The Cold Room

Chapter 1
The Cold Room-Complete

The Cold Room

The Cold Room Gym, located in downtown New York City, a quite infamous gym. Rumor has it that once someone enter those doors the never step out again. Another weird rumor says that young people, who didn’t enter, would leave the place, looking very happy. Another weird this is that there is not a lot of staff for the place. Still, this gym is a very popular, and doing very well.

A woman, about 39 years old, walked up the double doors of said gym, looking at the place intently. This slightly petit woman was about 5 feet, 9 inches, with out the high heels she worn. She was wearing a light red power suit that highlighted all of her womanly features, and a short but business looking skirt. The woman’s white blouse was causally worn, but still had a professional look to it. The blouse also gave anyone a free view of the woman’s D-size breasts. Her golden brown hair was cut short, and parted to her left. A brown leather purse hanged on her left shoulder. She fixed her small, oval shape classes as she looked over a few things in a folder she carried in her right hand. After a moment she closed the folder, put it into her purse, and proceed in.

The inside of the gym wasn’t that much different then the other high performance gym. The woman ignored her surroundings as walked right up to the resister deck. There was a single person there, doing the crossword puzzle in the newspaper. He was sitting quite causally, with his feet on the deck.

This man was about in his late twenties, about 27. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants, and a black muscle shirt that fitted him like a glove. He also wore a pair of old, worn out high tops that looked like they could fall apart at any moment. He has tomato red hair parted evenly, and yet, it didn’t make him look like a dork. He was quite the eye candy too. He wasn’t too handsome, but he wasn’t to avenge looking either. The only thing that seemed off about him was his large, black-framed glasses. Though the woman really didn’t care what this guy looked like.

“May I help you, Miss?” the man asked causally, without looking away from his paper.

If the woman was offered by this man lack of respect in not looking at her, she didn’t show it. She kept a stoic face on at all times.

“May I see the owner of this gym,” the woman asked in a profession voice.

The man folded up his newspaper, set it on the desk as he removed his feet from the desk, and looked at the woman seriously.

“May I ask why you need to get the owner of this gym, Miss...”

“...Highroller. Holly Highroller, Mister...”

“...Trent. Alexander Trent Junior. But you can call me Alex. Again, I need to ask why you want to see the owner of the gym,” Alex asked seriously.

Holly took something out of her suit coat pocket and held for Alex to see. It was ID card, one Alex recognize all to easily.

“I’m from the Health department. Now if we please, I would like to speak to the owner of this gym,” Holly said seriously.

“Then look no further, Miss Highroller, I’m the owner of this gym,” Alex said calmly.

Holly gave Alex a skeptical look as if she didn’t believe him. Well, it does look suspicious, when you think about it. Why would the owner of a popular gym work at the resister deck?

“I like to greet the customers when they enter that door,” Alex said, speaking casually. “Now what could the Health Department want with my gym?”

“We have informed, by one of your clients, that after sitting in your famous Cold Room, he felt sick. I’m here to make sure that information is true or not,” Holly explained.

Now it was Alex’s turn to give the skeptical look, like he knew something that he wasn’t telling. But after a second, he just smiled.

“Of course, Miss Highroller. Right this way.” Holly didn’t know that Alex had pushed a small button under desk as he walked away from it.

Alex lid Holly to the back of the building, near where the famous Cold Room was located. Holly seemed slightly surprised when Alex opened a door, reveling a small, if not simple device. It was just stove under a small pot, with some kind of liquid in the pot. There was also a small box suspended about five inches above the pot. Finally Holly could see a fan, probably leading into the room.

“May I ask about the liquid?” the Health Department person asked calmly.

“Ah yes. It’s a mixture of herbs, collected from various rainforests and topical jungles,” Alex explained proudly. “My father spent the better part of his life studying different herbs and mixtures to make the prefect, all natural stream, which wouldn’t harm anyone.”

Holly took out a vial from her purse and removed the tool that was inside it.

“I need to take a sample for study,” Holly said calmly.

Alex just nodded his understanding. Holly then dipped the cotton end into the pot. The liquid was smooth and surprisingly thin. Once she had collected enough she put the tool back into the vial and put back into her purse. She then took out a handkerchief to wipe a thin lay of sweat, running down her forehead.

“And what is that?” Holly asked, pointing to the box over the pot.

Alex looked at the box and just smiled.

“Well, you might not be aware of this, Miss Highroller, but making steam requires high temperatures. But my father believed to relax the muscles after a long workout you need cold stream. So to fix that problem I put up this small ice box.”

Alex opened the front of the box, and Holly saw a thin law of ice inside of the box.

