Lost Time

Chapter 1
The Controller

I’ve had a lot of time on my hands lately. Time to think. Every moment of our lives, we make choices. What to wear, what to eat, whether we do our homework or watch a movie. Sometimes, the difference between one choice and the next seems trivial.

And other times, it can change the world.

If I had chosen differently, none of this would have happened. I’d still have a father, a boyfriend, and my sister could still look me in the eye. And most importantly, I wouldn’t be in the position I am now.

I should start at the beginning.

My name is Lina Morris, and I used to be a Sophomore at Summerfield High. I was a good student, fairly popular, and people told me I was pretty. And at 16, I had it made. I’d recently gotten my license, and Dad had co-signed my new car, a pretty blue Dodge Caliber.

I’d just gotten out of a movie I’d went to see with my boyfriend, Rick, and we stopped next to our cars.

“You should come over to my place, my parents are still out of town.” He smiled at me. God, he was so handsome! I knew he wanted to make out, and the offer was tempting, but last time we’d gotten a little carried away. I’m not some prude, I don’t mind the thought of having sex, but I didn’t feel the time was right. We’d only been going out for a little while, after all.

So that was my first choice. Go home or go with my hot boyfriend. I decided to go home, but not after we made out for a bit in his truck. I know, I had to be crazy.

I was kicking myself the whole ride home; my nipples were hard and I felt horny as hell. I found a good place to pull over and I slid a hand down my skirt. Crap, I was already wet! I slid two fingers into my vagina and tried to relieve the tension.

It helped a little, but not enough, and I started fumbling around for my cell phone. Only to realize I didn’t have it; had I dropped it at the theatre? Damn it all! I put the car in gear and turned around. At the time I’d bought it, I’d thought the Caliber was a bit too sporty; my Dad had insisted. But now, I was grateful for the extra horsepower.

I managed to get back to the mall before it closed, and with the help of an usher, I found my phone. I could tell he was giving me the once over, and he was kind of cute, but I’m a one guy at a time kind of girl. I used the bathroom before I left, and when I went to wash my hands, I saw a strange object laying next to the sink.

It looked like a small remote, like the kind that controlled my DVD player. It only had a few buttons, and they were labeled oddly.

+1 yr.

-1 yr.

Reality

Mental

Apparel

Undo

What the heck was this thing? I should have left it there, but I was curious. Another choice.

I got home and went up to my room. I was still feeling a little worked up, and I felt that maybe some quality time spent with my vibrator would help. Once I was in my room, however, something seemed out of place. Damn it all!

“Gracie! Were you in my room again?!”

My sister Grace is thirteen, and she’s always trying to raid my wardrobe. She’s obsessed with trying to look older and sexier. I tried to be patient with her; I remembered feeling the same way at her age, still looking like a kid, but having the raging hormones of a teenager.

“No! Stop blaming me for stuff!”

I made my way to her room. Her lock might be able to stop our parents, but I’d figured out how to jimmy it with a nail file. She tried to cover herself, but I caught her looking at herself in the mirror wearing some of my lingerie!

“Grace! Take that off right now!”

-

We had a fight, and I was harder on her than I should have been. Another choice. If only I could go back! I didn’t just lock my door when I returned to my room, I barricaded it with my hope chest. I could still hear Grace yelling, and her door slamming.

Damn it. Sometimes I wish it was possible to go back and do things over. I got undressed and slipped into my nightie, then I dug my cellphone and i-pod out of my purse so I could charge them. That’s when I found the weird remote thing.

“Oh yeah. I wonder what you do?” I pressed a button, but the tiny LED didn’t even light up. “Huh, must be out of batteries.” Turning it over, I didn’t see any place to put a battery in, but the end had a jack very similar to the one for my i-pod charger.

“Eh, why not?” I plugged it in and waited a few minutes. I then pointed it at my stereo and hit a button. Not only did the LED light up, but a beam of blue light came out of the tip! It didn’t seem to do much, though.

