to him. Then, Kyle felt the sudden urge to take the stone out of his pocket. When he did and looked down at it, he saw the hands of the clock engraved on it move at incredible speed. He then instinctively looked back up at Donna, who still had her back to him, waiting on the boys, still lifting up her youthful foot. Then, Kyle noticed something strange. The smooth skin of her foot began to look strange. It seemed to shift and morph, and strange creases began to appear in the skin. Kyle knew what they were- they were wrinkles, just appearing out of nowhere on her foot in a matter of seconds! Strangely enough, however, her foot still looked young, but wrinkled, pruny, like the age that went with them was yet to catch up. Kyle then looked back to the stone, and saw the clock's hands spinning still, even faster now. He looked back up to her foot, and saw the skin become transparent, with veins visible. He watched as the one silky smooth skin became dry and leathery, drying up like a peach in the son. Finally the hands stopped moving, but Donna's foot remained changed. Whereas it once looked young and smooth seconds ago, it now looked and wrinkled, all the way up to the ankle, while her legs and everything else remained young. Kyle then realized that the stone had the power to age things..and that it shriveled Donna's foot up like a prune right before his very eyes! She continued to lift it up out of her shoe, as if it still looked young, not realizing she was showing off nothing but age and wrinkles. Kyle couldn't help but snicker at her aged foot. He knew that she would freak if she saw it...and she wouldn't know that he did it! Then, just as quickly as it happened, Donna's weathered foot began to rejuvenate, becoming young, smooth, and youthful again. Donna slipped her foot out of her shoe and looked at it, apparently noticing something strange, but her foot had already turned back to normal. If only she had seen what Kyle saw! Kyle looked at the rock and put it back into his pocket. He knew he now had the power to give Donna the ultimate payback!
Donna let Kyle and his sister come into the house with thier cousins. Kyle now knew that the stone controlled time, and it was bout time Donna learned a lesson. He couldn't wait to test his new toy once again. He watched her as she screamed at her two little boys and came up with a clever idea of how to use his new power. He observed Donna from the next room. She was sitting at the kitchen table writing something down and constantly yelling at one son or another to keep it down. She was constantly her shoes on and off of her feet to the point the one fell off all together. Now with one shoe off and one shoe on Kyle was noticing the changes in her once perfect, smooth, soft foot, even clearer now. Lines were appearing on the top of it. Not lines, but wrinkles. Her foot was aging again. Both feet were much older as her could see the other was still sliding in and out of her shoe. Age spots were visible on them as well as veins. The toes began to get crooked and the toe nails yellowed. Her feet were very wrinkled now but only up to her ankles. The rest of her leg was smooth and young. Her feet look about ninety years old. Really pale, wrinkled veined things with hard yellow nails and cracked calloused heels. He snickered at the fact that she didn’t know it happened yet. Her son Justin noticed and was stunned. “Mommy, your feet look old!” Donna rolled her eyes. “Not now Justin. Mommy is writing something.” As soon as Justin left the room her feet began to grow young again. Kyle was satisfied with his new toy. Now to find the right time to let Donna know about it.
The perfect time arose the next day when he and his sister were out at her house, and Donna was getting ready to go somewhere. She was sitting in front of the mirror applying make up when the phone rang. She felt she was too busy to answer the phone, and hollered at her nephew “Kyle, answer the phone. Kyle? Answer the phone. Answer the phone now!” She snapped. Finally the phone stopped wringing. Kyle came in to see what she was yelling about. “What were you asking?” He questioned. “I said get the telephone! You didn’t hear it wringing? Are you deaf!?” As she continued to yell at him she began to change. This time it wasn’t her feet. He saw small line creep up in the corner of her eyes and mouth. Lines that shouldn’t be on the face of a woman in her mid twenties. Her features looked even more mature, she was beginning to look middle aged. Lines crept across her forehead and her cheeks began to sag a little. Her face was looking very tired as more and more wrinkles appeared. Her nose looked larger and began to hook, her eyes sank in as wrinkles formed in the bags under them. Her face looked very old like Kyle's grandmother's now. And it kept getting older. Her cheeks were wrinkled sagging jowls and her lips were thin and old looking. As soon as she was done berating Kyle she turned back to finish putting on her make up. “Oh my god!” she screamed, seeing her ancient looking face. “What’s happened to me?” She wailed. “That’s what happens when you aren’t nice to people Donna, or should I say Granny Donna.” Kyle laughed. “You did this?” She screamed. “I did. And from now on every time you are mean to someone you are going to get old. One body part at a time. And if you're really mean? Your entire body will age until you are a wrinkled sagging elderly woman in her nineties.” Donna couldn’t believe it. “No, No.” she kept saying and Kyle laughed.
Donna stood staring at Kyle in disbelief, with her now ancient-looking face, a sagging mosaic of wrinkles. She would turn and look in the mirror, and turn back and look at him in disbelief, while he smiled. "No...no..." she said, in horror. "Yes, Donna. The meaner you get...the older you look..." he said. "No...change me back..." Donna pleaded. "Nuh-uh, Granny Donna...what's the magic words..." Kyle said. Then, anger started to show in her aged, craggy features. "Change me back now!" Donna demanded. "Remember what I told you...I'd watch that temper if I were you.." Kyle said, grinning, only angering her further. "Change me back!" she demanded. Kyle then saw gray streaks appear in her dark hair, and watched as her darkhair became lighter and lighter, as it grayed and grayed, becoming a silvery white. "Donna, I wouldn't get stressed out like that..it's giving you gray hairs...not to mention wrinkles..." Kyle said. Donna then turned to the mirror and saw her scraggily silvered hair, which now matched her withered face. "No!" she gasped. "You little..." she said, turning to face Kyle, but then saw her hands. She watched as the youthful milky skin startd to become thin and transparent, as veins became visible and the skin became wrinkled and gnarled, and the perfect nails yellowed and chipped. Even the skin of her arms had become wrinkled and sagging. And that wasn't all that was sagging, so were her once perky breasts. "No...stop this..stop it!" she said. "Not until you learn to be nicer, Granny Donna!" Kyle says. Donna, looking more and more like an old hag, glared at him angrily. "Stop it now!" she exclaimed, glaring at him and gritting her teeth with pure hatred on her haggard face. She was like one of those bitter, angry old women. She was aging, and angry. "Donna, you stop. You're just making yourself older and older..and showing how much of a hag you are..." Kyle said. Donna then looked down at her legs to see them becoming thin, withered sticks, and watched as her dainty feet began to wither, the tops of them becoming covered with age spots and wrinkles, and her dainty toes bending and crinkling with age, the toe nails becoming cracked and yellowed. Suddenly, Donna's form began to feel the effects of old age as she hunched over, grabbing at her back. She definitely looked ancient now, like some withered old woman in her nineties, with a bitter, permanent wrinkled frown expression on her face. "Stop it..." she said. "STOP..." she started to exclaim , and then her voice broke. "My voice...my voice.."she said, and her voice sounded like a typical old granny's. She looked just like one and sounded like it too. "Change me back this instant, you..you..." the granny-like Donna said, but apparently the aging was affecting her memory a little, and she couldn't think of what to call him. "You..whippersnapper!" she said, and Kyle laughed. She really sounded like a granny now!
Just then, her son Justin came into the room, and was surpirsed by what he saw. "Mommy, you're old, like grandma!" he said. "More like great-grandma!" Kyle added. "Mommy's old! Why?" Justin asked. "Because your mommy is old. She's very old, and that's why we should call her granny from now on!" Kyle added. He could see the anger coming onto the withered old woman's face. "Okay. Are you okay, granny?" Justin asked. This angered Donna even more. "Change me back now!" the crone said, shaking a withered finger at him. "All you have to do is say the magic words." Kyle said. A disgusted look then came on Donna's face, as she said, as sincerely as she could, "Please change me back!"
Then, before Kyle and Justin's eyes, Donna's craggy, sagging features began to youthen, as she rejuvenated. Her sagging skin became taught once more, and the color returned to her snowy hair. It was like watching time turn back. She still stood there, holding her back, thinking she was still old. "Please...I don't want to be old!" she said. She then realized her voice was young again. She turned back to the mirror, putting her hands on her cheeks, feeling the rejuvenated skin, and smiled. "i'm young again!" she shouted. "Just remember...the meaner you get, the older you get..and next time, it might be permanent." Kyle said. Donna didn't say a word, just stared at him in shock. "You mean...every time I get snippy with someone...I start to age?" she questioned. "Exactly." Kyle replied. Donna got as pale as a ghost. "Granny, you're young again!" Justin said. "Son, you don't have to call me that anymore." she said. Kyle giggled, and Donna muttered something, which was apparently something spiteful, since she looked and saw her hand becoming withered again. "Oh no..." she said, looking at it. "Uh uh uh, Granny Donna. Remember?" Kyle said. "I'm sorry." she replied, and he watched her hand become youthful again. She then glared spitefully at him, with cross eyes. Suddenly, large crow's feet began to appear around them. "Nuh-uh, Donna." Kyle said, pointing to his eyes. She then looked in the mirror and saw the creases surrounding her eyes and gasped, and then said, "I'm sorry." The lines disappeared, and Donna then knew she couldn't even make mean gestures at anyone, and realized the power her nephew now had over her. She was a nervous wreck, and Kyle was taking in the joy of the power he now had over her.
Then, Kyle's uncle came into the room. "What's goin' on, honey?" he asked. "Nothing, just talking." Donna said, smiling nervously. Justin then ran up to his father. "Daddy, daddy, mommy was old!" he said. "Old? Son, what do you mean?" his dad asked. Kyle could see Donna nervously shrinking back. "Old, and all wrinkly, like grandma!" Justin said. Donna then interceded. "Oh, he means that we were playing, and I was pretending to be an old lady!" she said, and demonstrated. She then grabbed her back and started acting like an old lady, saying "Flibbity Jibbit! You young whippersnapper!" Kyle giggled as he saw this, and his uncle laughed. "Nice save, Donna." Kyle thought to himself.
The rest of the day, Donna stayed eerily silent, and honestly tried to keep her distance from Kyle. Se knew all too well the awful power he had over her. She knew that with one wrong word, or one cross look, that Kyle could make her worst fear a reality. And it filled Kyle with an overwhelming sense of power. Now, she couldn't do anything to him for fear of becoming a withered old hag. Over the next couple of days, it seemed Donna was on her toes, watching out and working hard to control her temper. Because of this, Kyle became a bit bored, but he wondered about the magical stone the old man gave him. He wondered if its power worked not just on Donna, but on anyone he willed it to.
One evening, Kyle's curiosity got the better of him. He was walking outside, thinking, when he saw a young woman walking up the road. She was a few years older than him, in her early twenties. She walked up the road about every day. She was very attractive, with long,sandy blond hair tied back into a pony-tail, and big blue eyes. She had wonderfully tan skin, and was very fit, and Kyle judged that she took good care of herself, and that walking was one of her excercises. She was wearing work out clothes, but looked very attractive in them. Her shirt was a white spaghetti-strap one, which showed her C-cup breasts, and rather short work-out shorts, which showed beautiful long, tanned, perfectly toned legs. Kyle then took the stone out of his pocket. He wondered and contemplated whether or not he should test the stone's power again, on this unsuspecting person. He then put the stone back down into his pocket, and approached the attractive young woman.
"Hi, my name's Kyle. I live in this house right over here, and I see you walking down the road every day. You live around here?" Kyle asked. "Just down the block a bit." she said. She was smiling, and as Kyle talked to her he noticed she never seemed to stop smiling. She had one of those smiles that her entire face lit up and smiled with her, and you couldn't help but smile with her too. "My name's Rachel." She said, still smiling, showing perfect white teeth with cute little lines around her eyes, which only showed themselves when she smiled. "I usually walk down the road myself, usually by myself. Mind if I walk with you?" he said, surprised at how brazen he was with his approach. He was usually very shy, but not today. "Sure. I'd like to have some company." She said, and the two started to walk down the long country road. As they walked, they talked, and Kyle walked with his hands shoved into his pockets, his right hand touching the stone in his pocket. As they talked, he noticed that Rachel was a very sweet, friendly person with a bubbly personality. He knew he couldn't test the stone on her. She was too sweet and nice a person. Someone like Donna deserved to have its power used against them, but not her. Still, in the recesses of Kyle's mind, he wondered what this gorgeous young woman would look like aged, just as Donna was. Surely she would look much better than Donna did.