“As the stream vapors raise into the box, it’s melts the ice inside. The stream from the melting ice then mix with the stream from the mixture to create a cool smoothing feeling that relaxes the muscles after a intense workout.” Alex then closed the doors.

The two then made their way to the front of the area, right in front of the door leading to the Cold Room. Holly found herself wiping away sweat again. She figures it most nearly 90 degrees in the building, and yet, her host wasn’t sweating at all.

“It sound like a more trouble then most could handle,” Holly said calmly.

Alex nodded, and looked at the door leading to the namesake of his gym.

“As I said before my father spent the better part of his lift working on the stream formula. He pissed away when he was close to completing it. I was able to finish his work with his notes. This is the only way I can honor his memory, but helping relax after a workout.” By the end of his sentence, Alex voice had grown very soft, as if he was lost in a memory.

“Mister Trent, is it possible that you made a mistake when mixing the herbs together? Could that be the reason some of your customers had gotten sick?” Holly asked curiously.

Alex threw an angry glare, at his guest, but quickly changed into a more stoic look.

“I don’t see how that’s possible. I personal test all of my mixtures before I put them into the machine. Hmm? Miss Highroller, are you okay?” Alex asked in concern.

“It’s so hot in here, that I’m sweating. You mean you haven’t notice?” Holly asked sounding mad that the man in front f her didn’t know about the conation of his own building.

“Actually, a strange accident the other day had done something to the heating around here. I would offer a drink of water, but the same accident also done something to our main water pipe. I’m afraid it’s undrinkable at the moment.” Alex suddenly snapped his fingers, and Holly could see a plan forming on the guy’s face. “I know why don’t you step into the Cold Room!”

Holly was taking back by the suddenly idea. She looked at the door to the room, an uneasy feeling suddenly coming over her. For some reason she didn’t like the idea of going into that room.

“Miss Highroller.” Alex said kindly. “I know that the idea sound risky, but I personal know that my stream formula is safe. And if it isn’t, then that make this entire ordeal that much quicker.”

Holly looked at the door again thinking. That uneasy feeling was still with her, but at the same time, she realized that there was some truth to Alex’s words. Seeing how this famous room works would make things a little easier for her. Plus as she was debuting with herself, the heat must have jumped another twenty degrees.

She looked at Alex, and opened her mouth to speak. Alex just silenced her by gently putting his fingers to her laps. He then moved to the door, and opened it.

“I’ll set the timer for five minutes, that should cool you off. Oh, and you might want to leave you coat and purse out here, the stream would wreck the leather, and your coat make it harder of the stream to reach your skin,” Alex said kindly. “Oh, and if there’s trouble there’s an intercom inside. Just call if you need anything.

Holly just nodded and handed her purse over to the man, and quickly removed her blazer. She stepped inside as Alex closed the door.

She wasn’t very impressed. It was just a square room, colored blue, with a set on the seat to her left, and a wall made up entirely of mirror.

“What a weird room,” Holly said to herself as she took a seat and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long. She had a light clicking sound, and soon stream began flowing into the room. She noted that the entire room was filled with stream within three and half second.

She did have to admit it, the stream dud feel very nice. The sweat dried her brow almost instantly. Plus the stream was easily absorbed into her clothes reaching her skin and making it feel nice. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and get lost in the moment.

Holly opened her eyes about 30 seconds later, and noticed some odd about her face in the mirror she was setting in front of. Her face...something about it looked different. It looked softer then when she entered the room. She almost looked a year or two younger. She continued to stare at the mirror, and she saw her face continue to soften, making her look around 36 years old.

After looking another year younger, Holly finally realized what was happening. She quickly grabbed her left sleeved and pulled it back. Three days ago she had accidentally cut herself and left a small wound on her left arm. Expect, it wasn’t there anymore, and there wasn’t any evidence there was a cut there to begin with.

Holly looked back at the mirror and saw that she looked close to age 34. She quickly pieced the puzzle together after that. Not only did she looker younger, she was getting younger, and at a alerting rate too!

She quickly got up, and hurried over to the door. When she tried to open it, she found it locked. Suddenly there was a soft buzzing noise to her left, followed by all to familiar voice.

“Oh, Miss Highroller, there was one thing I forget to mention before you entered the Cold Room. Since collecting the items I need for my mixture, are not cheap, I set up a time lock, so not to waste any of it. But don’t worry, the door will unlock in the 4 and half minutes.”

Holly hurried to the intercom and pressed the button.

“Let me out this instant!” Holly said, trying to keep calm. “Do you have any idea what’s happening to me?”

“But, Miss Highroller...” Alex’s voice said became more lower, and mysterious sounding,” ...this is my gym, so why wouldn’t I know what goes on behind that door?”

