Post by Hideyoshi lacan on Apr 13, 2020 21:23:46 GMT -6
It happened on a Friday afternoon when most people were getting off work and looking forward to a weekend of fun and relaxation. Many people claimed it was an act of God while others say it was aliens but, in the end, nobody really knows. We all heard the explosion and we all felt that wave of energy that rippled across the city changing everyone’s ages. Some became decades older while others only regressed a couple years, but everyone changed. Some eventually embraced it while others…well not so much
There are many stories to be told and heard about that day and all the changes it wrought
This is my mine.
My name is Abby and I was an 18-year-old, soon to be high school graduate, with an acceptance letter from Yale. I was pretty good looking for my age with a tight bod and perky c cup breasts. My luscious almond coloured hair and nice tight butt was the envy of many girls at my school and I enjoyed every moment. I was with my mother, a mature but frumpy 42-year-old woman, at the local mall looking for that special dress for prom.
“I have the perfect dress in mind for you” my mom exclaimed excitedly as we neared the store
“No offence mom but I don’t think poodle skirts are fashionable anymore” I say with a smirk
“Just how old do you think I am?! I was quite the looker when I was 18” she said defensively giving me that mom look as we entered the store.
The dress shop was pretty busy as I looked around seeing a group of 17-year-old Asian girls laughing at some joke. There was also a family of three at the back with what looked like a middle school girl trying on some dresses. Her mother was likely in her late 30s and looked exasperated as she was tying to control her wild 5-year-old boy and find another dress at the same time for her winy middle schooler. “Before I’m old mom” I heard the girl say as I walked over to the teen section. A young, maybe 22, female employee was jumping from customer to customer as her shift dragged on.
I was trying on a nice white dress that was slightly tight as it accentuated my curves
“I remember when I looked that good” sighed my mom as she glanced at her pudgy frame in the mirror
“you don’t look too old for your age” I said absent mindedly as I imagined prom night with my friends.
“yeah…my age” she says grimly as I strike a sexy pose.
Suddenly I felt a wave of warm energy pass through me filled with so much power that I fall temporarily unconscious. I wake up to screams and yells of confusion, disbelief, panic and begging. Feeling fuzzy I look over and see the same three Asian girls now easily in their 60’s no longer laughing as they grasp at their weathered wrinkled bodies and looked overall bewildered as they looked absolutely silly dressed in teenage clothing with their salt and peppered hair looking super brittle. “Can’t have been the same people” I mutter with a rising panic in my voice as I look towards the young family I had seen before.
The middle school girl had been replaced by a plump 50-year-old woman who looked more in place as the principle of the middle school then as a student. “I’m a fat cow!!” she cried as she hefted up her sagging boobs that were spilling over her teenage bra. Her 5-year-old brother, now a 45-year-old man, with his sagging pot belly and horseshoe hair was complaining saying “I’m tired and my back aches” not yet realizing the changes. “O stop overreacting Emile, you look good for a woman your age” shrilled a 70-year-old woman who looked a lot like the young mother just with a lot more wrinkles. “Wait what?! I’m only 13” she said looking up at her mother.
“You haven’t been 13 for 37 years honey” she said with a chuckle as she watched her horrified daughter.
“Now get out of that ridiculous dress and act your age”
“But look at your own clothes” the daughter said trying to show that something was off.
“Honey when you get to my age you looked good in anything” She said as she hobbled away
“Now let’s get you to forever 51!!”
“Wait what?!?”
I look away horrified at the chaos erupting around me as I realize that everyone had their ages messed up with though some had been mentally aged while others had not. I stand up and look at the mirror gasping as I see an almost copy of my mother staring back at me. I examine my crow’s feet and gently slide my finger along the laugh lines etched on my face. I gently sob as I look at my white dress, now busting at the seams, looking silly on my middle-aged body as my hips have expanded and my breasts have sagged. My Mouth hanged open in shock as I stroked my cellulite legs and I feel my now big caboose. My greying hair dances in front of my eyes I shake my head croaking “I can’t be” as It finally dawns on me all that all changed.
“Mom?” a voice said from below.
I look down and see a young girl of about 18 looking up at me.
I looked down at her slack jawed as I realize this teenage bombshell is my mother.
“Mom, I told you not to try on my dress, your going to ruin it” she said
“No, this is my dress, I’m only 18 and your 42” I say realizing what has happened.
“Yeah okay mom, don’t you think it’s kind of small on you” she says smirking as she picks up my former clothes and heads to the change rooms.
“Is there anyway I can help you ma’am?” I cringe as I look to the female employee I saw before now looking about 32 years old. Light laugh lines streaked the sides of her face and her clothes seemed a bit tight as her breasts slightly saluted the floor and her hips were wider.