Then, suddenly, as they continued to walk and talk, something began to happen. Kyle noticed that Rachel was starting to look a little older, more mature. He saw faint lines began to appear around her eyes and around her mouth, and this time they weren't from smiling, they were from age, th long-term effects of her smiling in the form of laugh lines. She looked to be in her thirties now. Kyle briefly pulled the stone a little bit out of his pocket, just enough to see the clock face on it. It was spinning faster and faster, just like it did when it was aging Donna. Kyle couldn't believe it. The stone worked on anyone he willed it to, and this time just his thoughts activated its power. As the hands on the stone spun, Rachel continued to age, unbeknownst to her. Kyle tried to keep talking, and stay acting as calm, cool, collected, and perfectly normal-acting as he could. The lines on her face grew deeper, and the radiance of her face began to dull. She was in her late 30's now, probably around the same age as his mom, Kyle thought. The stone's power continued to work upon her, aging her into her forties, as more lines appeared upon her face and the ones she had grew deeper, and some gray hair began to weave their way into her brownish-gold locks. Her face seemed to be less taught than before, and her breasts were beginning to sag, also. Kyle saw her toned, fit legs, and saw vericose veins beginning to form upon them as the skin became less taught, and saw cellulite began to form. He marvelled at how time began to ravage her perfectly fit form, and though it seemed kind of sad, it was also strangely arousing him. He noticed that the rapidly-aging Rachel began to slow down in her walking, and started to act tired, as she rapidly approached her fifties, as gray streaks began to run through her hair and her face began to sag even more and become lined with even more wrinkles that were ever-deepening. He could se liver spots appearing on her now leathery, veined hands, and on her arms and above her breasts. Her breasts began to sag even more, starting to point downwards to her toes. Her legs now were thinner and veined, with cellulite starting just up at the thigh, yet her legs still somehow looked athletic. "Weird...I'm starting to feel tired..." she said. Kyle was a bit ahead of her as she started to slow down even more as her once fit body continued to age. "Ow!" she yelped from behind him. "What's wrong?" Kyle asked, and looked behind him to see Rachel holding her back. "My back..it's never hurt like this before!" she said, with hurt and concern showing in her deepening wrinkles, especially the large crow's feet around her eyes and the wrinkled bags growing beneath them, and on the broad lines creasing her forehead. However, they continued to press on, and Rachel was so focused on her walking and talking that she didn't notice the changes going on in her body, though Kyle took notice of every detail. The wrinkles on her face grew as tons more appeared, as her face sagged, becoming longer and longer, with sagging jowls. Her hair became completely silvery gray, and the skin on her neck began to look loose and wrinkled, like a turkey's. Her breast saaged almost down to her stomach, and her belly began to pooch out a little from age. The skin on her arms seemed to hang off her, and her legs began to look like thin, withered, veined sticks. She looked to be in her 60's or 70's now, and she shuffled along, and just that seemed to exhaust her. She was as old as Kyle's grandmother, and looked every bit of it, and looked ridiculous in such young clothes. "I feel so tired..so weak..." she said, her voice shaky and raspy, like an old woman's. Apparently, her hearing was going because she couldn't hear the difference in her voice. Kyle then grabbed her thin, wrinkled arm, helpng her, as she aged even further, her face totally collapsing under the wrinkles. Her gray hair turned silvery white, and her breasts sagged onto her stomach. Almost everything sagged on her. The withered old woman on Kyle's arm looked nothing like the fit young woman he walked with moments ago. She was in her 80's now, old enough to be his great-grandmother. There was something different about her aged appearance from Donna's, though. Whereas Donna looked like a bitter old crone, Rahel looked like a wizened, yet kind elderly woman. He felt badly about how she had aged, though, considering how she had kept fit in her youth. Yet, like before, it strangely aroused him.
"What's wrong with me?" the elderly Rachel said. Though the changes seemed to take an eternity in Kyle's mind, they had only taken a few moments in reality, and she had still not caught on. As she said that, she looked at him with her deep blue eyes, the only things still youthful about her, and that was fast vanishing. Kyle knew this had to stop, now. He had to reverse it before she caught on. Donna deserved to have that power over her, but not Rachel. She had been so kind to him. "Hold on a second, Rachel." he said, letting go of her withered arm. She stood there, barely supporting her aged body, gripping her aged back with one hand. Kyle knew that he had reversed the effects before, when Donna apologized. However, since his mind started the change in Rachel now, maybe his thoughts could reverse it. He took the stone out of his pocket, and, suddenly, the hands on the clock face upon it began to move backwards. He looked up, and watched as the effects reversed themselves. He watched as wrinkles receeded upon her and disappeared as color returned to her hair, and as her skin became taught and vibrant, the years washing away like sand in the rain. It was like watching life start all over again. In a matter of seconds, she was her youthful, athletic self again. It was like the difference between night and day. If Kyle didn't know better, he would've thought that the old woman there moments ago was a completely different person, and not Rachel's future self.
"Do you feel better now, Rachel?" he asked. "Yeah..it's weird...it's like this weakness suddenly came over me...and then it was gone, just as fast!" she said. "I better head home before it happens again. I might be coming down with something." she said, and smiled her beautiful smile, which lit up her once again flawless face, and warmed Kyle's heart. "It was nice meeting you! Don't be a stranger!" she said, walking home. "I won't." Kyle said, and he wouldn't. He had seen a side of Rachel that no one had ever seen, and wouldn't see for many, many years.
As Kyle walked home, he took the stone out of his pocket and stared at it. He now thought about the awesome power he now had in his hands. He remembered what he did to both Donna and Rachel. He then remembered the satisfaction he got when he gave Donna the ultimate payback, and, suddenly, thought of a way to use this new power of his. He thought about other people who wronged him in his life, other people he could get back at. The idea came to him naturally. He would use it, tomorrow, at school, upon some of the snotty girls there who had treated him badly. Kyle grinned, knowing it was the perfect idea, as he looked at the stone, revelling in the power of his new toy. Payback was just beginning. His high school was about to get a few new seniors...senior citizens, that is!!
"PAYBACK"
Chapter 2- High School Seniors
The next morning, Donna drove the kids, including Kyle, to school. Kyle had his magic stone, his Rock of Ages as he called it, in his pocket, ready for the day's events, determined to make it one of the best days ever. They were going to stop at the high school and drop Kyle off first. On the way there, Donna had to stop to let the same little elderly lady they had encountered before cross the road, to get to her morning paper. This greatly frustrated Donna, and for a moment she forgot about the power Kyle had over her. "There's that old fogey again." she said. Suddenly, Donna saw her hands, whcih were gripping the steering wheel, begin to age. She watched as they aged like before, becoming veined, wrinkled, and age spotted. Her eyes opened wide with shock, and then she remembered. Every time she talked mean to someone or said something bad about someone, she would age. "Oh God, I'm sorry!!" she said. Then, her hands became youthful once more, and she breathed a sigh of relief. In the back seat, Kyle grinned in delight. "Let's let this nice lady pass." Donna said, biting her tounge, and changing her tune rather quickly.
Finally, they continued on, when Justin asked Donna a difficult question. "Mommy, you were old like that old lady back there once. All old and wrinkly just like her." Justin said. "I don't know what you're talking about, son." she said. It was all Kyle could do to keep from cracking up. "Remember? You turned yourself all old and wrinkly. Can you do it again?" he said. "No, because I don't know what you're talking about." she said. "Yes you do, mommy! Get all old and wrinkly! Get all old and wrinkly!" he said. Finally, it was all the short-tempered Donna could take. "Shut up, Justin!" she said, and he quited down. Donna then looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw crow's feet wrinkles growing at the corners of her eyes. "Oh no, not again." she said. "See? You're already starting, mommy!" Justin said, pointing out the newly-forming wrinkles. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She looked in the rear view mirror again, to see Kyle giggling. He loved every second of this. "I'm sorry, Justin." she said, and the wrinkles around her eyes disappeared, much to her relief. Soon, they arrived at Kyle's school, and let him out, and she was even more relieved. "Be good, Donna." he said, as he headed towards the school. He delighted at the look of pure fright on her face when she said that. That was fun, Kyle thought, but now that he was at school, the real fun was going to begin.
As the day began, Kyle already had an idea of who he was going to use the stone's power against. There was one girl there, who was a high school senior just like him. Her name was Meg, and she was the school star, little miss perfect. Every school has one like her. She was preppy and popular, with her good looks that landed her the titles of head cheerleader, prom queen, and carousel queen. And she let everyone know how superior she was, too. She acted so sweet and innocent around the teachers and everyone else, acting like the perfect little princess, but behind their backs she and her group of friends, the popular circle of girls, treated everyone like dirt, lording their so-called superiority over the "less popular", and even talked about those teachers behind their backs. Their terribly mistreated and made fun of one of Kyle's friends a couple of weeks ago to his face. They didn't care, they felt that they were perfect and so superior that no one could ever touch them or dare to do anything to them, especially Meg. They thought wrong, and Kyle was going to show them how wrong they were.
Later, at lunch break, Kyle searched all over, looking for Meg and her popular squad. He then saw Meg and one of her friends, Jessica, walking outside in the school courtyard, skipping lunch and feeding off their usual vile gossip. They were the only two out there, since lunch period had just started and most people were getting their lunches. Kyle decided to skip lunch as well and head out to the courtyard, for something much more satisfying.
As he approached, he could hear Meg and Jessica gossiping. They were loud enough for the dead to hear them, with their annoying valley-girl voices, which grated on Kyle's every nerve. Meg looked as gorgeous as she always did. Kyle had to admit that Meg was beautiful, but he knew the personality underneath her beauty, and that was more than enough of a turnoff for him. Meg had sharp, model-like features, and lovely tan skin she probably got from tanning. She had sharp, model like features, a perfect nose, radiant face, with a smile with perfect teeth of which anyone would be envious. Her green eyes were like two emeralds, that shown brightly and were only accented by her shoulder-length auburn hair, which went well with her tan complexion, and was enhanced by gold highlights. She wore a pink spaghetti-strap t-shirt, which was definitely against the school dress code, though she, being little miss perfect, could get away with with a laugh and a smile, as well as shameless flattery of teachers. The shirt showed her at least C-cup breasts, which were as perfect as anything else on her body. She wwas also wearing a flowered skirt that was also much too short, which showed her perfect, long tan legs, and pink thong sandals which showed her dainty perfect feet, with pink-painted toes and jeweled toe rings on both of her middle toes. Meg looked like she could be a model, or the next Paris Hilton or something, and probably would be in the future. However, Kyle planned on showing her a glimpse farther ino her future than she would like. Her friend, Jessica, was no less beautiful. She too had very model-like features and tan skin, and she and Meg probably went to the same tanning salon. Jessica had long dark hair, accenuated by higlights, and big brown eyes. She had a few freckles that dotted her face, mainly under her eyes, but they were kind of attractive. She too wore a revealing spaghetti-strap top, but this was was light green, and showed her at least B-cup breasts. She also wore a short green skirt, with white flower designs on it, which showed long tan legs that were only outshone by Meg's. She also wore sandals as well, but she wore green ones, which matched her outfit. Kyle heard their gossiping, and heard them talking about and making fun of one of their teachers, ironically, one that sucked up to all the time. "Have you seen Mrs. Burleson's wrinkles?" Meg said. "Yeah, what a total wrinkle-fest." Jessica added, and they both laughed. "I know, they're disgusting. She has to be like, what, 40? She definitely needs to invest in some wrinkle cream!" Meg said, and the two laughed. "I definitely never want to get old, not like that!" Meg continued. However, Kyle was going to make sure that Meg and Jessica did just that, in the ultimate twist of irony. They were jst as deserving of the stone's wrath as Donna was, if not more so, because their lesser age made them even more cruel, belying their outside appearances.
Kyle knew that this was the perfect moment. He took the stone out of his pocket, and held it in his hands to where they couldn't see it, and summoned up his courage and walked up towards him. "And what do you want?" Meg said, obnoxiously. "The other day, you said something very mean to one of my friends." Kyle said. "So what if we did? You and your friends are a bunch of geeks anyway." Meg replied coldly, while Jessica remained silent, but smiled and giggled and shook her head in agreement. Suddenly, unbeknownst to Kyle, yet willed by him, the hands of the clock upon his rock of ages began to spin rapidly. "You should watch out what you say to someone. There's no telling what could happen to you when you're cruel to someone." Kyle said. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you threatening us, you freak?" she replied. Kyle remained silent, but he knew the stone's powers were working on both the girls already.
