Halloween Teen

Chapter 5
Part 5

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Chapter Description: The stunning conclusion.

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"Don’t speed! We don’t want to be pulled over! I might not have time for that!" Margaret told her son.

She looked at her bare legs and how thin they were getting. She figured she was 12 now and still going backward. She could literally feel her bare feet sliding across the floormat as her height decreased and her legs grew shorter.

"Dammit!" Damon suddenly exclaimed "A train!"

"Shit!" 11 year old Margaret shouted seeing the blocked street ahead. "Hurry train!"

Kerthump, Kerthump, Kerthump, Kerthump..... it seemed like an eternity for the train to pass. Margaret kept growing younger. The train seemed to stretch for miles. It looked like it was barely moving! Finally 10 year old Margaret yelled excitedly in her childish voice "The end! There it is! Fin’ly!"

Damon peeled out and again was on his way to the drugstore when suddenly the car sputtered. He tried to restart it but it wouldn’t start. It was stalled! Margaret was starting to be swallowed by her T-shirt. It was getting harder for her to see over the dash.

"What now?" 9 year old Margaret asked worriedly.

"Uhhhh... all that driving yesterday and today.... ummmm we never got any gas!" he sheepishly replied.

"Didn’t you check?" Margaret asked. "How could you not check?! Stupid head!"

"Uhhh...no.... I’m sorry..... " Damon said as he surveyed the situation. His mother was just a child. Her toes barely touched the floor now. "We’re gonna have to walk." he said.

"Ummmm we better hurry ’cuz somethin’ ain’t right!" Margaret said "I’m startin’ to have a hard time thinkin’!"

"Shit... You’re getting too young I bet! We better get a move on" Damon replied as the two got out of the car and took off through the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, 8 year old Margaret couldn’t run as fast as Damon and he had to slow up for her. He took her hand and coaxed her along. Damon suddenly became aware of the people around him as they got to the sidewalk. It was Halloween and the sidewalks were filled with trick or treaters!

"Oh hi, Damon" a girl’s voice said stopping him. It was Joleen taking her little sister trick or treating! "What’re you supposed to be?" she sweetly asked little Margaret seeing the barefoot girl in the oversized T-shirt.

"I’mmm uhhhhhhhh.... I’m Maggie" replied 7 year old Margaret suddenly realizing that she thought she should be getting candy tonight!

"Is this you’re sister? What’s she dressed as?" Joleen asked not making the connection that the blond haired child had the same name as her ’rival’ from before.

"Uhhh she’s a ummm a Ragamuffin... we gotta go! I’ll see ya later" Damon said and tugged on Maggie’s hand to keep her moving. She was slipping to 6 years of age and Damon didn’t want to have to explain that! Besides, time was running out.

"Oh...OK.... call me.. OK?" Joleen yelled out after Damon as he ran along with the 6 year old.

Damon and Maggie had to stop for traffic at a street corner giving them a chance to catch their breath. "Whew" he sighed "How’re you doin’?"

"I want some candy!" the 5 year old declared.

"We’ll get you all the candy you want after you get old again... Is it still getting harder to think straight?" he asked.

"I’m thinkin’ pretty good.... but I wanna get some candy! Can we go trick or treatin’ after I get big again? K?" she lisped

The light changed. "Sure....OK.... if you still wanna go trick or treating afterwards I’ll take you." he told his very youthened mother "But we gotta do this first! We’re almost there.Hold on!" He knew she was slipping mentally.

"Goody!" Maggie said as she started skipping with her T-shirt flapping to each step as it touched the ground now.

By the time they got to the drugstore parking lot Maggie had lost another year. She was 4 now and showing no signs of stopping. "Carrwee me!" she said as she waved her arms wildly and wouldn’t run or walk any further. Damon picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. He could feel her shrinking as he held her. "

"You’re getting so young!" Damon understated.

As he walked thru the door carrying his much younger mother he heard the witch immediately break out laughing "Uncle Damon! How are you?" She said.

He lowered Maggie to her feet as she slipped closer to 3 years old. "You tricked her again! You made her YOUNGER!" he complained.

"I keep telling you I don’t ~trick~ anyone. Your mother used the spell to be a teenager and now she’s used it to get uhhhhhhh a little bit younger than that! I certainly didn’t do anything but offer her the means to do whatever she wished" the witch told Damon as she had a growing grin of satisfaction.

"Well, it’s all over now ’cause she wants to ask to be her adult self again!" Damon said with confidence.

"She does? Hmmmm Well, well, well..." the witch replied with her cackling laugh as she got out her magical jewel. "We’ll have to see I guess..."

"C’mon, mom... let’s show her!... mom? ....mom? ....mom?...???" Damon looked down to see her T-shirt lying flat on the floor! "She’s disappeared! She got so young that she disappeared! .....What the hell?" Damon was stunned and couldn’t say anymore.

