Kimberly physical and mental age 44. Unfortunately she's become obese after a sports injury in her youth made it so she can't strain her legs at all. Now she tries living vicariously through her kid's athletics
Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 27, 2020 14:20:13 GMT -6
"So just to make sure I understand-" Queefer began to say to the matronly blonde woman standing in front of him. "You're a married mother of SIX who was born in 1970 and had your first kid at the age of 18... So she's now a 32-year-old in the Coast Guard and your two youngest daughters are cheerleaders that go to school here." He reiterated, taking off his glasses to clean them.
"Well... yeah you say it all like it's hard to believe - but it's a pretty normal life." Jordyn said with a smile as she turned one of the desks around to face the three people who were asking her questions.
"Jordyn has kids OLDER than her!... I wonder if we have any kids... shit I could be like a grandparent or something by now." Kimberly whispered to Zoe.
"I don't even want to think about it!" Zoe said grinding her teeth and shaking her head.
Queefer however was laser focused on Jordyn who was grunting as she attemted to squeeze her pudgy body into the too small desk chair that as a slender teen she had no issues getting in or out of.
"And you don't remember being an 18-year-old cheerleader here yourself? In detention for um..." He said trying to jog her memory.
Jordyn managed to wedge herself into the desk and panted, fanning herself with her hand but smiled at the redheaded boy. "Oh darling, I remember going to school here but that was a loooooong time ago! Way before you were born! I was a pretty little thing though! Oh you should have seen me! Back before having kids destroyed my figured... that and my love of Ding Dongs!... I mean the treat, not my husband!" She says with a laugh, mugging to the other two women as if they would especially get her joke.
Kimberly forces a laugh but mumbles to Zoe. "God, Jordyn's become so lame...."
"Yeah it's probably good that Isabella isn't here or she'd been brutally mocking her to her face." Zoe said also forcing a smile to Jordyn.
There was stomping above them as Ripper appeared up on the balcony looking pissed. He skulked over to the railing and sat down on the edge of it with his legs hanging down toward the floor below as he leaned on the middle bar and brooded. The group below looked up at him wondering what his deal was but took his demeanor as an indication to leave the volatile boy alone.
Zoe began to feel tingly again and began to freak out. "Oh god! Oh god! I think i'm changing again!" She cried shaking her hands in panic.
The group watched as her hair began salt and pepper, still in her straight shoulder-length style, and her face looked a bit older as lines deepened and the crinkling around her eyes became more pronounced. She looked down to see her chest slide down further and her waist expand a bit more.
"Ah! I'm like Mrs. Claus!" She exclaimed pressing on the soft rolls of her older body.
"I'd say you only gained another 8 or 9 years, putting you at around 55 - give or take." Queefer said giving the 'so-so' sign with his hand.
Zoe looked at him like she didn't need the running commentary.
Jordyn gave the boy a kind-hearted smile. "Sweety, you should never tell a woman how old she looks."
"I just want to point out for the record that i've really taken in stride becoming - how old am I?" Kimberly asked looking over at Queefer.
"Uh, about 60?" He guessed.
"I've been taking becoming 60 REALLY well and you all haven't even mentioned it. I think I deserve mad props for being so cool about all this. I mean... I have a big game this weekend and I look old enough to have a heart attack on the field!" Kimberly said as she rubbed her aching shoulder.
The four of them hear cackling and turn to see an incredibly old woman with purple hair shuffling barefoot toward them sliding a plastic chair in front of her like a walker. On the chair rested her discarded fishnet stockings.
"This is rad. I'm so freakin' old right now I can hardly walk on my own!" She quavered with a huge toothless smile like she was getting a kick out of the whole experience.
"Okay, i'm not taking it THAT well." Kimberly said tilting her grey head in amazement at the geriatric punk woman.
"Isabella!?" Zoe exclaimed.
"What? Speak up deary... I don't hear as well as I used to..." She rattled.
"I SAID-" Zoe began to shout and Isabella snickered.
"I'm just yankin' ya! My hearing is fine, my visions not too hot though. It's kind of ironic, everyone always warned me that my hearing would be shot by the time I was 30 considering how many concerts I go to." The elderly woman explained.
"You're uh REALLY old now." Zoe said nervously.
"I know! Isn't it awesome? I can get senior discounts on like EVERYTHING and i'm probably the oldest woman with a tongue AND nipple piercings. I'm going to be the next Baddie Winkle." Isabella declares proudly, gripping her hair for support.