As Kyle stood there before them, the effects of the stone's aging power began. The two quickly shot out of their teens and into their twenties, as their breasts grew and they features became even more radiant. Then, just as quickly, in a matter of seconds, they began to shoot through their twenties, as Kyle noticed their features maturing. "You don't understand what I'm talking about, but you will." Kyle said. The two were continuing to age before him, and they were so busy wracking their brains trying to figure out what he was talking about that they didn't notice. They began to shoot through their 30's, as some of their radiance began to fade. Wrinkles began to form at the corners of Meg's eyes, and above her lush, full lips. Wrinkles wer appearing under Jessica's eyes, and lines were appearing on her forehead. Their faces were starting to look more mature and lose their youtful glow. Kyle grinned, truly enjoying every second of it. "What are you talking about, freak?" Jessica asked, sharply. Kyle then giggled. "Meg, what's wrong with you eyes?" he said, chanig the subject. "What are you talking about?" she said, rudely. "Geez, Meg, are those wrinkles?" he said, teasing her. "What?!?!?" she said, offended. She then took out her compact, opened it up, and was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Her mouth plopped open wide. The look of shock on her maturing features was priceless. "My God...I look..older!!" she said, touching the crow's feet lines streaming out of her eyes. "This can't happen! I'm too young to have wrinkles!!" she exclaimed, and Kyle chuckled. "Maybe it's all that tanning, Meg." he said. Jessica then giggled, and said, "You do look older, Meg! And you do have wrinkles!" she said. This made Meg very angry. "Look who's talking, Jessica. So do you!" Kyle said. "What?" she questioned. Meg was too bust stressing over her own appearance to worry about her friend. "Let me see that mirror!" she said, snatching the compact from Meg. The look of shock on her face was just as priceless when she caught sight of her aging features. "Oh my God!!" she exclaimed, examining the lines under her eyes and upon her forehead. Meg then pointed and laughed at her friend, showing Kyle that there was no loyalty even among them.
As Jessica stressed over the changes in her appearance, Meg continued to age, rapidly entering her 40's. The lines on her face deepened, and new ones appeared around her cheeks and on her forehead, her face becoming even more mature, as gray hairs began to show up in her highlighted auburn hair. Her C-cups began to sag a little as she entered middle age, and the skin all over her was becoming less taut. Veins were appearing on her gorgeous tan legs and on the tops of her delicate feet, as the skin started to look more leathery and weathered. She didn't look like the gorgeous teenage prom queen anymore, she looked more like someone's aging mother. Kyle really loved that.
Jessica then looked up from the compact for a moment, and saw the drastic changes in her so-called friend. "God....Meg...you look so...old!! You look even older than before!" she said, nearly speechless. "What?!?!?" Meg questioned, cheeking her aging face. She then snatched the compact from Jessica. The look of sheer horror on her wrinkly face was even more priceless than before. Kyle grinned in delight. "Oh my God...I'm so old!! I look worse than my mom!!" she exclaimed, touching her face and examining her newborn wrinkles. At the same time, Jessica was quickly catching up to Meg in age, as the wrinkles under her eyes became large bags and the lines on her forehead grew broader, as more lines appeared around her mouth, and the taut skin of her face began to droop a little, as well as her breasts, and her les and feet were in no better shape than Meg's. She also had gray in her hair, but, ironically, less than Meg did. Though they were both somewhere in their 40's now, Meg looked older than Jessica, and wasn't aging as gracefully, having more wrinkles and gray hairs. Kyle loved the sweet irony of that, and he knew that it would make the payback to Meg even sweeter. "What's happened to me? This isn't normal!!" Meg exclaimed, and was so shocked that she dropped her compact, shattering its mirror to pieces on the ground. "Way to go, wrinkles!" Jessica said, agitated. Meg then looked over at Jessica crossly, and saw that Jessica had aged in the past few minutes as well. "Look who's talking! You're just as old-looking as me!!" Meg said. Jessica cheeked her face. "She's right, sort of." Kyle chimed in. "Trust me, you've got your fair share of wrinkles!!" Meg told Jessica. Jessica's growing anger showed in the wrinkles surrounding her eyes. "Not as many as you, pruneface! And just look at your saggy boobs!" Jessica said, pointing at Meg's sadly sagging breasts, which were much droopier than Jessica's, possibly because they were larger than Jessica's originally. Kyle loved how the rapidly aging beauties turned on one another. They were only treating each other like they treated everyone else. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
The two aging women argued with each other, as, before each other's eyes, and Kyle's, they aged. They began to go through their 40's and straight into their 50's. The wrinkles on Meg's face grew even deeper, giving her terrible crow's feet, laugh lines, and worry lines atop her forehead. Gray streaks appeared through her hair, a different, less flattering type of highlights. Her breast sagged even more, down onto her stomach almost. Age spots began to appear on her hands, as well as veins, as the skin on them became rougher and dried and even the skin on her arms became less taut. She was developing some middle-aged spread in her mid-section as well, which made her look different from the thin model-like Meg everyone adored, or so she thought. Veins began to appear all over her legs, and she began to develop terrible cellulite at her thighs. Her feet were aging and withering considerably, as the skin became dry and leathery, with some wrinkles forming at the tops of her them as well as veins and age spots. Her heels were starting to look terribly worn and weathered. Her model-like nose seemed to become larger, and less attractive. She was aging very badly. Jessica, on the othe hand, fared a little better. Though the streaks of gray appeared through her hair, her face fared a little better. Though her wrinkles grew deeper, they weren't as deep and craggy as those on Meg's face, and though it sagged, did not droop as bdly as Meg's. Her breasts drooped,though nowhere near as badly as Meg's C-cups. Her neck and hands showed her age, however. Her legs aged better than Meg's, they were thinner yet veined, but weren't nowhere near as pock-marked with cellulite. Her feet fared a little better, just a little veined with slightly worn, weathered heels. They both saw each other age in a matter of seconds, and their reactions were even more priceless than thier initial ones. "You're getting even older!" the two said to each other, in unison. Though they had no mirror to see their reflections, they could tell how drastic the changes were by the looks in each other's aged faces. They looked down at their hands and all the other parts they could see, with mouths agape and eyes wide in shock. They would scream if they could, but were too frightened and shocked. "What's happening to us?" the two questioned, almost in unison. "Isn't it obvious? You're aging. Getting older by the second...with each second, more and moreof your youth and beauty- the things you flaunted and misused...are fading away..." Kyle said, grinning. "No! No!" they moaned, as their bodies continued to age before their eyes and Kyle's.
Soon, the two aging women entered their 60's and seventies, as the changes became even more drastic. Meg's hair turned completely gray. Her face was nearly unrecognizable under the sea of wrinkles that now covered it, as her cheeks became sagging jowls. Her neck looked like a turkey's, and her breasts sagged onto a wrinkled gut that now protruded from her. Her hands were terrible, veined, age-spotted things. Her legs were just as bad, with saggy knees, spidery veins all over, and her thighs looked like cottage cheese. Her feet completely withered, as her toes bent with age, and the pink paint on the nails chipped as the nails became cracked and yellowed. Her form began tostoop from age, possibly osteoporosis, it was obvious that she hadn't been drinking her milk in her youth. Meg was in her late seventies at this time, and looked even older. She looked positively ancient. Jessica fared little better, as time beat upon her like the ocean on a stone. Her hair became completely gray, as more and more wrinkles form on her fae as it completely sagged with sagging jowls. She had alot of age spots on her face as well, and the freckles she once had in her youth couldn't be seen for them. Most of her body did like Meg's, except the fact that she remained thin. Her arms and legs looked like thin, withered sticks. Her feet were pale and veined, withered things with bent toes and brittle yellowed nails. At first Kyle would've thougt she had aged better than Meg, but on further examination he saw she had aged jsut as bad, just in a different way. Kyle couldn't believe what was before him. Before him was once the two most beautiful and popular girls in school, and now they were reduced to pathetic looking old hags. Meg stood, holding her back, and if he didn't know better he thought the paunchy elderly woman's breasts were going to scrape the ground. Jessica wasn't stooped like Meg, but instead stood shaking. They looked so old. Kyle marveled at the difference in their aging. He would've never expected either of them to age these ways. Meg looked like one of those paunchy, dumpy little grandmas, while Jessica looked like one of those thin, withered old women, whose wrinkly skin seemed to hang off their bones. They didn't look so superior now, Kyle thought.
The two elderly women glared at each other. "Meg..you're.." "Jessica..you're..." They both said, unable to finish. You could hear that their preppy valley-girl voices now sounded rattly and shaky. "We're both old women!!" they said in unison, in total disbelief of what had happened to them. They both looked down at their hands, their breasts. The disgust and shock showed in the tons of wrinkles on their faces. "This isn't possible..we were so young..." Meg kept saying, over and over. "I can't believe this...at least we don't have mirrors to see it." Jessica added. "But we can sse each other...and he sees us..." Meg said, as the two ancient-looking women, looking downright ridiculous in such youthful clothes, turned their old, wrinkle-rimmed eyes towards him. "Guees you ladies don't have any room to make fun of Mrs. Burleson, do you? Because she looks like a spring chicken next to you two old bags. You look like mummies next to her!!" Kyle said. "You...you somehow did this to us!!" Meg said in a shaky voice, shaking an equally shaky gnarled finger at him. "That's right, I did. I have the power to do it. I wanted to make you pay for mistreating people the way you do- both to their face, and behind thier backs. You live for your perfection, your youth and beauty....and I wanted to show you that you won't have it forever. I just made you what you were on the inside...ugly old hags..." Kyle said. "Change us back...please!!" Jessica begged, tears beginning to run down her wrinkled face, though there weren't many, because at her age most of them were dried up. "I can..but I want to make sure you've learned your lesson. I want to make sure that you never mistreat or talk about or make fun of anyone ever again...or else!"he stated. "I swear! I swear!" Jessica exclaimed, not able to get too excited at her age. Meanwhile, a cross look appeared on Meg's wrinkled face. "Don't beg to him! He can't do this to us!Do you know who we are? Or, really, who I am?" Meg said, in her raspy old voice. "Hmmh. Feisty old thing, aren't you? Well, you thought no one could touch you, Meg...you were wrong." Kyle said. 'Believe me..it was mainly Meg! I just wanted to be considered popular...I went along with her! I don't even really like her!" Jessica said. "What?!?!" Meg replied. "Yes, but you let her do those things. You let her control you, let beauty and popularity be more important than anything...still, you are admitting the truth...but you have to prove it..." Kyle said. "Don't listen to that freak, Jessica! Don't! Do you hear me?" Meg said, sounding like a demanding old crone. Jessica then turned around to face Meg. "Shut up, Meg! I'm tired of listening to you, of doing everything you say! Enough is enough!" Jessica said. Meg was in shock. Her entired aged body was shaking. "That's enough for me." Kyle said. He then held his hand on the stone. Its hands moved rapidly backward, as the effects of time reversed itself, and Jessica's features youthened. Just as quickly as she had aged, she became young again. "Just remember, Jessica...I can always make you old again if you don't...." Kyle said. "I...I..understand." she said, with fear in her voice, yet grateful to be young again. Meg stood, dejected. "See, Meg? Now you see the truth. No one really likes you for you...you or your obnoxious personality. It's the beauty, the popularity..they attached themselves to you so a little of that would rub off on them. Now you don't even have that anymore. Now you're old and alone." Kyle said. Finally, Meg broke. "No, please..I'll do anything...just make me young again! Please! Oh, God, please!" the old woman pleaded. "All right." he said. The stone's power then reversed, changing the paunchy old woman back into the slim young prom queen she once was. "However, both of you must never breathe this to anyone, or else. And you must make sure to change your ways..if you don't, I'll know. And then I'll change you both back into old hags...and maybe I won't be so merciful next time." Kyle said. "We understand...we understand..." the two rejuvenated girls, still frightened, said in unison. "Just in case, I'm going to leave you both little reminders." he said. Suddenly, little lines began to appear around Meg's eyes, the stating of crow's feet. And underneath Jessica's eyes, little bags appeared. Kyle picked up shards of the shattered mirror and handed it to the two girls. "See?" he said. The girls gasped, not liking such signs of age, as minute as they were, flawing their youthful features. "Just think, it could be worse...and remember, I'm watching, ladies...."he said, as he walked back into the building, as the girls looked at him with fright in their eyes. They'd think twice about how they treated someone now.