“Well that’s weird. Some kind of laser?” I aimed it at the wall and hit the top button a few times. To my amazement, the paint started to crack and flake away! I touched the spot. It was like that one section of the wall had...aged?

+1 yr. “No way!” I tried the next button on another part of the wall, and the paint first became wet and glistening, and then evaporated, revealing the previous color of the room! This was awesome!

I did something silly next. Standing in front of my mirror, I aimed the...whatever it was at myself and hit the +1 button a few times. To my amazement, my features became more mature, my hips widened and my waist narrowed, and I even became slightly taller. My breasts swelled from a B to a C-cup, and my nightie no longer fit very well.

I quickly slipped it off, and examined my now 19 year-old body. “Damn, I’m a fox!” The mirror revealed that my nipples were darker in color; my pubic hair had darkened as well. I touched my-now larger breasts and made a low purring sound; it felt really nice!

Curious, I zapped myself a few more times, until I was a woman of 25. My breasts got a little bigger, and I was now a beautiful and mature woman! I licked my lips. “Mm...you’re smoking hot.”

I retrieved my vibrator from it’s hiding place and lay down on my bed, trying out my new body. I found myself wishing Rick was here, I wanted him deep inside me! My nipples were less sensitive, and I had to pinch them roughly to get a reaction.

The vibrator felt good, but it wasn’t cutting it. God, I needed release so badly! I hit upon an idea then, and I took the...controller. Yes, that was a good name for it. Sitting up on my bed so I could face the mirror, I aimed it at myself again, but this time, I hit the -1 button, still holding the vibrator between my legs.

My features began to soften and my breasts shrank in size. But I didn’t stop at 16, instead, I made myself younger! My breasts continued to shrink, the nipples becoming pink and very sensitive. My pussy became tighter, which felt amazing. I kept hitting the -1 button. I was younger than Grace now, and I was so tight that the vibrator inside my pussy was starting to hurt. But it felt so good at the same time...I hit the button again.

My breasts were almost completely gone now, tiny bumps on my chest. I looked like a girl barely into puberty and I dropped the controller on the floor, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure of the vibrator in my tiny pussy. It kept wanting to come out, but I held it firmly in with all my strength. I lay back down on the bed, unable to keep myself from whimpering softly. My nipples were very sensitive now, and I rubbed the palm of my hand against them.

I could feel liquid seeping out from around the vibrator as I came violently. I curled up into a ball on my bed, trying to keep the vibrator inside me. I orgasmed again, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out loud. Finally, it slid out of me, and I shuddered as a third orgasm wracked my tiny body.

It was some time before I could move again. My pussy was sore and very tender, and I was bleeding onto the bed; I must have torn something. Maybe if I aged myself, it would heal...no wait, better idea! I took another few years off my body, and the pain simply faded away. I examined myself, and I couldn’t feel any tearing at all. I was so young down there!

I used the controller on the sheets, and the bloodstains vanished as well. Looking in the mirror, I gasped. I looked all of maybe nine, and I was, simply put, adorable! I touched my face, the skin was so soft. Rather than change myself back, I slid under the covers and hugged them tightly to my body, before drifting off to sleep.

-

I woke up the next morning, and I felt great! It was still early, but I wasn’t even remotely tired. I’d forgotten how much energy I’d had when I was younger! I slid out of bed, marveling at how much bigger everything was. Walking around my room, I felt more graceful, and to prove it, I did a handstand, then fell to the ground, giggling my fool head off. I used to really be into gymnastics, and I’d been good, until puberty hit. Once I started to get taller and more top-heavy, I’d gotten out of the sport. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it!

But now, with this controller, I could be in my prime again, any time I wanted. As long as I wanted! I dug out my old gymnastics uniform. It was a little big on me, but then I remembered the Apparel button. I aimed it at myself, and sure enough, it shrank to fit me perfectly!

“That’s just amazing!” Then I sighed. People don’t just become younger. Convincing my parents to let me re-enroll in gymnastics was simply out of the question. Hell, they’d probably take the controller away, and then what?

