Post by Hideyoshi lacan on May 4, 2020 18:16:03 GMT -6
“Damn teenagers” I quietly say to myself as the young girl across the room talks loudly into her phone.
I and everyone else all knew exactly what she was planning to do that weekend whether we wanted to or not as she continued her monologue.
The girl looked about 18 and was full of a youthful beauty with light brunette hair and a nice pair of perky boobs that seemed to defy gravity. She was decked out in a white tank top and a black mini skirt which clung to her body, doing a good job of showing off her curves.
It has been a few years since I have been that young as I have just recently turned 45 a couple weeks ago. Let me tell you, being middle aged is hard enough without having to watch people like this who obviously don't deserve their youth. They spend most of their time drinking, acting obnoxious and listening to crap music.
“I wish we could swap ages” I say as I glare at the girl as she blabbers away.
Suddenly I feel a shift and I gasp with surprise as I watch the young girl start to transform. I quietly watch as her hairs start to grey one by one until she had a salt and pepper color across her now brittle hair. Her once baby face looks more like a road map now as an assortment of different lines appear across it. I grin with glee as I watch her once perky boobs start to sag as they lost their will to fight gravity alongside with her belly as it inflated and sagged overtop of her miniskirt.
“Holy shit!!! What is happing to me?!?” she said as she pulled her sagging boobs up to starting position only to watch them fall back down. She soon was inspecting her whole body as the changes continued. Her once athletic arms soon became turkey arms as she looked on in horror. Her legs (which had always been her number one asset) soon became covered in cellulite and flab as they supported her now sagging butt. The once fresh-faced girl now looked like a middle age woman far past her prime.
“I’m so old!!” she said as she looked at herself though her phone disgusted at how much she looked like her aunt.
I sat there with my mouth wide open as I looked at the now matronly women freaking out in front of me. I was so engrossed at this transformation; I had failed to realize I had undergone my own.
Gone was all the signs and symptoms of middle aged on my body as I now looked roughly 18 years old complete with perky breasts and a nice round ass.
The other customers in the shop were disturbed by this sudden transformation and some were moving to phone 9-11 and in a move to preserve my new youth I yelled:
“I wish everyone thought things were normal”
Suddenly everyone put their phones away and went back to their coffee though some looked with contempt at the now soccer mom dressed in teenage clothing crying on the floor.
She looked up and me first with surprise but then anger started to seep across her face as she rose and said
“You took my youth! Give it back now”
“No i'm good, young people don’t deserve their youth anyways, I can put it up to better use then you can” I say with a grin as I watch her squirm in her stretched clothing looking a bit embarrassed.
“Now run along to your spin class grandma” I say laughing as I walk out of the coffee shop.
“What the hell just happened!?” I thought to myself as I walk down the street amazed at what just happened.
I turned that teenager into a frumpy looking housewife and in return I got all her youth.
It felt so good draining her of all her youth and leaving her an old crow and with this youth I could do so many things.
I walked for a quit a while deep in thought as new possibilities arose in my mind and as I wanted to try out my powers some more.
As I walked along, I soon came across the local middle school and I spied three girls who were obviously skipping school as I watched them sneak out.
Once again youth these days was being wasted and because of this decided to try out my new powers.
“I wish those three middle school girls were all 36 years old both psychically and mentally” I whispered as I watched them looking forward to she show.
Soon signs of aging occurred as all three girls became good-looking but worn out women right on the cusp of middle age complete with age appropriate clothing meaning mom jeans and turtle necks.
The three girls looked around in confusion before one said
“what am i doing here? Billy doesn’t get out of school before 3”
“Oh, your right, I must be losing my marbles” said another one as they all gave that desperate housewife laugh
“It’s so hard raising kids and a husband” said the third as the group continued to chat about the new yoga class they were going to and a new recipe they found on Pinterest.
“That’s much better” I say with a smile as I walk away content with my work.
I spent the rest of the day robbing people of their youth watching with fascination as their youth faded before my eyes.
Later at home I am enjoying my new youthful body after a long day of buying new clothes I hear a voice
“Looks like you had fun today”
I turn suddenly when I hear the deep looming voice and see a young man dressed in a black suit and tie.
“who the hell are you?!?” I say as I cover myself up
“I'm a demon, a demon who’s job it is to punish people for their pride” he said calmly as he continued “ I wanted to see what a human would do with this power of mine and so far I am quite impressed”.
“I must admit how good it feels…can I keep this power?” I say with a pleading look already getting over that demons exist and that I am talking to one.
“ You can keep my powers only on the condition that you must age progress somebody at least once a day and if you don’t… then you lose your own youth and become an old hag” he said with a devilish smile.
I contemplate this offer and after a few minutes I accept and shake his hand watching as he slowly disappears into the air.
I laugh as I look forward to this new purpose in life as I make the world a bit older each day.
Note: This is a rough copy i drew up as i struggle with my writers block. I would love to hear suggestions and advice on my writing.