"She's an old lady that's like an Instagram celebrity." Kimberly explained.
Isabella gave the middle-aged blonde a look with her wrinkled face like 'duh, you should know this!'.
"Oh... i'll have to ask Jasmyne if she knows her. She's always on that instachat thingy." Jordyn says with a laugh to the other women like that was 'young people stuff'.
"So she's like still um..." Isabella asks Kimberly, Zoe and Queefer about Jordyn, circling her crooked finger around the side of her head to denote craziness.
The group nods at the old woman.
"Oo you ladies want to hear some hot TEA as my daughters would say?" Jordyn asks excitedly with a chuckle, winking and over emphasizing the word 'tea'.
"Uh... sure...." Zoe said trying to humor the former popular girl.
"Well I heard that Cathy Seaver who is organizing the school bake sale this year is planning on baking all GLUTEN FREE pastries!" Jordyn says scandalized.
The group looks at her wide-eyed and nods, not seeing what about that was gossip.
Isabella coughs a laugh. "Oh my god you turned into such a boring-ass loser!"
Kimberly and Zoe look at Isabella, shocked by her boldness but before Jordyn can react Dr. Cross enters the room.
Everyone freezes in surprise at the appearance of the principal, first at the fact that she seemed to have no trouble opening the doors but also wondering how she would react now that the majority of the group was now too old to be in detention.
Dr. Cross focuses on Jordyn as she walks over and smiles.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Mrs. Isley." The principal apologized to the similarly aged woman sitting at the desk.
Kimberly looked over to Zoe confused and mouthed 'Isley?'
Zoe shrugged and leaned over to whisper "Married name?"
"I hope Assistant Principal Hartnell was able to address at least some of your concerns while I attended to other matters." Dr. Cross said gesturing to Zoe.
"Assistant Principal?" Zoe asked sounding a mix of honored and confused.
"Hey way to go on the promotion. Too bad that you'll probably be retired by the time this conversations over." Kimberly joked, patting the salt-an-pepper haired 55-year-old on the back, then coughing and wheezing.
"Oh she's been very nice and helpful, yes, thank you." Jordyn says smiling politely.
Isabella looks around at everyone wondering how long they were going to keep this going for. "Uh helloooooo! Are we still in detention? I'm like, old enough to need depends over here!" She called to Dr. Cross, waving her wrinkled hand at her.
The principal looked over at the 96-year-old woman dressed like a punk teenager and looked concerned. "Hello ma'am. I'm Dr. Victoria Cross, the principal of the school you're currently standing in. How are you today?" She asked in a slow, loud voice.
Isabella gave her a look like 'what the fuck are you talking about?'. "Uh yeah... I know. I've been a student here for the last three years! You know - Isabella! Isabella Hutchinson? I called Mrs. Kryton a fat old skank and you gave me detention...?"
Dr. Cross furrowed her brow in concentration, politely listening to the elderly woman, finally she nodded. "Ah! Did you used to go here when you were a young girl Mrs. Hutchinson? I would love to hear what the school was like back then!"
"Oh my god you think I have dementia. That's... that's fucking brilliant." Isabella said laughing in disbelief.
Dr. Cross gave the old woman a polite but distancing smile and quickly turned to Queefer.
"Mr. Keefer, it's wonderful that you've chosen to spend your community service hours keeping Mrs. Hutchinson company but if you wouldn't mind taking her to another part of the library to read to her that would be greatly appreciated. There are some nice comfy chairs in the back section over there for you Mrs. Hutchinson. Nice to meet you!" Dr. Cross directed.
Isabella began to cackle in a fit of laughter. "Oh wow! I'm the geek's community service assignment! OH this is too good!" She said unable to contain her amusement.
Queefer quickly got up as directed and hurried over to take his former classmate by her bony trembling arm and guide her to the back of the library.
"If you're a good boy i'll let you help me put my stockings back on." Isabella rattled gleefully with a wink of her sunken eye as the slowly walked off.
Dr. Cross looked up and noticed Ripper sitting on the ledge watching them.
"Mr. Perelli! What are you doing up there? Come down right now and go wait in my office!" The principal yelled sternly.
Ripper rolled his eyes and slowly climbed up to his feet and then hopped down onto the stairs. "Naturally, i'm the only one left in detention." He mumbles to himself.