Holly looked at the mirror, and was scared with what she saw. In the short time she looked away she had lost five more years, making ten years younger from when she stepped into this accursed room. The changes to her face were more visible now. She lacked the refinement of a woman in her late 30thies, but she wasn’t young enough yet to look like a young woman. It just that her face was softer and didn’t look like the face of an experience woman.

The stream was starting to affect her clothes as well, causing her blouse to cling to her body. While the changes to her body wasn’t as visible as the one happening to her face, Holly could tell that her body was also changing. Her breasts felt more full, but for reasons she couldn’t explain they also looked smaller. That, or Holly’s mind was playing tricks on her as well. And she found some body fat that she has worked so hard to loose had returned.

It was around this time that Holly realized something. She has been tricked. Alex Trent must have somehow made the temperature rose, and lied about the pipes. He’s done all of that just to lure her into this room. This made Holly very angry.

She spun around on her right feet, and slammed her thumb on the intercom button.

“Listen here you! Let me out of this thing NOW! Do you know who I am?” Holly asked angrily.

There was a short pause from the other thought, and Holly thought that the owner of the gym was thinking about it.

“I think the real question here is, who do you think you are, Miss Janet Anderson,” Alex said smoothly.

Holly/Janet gasped. He knew who she truly was from the start. So, she was right, this all has been a trap. She set away from the intercom. She knew that there was no way she could reason with him at this point. She looked at the mirror again, and noticed that she was 27 now. Like before she noticed that her face was softer, but her body hasn’t gone though any visible changes.

Holly/Janet let out a high sigh and took a seat. Her frustration grew as she watched her face soften more as she regressed into a 26-year-old, and then a 25-year-old. When she turned 24, she couldn’t stand it any more and got up. She began pacing around the room as she thought things over.

The room wasn’t very big so she was able to study it really quick. For what she could see, there wasn’t much she could work with. There was only small airs vent, blowing air into the airtight room. And she couldn’t see where the age changing stream was coming from.

Holly/Janet then walked up to the mirror. She took notice that she has lost two more years in this short time but ignore it as she began exam the mirror that up the wall. From what she could gather it, it was just an ordinary mirror. She brought her hand up, and gently tipped the glass. She couldn’t tell if there was something behind it or not. Not that it mattered, she realized, there was nothing to smash it with.

She let out a defeated sigh as she back away from the mirror. She was tripped and there was no way out of this room. She could only wonder how young she’s going to get in the end. She then decided to check herself in the mirror, just to settle her own curiosity.

Holly/Janet was shock by what she saw. She was about twenty year old now. Her face was now completely devoid of all adult features. Her face was softer then she liked and her face was also slightly smaller. Her glasses were slipping down because her face is now smaller. She really didn’t need those things, they were just part of her disguise anyways. So she just took them off, and threw them away.

Holly/Janet also notice that other part of her body was beginning to change. The most noticeable at the time was her hair. It has been darken during this entire thing, and now was almost completely brown. There were only small blonde highlights left in Holly’s hair. She also noticed that some of her curves had diminished a bit, and her breast didn’t look all that big anymore. But these changes weren’t that visible to the naked eye, it was just something Holly/Janet knew instinctively.

Holly/Janet looked away from the mirror, deciding enough was enough. She was going to get out of this room one way or the other. She walked over to the intercom, taking notice that her shoes felt slightly loose. She didn’t even bother checking to see about her currently age. She knew that answer already. She then pressed the button to the intercom.

“Excuse me, Mister Trent,” though she had expected her voice to sound different, she was still surprise by it. “Can we talk?”

The guy on the other side was silent. This irritated Holly/Janet a little. She took a moment to calm herself as she didn’t want any negative emotion in her voice.

“I’ll admit it, I’m not for the Health Department. You probably guess that I was here to steal the secret of your success. But now, I don’t care, so please let me out, and maybe we can talk.” Holly/Janet tried to make her younger voice sound as sweet and innocent at possible.

Again, the guy on the outside was quiet. This irritated the regressing woman more, and like before, she took a second to calm herself down. She took another second to choose her tactic wisely.

As she was doing all of this, she failed to realize she had lost another three years, making her 17 year old. Now the changes to her body have become clearly visible. Her breast has shrunk nearly a whole cup, and her curves were all that impressive anymore. Her arms and legs didn’t look as sharp as use too. Finally she had shrunken about 3 inches, making about 5 foot, 6 inches.

“Listen, I never told anymore this, but I find older men very attractive. So if you let me out, I could make it worth your wild,” Holly/Janet said sexily.