I wanted to scream and shake her, telling her i was a teenager stuck in a milf's body but there was no point as she obviously progressed mentally, so I just said
“I just want to ring this dress up for…my daughter” I sob slightly as the words leak from my lips.
The 32-year-old brunette smiles and nods walking towards the counter quietly laughing “Talk about a mid life crises” she says under her breath.
I sigh and walk over grabbing my former mother’s clothes as she throws them out and i put them on (immediately feeling much more comfortable much to my chagrin).
It was complete pandemonium but at the same time calm as we left the store and witnessed the effects of whatever had happened. Pandemonium obviously because everyone aged suddenly but calm in that every transformed person knew someone who mentally progressed, who reassured them they truly were whatever their new age was. Crying, once youthful teen girls, now middle-aged soccer moms comforted by their newly middle-aged husbands who were busy complimenting their beauty, hoping to survive their wives’ midlife crises.Not knowing that anything had changed. It was kind of a mind fuck.
We get home and in no time flat my mother… my daughter is already in my old room and soon bounces down the steps dressed in my old jean shorts and white tank top with her perky breasts bouncing with each step. With a baby face and smooth sexy legs, she looked a lot like Charli D’Amelio.
“k see you mum I’m heading out to the club” She says smiling as she hip hops out the door her tight butt shaking as she goes.
I sit my plump ass on the couch and try to contemplate what just happened when I hear the door bell ring and upon opening the door I see my two friends now very middle-aged women, Late 40s to early 50s, standing there in very age inappropriate clothing with cottage cheese thighs stretching their short shorts and their slight pot bellies hanging out of their shirts and streaks of grey sprinkled throughout their hair. “is like Abbie home?” says one as she tugs at her now uncomfortable shorts.
I smile and I lead them inside for some wine, I know I’ll get by with a little help from my friends.
Months went by and with each passing day I became more and more comfortable with my new aged body and enjoy my plump curves (as do my daughter's male friends . Mentally as well I was starting to accept my new age. My idea of a nice Saturday evening was a nice cup of white wine and scrolling through Pinterest then suffering through my hot yoga class the next day. I also came to wear more age appropriate albeit frumpy clothing. Yup, time keeps going and soon the 18-year-old version of me seemed more and more distant as if it really was 24 years ago that I was young. But don't worry, I never forgot my true age completely as every once and a while I raid my daughters closet, dress up in those same old clothes that excited the senses all those years ago, and I hit the town with my friends picking up all the cubs we can find, showing them a real woman’s body.
I came to find happiness in my new age while others forever mourned their lost youth
There are many other stories to tell of that fateful day
Thank you for reading mine.
There are many stories to be told and heard about that day and all the changes it wrought
This is my mine.
My name is Abby and I was an 18-year-old, soon to be high school graduate, with an acceptance letter from Yale. I was pretty good looking for my age with a tight bod and perky c cup breasts. My luscious almond coloured hair and nice tight butt was the envy of many girls at my school and I enjoyed every moment. I was with my mother, a mature but frumpy 42-year-old woman, at the local mall looking for that special dress for prom.
“I have the perfect dress in mind for you” my mom exclaimed excitedly as we neared the store
“No offence mom but I don’t think poodle skirts are fashionable anymore” I say with a smirk
“Just how old do you think I am?! I was quite the looker when I was 18” she said defensively giving me that mom look as we entered the store.
The dress shop was pretty busy as I looked around seeing a group of 17-year-old Asian girls laughing at some joke. There was also a family of three at the back with what looked like a middle school girl trying on some dresses. Her mother was likely in her late 30s and looked exasperated as she was tying to control her wild 5-year-old boy and find another dress at the same time for her winy middle schooler. “Before I’m old mom” I heard the girl say as I walked over to the teen section. A young, maybe 22, female employee was jumping from customer to customer as her shift dragged on.
I was trying on a nice white dress that was slightly tight as it accentuated my curves
“I remember when I looked that good” sighed my mom as she glanced at her pudgy frame in the mirror
“you don’t look too old for your age” I said absent mindedly as I imagined prom night with my friends.
“yeah…my age” she says grimly as I strike a sexy pose.
Suddenly I felt a wave of warm energy pass through me filled with so much power that I fall temporarily unconscious. I wake up to screams and yells of confusion, disbelief, panic and begging. Feeling fuzzy I look over and see the same three Asian girls now easily in their 60’s no longer laughing as they grasp at their weathered wrinkled bodies and looked overall bewildered as they looked absolutely silly dressed in teenage clothing with their salt and peppered hair looking super brittle. “Can’t have been the same people” I mutter with a rising panic in my voice as I look towards the young family I had seen before.