"Go straight there and sit in the waiting area. If you make any detours on your way you're going to be in BIG trouble young man. Am I understood?" Dr. Cross commanded.
"Yes ma'am. It was beginning to reek of old lady stink in here anyway." He said coldly as he marched to the doors and pushed them open with ease.
Dr. Cross turned back to Jordyn with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry you had to hear that... he's one of our 'problem cases' here at the school."
"Oh I know all about Dylan. My Jaelynn was getting friendly with him last year when she was a freshman and I told her to stay away from that boy! He looks like nothing but trouble!" Jordyn said like an over-protective mother.
"That was very wise Mrs. Isley." Dr. Cross nodded. "And your daughter Jaelynn is who you came in today to discuss correct? Jasmyne is doing incredibly well and is on track to graduate this spring in the top third of her class."
"I know, i'm so proud of her! I wish Jaelynn would take after her older sisters a bit more... but she's my little wild-child." Jordyn said shaking her jowly head.
"Which is why I brought Ms. Hartnell and Coach Dawson into this meeting, I think they'll have some great insight on how to get your daughter back on track." Dr. Cross explained taking a seat in the desk next to Jordyn.
"COACH Dawson?" Zoe asked surprised and looked over to Kimberly.
She saw that the 60-year-old woman had become 16 years younger. Her hair - still in the ponytail was mostly brown again and her wrinkles were largely diminished but a middle-aged flab has spread across her body. She was now dressed in a coaches track suit and had a whistle handing around her neck. Her chubby cheeks and double chin crinkled as she smiled. She also had a bit of trouble getting into the desk as her gut wasn't cooperating.
"Kimberly?" Zoe asked concerned at the former jocks change.
"Yes Ms. Hartnell?" Kimberly asked in a tone that one might address a coworker, rather than someone you were going through a weird age-changing adventure with.
"Um are you all right?" Zoe asked wondering if the girl was just taking things in stride again or if something else was going on.
"I'm fine thanks. It's just these damn desks were built for teenagers! We should have held this meeting in my office in the rec center." Kimberly said trying to adjust the desk to give herself more room and then gave up in frustration.
"Well, this shouldn't take too long. Why don't you tell Mrs. Isley about your experience with her daughter." Dr. Cross directed.
"Sure thing! In her time here at the school i've only observed your daughter show interest in two things - cheerleading and hanging out with her friends. Now socializing is great! Nothing wrong with being popular. But these kids she hangs around with - they're skipping classes, vaping in the girls locker room, disrupting class time... all this behavior is threatening her position on the cheerleading squad. Now I think the key to getting her to turn things around if for her to realize that one of her interests might cause her to lose the other! I've been talking with the cheerleading coach - Coach Jennifer, to maybe put some heat on Jaelynn a bit." Kimberly explains.
Zoe's mouth drops as Kimberly is explaining all of this - she's talking like a real teacher who'd been working at the school for years.
"Ms. Hartnell, would you like to speak to the academic side of things?" Dr. Cross prompted.
Zoe's lined face became frazzled. This was like a version of a reoccurring nightmare she had, where she had to present a report in front of the class for a book she had never read. Except this time she had to give a performance review for a kid that hadn't existed before a few minutes ago. She had no idea where to begin or what to say. She had to wing it.
"Um... so your daughter Jaelynn might be a good cheerleader but her grades are... not great..." She began to fake her way through this.
But she stopped when suddenly the middle-aged woman in front of her began aging decades before her eyes. It was like watching a balloon deflate as Jordyn aged through her 50s and into her 60s. Her blonde hair became more uniformly grey as the wrinkles multiplied on her puffy jowls. Her double chin bagged down into a loose wrinkly waddle and her bingo wings crinkled and dangled farther from her arms. Her breasts completely collapsed in her blouse like two pruned water bags oozing down onto her fluffy rolly-polly belly. Her back stooped causing the loose wrinkled flesh of her body to jiggle as it all dangled toward the floor. Under the desk her cankles became veiny and her knees knobby as loose skin pooled around them. She looked like a white fuzzy stack of wrinkled pancakes sitting in the desk with whispy white hair and sunken pink-circled eye. She was wheezing hard with labored breaths as the former cheerleader sat their, a heavy-set woman of 88 years old.
"Jaelynn?" She quavered in a high pitched fat-granny voice. "Did you say Jaelynn? That's my daughter honey. Jaelynn's round about your age!... The only grades she cares about are what her real estate firm gets from the better business bureau! I'm here to talk about her kids. My grand-babies!"
Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 28, 2020 17:07:58 GMT -6
"Your grandchildren!?" Zoe exclaimed looking at the fluffly looking white-haired woman who used to be the head-cheerleader.
The old woman batted her sunken eyelids at the 55-year-old Zoe. "Well yes. Why else would I be here at the school. I'm a bit too old to be a student here." She says with a rattling chuckle.
Zoe rolls her eyes. "Oh the dramatic irony."
Dr. Cross puts a hand on the formerly geeky teens shoulder. "Zoe, are you feeling okay?" She asks in a sympathetic voice.
Zoe freezes, feeling uncomfortable at hearing her principal call her by her first name... and act so nice to her!
"Um... I'm fine. Thanks." She says looking weirded out as she tries to pull away from the woman.
"Okay... i'm just worried. I mean - you show up to work dressed like - " Dr. Cross waves to Zoe's ill fitting T-shirt, shorts and stocking ensemble. "And you seem increasingly disoriented and frazzled." The principal says with genuine concern on her face.
"I'm sorry - I just - There's a lot of weird stuff going on." Zoe tries to deflect.
She couldn't shake how weird this interaction was. She had spend her entire high school career so far living in fear of Dr. Cross' wrath. The woman seemed to get off on screaming at kids and dishing out death-stares and here she was talking to Zoe like they were BFFs.
"You know you can tell me anything right? I'm here for you. I mean - you helped me through my divorce, the cancer scare... hell I don't think I would have made it out of Barnard without you as a roommate!" The principal chuckled softly.
Zoe looked at her wide-eyed. "Oh my god. I was college roommates with Dr. Cross."
The blonde principal smirked, thinking Zoe was teasing her. "Well, you don't have to put it like that."
Kimberly was standing a few feet away, reviewing a clipboard that had appeared in her hand during her last change. She cleared her throat hoping to get her bosses attention.
"Excuse me, ladies. I don't mean to interrupt whatever it is you're discussing but i'm old and I need to get home and take a nap. So if you wouldn't mind i'd like to get back to discussing what this school is planning on doing to address the TRASH my grandchildren were assigned to read!" Jordyn says reaching into her big pink purse and pulling out a school copy of Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.
"Oh! The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle! It's such a good book!" Zoe gushed.
Jordyn's wrinkled face screwed up in annoyance. "It's filth! The things they describe in this book that you're having teenage kids read - they're scandalous! Things I wouldn't have even imagined in my wildest imagination when I was there age."
"I can assure you Ms. Bambert-" Dr. Cross began.
"Bambert again? What happened to Isley?" Zoe mumbled but realized than noone around would even remember that portion of this conversation.
"We heavily vet all pieces of literature that end up in our curriculum-" Dr. Cross continued.
'Way to go Dr. C for standing up to censorship!' Zoe thought to herself smiling.
"They talk about women..." Jordyn began to say in a very shaky voice, as if just describing it was upsetting the old woman. "Putting their MOUTHS around a mans... thing!" She cried frailly.
Zoe couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing. Dr. Cross and Kimberly looked at Zoe with a mix of shock and worry.
"What's so funny?" Jordyn quavered with her wrinkled hands on her hips.
"C'mon Jordyn... you NEVER thought of fellatio? In your WILDEST fantasies?" Zoe blurted with, rolling her eyes.
Kimberly's mouth dropped. "Um...." She said looking very unsure of what to do or say.
"Principal Hartnell?" Dr. Cross asked concerned with a tone of subservience in her voice.
"Principal?" Zoe asked and then looked down at herself. She was wider and more pruned. She was glad Queefer wasn't there to tell her how old she was now. But she frowned her jowly face and blew some grey hair out of her face. "Damn." She muttered.
Meanwhile over in the reading nook, Queefer was slowly guiding Isabella to a comfortable chair.
"Yeah right here is awesome. Thanks dude." The frail shrunken 96-year old rattled, reaching out a bony hand to grasp the arm of the chair and shuffled over to it.
She slowly eased herself into the chair with a relieved sigh. "You'd think the school would have provided us with like canes and dentures and shit if they were going to age us into old biddies." She said with a wrinkly smirk as she fumbled around for something in her pockets.
"I don't think anyone planned this." Queefer said seriously, adjusting his glasses.