Like the other times, the owner of the gym didn’t reply. That was the last straw. Holly/Janet could no longer hold herself back. She turned to the door and began beating her fists against the door angrily.

“Open this door NOW!! When I get out of here, I’m going to sue your ass! Do you hear me? Sue you for everything you have!!”

She went to kick the door, but fell on onto her back. The reason before this was because during Holly/Janet outburst, she has gone down to sixteen, and he lost another two inches. This naturally made her shoes bigger and when tried to kick the door she lost her balance and fell onto her ass.

Moaning lightly, the regressing girl set up. She took a moment to recompose herself, and then decided, against her better judgment, to look into mirror. What she saw next, made her blood run cold.

Her sixteen-year-old body process no adult features. While she was still addictive, it was more high school level, and she knew from experience that a lot of older men don’t go for the high school girls. Both amazed and terrified by all of this, she pulled her feet free from her shoes, and stood up. Her skirt and panties immediately fell to her ankles. She felt embarrassed, but quickly got over it when she saw that her blouse barely covered her private zone. She immediately began studying body in fullest.

Besides the noticeable height changes, she notice that her arms and legs weren’t at sharp as they once were. While they still have a certain allure, there were noticeable shorter, and Holly/Janet thought she saw a very, very small amount of baby fat on them.

Then there were her curves. While still seeable, there were a lot less noticeable, with her hips not standing out like when she was in her twenties. She also thought that she could see some baby fat around her stomach through her wet shirt. She put her hands down at her sides, and watched as her sleeves sledded down her arms just enough to reach start of her hand. Finally she notices that her breast had shrunk some. There were nearly a cup and half sizes shorter, making her once tight fitting blouse looked look and wrinkled.

“This is impossible. Just impossible,” Holly/Janet kept saying, not even noticing her higher pitched voice.

By now, all of this strangeness has taken it toll on the girl’s mind, and all she could do was continued to watch as her glorious body faded away. Time lost all meaning to her. All that matter to her now was watching as her life disappeared before her eyes.

It seemed that, after that, the regression sped up, when in reality, Holly/Janet just didn’t notice how much time had passed.

She watched as her face softened, and figure diminished as she quickly dropped to 15. She also lost another 4 inches, making her 5 feet even. Her hair also went through a giant change during this period. It a lost the blonde tint to it, and darken to a deeper, but still light brown color.

The drop to fourteen was probably the worse of all of this craziness. Holly/Janet’s breasts shrunk into almost nothingness. There was nothing now knobs, just training bra size, really. Her curves and sharp limbs disappeared as a noticeable lay of baby fat formed around her body. Her face softened considerable, making her look more innocent then anymore either.

She shrunk much more then the last few times, about five inches, making her about 4” 5’. Her shirt now covered her private zone completely, and her shirtsleeves reached to the center of her hands. She also felt her pubic hair begin to retrain into her body. It wasn’t something she really wanted to think about.

The drop to thirteen was just as painful to watch as regressing into a fourteen-year-old. While she didn’t loose what was left of her breasts at the moment, they still shrunk, making them not even training bra worthy. She watched as the last of her curves disappeared as more baby fat formed and her limbs shortened considerable, and baby fat also formed there. Her face softened once more, and baby fat started to form there as well. She shrunk another two inches as well.

Holly/Janet felt tears building in her eyes as she regressed into a twelve-year-old. Her breast shrunk all the way into her chest, and she felt the last of her pubic hair disappear into her body. She only shrunk an inch and half this around, but she didn’t care about that. Her face begin more roll this time around as more baby fat formed, giving her more cuter look then before.

She finally couldn’t take it anymore. Watching her glorious body change into that of an elementary school girl, was too much for her. She brought her hand over her eyes so she didn’t have to watch anymore, and began crying like the little girl she was becoming, and just couldn’t stop herself.

What happened next, was just a blur to Holly/Janet. She knew she was shrinking and that her baby fat was becoming thicker. But she really didn’t care. She was lost in her memories, remembering admiring her beautiful body each morning in the mirror. She remembered all of the trip to her private gym to make sure she stayed in the best shape possible. And what did she get from all of that? Nothing! Nothing but a small, baby fat ridden body.

She suddenly heard a ringing sound, followed by a hissing sound, like something was being sucked away. The noises brought her to her sense, and she unconsciously looked at the mirror. She was surprised to find a cute seven-year-old staring at back at her. She was unquestionably cute, with eye larger then she remembered, and a round face that didn’t suit the confused look she was spotting. She was noticeable shorter, about 3 feet, 7 and half inches. Her blouse reached below her knees, and when she lowered her arms, her hands were completely engulfed by them. Her blouse barely fitted her small frame, and the opened collar showed her flat chest.