I considered the other buttons. Apparel had changed my clothing to match my age. Just to make sure, I regressed myself two years, hitting the Apparel button. As I shrank, the uniform shrank with me! I giggled. I guessed that I was only seven now. And I was adorable!

Hm. The Mental button, if I had guessed rightly, would adjust my mental age. Do not want! So maybe Reality would make it so that everyone really thought I was a kid? I was about to hit it when I considered something. My parents were a little too old to have a seven year-old daughter again. Plus, either Grace would become my older sister or....she’d simply vanish, not even having been born yet!

Hey, I get annoyed by her sometimes, but I didn’t want her to disappear! No, I’d have to think about this. I aged myself back to 16, using the Apparel button so that my uniform grew with me. It really flattered my figure, and just for the hell of it, I made myself 17. Oh yeah, much better.

I changed into my regular clothing, using the Apparel button to adjust for the changes in my body. I was maybe an inch taller, and my figure just that much more mature. I put the controller in my purse. I didn’t know where it had come from, but it was about to make my life more amazing.

My first target would be Grace. She’d been so sweet when she was younger, but puberty had brought out the bitch in her. I walked to the bathroom, and I heard her music playing from inside. I was able to unlock the door, and opened it a crack.

I could see her naked body through the shower curtain. Not much of a figure yet, poor thing. And it was about to get worse. I took two years off of her, careful to use the Mental and Reality buttons. I watched as she shrank in size, her nascent maturity vanishing. Her music even changed, becoming some annoying teen-pop. I took another year off of her for good measure, bringing her back down to ten.

I closed the door and checked out her room. Sure enough, it now looked like the room of a ten year-old girl, the posters of bands and boys replaced by more girly things like unicorns and, My God, Hello Kitty!

Maybe I had made her too young? Oh well.

I made my way to the kitchen, where I took a few years off Mom without her knowledge. Not much changed, although she seemed to have a bit more spring in her step. When Dad came in, he definitely approved, and kissed her, commenting on how lucky he was to have such a young-looking wife. I zapped her twice more for good measure. I thought about making Dad younger, but then I heard Grace coming out of the shower. I didn’t want to get caught, that’s for sure!

So I slid the controller away, and had breakfast with my family.

-

No school today, so I decided to go visit Rick. Unfortunately, when I got there, I saw a pink car that I know didn’t belong to me. Had making myself 17 done something to our relationship? Only one way to be sure, I used the controller and regressed myself back to 16, selecting Reality and Apparel.

No, the car was still there. Curious, I went back another year.

There was a flash of light, and I found myself standing outside, my car nowhere to be seen. Oh shit! I was too young to drive now, so I didn’t have a car! Aging myself back to 16 didn’t make it reappear either. I had accidentally erased my car from existence!

I resolved to be more careful in the future. Still, I had to know what was going on before I just knocked on the door, so I called Rick on his cell. There was a pause, and he answered it.

“Hey babe, what’s up? A bit early for you, huh?”

“Yeah, I thought I’d drop by, is that okay?”

There was a pause. “Uh, well I’m not quite up yet, gimme about an hour, ok?”

Yeah, I was suspicious now. “Sure thing.”

We said our goodbyes, and I hid around the corner. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door opened, and Laurie West came out onto the porch. She and Rick kissed and then he went back into the house as she headed towards her car.

I knew I should have recognized that pink piece of trash! I was so mad! I took aim at Laurie, held down the Reality and Mental buttons, and started pressing -1 over and over again. Her car vanished, and she began to shrink, becoming younger and smaller with each press. I hadn’t hit the Apparel button, so despite the fact I was changing her reality by the second, her clothes loosed on her dwindling frame.

I was so angry I brought her down to about eight before I came to my senses. She looked totally pathetic; her skirt and panties had slid off her legs, and pooled on the ground around her feet. Her blouse now came down to her knees, and one shoulder poked out of the neck.