The old woman raised a grey eyebrow at him and grinned. "I was joking, man. Here, hang for a second." She said motioning for him to sit in the chair next to her.
Isabella pulled out an MP3 playing portable speaker she fiddled with it for a moment. It was a bit challenging on account of her arthritis and hand tremors but managed to queue something up. She reached over slowly and set the speaker down on the table in front of them.
"This song is going to totally melt your face off." She said with horse chuckle.
"Uh... okay." Queefer said sitting stiffly in anticipation.
He stared at the elderly woman as the bass guitar riff of her song began to blast through the speaker. Isabella began to wiggle her gnarled fingers in front of her, playing air guitar to the music as she bopped her wrinkled head back and forth to the rhythm of the heavy music.
Soon a female voice began to sing/scream and Isabella flapped her toothless gums, mouthing along.
"It's so good right? It's an all-girl metal band out of LA called the Iron Maidens." She said looking over at the redheaded boy.
Queefer pushed his glasses up nervously and nodded. "Er yes. It's um... rocking. Um... do you want me to put your stockings on now?" He asked clearing his throat and holding up her fishnets.
Isabella gives him an amused but scrutinizing look. "Wow - you're like really into chicks feet huh? You're even excited when they're like old and gnarly and liver-spotted." She said with a smirk lifting up her legs as high as she could and scrunching her old crooked toes at him teasingly.
"No!" He yelled defensively, standing up.
"Woah chill out dude. I was just teasing you. You're not going to get anywhere with chicks if you like throw a shit fit anytime someone calls you out on your weird shit." The elderly woman explained, adjusting her lip ring with her tongue.
"Well - well how about your 'weird shit' huh? You like aged 80 years and you're all thrilled about it!" He said in an accusatory voice.
"Okay first of all - This isn't like something that i'm KNOWN for. I don't go around like whispering in guys ears about how hot it would be to get all old and wrinkly and watch my tits sag to my knees.... Though now that I think about it, that WOULD be kind of hot. Second of all, like what are any of us supposed to do? We have no idea what's happening or how to fix it or if it's even permanent so like why waste time freaking the fuck out about it? I always through old ladies were kind of bad-ass. They can do and say whatever they want and nobody says boo to them! I mean - would I like to be able to walk on my own? Yes! Am I afraid my old bladders going to betray me? Hell yes! But that doesn't mean that I can't enjoy getting a sneak peak of what i'm going to be like in like 2099! I think all this loose skins kind of sexy. What's so wrong with that?" She rattled folding her bony arms across her sagging chest.
Queefer hung his head shamefully. "Nothing... even as a grandma you're cooler than me." He muttered.
Isabella rolled her sunken eyes and sighed. "Now then, want to help me put my fishnets back on? My legs are wicked cold right now... probably because there's like no muscle or fat left on them.... and it hurts to bend." She rattled with a sly grin, wiggling her arthritic toes at him.
Queefer's face brightened and he knelt down in front of her holding the stocking in his hand.
"Okay just... don't enjoy this TOO much." She said with a smirk.
He nodded seriously. He took her wrinkly left foot in his hand gently and marveled at the calloused chalky heel and crooked arthritic toes, covered in thick yellowed nails painted purple.
Isabella thought for a moment. "You know what? If you're man enough that you don't run away at the first sign of wrinkles and liverspots on a girl... you do you man! Go to town."
Queefer looked up at her, taken off guard. "What?" He asked as he dutifully slid the stocking over her aged left foot.
Isabella smirked at how oblivious this kid was. "Don't worry about it, I can go over the finer points of not blocking your own shot later." She said with a rattling giggle.
He gently massaged her foot and calve as he pulled the stocking up and smoothed out the bunching.
"Hey... is your name really Queefer?" Isabella asked sleepily.
The redheaded boy looks up at the old woman. "Noah... Noah KEEFER. Everyone just calls me Queefer as a joke."
"Oh... well thanks for the assist Noah." She says with a kindly smile as she yawns.
She was feeling a little tired as her heavy painted eyelids closed for a moment. She aged an additional 6 years as Queefer slowly and delicately slid the fishnet up her pale veiny leg and took her right foot in his hand. It looked even older in his estimation, surprisingly. The toes were all clenched together. He looked up to see her wrinkled face look even more ancient as her purple-tinted white hair thinned and became sparser. Her body shrunk and bent in on itself further. She was a shriveled woman over 100 years old by his estimation, swimming in her formerly form-fitting punk clothes.