"Disappeared or how about ~reappeared~ back in her mommy’s womb? Boy, talk about a surprise for your grandpa! Ahhhh but alas... the spell wouldn’t work that way... she didn’t ask for that.... Your mother is over there" the witch said as she pointed toward the candy section.

Damon ran around the aisle to see a 2 year old and naked Maggie happily munching on candy.

"MOM! You’re wasting time... and you don’t have much left!" Damon told her.

"Look... candwee!" was all she could say excitedly.

"She’s ready for your to say ’you want to return to your adult self again’" Damon told his toddler mother.

"huh uh... got candweee.... later..K?" she said declaring her intentions to eat some more of her bounty of candy first.

"Terrible Twos! They certainly get defiant don’t they?" the witch said with a sarcastic tone. "And the bad thing is that at midnight Halloween is over.... and all my power is pretty weak for a whole ’nother year.... but then again.... she’ll be in diapers by then anyway! Better just let her enjoy her candy now because she’ll be dining on a bottle soon enough."

"She’ll do it... She’ll say it... c’mon, mom!" Damon said as he swept up the ever youthening child. "Now get that magic jewel thing of yours!"

The witch stopped and sighed. Damon held onto his young mother preparing her to get back to normal.

"As you say...." The witch said as she held out the jewel for little Maggie. Before Maggie could touch it the witch then transformed herself into the look of every witch cliche imaginable! Little Maggie screamed and started bawling. She wouldn’t even look at the witch much less put out her shrinking hand!

"No fair!" Damon complained

"Fair.... deary? Is this a game? I’ve played fair!" Mortals!" the witch huffed " One thousand One One Thousand Two One Thousand Three..."

"Quit that! You’re stalling!... She wants to do it... Change back and do this right!" Damon said and then whispered into little Maggie’s ear "Just say "I want to return to my adult self again"

The witch surprisingly obliged him and again was the cute salesgirl from before. "Ok."she said extending the jewel out "if it’s a game I guess the ball’s in your court"

"Do it, mom.. c’mon" Damon said as he held the naked child in his arms.

She reached out and touched the stone.

Before she could speak the witch started talking to her in a sugary sweet voice "Honey, you can ask to be anything you want.... you can be a tiny baby again just like that... comfortable and safe.... even a little baby boy so you can grow up to be a fireman or grow up to be a ball-player since Damon likes games.... just ask it. It’s your choice"

Damon pulled little Maggie’s hand away from the jewel before she could speak. "You’re trying to trick her right now!" he argued "She’ll be a little baby anyway if you don’t quit it!" He again whispered the words little Maggie needed to say into her tiny ear "Just say -you want to be your adult self again-"

"Damon... I don’t trick anyone... I was just offering her some options. If she wants to get it over with and be a little baby... all comfy and warm... and loved... she can just speed it up a bit" the witch said "..And if she wants to be a little baby boy so she can play with the boys then she can do that too...."

"You’re stalling... Just do this right... C’mon mom... you know what to say" Damon said as he put her tiny arm out and she touched the jewel.

The witch grinned "Honey, sweetie... you can even wish to be born again! Spend time in your mommy’s tummy all safe and warm and peaceful again... no worries... I bet you can remember all that now...Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"Me... be ...baby?" she asked as if the thought was appealing.

"No, mom... you don’t want that! You’re getting little enough. She’s stalling. Just say what we planned on!" Damon said.

He made sure her even smaller finger was touching the jewel. She seemed to be thinking.

"Me..... wannn be... ba.."

Damon pulled her hand away "NO! It’s a trick... say what we planned on -You want to return to your adult self-"

The witch looked at him sternly "That wasn’t exactly ~fair~ now was it? Pulling her hand away?!"

"She’s just confused! You’re taking advantage of her!" Damon replied "C’mon mom... You gotta get it right!"

"Say it faster next time, honey" the witch said softly as she stared evily at Damon.

"Me.... wanna.... we...wee....weet urn uuuuuuuhhhhh ttto.... myeee......uhhhhhhh...." Maggie managed only a few more almost unintelligible syllables before pulling her hand away and crying. "’Can’t say.... big words!" she sobbed.

"Ahhhhh looks like the little one has slipped a little too far back for her vocabulary" the witch said thoroughly enjoying what her stalling tactics had wrought!

"MOM!? You hafta! Say it however you can...." Damon pleaded. "You stalled until she got too young to talk right!" he complained to the witch.

"Looks like I win this game. She’s barely a year old now! Her infantile mind can barely grasp what’s happening now. All those adult connections are just unraveling and coming undone! She’s getting more and more comfortable with being a little baby. It’s feels natural to her. Leave her be...."

"Try mom!" Damon implored as he placed baby Maggie’s hand on the jewel again.

"uoooohhh me .....wan...na..... weet...... " she said "eeeee..... goooooo....."