She wobbled in too-large shoes, and tripped, falling down and skinning her knee. She started to bawl, and I felt pretty guilty. No matter what her adult self had done, she was now an innocent little girl. I fixed her clothing and went to comfort her.

“Why am I here? Where’s my Mommy?” She was crying and I picked her up.

“It’s ok honey, I’ll take you home.” She clung to me, sniffling. I remembered that her Mom and Dad were divorced, and she was an only child. I knew if I was going to leave her this way (and I didn’t have much reason to restore her, since she’d been sleeping with my boyfriend!), I would have to regress her mother as well. So I knocked on the door, and when her Mom answered, I zapped her. I was in a hurry, so I hit the -1 button a bunch of times.

I must have pressed it a few times too many, because when I stopped, she looked really young, like early 20’s. Their house changed, becoming a bit shabbier, and the new car in the driveway was replaced by a clunker. Her mom was now wearing overalls and had a bandanna holding her hair out of her eyes. “Oh Laurie, where were you, I was looking everywhere! You know I have to go clean the Carter house this morning? Come on, get your things.”

She looked to me and smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing her home...you’re the Morris girl, right? Tell your Mom I’ll be by later tonight, thanks so much.”

-

I was pretty rattled after that encounter. My changes to reality had made it so Laurie’s Mom never went to college, never got a good career, and was having to work as a housekeeper to support her 7 year-old daughter...who, by all appearances, she had while she was still in High School!

Sure, maybe I could have fixed it with the controller, but I could just as easily make things worse. I walked back to Rick’s place, wondering how I was going to deal with him. On the one hand, reality was different now. He hadn’t cheated on me with Laurie; Laurie was a little girl.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t possibly cheating on me with someone else. And even if he hadn’t, I knew that he could. Or would. Using the controller to punish him was awfully tempting. But I’d already seen what kind of damage that could cause.

As his house came in sight, I pointed the controller at his car and aged it until it was an old rustbucket. The Reality button turned it into an older model of car as well. I smiled. He’d loved his car, and it felt like a suitable revenge.

Then I went up the steps and knocked on the door. It was time to break up with the jerk.

-

By the time I got back home, I was exhausted, and I hooked the controller up to my charger, then fell on my bed, passing out as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up sometime later, and things felt terribly wrong. I sat up, only to find that my clothing hung loosely on my body. Grace was in my room, pointing the controller at me!

“Grace, stop playing with that!”

She laughed. “Oh wow, this thing is so much fun! You look so much younger!”

I tried to get out of bed, but she pointed the controller at me. “Oh no, you’re not taking it away from me!” I felt myself get smaller and even younger, until my shirt felt like a tent. She laughed and ran out of the room.

I managed to free myself from my clothes, and stood on the bed. My God, I was so tiny! Looking in the mirror, I saw a naked little four year-old girl! How had she gotten in? Fuck, so much for her being nicer at this age.

Lesson learned. Never assume how the controller was going to change reality. At least she hadn’t used the Reality, or worse, the Mental button on me! But what was I going to do now? I wrapped a towel around my naked body and stepped out into the hall.

Where had my sister gone? The bathroom door opened, and a hot nineteen year-old stepped out. She was completely naked. “Check this body out!”

“Grace, please, you have to change me back!” My voice was much higher-pitched now.

She laughed. “Yeah right. Forget it, squirt, I’m the big sister now. I’m going to borrow some of your clothes, hope you don’t mind!”

She brushed past me and went into my room. I followed her, somehow, I had to make her see reason!

“Grace, please, what will happen when Mom finds out?”

“Huh. Well she won’t believe you, that’s for sure.”

“She won’t believe you, either. You’re too old to be her daughter.”

She frowned. “No way, I’m a grown-up now, I’m not going back!”

“So what are you going to do for a place to live? Money?”

She may have a grown up body, but her mind was ten years old. She didn’t have the answers. “Shut up! You’re not going to ruin this!” She looked at the controller. “What does Mental and Reality do?”

“I’m not going to tell you!”

She aimed it at me. “Then I guess I’ll try them out on you!”