She opened her eyes hazily.
"Oh hello young man... are you here to give me my sponge bath?" She quavered looking disoriented.
Queefer thought he was teasing/flirting with him again.
"Oh ha yeah - i'm going to strip you naked and run my hands all over your body granny!" He tried to joke back.
The old woman look scared and scandalized. "What a fresh thing to say!" She said pulling away from him.
"I can't tell if your joking." Queefer said, taking a step back and adjusting his glasses.
The old woman blinked and then looked at him with a smile. "Joking about what?"
"The whole sponge bath thing?" He said, his mouth feeling a little dry.
Isabella looked at him gleefully. "Oh my god! You ARE a total freak! You want to give me a bath?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye, gumming her lip thinking about how the idea kind of turned her on.
"N-no! You were the one that suggested that." He said defensively.
Isabella looked confused. "I didn't say that."
"You called me a young man and asked me to give you a sponge bath." He insisted.
"Dude are you trying to gaslight me right now? I'm not really senile. I have my 17-year-old mind." She said seriously.
"I'm not trying to gaslight you. You really said that!" Queefer exclaimed.
"Said what? What's this noise that's playing? It's too loud!" Isabella snapped covering her ears.
She paused and slowly brought her trembling hands down and looked around suspiciously then over at Queefer.
"Queef...Noah? Why was I just covering my ears?" She asked afraid to hear the answer.
"You said that your music was too loud." He said with a look of sympathy, realizing that she was slipping in and out.
Isabella looked at the boy wide-eyed. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." She rattled.
Back over by the doors Dr. Cross had both her hands on Zoe's shoulders, pulling her away from Kimberly and Jordyn.
Kimberly leaned over to the old woman. "Honestly, between you and me - it was really just a matter of time before Principal Hartnell had a mental breakdown, that ladies wound TOO tight!"
Zoe was chewing on her nails again. "I'm just getting older and fatter and there's no end in sight! I'm like the Witch of the Waste from Howl's Moving Castle!" She wined.
"Okay Principal Hartnell, calm down. Take a deep breath. I don't understand what you're talking about but it's going to be okay... Do you feel like you're having a stroke?" Dr. Cross asked.
"No! But... oh god, i'm the age where people start asking you that!" Zoe exclaimed, sounding deflated.
"That's good! It's going to be all right why don't you take a seat and-" Dr. Cross began to instruct when she paused.
The wrinkles on the stern principals face began to vanish. The skin of her neck firmed and her body appeared to tone and perk up. Soon an attractive woman in her mid-30s stood where the 54 year old educator had been. Zoe was astounded at how much that decade and change had made a difference in Dr. Cross - she no longer looked dour and matronly.
"Dr. Cross....?" She asked surprised.
The younger woman looked at her surprised. "Doctor? Zoe i'm-" She began to say and then looked down at her hands and arms and screamed. "I'm old!!!"
That was not the reaction that Zoe was expecting and she waddled over to console the woman who was now almost half her age. "No, no! You're young! You're so much younger. I think you were probably in your 50s. Now you're - I don't know! But younger!" She said enthusiastically.
"I aged into my 50s and I don't even remember!? Oh my god Zoe! What are we going to do!? This school is going to keep changing us until we're all ready for a nursing home like Jor and Bella!" She cried, burying her face in Zoe's soft bosom.
"Jor? Bella? Dr. Cross... are you okay?" Zoe asked really confused.
"Why do you keep calling me that? It's me! Vicky!" Dr. Cross insisted, clutching Zoe's arms.
"Uh... okay Vicky... and how old are you supposed to be?" Zoe asked, surprisingly even more scared of Dr. Cross like this than she had been when she was a terrifying 50-something high school principal.
"18! Like Jor and... OMG! Ripper! He can NOT see me old like this! I'll die Zoe! I'll just die if he sees me with wrinkles." Vicky exclaimed shaking Zoe emphatically.
"Okay! Okay! Well you sent him to your office a few minutes ago... so no worry about that any time soon. Let's just go back to uh Jor and Kimberly..." Zoe said guiding the younger woman back over to the group.
"But we have to figure out a way to get young again!" Vicky insisted as the older woman pushed her.
"I don't disagree but... Kim- I mean Coach! Do you know Vicky here?...." Zoe says crossing her fingers hoping this work.