Kyle walked down the hallway, satisfied. He felt more satisfaction out of that than he did when he aged Donna. Now, he wasn't just getting payback for himself. He was getting payback for others who had been wronged. And he was enjoying every second of it. Kyle now knew his power had a purspose, and, if he could help it, he would use it for that purpose alone, no matter how intoxicating it was. Meg and Jessica still had more friends deserving of the stone's wrath, but they weren't in his lunch period. Kyle didn't care though, he'd find them and give them payback soon enough. And, somehow, Kyle felt that there would be plenty of things to do with his newfound ower until then.
After the encounter with Meg and Jessica, Kyle's lunch break flew by, like it always did, and he found himself in his third period Algebra class, which he totally despised, but not for the work. No, he despised it for an entirely different reason. He despised it for his teacher, Mrs. Crawford. Mrs. Crawford was one of those teachers you loved to hate. She was almost as bad as Donna...almost. She was about 35 or 36, but looked very young. She was a regular slave-driver, giving them tons of work and homework, and tests and quizzes every time you tunred arond. She didn't give them any free time to do anything. And her classroom had to be completely quiet. She had put Kyle and many of his friends in detention for the least offenses. And, to make matters worse, she was on eof those teachers that was right in Meg's pocket. She was also the head of the cheerleading team, and thought Meg was a little angel. If only she knew what he had done to her earlier, Kyle thought to himself. Mrs. Crawford would have been a very attractive teacher herself, if she didn't act like a much older one than she actually was, at least when it came to her Algebra class. She was very tall, with long shining blond hair, that looked very silky to the touch. She had very gorgeous Swedish features, though her skin was a little darker thanks to her choice of make-up, yet still radiant, with a perfect nose. She had beautiflu blue eyes that were only accenuated by the sexy dark eyeshadow she wore. At this time she loked just as attractive as ever, wearing a burgundy velvet short sleeve shirt that showed perky breasts beneath it and a nice gold necklace. She was wearing a long jean skirt, and was wearing black backless slip-on shoes, which showed very attractive, smooth, perfect-looking feet. Shehad her shining locks in a long ponytail, with a large metallic hair clip that was shaped like a butterfly. She looked very attractive, yet tasteful, however, with a great body like hers, Kyle felt that she dressed somehow less conservatively at home. She didn't look like she was in her 30's at all. The only thing that might have shown her age were very faint, hardly visible lines at the corners of her eyes, which were concealed very well with make-up, yet they somehow added to her attractiveness. Kyle often wondered what the youthful Mrs. Crawford would look like older. And, considering her disposition towards her class, especially Kyle and his friends, and most teenagers in general (except for Meg and her cheerleader friends), she was deserving of a little payback, and Kyle was more than ready to see what his stone could do to her. The class had already started, and Mrs. Crawford was already piling the work up on them and preparing them for a new pop quiz. As she was writing instructions on the board, demanding total silence from the class, Kyle slipped his Rock of Ages in hs pocket and gently held it hidden in his hand.
As she was writing directions, Kyle thought about how he should use the stone's power. He thought about how quickly he had aged Meg and Jessica, though the moments seemed to last forever for him, and how there was no one around. He imagined the pandemonium that would be caused if the whole class witness Mrs. Crawford dramatically age before their eyes, and it might draw too much attention to him. So, he decided to work its power slowly and inconspicuoulsy, just as he did with Donna at first. Kyle then though about what part of her he should age first, and thought he would start with the part of her already vulnerable to age, the area around her eyes. He knew that it would take a few years for those faint lines to show up and manifest themselves as wrinkles, he was just speeding up the process. He felt that it wouldn't take long, time had already begun his work for him. Mrs. Crawford then stopped writing her directions, and went to her podium to talk to the class. Actually, she was lecturing them about poor test scores, and scolding them. This was the perfect time, Kyle thought. No one was really paying attention to her anyway. Suddenly, the stones power began to work. The podium happened to be only a couple of desk away from Kyle, so he had a good view to witness the changes. In a coupe of seconds, Kyle noticed the faint lines becoming more and more visible, even through her make-up. They also seemed to grow, becoming wider, deeper, jutting out he side of her eyes. They were no longer fine lines, but wrinkles, the true beginnings of crow's feet wrinkles. Kyle noticed them well now, they were much more visible. The changes were perfect, but yet subtle enough that only Kyle noticed them, for now. She still looked youthful and attractive, but the addition of those wrinkles added a little maturity to her face. Mrs. Crawford continued to rant, oblivious to the wrinkles at the corner of he eyes. As she ranted, Kyle took out a piece of paper, and wrote something on it. As she looked away, Kyle quickly folded the paper and handed it to his friend David sitting next to him. Something on it made him giggle, and, unforunately, Mrs. Crawford heard it and came towards their desks, with an angry look on her face.
"Kyle, David, what's so funny?" she said, with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. "Nothing." David said, still giggling, barely able to keep a straight face. "David, please read what's on that paper Kyle gave you, out loud to the class. We could all use a good laugh." she said, sternly. "I don't know..." david hesitated. "Do it, now, please." she said, looking stern, and Kyle found it funny that her sterness showed in her new wrinkles. David then took a deep breath, and read it. "Hey David, get a load of the wrinkles around Mrs. Crawford's peepers!" he said, and the whole class laughed out loud, including Kyle. Mrs. Crawford looked outraged. Her cheeks were red with embarrasment. "Well, Kyle, you'll have plenty of time to get a good look at my wrinkles in detention after school!" she said. Everyone laughed at that, too. It didn't bother Kyle, though. Maybe for once, afterschool detention was a good thing. There, he would be able to continue giving Mrs. Crawford payback, with little or no people around.
The class soon calmed down, and everyting went back to normal, except Mrs. Crawford's eyes, of course. She gave the class a ton of work, and soon the room got quiet. Mrs. Crawford then sat down at her desk. After a few minutes, Kyle looked up to see Mrs. Crawford looking into a compact she had taken out of her pocketbook, examining her newfound wrinkles, very curious of them. She whispered something, faintly, as she examined the skin around her eyes. She was like an older version of Meg or one of her friends. However, Kyle could read her lips and make it out. "Now where did you guys come from?" she said, in reference to her wrinkles. She looked very curious, and also vey depressed, by them. Kyle lightly giggled at this, and his friend David heard him and wondered what he was giggling about. Kyle then pointed at Mrs. Crawford, still deeply examining her wrinkles. David chuckled, but loud enough for Mrs. Crawford to hear. Mrs. Crawford then dropped her compact and came to the two young men. "Kyle, you've disrupted the class for the last time. Move your desk next to mine, so I can keep an eye on you." she said, angrily batting her wrinkle-rimmed eyes. Kyle did so, moving the desk at the fron tof the room, directly next to hers. She meant to embarrass him, but Kyle didn't care. Now, he was close enough to do whatever he wanted to to her, and see the effects closely.
Mrs. Crawford sat down to do some paperwork, putting up her compact, probably trying to focus off her wrinkle discovery.Kyle noticed that up close, the wrinkles, though small in the scheme of things, looked even deeper. However, he still wanted to see more. Then, shortly thereafter, Kyle noticed Mrs. Crawford slipping her feet in and out of her shoes as she worked. Her feet looked very young, smooth, and delicate, amazingly as youthful-looking as Meg's or Jessica's or even Donna's. She slipped them in and out, over and over again, revealing soft smooth soles and metallic pink painted toes. and Kyle had the perfect view.The stone's power began to work again, as lines, or, rather, wrinkles, appeared on the tops of them and on their undersides. She slipped them out and lifted them up as they continued to age to right above the ankle, in a similar fashion to the way he had done Donna at first. Her smooth soles started to become very wrinkly and the skin started to look dry and leathery, as veins started to become visible, and the skin on the top of her foot became very wrinkled, with age spots beginning to dot them all over. Her heels started to look worn, weather-beaten and callused. Her dainty toes bent with age, and underneath the metallic polish Kyle knew her nails became brittle and yellowed. They looked very wrinkled, withered and pale, just like Donna's had before, except maybe they looked even older because Mrs. Crawford was older than Donna. She slid her withered feet in and out of her shoes, like they still looked young, which they obviously didn't. Kyle giggled. "Is something funny, Kyle?" She said, turning to face him, looking very stern once again. "No ma'am." he said. Mrs. Crawford then turned around, but before she did, she reached down to scratch her foot. Kyle felt a twinge of excitement, for he felt that she would soon discover the changes in her foot. She reached down and scratched her right foot without looking at it. Kyle then noticed a curious look come onto her face.
Then, what Kyle had been waiting for happened. She slid he chair out just a little, and put her right foot up onto her knee...and her eyes went wide with shock at the sight of it, and her mouth went agape. Even the wrinkles around her eyes showed her shock, as she looked at the aged, pale, veined, wrinkled thing that was once her foot. Kyle grinned with glee. Then, the bell rang. Kyle slid the stone back into his pocket, and gathered his things, as the class rushed out the door. Mrs. Crawford was still speechless and fixated on her foot. "Something wrong?" Kyle asked, putting his bookbag onto his shoulder. The shocked teacher then looked at him for a moment. "No, nothing." she said, nervously. In those short seconds, her foot became youthful once again. "Ok. See you in detention." he said, and walked off. He then looked back to see Mrs. Crawford looking down at her foot again, and was equally shocked to see it young again. "Wait a minute...I thought I saw...." he heard her whisper, as she rubbed her youthful foot. She rubbed her eyes. "I must be going crazy." she said. Kyle giggled as he walked out the door. He then looked back one more time to see her staring once more into her compact. "Why couldn't I have imagined you guys too?" she said. Kyle chuckled as he walked down the hallway.
As he walked down the hallway, he realized that he was the only person in detention with Mrs. Crawford. Now it would be him, and her, alone. And there were plenty more people deserving of payback too, namely the rest of Meg's friends. As he walked to his fourth period class, Kyle thought of how much fun he was going to have afterschool....
TO BE CONTINUED!!
NEXT: More payback hi-jinx in high school, as Kyle gives Mrs. Crawford the rest of her payback, and visits some payback on Meg's friends and some others as well!
Chapter 1- Donna's Dilemma
Donna was a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful indeed. At twenty eight years of age she was a stunning beauty with long dark hair and milky skin that was soft to the touch. From her rosy cheeks to her smooth dainty feet . She had long sexy legs and perky large breasts. Her face had sharp features but stunning and model like. Everything about Donna was perfect, except her personality. Her attitude was absolutely witchy. She treated everyone like garbage, including her own friends and family, especially her nephew, Kyle. She had maried his uncle, a much older man, a few years ago and had two kids with him, and they lived right behind Kyle, so it was misery for him and his little sister, also because Kyle was close to his uncle, and couldn't see him because of her ways. But Kyle had a surprise in store for her.
One day it reached the boiling point for Kyle. The kids were playing outside, his little sister and his cousins, and Donna was griping at them the whole time, complaining and bossing and ordering them around as usual. Even though Kyle hated her picking on them, he knew that if she was on their cases that she was giving him or somebody else a rest. Kyle couldn't understand how somebody as young and obviously beautiful as Donna could be such a hag. Then, her young son Justin, who loved conflict as much as his mother, said something to really fire her up. He called her an old woman. Of course Donna wasn't old and definitely didn't look it, but Kyle thought she was very concientious of her age, and Justin knew the surefire way to fire her up. He did all all the time. Kyle could see the flames of anger rise up in her hazel eyes. "Shut up, Justin, or I'll throw my shoe at you!" she shouts, a usual Donna response. The last time Kyle had seen her so mad at him was when the teachers at school asked Justin how old his mom was, and he told them 100. Even though Jusin provoked it, Kyle felt sorry for him, and, even though her griping wasn't directed at him this time, he still wanted to get her back for the way she treated everyone, and wished he could find the perfect payback.
The next day, which was a Friday, Donna was picking Kyle and the other kids up from school. She had to stop and let an old lady cross the street, and she was moving too slow for Donna's taste. The agitated Donna then angrilily said, "What's the matter with these old people? Are their feet too wrinkled to move right?" she said. The window was down, and Kyle wasn't sure if Donna realized it or not, or if the old lady heard her, and Kyle hoped she didn't. Kyle hated this blatant mean-spiritedness. How would she feel if she was that old, Kyle questioned himself.