The middle school girl had been replaced by a plump 50-year-old woman who looked more in place as the principle of the middle school then as a student. “I’m a fat cow!!” she cried as she hefted up her sagging boobs that were spilling over her teenage bra. Her 5-year-old brother, now a 45-year-old man, with his sagging pot belly and horseshoe hair was complaining saying “I’m tired and my back aches” not yet realizing the changes. “O stop overreacting Emile, you look good for a woman your age” shrilled a 70-year-old woman who looked a lot like the young mother just with a lot more wrinkles. “Wait what?! I’m only 13” she said looking up at her mother.
“You haven’t been 13 for 37 years honey” she said with a chuckle as she watched her horrified daughter.
“Now get out of that ridiculous dress and act your age”
“But look at your own clothes” the daughter said trying to show that something was off.
“Honey when you get to my age you looked good in anything” She said as she hobbled away
“Now let’s get you to forever 51!!”
“Wait what?!?”
I look away horrified at the chaos erupting around me as I realize that everyone had their ages messed up with though some had been mentally aged while others had not. I stand up and look at the mirror gasping as I see an almost copy of my mother staring back at me. I examine my crow’s feet and gently slide my finger along the laugh lines etched on my face. I gently sob as I look at my white dress, now busting at the seams, looking silly on my middle-aged body as my hips have expanded and my breasts have sagged. My Mouth hanged open in shock as I stroked my cellulite legs and I feel my now big caboose. My greying hair dances in front of my eyes I shake my head croaking “I can’t be” as It finally dawns on me all that all changed.
“Mom?” a voice said from below.
I look down and see a young girl of about 18 looking up at me.
I looked down at her slack jawed as I realize this teenage bombshell is my mother.
“Mom, I told you not to try on my dress, your going to ruin it” she said
“No, this is my dress, I’m only 18 and your 42” I say realizing what has happened.
“Yeah okay mom, don’t you think it’s kind of small on you” she says smirking as she picks up my former clothes and heads to the change rooms.
“Is there anyway I can help you ma’am?” I cringe as I look to the female employee I saw before now looking about 32 years old. Light laugh lines streaked the sides of her face and her clothes seemed a bit tight as her breasts slightly saluted the floor and her hips were wider.
I wanted to scream and shake her, telling her i was a teenager stuck in a milf's body but there was no point as she obviously progressed mentally, so I just said
“I just want to ring this dress up for…my daughter” I sob slightly as the words leak from my lips.
The 32-year-old brunette smiles and nods walking towards the counter quietly laughing “Talk about a mid life crises” she says under her breath.
I sigh and walk over grabbing my former mother’s clothes as she throws them out and i put them on (immediately feeling much more comfortable much to my chagrin).
It was complete pandemonium but at the same time calm as we left the store and witnessed the effects of whatever had happened. Pandemonium obviously because everyone aged suddenly but calm in that every transformed person knew someone who mentally progressed, who reassured them they truly were whatever their new age was. Crying, once youthful teen girls, now middle-aged soccer moms comforted by their newly middle-aged husbands who were busy complimenting their beauty, hoping to survive their wives’ midlife crises.Not knowing that anything had changed. It was kind of a mind fuck.
We get home and in no time flat my mother… my daughter is already in my old room and soon bounces down the steps dressed in my old jean shorts and white tank top with her perky breasts bouncing with each step. With a baby face and smooth sexy legs, she looked a lot like Charli D’Amelio.
“k see you mum I’m heading out to the club” She says smiling as she hip hops out the door her tight butt shaking as she goes.
I sit my plump ass on the couch and try to contemplate what just happened when I hear the door bell ring and upon opening the door I see my two friends now very middle-aged women, Late 40s to early 50s, standing there in very age inappropriate clothing with cottage cheese thighs stretching their short shorts and their slight pot bellies hanging out of their shirts and streaks of grey sprinkled throughout their hair. “is like Abbie home?” says one as she tugs at her now uncomfortable shorts.
I smile and I lead them inside for some wine, I know I’ll get by with a little help from my friends.
Months went by and with each passing day I became more and more comfortable with my new aged body and enjoy my plump curves (as do my daughter's male friends . Mentally as well I was starting to accept my new age. My idea of a nice Saturday evening was a nice cup of white wine and scrolling through Pinterest then suffering through my hot yoga class the next day. I also came to wear more age appropriate albeit frumpy clothing. Yup, time keeps going and soon the 18-year-old version of me seemed more and more distant as if it really was 24 years ago that I was young. But don't worry, I never forgot my true age completely as every once and a while I raid my daughters closet, dress up in those same old clothes that excited the senses all those years ago, and I hit the town with my friends picking up all the cubs we can find, showing them a real woman’s body.
I came to find happiness in my new age while others forever mourned their lost youth
There are many other stories to tell of that fateful day
Thank you for reading mine.