"Speech seems to be evading her.... In fact it looks like it’s gone. You should have let her wish to go back to her mother’s womb... now you have a baby to take care of!" The witch said relishing in every devilish moment of Maggie’s transformation into a tiny baby.

Baby Maggie was getting tinier but did still seem to be attempting to talk. Unfortunately, the words were getting more garbled. More like sounds. She was also getting distracted by the decorative Halloween lights flashing in the store. The witch was full of herself and what she had caused. "The best spells are the ones where you mortals do it to yourselves. I didn’t even really do anything wrong. This is perfect. I’ll be the winner of the best spell this year for sure!"

"So it IS a game?" Damon asked.

"Kinda" the witch smirked. "So what? Anyway.... What a cute baby your mother makes!" the witch said. "Younger and younger she grows! Tick Tock Tick Tock"

The witch noticed baby Maggie’s increasing fascination with the flashing lights. This gave her another evil idea. One she couldn’t wait to try! She opened her blouse and exposed a breast. She leaned forward toward baby Maggie so that the child could see her ample breast. "I bet this interests you more than it does Damon!" she said wickedly.

Baby Maggie’s hand let lose of the jewel and reached for the inviting breast!

"No!" Damon said as baby Maggie cooed happily.

"I think I can put this jewel away now" the witch said "that about finishes her off. Give it up, Damon." she said as baby Maggie lightly squeezed her nipple "She’s not even a year old now.... let her enjoy it. She’s an infant"

"No! C’mon mom... you gotta try... ask however you can, mom! Say something! Please!" Damon begged of his tiny mother. "Keep that jewel out... I’m not giving up as long as mom can make a noise!" he told the witch as he pulled baby Maggie’s hand from her breast and placed it back the jewel.

"Fine... but it sounds more like plain ol’ cooing and gurgles to me. She was much happier touching me instead of this jewel" the witch replied "Look.... I win... deal with it!"

"C’mon and say it, mom! Anything even close! Try! Don’t let her win!" he said as he worriedly pleaded and now had to hold baby Maggie’s hand on the jewel. "Pleassssssssse! ~Try~"

" iahhhhhhh..... wa...n....na...... bbbbbeeeeeee.... uuuuuuuuuummmmm...." she said as drool ran down her tiny chin.

"Damon, by the way..." the witch said sarcastically as she waited for the final few months to be washed from baby Maggie leaving her a newborn "....We have a sale on dispoable diapers!" Her laugh was deep and hard.

Damon continued to hold baby Maggie’s tiny fingers on the jewel as she still was making a drawn out sound. "C’mon... C’mon...." he quietly implored of her.

"Give it up, deary! She’s probably not trying to ask for anything... It’s just gas!" the witch said. She again leaned forward exposing a naked breast to the tiny infant "Let me hold her so she can have this... It’s what she wants and it’s for the best now.... She’s way too young now...She’s just an infant. Deal with it. You lose... get over it!"

"mmmmmmmm...ma..ma..." Baby Maggie’s hand recoiled from the jewel.

The witch looked at her and Damon. "What the hell was that? What’d she say?"

Damon wasn’t sure either. It hadn’t sounded like much but garbled nonsense.

The witch thought for a moment "It doesn’t matter. Whatever she said she’s so young now that by the time she gets old enough to try and straighten it all out it’ll be well past midnight and there will be nothing any of us can do! And that’s assuming that she’ll get older!"

"Mom? Mom? Can you try again?" Damon asked of his infant mother but she was more interested in playing with her toes! She didn’t seem able or willing to fight her infantile mind any longer. Did she seem to be getting bigger?... Maybe... But she wasn’t talking!

"I’ve no more time for this... I obviously win! If she starts talking I’ll uphold my word and you can try again.... like that will happen before midnight! And you’ll have to find me!" And with that the witch walked around to the other aisle and seemingly disappeared into thin air!

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Damon wrapped his tiny mother in the T-shirt she had worn earlier and took her home. She did slowly get older. It was a slow process. The power of the spell weakened as midnight and Halloween passed. She was understandably confused about what had taken place as she grew back up. Thankfully, she did return to adulthood ....All the way to 23 years of age!

Before she had slipped too far back in infancy she had managed to say "I wanna be mama". After some thought Maggie, the name she now prefers, realized that the spell casting jewel returned her to the age that she had been when she first became a mother. That’s why she was now 23!

Damon wasn’t sure how he felt about having a mother that all his friends thought was a ’hottie’ but Maggie knew how she felt about it.... Being 16 was one thing and it was a place that she didn’t want to return to in her life.... but being 23 again was nothing short of wonderful as far as she was concerned!

Damon and Joleen were now dating regularly.

The witch wound up not winning any awards but was instead the butt of many jokes for ’losing’ her own game and being bested by a mortal who actually LIKED her fate! The witch vowed NEXT Halloween would be different though!

The End

 

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