That weekend, Kyle went to the mall and he passed an old shop that he had never seen before. He went inside and began to explore. He saw all different sorts of strange artifacts. Mirrors and crystal balls. Statues and figurines. Anything you could possibly imagine. Suddenly a hand grabbed his back. He turned around sharply to see a very kindly looking old man with a long white beard. “I have what you are looking for.” He said simply with a smile. “I wasn’t looking for anything.” Kyle responded confused. “Ah but you were. Follow me.” The old man led him down several rows of artifacts. There seemed to be many more rows of goods than the building should have been able to hold. Finally the old man stopped in the middle of one row and stood in front of a tiny box. Opening the box he revealed a small stone with a clock engraved onto it. Handing it to Kyle he said, “Here you go.” Kyle looked at the rock and then back at the old man. “What does it do?” He asked. “What you want it to do.” The old man replied. “Now go and use it.” The old man started to hurry Kyle along. “You aren’t going to charge me for it?” Kyle asked. “I only charge people who come in here looking for nothing, those that truly need my services get them for free.” He brought Kyle to the door where he collected his bags and left with the artifact, bewildered. He wondered what the man meant, and what the stone would do.
The next day, Donna, his uncle, and their kids came to eat at Kyle's house. Donna looked exceptionally attractive, wearing a short sleeve pink t-shirt, a jean skirt that showed her long legs, and slip-on black leather dress shoes that had leather bows near the toe. She was acting really nice too, but Kyle could see through her front. Kyle kept the stone in his pocket, not knowing what it would really be used for. After dinner, the kids went outside to play, and it was a perfect bright clear summer day. Donna sat on their back portch, watching them; apparently, she was in a rare good mood, because she wasn't bossing them much. Kyle stood nearby the porch, keeping an eye out for any of Donna's usual antics. But, noting seemed to happen. Then, after a little while, Donna got up to call the boys in. She leaned against the side of the porch, and as she did, she was dipping her right foot, lifting it up out of her shoe, as she often did. Donna was a woman who took great pride in her feet and took good care of them, you could tell. Her foot looked so young, soft, and silky smooth. From where Kyle was standing he could see it perfectly, not that it really mattered to him. Then, Kyle felt the sudden urge to take the stone out of his pocket. When he did and looked down at it, he saw the hands of the clock engraved on it move at incredible speed. He then instinctively looked back up at Donna, who still had her back to him, waiting on the boys, still lifting up her youthful foot. Then, Kyle noticed something strange. The smooth skin of her foot began to look strange. It seemed to shift and morph, and strange creases began to appear in the skin. Kyle knew what they were- they were wrinkles, just appearing out of nowhere on her foot in a matter of seconds! Strangely enough, however, her foot still looked young, but wrinkled, pruny, like the age that went with them was yet to catch up. Kyle then looked back to the stone, and saw the clock's hands spinning still, even faster now. He looked back up to her foot, and saw the skin become transparent, with veins visible. He watched as the one silky smooth skin became dry and leathery, drying up like a peach in the son. Finally the hands stopped moving, but Donna's foot remained changed. Whereas it once looked young and smooth seconds ago, it now looked and wrinkled, all the way up to the ankle, while her legs and everything else remained young. Kyle then realized that the stone had the power to age things..and that it shriveled Donna's foot up like a prune right before his very eyes! She continued to lift it up out of her shoe, as if it still looked young, not realizing she was showing off nothing but age and wrinkles. Kyle couldn't help but snicker at her aged foot. He knew that she would freak if she saw it...and she wouldn't know that he did it! Then, just as quickly as it happened, Donna's weathered foot began to rejuvenate, becoming young, smooth, and youthful again. Donna slipped her foot out of her shoe and looked at it, apparently noticing something strange, but her foot had already turned back to normal. If only she had seen what Kyle saw! Kyle looked at the rock and put it back into his pocket. He knew he now had the power to give Donna the ultimate payback!
Donna let Kyle and his sister come into the house with thier cousins. Kyle now knew that the stone controlled time, and it was bout time Donna learned a lesson. He couldn't wait to test his new toy once again. He watched her as she screamed at her two little boys and came up with a clever idea of how to use his new power. He observed Donna from the next room. She was sitting at the kitchen table writing something down and constantly yelling at one son or another to keep it down. She was constantly her shoes on and off of her feet to the point the one fell off all together. Now with one shoe off and one shoe on Kyle was noticing the changes in her once perfect, smooth, soft foot, even clearer now. Lines were appearing on the top of it. Not lines, but wrinkles. Her foot was aging again. Both feet were much older as her could see the other was still sliding in and out of her shoe. Age spots were visible on them as well as veins. The toes began to get crooked and the toe nails yellowed. Her feet were very wrinkled now but only up to her ankles. The rest of her leg was smooth and young. Her feet look about ninety years old. Really pale, wrinkled veined things with hard yellow nails and cracked calloused heels. He snickered at the fact that she didn’t know it happened yet. Her son Justin noticed and was stunned. “Mommy, your feet look old!” Donna rolled her eyes. “Not now Justin. Mommy is writing something.” As soon as Justin left the room her feet began to grow young again. Kyle was satisfied with his new toy. Now to find the right time to let Donna know about it.
The perfect time arose the next day when he and his sister were out at her house, and Donna was getting ready to go somewhere. She was sitting in front of the mirror applying make up when the phone rang. She felt she was too busy to answer the phone, and hollered at her nephew “Kyle, answer the phone. Kyle? Answer the phone. Answer the phone now!” She snapped. Finally the phone stopped wringing. Kyle came in to see what she was yelling about. “What were you asking?” He questioned. “I said get the telephone! You didn’t hear it wringing? Are you deaf!?” As she continued to yell at him she began to change. This time it wasn’t her feet. He saw small line creep up in the corner of her eyes and mouth. Lines that shouldn’t be on the face of a woman in her mid twenties. Her features looked even more mature, she was beginning to look middle aged. Lines crept across her forehead and her cheeks began to sag a little. Her face was looking very tired as more and more wrinkles appeared. Her nose looked larger and began to hook, her eyes sank in as wrinkles formed in the bags under them. Her face looked very old like Kyle's grandmother's now. And it kept getting older. Her cheeks were wrinkled sagging jowls and her lips were thin and old looking. As soon as she was done berating Kyle she turned back to finish putting on her make up. “Oh my god!” she screamed, seeing her ancient looking face. “What’s happened to me?” She wailed. “That’s what happens when you aren’t nice to people Donna, or should I say Granny Donna.” Kyle laughed. “You did this?” She screamed. “I did. And from now on every time you are mean to someone you are going to get old. One body part at a time. And if you're really mean? Your entire body will age until you are a wrinkled sagging elderly woman in her nineties.” Donna couldn’t believe it. “No, No.” she kept saying and Kyle laughed.
Donna stood staring at Kyle in disbelief, with her now ancient-looking face, a sagging mosaic of wrinkles. She would turn and look in the mirror, and turn back and look at him in disbelief, while he smiled. "No...no..." she said, in horror. "Yes, Donna. The meaner you get...the older you look..." he said. "No...change me back..." Donna pleaded. "Nuh-uh, Granny Donna...what's the magic words..." Kyle said. Then, anger started to show in her aged, craggy features. "Change me back now!" Donna demanded. "Remember what I told you...I'd watch that temper if I were you.." Kyle said, grinning, only angering her further. "Change me back!" she demanded. Kyle then saw gray streaks appear in her dark hair, and watched as her darkhair became lighter and lighter, as it grayed and grayed, becoming a silvery white. "Donna, I wouldn't get stressed out like that..it's giving you gray hairs...not to mention wrinkles..." Kyle said. Donna then turned to the mirror and saw her scraggily silvered hair, which now matched her withered face. "No!" she gasped. "You little..." she said, turning to face Kyle, but then saw her hands. She watched as the youthful milky skin startd to become thin and transparent, as veins became visible and the skin became wrinkled and gnarled, and the perfect nails yellowed and chipped. Even the skin of her arms had become wrinkled and sagging. And that wasn't all that was sagging, so were her once perky breasts. "No...stop this..stop it!" she said. "Not until you learn to be nicer, Granny Donna!" Kyle says. Donna, looking more and more like an old hag, glared at him angrily. "Stop it now!" she exclaimed, glaring at him and gritting her teeth with pure hatred on her haggard face. She was like one of those bitter, angry old women. She was aging, and angry. "Donna, you stop. You're just making yourself older and older..and showing how much of a hag you are..." Kyle said. Donna then looked down at her legs to see them becoming thin, withered sticks, and watched as her dainty feet began to wither, the tops of them becoming covered with age spots and wrinkles, and her dainty toes bending and crinkling with age, the toe nails becoming cracked and yellowed. Suddenly, Donna's form began to feel the effects of old age as she hunched over, grabbing at her back. She definitely looked ancient now, like some withered old woman in her nineties, with a bitter, permanent wrinkled frown expression on her face. "Stop it..." she said. "STOP..." she started to exclaim , and then her voice broke. "My voice...my voice.."she said, and her voice sounded like a typical old granny's. She looked just like one and sounded like it too. "Change me back this instant, you..you..." the granny-like Donna said, but apparently the aging was affecting her memory a little, and she couldn't think of what to call him. "You..whippersnapper!" she said, and Kyle laughed. She really sounded like a granny now!
Just then, her son Justin came into the room, and was surpirsed by what he saw. "Mommy, you're old, like grandma!" he said. "More like great-grandma!" Kyle added. "Mommy's old! Why?" Justin asked. "Because your mommy is old. She's very old, and that's why we should call her granny from now on!" Kyle added. He could see the anger coming onto the withered old woman's face. "Okay. Are you okay, granny?" Justin asked. This angered Donna even more. "Change me back now!" the crone said, shaking a withered finger at him. "All you have to do is say the magic words." Kyle said. A disgusted look then came on Donna's face, as she said, as sincerely as she could, "Please change me back!"
Then, before Kyle and Justin's eyes, Donna's craggy, sagging features began to youthen, as she rejuvenated. Her sagging skin became taught once more, and the color returned to her snowy hair. It was like watching time turn back. She still stood there, holding her back, thinking she was still old. "Please...I don't want to be old!" she said. She then realized her voice was young again. She turned back to the mirror, putting her hands on her cheeks, feeling the rejuvenated skin, and smiled. "i'm young again!" she shouted. "Just remember...the meaner you get, the older you get..and next time, it might be permanent." Kyle said. Donna didn't say a word, just stared at him in shock. "You mean...every time I get snippy with someone...I start to age?" she questioned. "Exactly." Kyle replied. Donna got as pale as a ghost. "Granny, you're young again!" Justin said. "Son, you don't have to call me that anymore." she said. Kyle giggled, and Donna muttered something, which was apparently something spiteful, since she looked and saw her hand becoming withered again. "Oh no..." she said, looking at it. "Uh uh uh, Granny Donna. Remember?" Kyle said. "I'm sorry." she replied, and he watched her hand become youthful again. She then glared spitefully at him, with cross eyes. Suddenly, large crow's feet began to appear around them. "Nuh-uh, Donna." Kyle said, pointing to his eyes. She then looked in the mirror and saw the creases surrounding her eyes and gasped, and then said, "I'm sorry." The lines disappeared, and Donna then knew she couldn't even make mean gestures at anyone, and realized the power her nephew now had over her. She was a nervous wreck, and Kyle was taking in the joy of the power he now had over her.
Then, Kyle's uncle came into the room. "What's goin' on, honey?" he asked. "Nothing, just talking." Donna said, smiling nervously. Justin then ran up to his father. "Daddy, daddy, mommy was old!" he said. "Old? Son, what do you mean?" his dad asked. Kyle could see Donna nervously shrinking back. "Old, and all wrinkly, like grandma!" Justin said. Donna then interceded. "Oh, he means that we were playing, and I was pretending to be an old lady!" she said, and demonstrated. She then grabbed her back and started acting like an old lady, saying "Flibbity Jibbit! You young whippersnapper!" Kyle giggled as he saw this, and his uncle laughed. "Nice save, Donna." Kyle thought to himself.