Suddenly she heard the door opened and turned to see the smug face of the one who made her this way. Just seeing that face sent the former adult into a rage, and she ran up to him, nearly tripping on her own blouse. She tried to slap the man across the face, but couldn’t reached her. In fact, her hand barely reached his chest.

“So? How did you like a first hand experience of my cold room?” Alex Trent asked smugly.

“You! You return me to normal this instant!” Holly/Janet screamed instantly.

If she was surprised by her child voice, she didn’t let it show. But at the same time, the man didn’t looked worried about the former adult’s threat, instead, he looked more amused then anything else. This only anger Holly/Janet more.

“Wipe the look off your face! Do you know who I am?” the child asked angrily.

Alex just smiled. The smile, for reasons she couldn’t explain, made the girl’s child stomach do flips.

“You’re Janet Anderson, the CEO and owner of Anderson’s workouts, a chain of success gyms and spas through the country,” Alex said confidently. “At age Ten, most people thought of you as a Hollywood star, and you were a high roller even at that age. Isn’t that where the alias Holly Highroller came from?”

Holly/Janet was shocked. For someone to know who she truly was, well, it was just overwhelming. The man most have saw this, as his smile grew wider.

“You really don’t remember me? And here I thought my name would be a dead giveaway.” Alex brought his hands up and grabbed his glasses and hair. He removed the glasses, and took off the wig, revealing his true, black hair. “We meant during your first childhood.”

“Why should I care who you are? When I get out here, I will sue you ass for everything you own!” Holly/Janet said angrily.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to keep this any secret anymore. But my stream does more then just turned you into a kid. It also alters your DNA at it base, just slightly enough that any sample you gave, wouldn’t match up with your old DNA,” Alex explained confidently.

Holly/Janet just stared at the man like he was crazy. It just wasn’t possible. Stream can’t alter DNA. No, he was just making this up, to stop her from suing his ass off.

“If you think that what I just said is impossible, then how do you explain suddenly turning into a seven-year-old kid?” Alex asked confidently.

The former adult just looked away from the man who cause all of this to her, thinking. True is should have been impossible to change a grown woman into a little girl, but the proof was there. So there might be some truth to what he was saying.

“Oh, and if you’re wondering how I knew you would be here, well that was easy. You sent some of your spies to my place. I spotted them right away, and gave them the same treatment as you. And if you’re still wondering, I also deal in giving people second lives, that’s why I never have repeat customers. Your guys were more then happy to go into my Cold Room. I guess they just didn’t like working for you,” Alex explained smugly.

Holly/Janet turned a fierce glare at the man in front of her. Now he was just being a show off, throwing his victory into her face.

“If you done with that, just tell me how you saw through my disguise?” Holly/Janet asked bitterly.

“Like I said, we meant during our first childhood, so it was easy to spot you. You see, your father and my father stroke up a business deal. My dad would created his stream formula, and your father would add it to his gyms. Of course, my father’s stream wouldn’t have had the power my stream had,” Alex’s face suddenly become darker, a look that scared the child in front of him. “But then your father kept pressuring my father. Everyday, your father would call or sent someone over to watch my dad. He couldn’t handle it, and had an attack heart and died before he could finish the formula. I was able to finished it and improve it.”

Now, the former adult was truly scared, and not just from the look on Alex’s face either. She had just realize that he most have been the reason for her father’s disappear all of these years ago. Alex must have noticed this, as he gave the little girl a cold smile that scared her even more.

“That’s right. When I created my formula, you’re father was the first one to test it. He probably just starting college in Canada,” Alex said darkly.

“W-What do you mean?” Holly/Janet asked fearfully.

“If you’re regress pasted five, you just don’t loose your adulthood, you loose your memories as well. And there’s no way of reversing the process,” Alex said darkly.

Holly/Janet become terrified. She realized that no matter what she did, she was tripped. There was just no way, none she could think off.

“So, Holly Highroller. I leave you with three choices,” Alex said darkly, and held up three fingers. “You could live with me, as my daughter, and never grow old. Or you could leave and try to convince people who you are, which would probably end badly for you. Or, I could put you back into the room for another 30 second, regressing you pass five-years-old, and you would forget everything.”

Alex suddenly pointed at the former adult, a cold smile forming. “The choice is your, Princess Holly Highroller...”

(Author’s note)

Just for a quick note, I have no plans to go any further then that. I leave the decision up to you, the reader, and your imaginations. Plus, I know it was probably annoying how I wrote the female character’s name, but I wanted it state that there was more to the character then first realized. Thank you for reading my story.

 

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