“No, wait, don’t...”

The beam hit me and I felt my body become even smaller....I regressed back to a toddler, then an infant, and finally a newborn...and then...

-

I was in a dark, warm place. I was floating, and I heard a heartbeat. Oh God, I was...back inside Mom! This couldn’t be happening! But it was, and I couldn’t deny it. I was an unborn baby with the mind of a teenaged girl. I had no way of knowing exactly how old I was, but chances were, I’d be stuck here for awhile.

You have no idea how boring it is to be back in the womb. There’s nothing to do, other than sleep while your body grows. I could occasionally hear things going on outside the womb...any time I heard Grace’s voice, I was tempted to kick at her, but after the first time, I realized I was just going to hurt Mom.

I was in the womb for what seemed like forever. Time seemed to blend together, and eventually I turned inside her. Being upside down didn’t really bother me much, although, despite the fact that I couldn’t wait to be born, the process was a bit daunting.

When it finally happened, my Mom wasn’t the only one who was exhausted! Ugh, nobody should have to do that more than once! I felt myself being slapped, and you bet I cried! Then they handed me to Mom. I couldn’t see her very well, but I knew her voice. And it felt good to be held.

Breast feeding was kind of weird, but I liked the way Mom’s milk tasted. I guess I could see now why guys are so obsessed with boobs. I started to notice that things around me were off.

Mom seemed even younger than before, mid-20’s tops. Dad was nowhere around, and Grace...Grace was definitely not 19. Hell she wasn’t even 9, I guessed she was maybe 7. What had happened while I was chillaxing in the womb?

It was a little while before I was alone with her, and she produced the controller, aging me up to about three.

“Sis, I’m so sorry, please, I promise, I’ll be the best sister ever, I never meant to screw things up so much!”

I frowned. I wanted to be mad at her, but she was crying. “What happened? Why are you and Mom younger?”

She sighed. “After you...vanished. I didn’t know what happened at first, until I saw Mom’s belly. Dad kept saying how they were too old to have another kid, and I couldn’t let them...you know...”

“I was too old for that. But I guess they could have given me up.” That wasn’t a pleasant thought! “So what did you do?”

“I decided I’d make them younger. You know, with Reality. But Mom...I didn’t realize how much younger than Dad she was. I promise, I didn’t know!”

Ugh, that would be my fault. “Ok, so what happened?”

“I don’t know, I think she got too young. I woke up in my bed, and I was younger than before. We have a different house, it’s smaller, and Dad...Dad’s gone. I don’t know what happened to him, Mom doesn’t even talk about Dad.”

I shivered. Somehow, making Mom younger had changed things so they’d never gotten married? That had to be it. “Oh no...”

“Look, Sis. I...I want to make you bigger, but I’m afraid to use that button again.”

“Oh no, you’re going to make me a baby again?! It’s terrible!”

She nodded. “If I could switch with you, I would, but...I promise, I’ll be the best, I will!”

I sighed. “I guess you’re right. Damn it.” Something about being this young and swearing made me giggle a bit. “But hey, you could always use it when we’re alone? I mean, I don’t need to be a lot older, but....it’s nice to be able to talk again. Or walk. Or have bladder control.” I blushed, making a face.

She nodded. “I promise, Sis.”

-

So in the end, I did get my sweet little sister back. I hated the guilt she was carrying around, but maybe time will cure it. Mom is seeing a new guy, and you know, I think I like him better than my real Dad. Everyone keeps commenting on how mature I seem for my age. Ha! If only they knew.

Everyone thinks it’s funny how I try to read ’grown-up books’. Try to read, nothing. I was studying my ass off. While I wait to grow up again, I got nothing to do but learn. I’m going to do something with my life this time around.

Also, I’m going to find out where the controller came from, and how it works. So that maybe, one day, I can fix the damage my bad choices made. So yeah, that’s how I went from sixteen years old to sixteen months old.

So if you ever find a strange little remote control, think about what happened to me. And how it could have been much, much worse.

 

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