The rest of the day, Donna stayed eerily silent, and honestly tried to keep her distance from Kyle. Se knew all too well the awful power he had over her. She knew that with one wrong word, or one cross look, that Kyle could make her worst fear a reality. And it filled Kyle with an overwhelming sense of power. Now, she couldn't do anything to him for fear of becoming a withered old hag. Over the next couple of days, it seemed Donna was on her toes, watching out and working hard to control her temper. Because of this, Kyle became a bit bored, but he wondered about the magical stone the old man gave him. He wondered if its power worked not just on Donna, but on anyone he willed it to.
One evening, Kyle's curiosity got the better of him. He was walking outside, thinking, when he saw a young woman walking up the road. She was a few years older than him, in her early twenties. She walked up the road about every day. She was very attractive, with long,sandy blond hair tied back into a pony-tail, and big blue eyes. She had wonderfully tan skin, and was very fit, and Kyle judged that she took good care of herself, and that walking was one of her excercises. She was wearing work out clothes, but looked very attractive in them. Her shirt was a white spaghetti-strap one, which showed her C-cup breasts, and rather short work-out shorts, which showed beautiful long, tanned, perfectly toned legs. Kyle then took the stone out of his pocket. He wondered and contemplated whether or not he should test the stone's power again, on this unsuspecting person. He then put the stone back down into his pocket, and approached the attractive young woman.
"Hi, my name's Kyle. I live in this house right over here, and I see you walking down the road every day. You live around here?" Kyle asked. "Just down the block a bit." she said. She was smiling, and as Kyle talked to her he noticed she never seemed to stop smiling. She had one of those smiles that her entire face lit up and smiled with her, and you couldn't help but smile with her too. "My name's Rachel." She said, still smiling, showing perfect white teeth with cute little lines around her eyes, which only showed themselves when she smiled. "I usually walk down the road myself, usually by myself. Mind if I walk with you?" he said, surprised at how brazen he was with his approach. He was usually very shy, but not today. "Sure. I'd like to have some company." She said, and the two started to walk down the long country road. As they walked, they talked, and Kyle walked with his hands shoved into his pockets, his right hand touching the stone in his pocket. As they talked, he noticed that Rachel was a very sweet, friendly person with a bubbly personality. He knew he couldn't test the stone on her. She was too sweet and nice a person. Someone like Donna deserved to have its power used against them, but not her. Still, in the recesses of Kyle's mind, he wondered what this gorgeous young woman would look like aged, just as Donna was. Surely she would look much better than Donna did.
Then, suddenly, as they continued to walk and talk, something began to happen. Kyle noticed that Rachel was starting to look a little older, more mature. He saw faint lines began to appear around her eyes and around her mouth, and this time they weren't from smiling, they were from age, th long-term effects of her smiling in the form of laugh lines. She looked to be in her thirties now. Kyle briefly pulled the stone a little bit out of his pocket, just enough to see the clock face on it. It was spinning faster and faster, just like it did when it was aging Donna. Kyle couldn't believe it. The stone worked on anyone he willed it to, and this time just his thoughts activated its power. As the hands on the stone spun, Rachel continued to age, unbeknownst to her. Kyle tried to keep talking, and stay acting as calm, cool, collected, and perfectly normal-acting as he could. The lines on her face grew deeper, and the radiance of her face began to dull. She was in her late 30's now, probably around the same age as his mom, Kyle thought. The stone's power continued to work upon her, aging her into her forties, as more lines appeared upon her face and the ones she had grew deeper, and some gray hair began to weave their way into her brownish-gold locks. Her face seemed to be less taught than before, and her breasts were beginning to sag, also. Kyle saw her toned, fit legs, and saw vericose veins beginning to form upon them as the skin became less taught, and saw cellulite began to form. He marvelled at how time began to ravage her perfectly fit form, and though it seemed kind of sad, it was also strangely arousing him. He noticed that the rapidly-aging Rachel began to slow down in her walking, and started to act tired, as she rapidly approached her fifties, as gray streaks began to run through her hair and her face began to sag even more and become lined with even more wrinkles that were ever-deepening. He could se liver spots appearing on her now leathery, veined hands, and on her arms and above her breasts. Her breasts began to sag even more, starting to point downwards to her toes. Her legs now were thinner and veined, with cellulite starting just up at the thigh, yet her legs still somehow looked athletic. "Weird...I'm starting to feel tired..." she said. Kyle was a bit ahead of her as she started to slow down even more as her once fit body continued to age. "Ow!" she yelped from behind him. "What's wrong?" Kyle asked, and looked behind him to see Rachel holding her back. "My back..it's never hurt like this before!" she said, with hurt and concern showing in her deepening wrinkles, especially the large crow's feet around her eyes and the wrinkled bags growing beneath them, and on the broad lines creasing her forehead. However, they continued to press on, and Rachel was so focused on her walking and talking that she didn't notice the changes going on in her body, though Kyle took notice of every detail. The wrinkles on her face grew as tons more appeared, as her face sagged, becoming longer and longer, with sagging jowls. Her hair became completely silvery gray, and the skin on her neck began to look loose and wrinkled, like a turkey's. Her breast saaged almost down to her stomach, and her belly began to pooch out a little from age. The skin on her arms seemed to hang off her, and her legs began to look like thin, withered, veined sticks. She looked to be in her 60's or 70's now, and she shuffled along, and just that seemed to exhaust her. She was as old as Kyle's grandmother, and looked every bit of it, and looked ridiculous in such young clothes. "I feel so tired..so weak..." she said, her voice shaky and raspy, like an old woman's. Apparently, her hearing was going because she couldn't hear the difference in her voice. Kyle then grabbed her thin, wrinkled arm, helpng her, as she aged even further, her face totally collapsing under the wrinkles. Her gray hair turned silvery white, and her breasts sagged onto her stomach. Almost everything sagged on her. The withered old woman on Kyle's arm looked nothing like the fit young woman he walked with moments ago. She was in her 80's now, old enough to be his great-grandmother. There was something different about her aged appearance from Donna's, though. Whereas Donna looked like a bitter old crone, Rahel looked like a wizened, yet kind elderly woman. He felt badly about how she had aged, though, considering how she had kept fit in her youth. Yet, like before, it strangely aroused him.
"What's wrong with me?" the elderly Rachel said. Though the changes seemed to take an eternity in Kyle's mind, they had only taken a few moments in reality, and she had still not caught on. As she said that, she looked at him with her deep blue eyes, the only things still youthful about her, and that was fast vanishing. Kyle knew this had to stop, now. He had to reverse it before she caught on. Donna deserved to have that power over her, but not Rachel. She had been so kind to him. "Hold on a second, Rachel." he said, letting go of her withered arm. She stood there, barely supporting her aged body, gripping her aged back with one hand. Kyle knew that he had reversed the effects before, when Donna apologized. However, since his mind started the change in Rachel now, maybe his thoughts could reverse it. He took the stone out of his pocket, and, suddenly, the hands on the clock face upon it began to move backwards. He looked up, and watched as the effects reversed themselves. He watched as wrinkles receeded upon her and disappeared as color returned to her hair, and as her skin became taught and vibrant, the years washing away like sand in the rain. It was like watching life start all over again. In a matter of seconds, she was her youthful, athletic self again. It was like the difference between night and day. If Kyle didn't know better, he would've thought that the old woman there moments ago was a completely different person, and not Rachel's future self.
"Do you feel better now, Rachel?" he asked. "Yeah..it's weird...it's like this weakness suddenly came over me...and then it was gone, just as fast!" she said. "I better head home before it happens again. I might be coming down with something." she said, and smiled her beautiful smile, which lit up her once again flawless face, and warmed Kyle's heart. "It was nice meeting you! Don't be a stranger!" she said, walking home. "I won't." Kyle said, and he wouldn't. He had seen a side of Rachel that no one had ever seen, and wouldn't see for many, many years.
As Kyle walked home, he took the stone out of his pocket and stared at it. He now thought about the awesome power he now had in his hands. He remembered what he did to both Donna and Rachel. He then remembered the satisfaction he got when he gave Donna the ultimate payback, and, suddenly, thought of a way to use this new power of his. He thought about other people who wronged him in his life, other people he could get back at. The idea came to him naturally. He would use it, tomorrow, at school, upon some of the snotty girls there who had treated him badly. Kyle grinned, knowing it was the perfect idea, as he looked at the stone, revelling in the power of his new toy. Payback was just beginning. His high school was about to get a few new seniors...senior citizens, that is!!
"PAYBACK"
Chapter 2- High School Seniors
The next morning, Donna drove the kids, including Kyle, to school. Kyle had his magic stone, his Rock of Ages as he called it, in his pocket, ready for the day's events, determined to make it one of the best days ever. They were going to stop at the high school and drop Kyle off first. On the way there, Donna had to stop to let the same little elderly lady they had encountered before cross the road, to get to her morning paper. This greatly frustrated Donna, and for a moment she forgot about the power Kyle had over her. "There's that old fogey again." she said. Suddenly, Donna saw her hands, whcih were gripping the steering wheel, begin to age. She watched as they aged like before, becoming veined, wrinkled, and age spotted. Her eyes opened wide with shock, and then she remembered. Every time she talked mean to someone or said something bad about someone, she would age. "Oh God, I'm sorry!!" she said. Then, her hands became youthful once more, and she breathed a sigh of relief. In the back seat, Kyle grinned in delight. "Let's let this nice lady pass." Donna said, biting her tounge, and changing her tune rather quickly.
Finally, they continued on, when Justin asked Donna a difficult question. "Mommy, you were old like that old lady back there once. All old and wrinkly just like her." Justin said. "I don't know what you're talking about, son." she said. It was all Kyle could do to keep from cracking up. "Remember? You turned yourself all old and wrinkly. Can you do it again?" he said. "No, because I don't know what you're talking about." she said. "Yes you do, mommy! Get all old and wrinkly! Get all old and wrinkly!" he said. Finally, it was all the short-tempered Donna could take. "Shut up, Justin!" she said, and he quited down. Donna then looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw crow's feet wrinkles growing at the corners of her eyes. "Oh no, not again." she said. "See? You're already starting, mommy!" Justin said, pointing out the newly-forming wrinkles. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She looked in the rear view mirror again, to see Kyle giggling. He loved every second of this. "I'm sorry, Justin." she said, and the wrinkles around her eyes disappeared, much to her relief. Soon, they arrived at Kyle's school, and let him out, and she was even more relieved. "Be good, Donna." he said, as he headed towards the school. He delighted at the look of pure fright on her face when she said that. That was fun, Kyle thought, but now that he was at school, the real fun was going to begin.
As the day began, Kyle already had an idea of who he was going to use the stone's power against. There was one girl there, who was a high school senior just like him. Her name was Meg, and she was the school star, little miss perfect. Every school has one like her. She was preppy and popular, with her good looks that landed her the titles of head cheerleader, prom queen, and carousel queen. And she let everyone know how superior she was, too. She acted so sweet and innocent around the teachers and everyone else, acting like the perfect little princess, but behind their backs she and her group of friends, the popular circle of girls, treated everyone like dirt, lording their so-called superiority over the "less popular", and even talked about those teachers behind their backs. Their terribly mistreated and made fun of one of Kyle's friends a couple of weeks ago to his face. They didn't care, they felt that they were perfect and so superior that no one could ever touch them or dare to do anything to them, especially Meg. They thought wrong, and Kyle was going to show them how wrong they were.
Later, at lunch break, Kyle searched all over, looking for Meg and her popular squad. He then saw Meg and one of her friends, Jessica, walking outside in the school courtyard, skipping lunch and feeding off their usual vile gossip. They were the only two out there, since lunch period had just started and most people were getting their lunches. Kyle decided to skip lunch as well and head out to the courtyard, for something much more satisfying.