"Sure I do! You're Dr. C! Youngest principal this schools ever had!" Kimberly says raising her hands to high-five the blonde woman.
Vicky reluctantly high fives her back. "Okay but we're all like really teenagers - we were here in detention when we all started aging! The magic or whatever is just making you THINK i'm a high school principal - just like it's making you THINK you're a coach when you're really the star student athlete! C'mon! Tell them Zoe!" She insists.
Zoe leans over to whisper in her ear. "Uh... I actually was trying to take the 'roll with it' approach, um until you changed I guess - which probably was a big mistake on my part." She explains.
"Heh. Classic Dr. C! You're such a jokester." Kimberly says shaking her head and laughing.
"No she's not! She's the most dour, serious woman i've ever met!" Zoe corrects.
"Anyway, now that you're back we can meet with these ladies from that group G.A.I.L." Kimberly explained.
"What's GAIL?" Zoe asks and then quickly adds: "Wait - did you say LADIES - plural?"
But before she could finish she already began to feel herself change. Weight washed off of her as she passed through her 60s and into her 70s unfortunately it left a lot of loose, stretched out, wrinkled skin hanging off her older body as her back hunched and her grey hair began to lighten. Wrinkles deepened on her face as her saggy chest began to flatten against her wrinkly belly. She could feel her aged ass droop down onto her thinner thighs as she began to ache and feel stiff all over. Zoe clutched a desk with her veiny hand as she hits 78 years old. Looking like a shrunken old woman that liked to bake for the neighborhood kids.
She squinted through her glasses at her wrinkled arms. Vicky gasped at the sight of the elderly geek-girl but Kimberly and Jordyn didn't bat an eye.
"We're here to address the SMUT that's being passed off at literature to the kids of this school by your wet-behind-the-ears so-called principal!" Jordyn rattled.
"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! Zoe, not you too! All of my friends are turning into old ladies!" She cried rushing to hug Zoe.
"I - thanks? But can someone explain-" Zoe said reluctantly hugging Dr. Cross back.
"Listen Mrs. Bambert. I understand your concerns but these are smart kids and Dr. Cross is a well respected educator with a PhD in-" Kimberly began to defend.
Jordyn clutches Zoe's wrist with her trembling claw. "Just because we're old doesn't mean that we won't be heard missy!" She bellows at Kimberly.
"We'll find a way to fix this! I promise! Hopefully before I join you in old age!" Vicky cries.
"Wait-" Zoe tries to interject.
"Lady nobody is trying to-" Kimberly defensively tries to respond.
"BACK IN OUR DAY-" Jordyn began to yell.
Zoe slaps her wrinkled face. "Oh god, please don't say 'OUR' day."
"You're a shrunken old granny... Jordyn's a crotchety old bag..." Vicky begins taking a vocal inventory of her 'friends'.
"Kids were taught proper ways to behave! These teens you have parading around, exposing their bodies - the pornographic books you're assigning for homework-" Jordyn argues in a shrill shaking voice.
"Wait - wait - WAIT!" Zoe yells above everyone.
The other three women abruptly stop talking and look at her.
"WHAT does GAIL stand for?" She asks seriously.
Jordyn chuckles "Why Zoe dear - you should know! You helped me form it! It's the Grannies Against Indecency League!" She explains and turns to Vicky and Kimberly shaking her wrinkled head. "I'm sorry ladies, I think my counterpart here is having a bit of a senior moment! It happens a lot at our age!"
Zoe looks incensed. "Nope! Uh uh. #No. I don't care how old I get - I am NOT going to be a member of a book-banning, nostalgia-loving, counter-culture demonizing, conservative values group!" She screams angrily.
Vicky claps in support. "Go Zoe! See? This is why we're total B-F-Fs!"
Dr. Cross physically 50 mentally 18 she goes to see ripper in detention, and suddenly the two of them start to feel very aroused by one another, also I imagine Dr.C being thin, her chest very saggy and with tons of wrinkles, very little but a lot
Post by chronoeclipse on Mar 29, 2020 20:06:12 GMT -6
Well, unfortunately I lost todays entry when I attempted to post it due to a server error. So sadly the story will have to wait until tomorrow to continue. Sorry about that!
But I guess while we have this mini-break i'd love to hear how you all are enjoying the story so far! Who's your favorite character? Anything you're hoping to see happen in the coming chapters? Any new characters you're hoping to be introduced? Hit me with your thoughts and opinions!
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6