As he approached, he could hear Meg and Jessica gossiping. They were loud enough for the dead to hear them, with their annoying valley-girl voices, which grated on Kyle's every nerve. Meg looked as gorgeous as she always did. Kyle had to admit that Meg was beautiful, but he knew the personality underneath her beauty, and that was more than enough of a turnoff for him. Meg had sharp, model-like features, and lovely tan skin she probably got from tanning. She had sharp, model like features, a perfect nose, radiant face, with a smile with perfect teeth of which anyone would be envious. Her green eyes were like two emeralds, that shown brightly and were only accented by her shoulder-length auburn hair, which went well with her tan complexion, and was enhanced by gold highlights. She wore a pink spaghetti-strap t-shirt, which was definitely against the school dress code, though she, being little miss perfect, could get away with with a laugh and a smile, as well as shameless flattery of teachers. The shirt showed her at least C-cup breasts, which were as perfect as anything else on her body. She wwas also wearing a flowered skirt that was also much too short, which showed her perfect, long tan legs, and pink thong sandals which showed her dainty perfect feet, with pink-painted toes and jeweled toe rings on both of her middle toes. Meg looked like she could be a model, or the next Paris Hilton or something, and probably would be in the future. However, Kyle planned on showing her a glimpse farther ino her future than she would like. Her friend, Jessica, was no less beautiful. She too had very model-like features and tan skin, and she and Meg probably went to the same tanning salon. Jessica had long dark hair, accenuated by higlights, and big brown eyes. She had a few freckles that dotted her face, mainly under her eyes, but they were kind of attractive. She too wore a revealing spaghetti-strap top, but this was was light green, and showed her at least B-cup breasts. She also wore a short green skirt, with white flower designs on it, which showed long tan legs that were only outshone by Meg's. She also wore sandals as well, but she wore green ones, which matched her outfit. Kyle heard their gossiping, and heard them talking about and making fun of one of their teachers, ironically, one that sucked up to all the time. "Have you seen Mrs. Burleson's wrinkles?" Meg said. "Yeah, what a total wrinkle-fest." Jessica added, and they both laughed. "I know, they're disgusting. She has to be like, what, 40? She definitely needs to invest in some wrinkle cream!" Meg said, and the two laughed. "I definitely never want to get old, not like that!" Meg continued. However, Kyle was going to make sure that Meg and Jessica did just that, in the ultimate twist of irony. They were jst as deserving of the stone's wrath as Donna was, if not more so, because their lesser age made them even more cruel, belying their outside appearances.
Kyle knew that this was the perfect moment. He took the stone out of his pocket, and held it in his hands to where they couldn't see it, and summoned up his courage and walked up towards him. "And what do you want?" Meg said, obnoxiously. "The other day, you said something very mean to one of my friends." Kyle said. "So what if we did? You and your friends are a bunch of geeks anyway." Meg replied coldly, while Jessica remained silent, but smiled and giggled and shook her head in agreement. Suddenly, unbeknownst to Kyle, yet willed by him, the hands of the clock upon his rock of ages began to spin rapidly. "You should watch out what you say to someone. There's no telling what could happen to you when you're cruel to someone." Kyle said. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you threatening us, you freak?" she replied. Kyle remained silent, but he knew the stone's powers were working on both the girls already.
As Kyle stood there before them, the effects of the stone's aging power began. The two quickly shot out of their teens and into their twenties, as their breasts grew and they features became even more radiant. Then, just as quickly, in a matter of seconds, they began to shoot through their twenties, as Kyle noticed their features maturing. "You don't understand what I'm talking about, but you will." Kyle said. The two were continuing to age before him, and they were so busy wracking their brains trying to figure out what he was talking about that they didn't notice. They began to shoot through their 30's, as some of their radiance began to fade. Wrinkles began to form at the corners of Meg's eyes, and above her lush, full lips. Wrinkles wer appearing under Jessica's eyes, and lines were appearing on her forehead. Their faces were starting to look more mature and lose their youtful glow. Kyle grinned, truly enjoying every second of it. "What are you talking about, freak?" Jessica asked, sharply. Kyle then giggled. "Meg, what's wrong with you eyes?" he said, chanig the subject. "What are you talking about?" she said, rudely. "Geez, Meg, are those wrinkles?" he said, teasing her. "What?!?!?" she said, offended. She then took out her compact, opened it up, and was shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Her mouth plopped open wide. The look of shock on her maturing features was priceless. "My God...I look..older!!" she said, touching the crow's feet lines streaming out of her eyes. "This can't happen! I'm too young to have wrinkles!!" she exclaimed, and Kyle chuckled. "Maybe it's all that tanning, Meg." he said. Jessica then giggled, and said, "You do look older, Meg! And you do have wrinkles!" she said. This made Meg very angry. "Look who's talking, Jessica. So do you!" Kyle said. "What?" she questioned. Meg was too bust stressing over her own appearance to worry about her friend. "Let me see that mirror!" she said, snatching the compact from Meg. The look of shock on her face was just as priceless when she caught sight of her aging features. "Oh my God!!" she exclaimed, examining the lines under her eyes and upon her forehead. Meg then pointed and laughed at her friend, showing Kyle that there was no loyalty even among them.
As Jessica stressed over the changes in her appearance, Meg continued to age, rapidly entering her 40's. The lines on her face deepened, and new ones appeared around her cheeks and on her forehead, her face becoming even more mature, as gray hairs began to show up in her highlighted auburn hair. Her C-cups began to sag a little as she entered middle age, and the skin all over her was becoming less taut. Veins were appearing on her gorgeous tan legs and on the tops of her delicate feet, as the skin started to look more leathery and weathered. She didn't look like the gorgeous teenage prom queen anymore, she looked more like someone's aging mother. Kyle really loved that.
Jessica then looked up from the compact for a moment, and saw the drastic changes in her so-called friend. "God....Meg...you look so...old!! You look even older than before!" she said, nearly speechless. "What?!?!?" Meg questioned, cheeking her aging face. She then snatched the compact from Jessica. The look of sheer horror on her wrinkly face was even more priceless than before. Kyle grinned in delight. "Oh my God...I'm so old!! I look worse than my mom!!" she exclaimed, touching her face and examining her newborn wrinkles. At the same time, Jessica was quickly catching up to Meg in age, as the wrinkles under her eyes became large bags and the lines on her forehead grew broader, as more lines appeared around her mouth, and the taut skin of her face began to droop a little, as well as her breasts, and her les and feet were in no better shape than Meg's. She also had gray in her hair, but, ironically, less than Meg did. Though they were both somewhere in their 40's now, Meg looked older than Jessica, and wasn't aging as gracefully, having more wrinkles and gray hairs. Kyle loved the sweet irony of that, and he knew that it would make the payback to Meg even sweeter. "What's happened to me? This isn't normal!!" Meg exclaimed, and was so shocked that she dropped her compact, shattering its mirror to pieces on the ground. "Way to go, wrinkles!" Jessica said, agitated. Meg then looked over at Jessica crossly, and saw that Jessica had aged in the past few minutes as well. "Look who's talking! You're just as old-looking as me!!" Meg said. Jessica cheeked her face. "She's right, sort of." Kyle chimed in. "Trust me, you've got your fair share of wrinkles!!" Meg told Jessica. Jessica's growing anger showed in the wrinkles surrounding her eyes. "Not as many as you, pruneface! And just look at your saggy boobs!" Jessica said, pointing at Meg's sadly sagging breasts, which were much droopier than Jessica's, possibly because they were larger than Jessica's originally. Kyle loved how the rapidly aging beauties turned on one another. They were only treating each other like they treated everyone else. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
The two aging women argued with each other, as, before each other's eyes, and Kyle's, they aged. They began to go through their 40's and straight into their 50's. The wrinkles on Meg's face grew even deeper, giving her terrible crow's feet, laugh lines, and worry lines atop her forehead. Gray streaks appeared through her hair, a different, less flattering type of highlights. Her breast sagged even more, down onto her stomach almost. Age spots began to appear on her hands, as well as veins, as the skin on them became rougher and dried and even the skin on her arms became less taut. She was developing some middle-aged spread in her mid-section as well, which made her look different from the thin model-like Meg everyone adored, or so she thought. Veins began to appear all over her legs, and she began to develop terrible cellulite at her thighs. Her feet were aging and withering considerably, as the skin became dry and leathery, with some wrinkles forming at the tops of her them as well as veins and age spots. Her heels were starting to look terribly worn and weathered. Her model-like nose seemed to become larger, and less attractive. She was aging very badly. Jessica, on the othe hand, fared a little better. Though the streaks of gray appeared through her hair, her face fared a little better. Though her wrinkles grew deeper, they weren't as deep and craggy as those on Meg's face, and though it sagged, did not droop as bdly as Meg's. Her breasts drooped,though nowhere near as badly as Meg's C-cups. Her neck and hands showed her age, however. Her legs aged better than Meg's, they were thinner yet veined, but weren't nowhere near as pock-marked with cellulite. Her feet fared a little better, just a little veined with slightly worn, weathered heels. They both saw each other age in a matter of seconds, and their reactions were even more priceless than thier initial ones. "You're getting even older!" the two said to each other, in unison. Though they had no mirror to see their reflections, they could tell how drastic the changes were by the looks in each other's aged faces. They looked down at their hands and all the other parts they could see, with mouths agape and eyes wide in shock. They would scream if they could, but were too frightened and shocked. "What's happening to us?" the two questioned, almost in unison. "Isn't it obvious? You're aging. Getting older by the second...with each second, more and moreof your youth and beauty- the things you flaunted and misused...are fading away..." Kyle said, grinning. "No! No!" they moaned, as their bodies continued to age before their eyes and Kyle's.
Soon, the two aging women entered their 60's and seventies, as the changes became even more drastic. Meg's hair turned completely gray. Her face was nearly unrecognizable under the sea of wrinkles that now covered it, as her cheeks became sagging jowls. Her neck looked like a turkey's, and her breasts sagged onto a wrinkled gut that now protruded from her. Her hands were terrible, veined, age-spotted things. Her legs were just as bad, with saggy knees, spidery veins all over, and her thighs looked like cottage cheese. Her feet completely withered, as her toes bent with age, and the pink paint on the nails chipped as the nails became cracked and yellowed. Her form began tostoop from age, possibly osteoporosis, it was obvious that she hadn't been drinking her milk in her youth. Meg was in her late seventies at this time, and looked even older. She looked positively ancient. Jessica fared little better, as time beat upon her like the ocean on a stone. Her hair became completely gray, as more and more wrinkles form on her fae as it completely sagged with sagging jowls. She had alot of age spots on her face as well, and the freckles she once had in her youth couldn't be seen for them. Most of her body did like Meg's, except the fact that she remained thin. Her arms and legs looked like thin, withered sticks. Her feet were pale and veined, withered things with bent toes and brittle yellowed nails. At first Kyle would've thougt she had aged better than Meg, but on further examination he saw she had aged jsut as bad, just in a different way. Kyle couldn't believe what was before him. Before him was once the two most beautiful and popular girls in school, and now they were reduced to pathetic looking old hags. Meg stood, holding her back, and if he didn't know better he thought the paunchy elderly woman's breasts were going to scrape the ground. Jessica wasn't stooped like Meg, but instead stood shaking. They looked so old. Kyle marveled at the difference in their aging. He would've never expected either of them to age these ways. Meg looked like one of those paunchy, dumpy little grandmas, while Jessica looked like one of those thin, withered old women, whose wrinkly skin seemed to hang off their bones. They didn't look so superior now, Kyle thought.
The two elderly women glared at each other. "Meg..you're.." "Jessica..you're..." They both said, unable to finish. You could hear that their preppy valley-girl voices now sounded rattly and shaky. "We're both old women!!" they said in unison, in total disbelief of what had happened to them. They both looked down at their hands, their breasts. The disgust and shock showed in the tons of wrinkles on their faces. "This isn't possible..we were so young..." Meg kept saying, over and over. "I can't believe this...at least we don't have mirrors to see it." Jessica added. "But we can sse each other...and he sees us..." Meg said, as the two ancient-looking women, looking downright ridiculous in such youthful clothes, turned their old, wrinkle-rimmed eyes towards him. "Guees you ladies don't have any room to make fun of Mrs. Burleson, do you? Because she looks like a spring chicken next to you two old bags. You look like mummies next to her!!" Kyle said. "You...you somehow did this to us!!" Meg said in a shaky voice, shaking an equally shaky gnarled finger at him. "That's right, I did. I have the power to do it. I wanted to make you pay for mistreating people the way you do- both to their face, and behind thier backs. You live for your perfection, your youth and beauty....and I wanted to show you that you won't have it forever. I just made you what you were on the inside...ugly old hags..." Kyle said. "Change us back...please!!" Jessica begged, tears beginning to run down her wrinkled face, though there weren't many, because at her age most of them were dried up. "I can..but I want to make sure you've learned your lesson. I want to make sure that you never mistreat or talk about or make fun of anyone ever again...or else!"he stated. "I swear! I swear!" Jessica exclaimed, not able to get too excited at her age. Meanwhile, a cross look appeared on Meg's wrinkled face. "Don't beg to him! He can't do this to us!Do you know who we are? Or, really, who I am?" Meg said, in her raspy old voice. "Hmmh. Feisty old thing, aren't you? Well, you thought no one could touch you, Meg...you were wrong." Kyle said. 'Believe me..it was mainly Meg! I just wanted to be considered popular...I went along with her! I don't even really like her!" Jessica said. "What?!?!" Meg replied. "Yes, but you let her do those things. You let her control you, let beauty and popularity be more important than anything...still, you are admitting the truth...but you have to prove it..." Kyle said. "Don't listen to that freak, Jessica! Don't! Do you hear me?" Meg said, sounding like a demanding old crone. Jessica then turned around to face Meg. "Shut up, Meg! I'm tired of listening to you, of doing everything you say! Enough is enough!" Jessica said. Meg was in shock. Her entired aged body was shaking. "That's enough for me." Kyle said. He then held his hand on the stone. Its hands moved rapidly backward, as the effects of time reversed itself, and Jessica's features youthened. Just as quickly as she had aged, she became young again. "Just remember, Jessica...I can always make you old again if you don't...." Kyle said. "I...I..understand." she said, with fear in her voice, yet grateful to be young again. Meg stood, dejected. "See, Meg? Now you see the truth. No one really likes you for you...you or your obnoxious personality. It's the beauty, the popularity..they attached themselves to you so a little of that would rub off on them. Now you don't even have that anymore. Now you're old and alone." Kyle said. Finally, Meg broke. "No, please..I'll do anything...just make me young again! Please! Oh, God, please!" the old woman pleaded. "All right." he said. The stone's power then reversed, changing the paunchy old woman back into the slim young prom queen she once was. "However, both of you must never breathe this to anyone, or else. And you must make sure to change your ways..if you don't, I'll know. And then I'll change you both back into old hags...and maybe I won't be so merciful next time." Kyle said. "We understand...we understand..." the two rejuvenated girls, still frightened, said in unison. "Just in case, I'm going to leave you both little reminders." he said. Suddenly, little lines began to appear around Meg's eyes, the stating of crow's feet. And underneath Jessica's eyes, little bags appeared. Kyle picked up shards of the shattered mirror and handed it to the two girls. "See?" he said. The girls gasped, not liking such signs of age, as minute as they were, flawing their youthful features. "Just think, it could be worse...and remember, I'm watching, ladies...."he said, as he walked back into the building, as the girls looked at him with fright in their eyes. They'd think twice about how they treated someone now.
Kyle walked down the hallway, satisfied. He felt more satisfaction out of that than he did when he aged Donna. Now, he wasn't just getting payback for himself. He was getting payback for others who had been wronged. And he was enjoying every second of it. Kyle now knew his power had a purspose, and, if he could help it, he would use it for that purpose alone, no matter how intoxicating it was. Meg and Jessica still had more friends deserving of the stone's wrath, but they weren't in his lunch period. Kyle didn't care though, he'd find them and give them payback soon enough. And, somehow, Kyle felt that there would be plenty of things to do with his newfound ower until then.
After the encounter with Meg and Jessica, Kyle's lunch break flew by, like it always did, and he found himself in his third period Algebra class, which he totally despised, but not for the work. No, he despised it for an entirely different reason. He despised it for his teacher, Mrs. Crawford. Mrs. Crawford was one of those teachers you loved to hate. She was almost as bad as Donna...almost. She was about 35 or 36, but looked very young. She was a regular slave-driver, giving them tons of work and homework, and tests and quizzes every time you tunred arond. She didn't give them any free time to do anything. And her classroom had to be completely quiet. She had put Kyle and many of his friends in detention for the least offenses. And, to make matters worse, she was on eof those teachers that was right in Meg's pocket. She was also the head of the cheerleading team, and thought Meg was a little angel. If only she knew what he had done to her earlier, Kyle thought to himself. Mrs. Crawford would have been a very attractive teacher herself, if she didn't act like a much older one than she actually was, at least when it came to her Algebra class. She was very tall, with long shining blond hair, that looked very silky to the touch. She had very gorgeous Swedish features, though her skin was a little darker thanks to her choice of make-up, yet still radiant, with a perfect nose. She had beautiflu blue eyes that were only accenuated by the sexy dark eyeshadow she wore. At this time she loked just as attractive as ever, wearing a burgundy velvet short sleeve shirt that showed perky breasts beneath it and a nice gold necklace. She was wearing a long jean skirt, and was wearing black backless slip-on shoes, which showed very attractive, smooth, perfect-looking feet. Shehad her shining locks in a long ponytail, with a large metallic hair clip that was shaped like a butterfly. She looked very attractive, yet tasteful, however, with a great body like hers, Kyle felt that she dressed somehow less conservatively at home. She didn't look like she was in her 30's at all. The only thing that might have shown her age were very faint, hardly visible lines at the corners of her eyes, which were concealed very well with make-up, yet they somehow added to her attractiveness. Kyle often wondered what the youthful Mrs. Crawford would look like older. And, considering her disposition towards her class, especially Kyle and his friends, and most teenagers in general (except for Meg and her cheerleader friends), she was deserving of a little payback, and Kyle was more than ready to see what his stone could do to her. The class had already started, and Mrs. Crawford was already piling the work up on them and preparing them for a new pop quiz. As she was writing instructions on the board, demanding total silence from the class, Kyle slipped his Rock of Ages in hs pocket and gently held it hidden in his hand.
As she was writing directions, Kyle thought about how he should use the stone's power. He thought about how quickly he had aged Meg and Jessica, though the moments seemed to last forever for him, and how there was no one around. He imagined the pandemonium that would be caused if the whole class witness Mrs. Crawford dramatically age before their eyes, and it might draw too much attention to him. So, he decided to work its power slowly and inconspicuoulsy, just as he did with Donna at first. Kyle then though about what part of her he should age first, and thought he would start with the part of her already vulnerable to age, the area around her eyes. He knew that it would take a few years for those faint lines to show up and manifest themselves as wrinkles, he was just speeding up the process. He felt that it wouldn't take long, time had already begun his work for him. Mrs. Crawford then stopped writing her directions, and went to her podium to talk to the class. Actually, she was lecturing them about poor test scores, and scolding them. This was the perfect time, Kyle thought. No one was really paying attention to her anyway. Suddenly, the stones power began to work. The podium happened to be only a couple of desk away from Kyle, so he had a good view to witness the changes. In a coupe of seconds, Kyle noticed the faint lines becoming more and more visible, even through her make-up. They also seemed to grow, becoming wider, deeper, jutting out he side of her eyes. They were no longer fine lines, but wrinkles, the true beginnings of crow's feet wrinkles. Kyle noticed them well now, they were much more visible. The changes were perfect, but yet subtle enough that only Kyle noticed them, for now. She still looked youthful and attractive, but the addition of those wrinkles added a little maturity to her face. Mrs. Crawford continued to rant, oblivious to the wrinkles at the corner of he eyes. As she ranted, Kyle took out a piece of paper, and wrote something on it. As she looked away, Kyle quickly folded the paper and handed it to his friend David sitting next to him. Something on it made him giggle, and, unforunately, Mrs. Crawford heard it and came towards their desks, with an angry look on her face.
"Kyle, David, what's so funny?" she said, with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. "Nothing." David said, still giggling, barely able to keep a straight face. "David, please read what's on that paper Kyle gave you, out loud to the class. We could all use a good laugh." she said, sternly. "I don't know..." david hesitated. "Do it, now, please." she said, looking stern, and Kyle found it funny that her sterness showed in her new wrinkles. David then took a deep breath, and read it. "Hey David, get a load of the wrinkles around Mrs. Crawford's peepers!" he said, and the whole class laughed out loud, including Kyle. Mrs. Crawford looked outraged. Her cheeks were red with embarrasment. "Well, Kyle, you'll have plenty of time to get a good look at my wrinkles in detention after school!" she said. Everyone laughed at that, too. It didn't bother Kyle, though. Maybe for once, afterschool detention was a good thing. There, he would be able to continue giving Mrs. Crawford payback, with little or no people around.
The class soon calmed down, and everyting went back to normal, except Mrs. Crawford's eyes, of course. She gave the class a ton of work, and soon the room got quiet. Mrs. Crawford then sat down at her desk. After a few minutes, Kyle looked up to see Mrs. Crawford looking into a compact she had taken out of her pocketbook, examining her newfound wrinkles, very curious of them. She whispered something, faintly, as she examined the skin around her eyes. She was like an older version of Meg or one of her friends. However, Kyle could read her lips and make it out. "Now where did you guys come from?" she said, in reference to her wrinkles. She looked very curious, and also vey depressed, by them. Kyle lightly giggled at this, and his friend David heard him and wondered what he was giggling about. Kyle then pointed at Mrs. Crawford, still deeply examining her wrinkles. David chuckled, but loud enough for Mrs. Crawford to hear. Mrs. Crawford then dropped her compact and came to the two young men. "Kyle, you've disrupted the class for the last time. Move your desk next to mine, so I can keep an eye on you." she said, angrily batting her wrinkle-rimmed eyes. Kyle did so, moving the desk at the fron tof the room, directly next to hers. She meant to embarrass him, but Kyle didn't care. Now, he was close enough to do whatever he wanted to to her, and see the effects closely.
Mrs. Crawford sat down to do some paperwork, putting up her compact, probably trying to focus off her wrinkle discovery.Kyle noticed that up close, the wrinkles, though small in the scheme of things, looked even deeper. However, he still wanted to see more. Then, shortly thereafter, Kyle noticed Mrs. Crawford slipping her feet in and out of her shoes as she worked. Her feet looked very young, smooth, and delicate, amazingly as youthful-looking as Meg's or Jessica's or even Donna's. She slipped them in and out, over and over again, revealing soft smooth soles and metallic pink painted toes. and Kyle had the perfect view.The stone's power began to work again, as lines, or, rather, wrinkles, appeared on the tops of them and on their undersides. She slipped them out and lifted them up as they continued to age to right above the ankle, in a similar fashion to the way he had done Donna at first. Her smooth soles started to become very wrinkly and the skin started to look dry and leathery, as veins started to become visible, and the skin on the top of her foot became very wrinkled, with age spots beginning to dot them all over. Her heels started to look worn, weather-beaten and callused. Her dainty toes bent with age, and underneath the metallic polish Kyle knew her nails became brittle and yellowed. They looked very wrinkled, withered and pale, just like Donna's had before, except maybe they looked even older because Mrs. Crawford was older than Donna. She slid her withered feet in and out of her shoes, like they still looked young, which they obviously didn't. Kyle giggled. "Is something funny, Kyle?" She said, turning to face him, looking very stern once again. "No ma'am." he said. Mrs. Crawford then turned around, but before she did, she reached down to scratch her foot. Kyle felt a twinge of excitement, for he felt that she would soon discover the changes in her foot. She reached down and scratched her right foot without looking at it. Kyle then noticed a curious look come onto her face.
Then, what Kyle had been waiting for happened. She slid he chair out just a little, and put her right foot up onto her knee...and her eyes went wide with shock at the sight of it, and her mouth went agape. Even the wrinkles around her eyes showed her shock, as she looked at the aged, pale, veined, wrinkled thing that was once her foot. Kyle grinned with glee. Then, the bell rang. Kyle slid the stone back into his pocket, and gathered his things, as the class rushed out the door. Mrs. Crawford was still speechless and fixated on her foot. "Something wrong?" Kyle asked, putting his bookbag onto his shoulder. The shocked teacher then looked at him for a moment. "No, nothing." she said, nervously. In those short seconds, her foot became youthful once again. "Ok. See you in detention." he said, and walked off. He then looked back to see Mrs. Crawford looking down at her foot again, and was equally shocked to see it young again. "Wait a minute...I thought I saw...." he heard her whisper, as she rubbed her youthful foot. She rubbed her eyes. "I must be going crazy." she said. Kyle giggled as he walked out the door. He then looked back one more time to see her staring once more into her compact. "Why couldn't I have imagined you guys too?" she said. Kyle chuckled as he walked down the hallway.
As he walked down the hallway, he realized that he was the only person in detention with Mrs. Crawford. Now it would be him, and her, alone. And there were plenty more people deserving of payback too, namely the rest of Meg's friends. As he walked to his fourth period class, Kyle thought of how much fun he was going to have afterschool....
TO BE CONTINUED!!
NEXT: More payback hi-jinx in high school, as Kyle gives Mrs. Crawford the rest of her payback, and visits some payback on Meg's friends and some others as well!