Camp problem child

Chapter 1
Camp Problem Child

Bad girls.

Jennifer was 17 and going through that rebellious stage. She dyed her hair a purplish red, wore lots of black, and black makeup, she was very anti-authority, including her parents. Jennifer came home one day after school at nearly 7PM. She had been hanging out with her friend Thomas (she called him Rax) since school let out, burning incents and discussing their individuality. She was actually working up the courage to ask Rax to go to a Rave with her in a few days. Boys asking the girls out was so clich?, she didn’t want him to be the one to ask, and they both knew they had something going.

As soon as Jennifer came in the door she was met with a demanding "where have you been?" from her mother. "Mom? Why do you care? Why is that any of your business?" Her mother stood sternly in the doorway, still wearing her apron. "Because young lady you’re my daughter and I care about you, believe it or not. I fixed dinner for all of us and you weren’t even here. What kind of role model are you for your brother?" Jennifer walked past her mother, brushing her aside in the process "BLAH BLAH BLAH I’ll be in my room!" Jennifer yelled as she stomped up the stairs and slammed the door. "Don’t you take that tone with me young lady as long as you live in this house..." Her mothers voice trailed off by the sound of loud death metal coming from the room.

Jennifer’s father walked up and put his hand around his wife’s shoulders. "Don’t worry honey, Bob at work told me about this great clinic for her, it should give us our daughter back." He held up a flyer. The next day Jennifer came home to find a man in an athletic looking suit sitting in the living room with her parents. "Jennifer come in here please." Jennifer acme into the room. "What’s this all about?"

"This is Mr. Eggleton, he’s going to be your camp counselor." "Oh no maam, Jennifer will have a female counselor, I’m just a representative." Jennifer was surprised and angry. "COUNSELOR? What do you mean counselor?" Jennifer’s mother smiled. "We signed you up for a camp; they guarantee we will get our daughter back from their month long seminar." Jennifer dropped her bag and started to walk away. "I’m not going to any camp." Her father rose from his seat. "Oh yes you are young lady, you’re not 18 yet, you’re still a minor, we’ve already signed the papers and gotten school approval, you’re GOING! Pack your bags you have 30 minutes." The counselor interrupted him. "Actually... what you’re wearing is fine, we have a complete wardrobe for our seminar, its part of the reconditioning."

"IM NOT GOING!" Jennifer said objectionably. "Oh don’t worry, you don’t have a choice." The counselor said with a smile. Suddenly Jennifer felt a pain in her neck and began to get sleepy. As she began to fall in a trance she managed to grab a small dart from her neck. As she fell to the floor she saw that the counselor had some kind of dart gun in his hand. "You.... suck" she managed to get out just before falling to sleep. "Don’t worry Frey family; you’ll have your little daughter back in no time."

Jennifer awoke some time later; she didn’t know where she was. She awoke to a very traditional very girly looking room with a large bed in it. The room was painted in a dark pink color with white moldings. The bed likewise had pink sheets with white bed posts. Jennifer found also that her clothes had changed; she was now wearing a grey sweat suit. Anxiously, she lifted up the elastic of her sweat pants; even her panties had been changed! She was wearing a pair of black lace encrusted ones, now she was wearing a pair of standard white bikini style panties. She tried to get up from the bed, but as she did she was met with the face of a young woman.

The woman looked to be in her mid to late 20s, she was young and beautiful. She resembled a Barbie doll. Jennifer rolled her eyes at her traditional long blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect measurements. "Psh, what a follower" she thought. "Ah, so you’re awake Jenny?" "My name’s Jennifer, but you can call me a cab." The woman chuckled. "You’re a funny one Jenny. My name’s Ariana, I’ll be your counselor for the next month." Jennifer sat up on the edge of the bed. "No seriously, you need to call me a cab cos you have no right to keep me here you... fascist."

Ariana chuckled "hehe, you’re still funny, but we can’t do that, it would be against policy, so how about you tell me a few things about you?" Jennifer sighed. "Ohkay... My name’s Jennifer, I’m 17... What else do you wanna know?" Ariana kept smiling; her smile was beginning to weird Jennifer out. "When did you dye your hair Jennifer?" Jennifer looked at her with an annoyed look. "I dunno, like last year or something?" "Hrmm, ok... what I want youto do then, is remember the day before you dyed your hair, concentrate on it, remember going to the store and buying the dye?" Jennifer stared at Ariana like she was crazy. "Come on now, at least try for me, close your eyes and think back." Jennifer sighed and decided to play along. She closed her eyes and began to think back. She remembered buying the dye at a costume shop, before that she was at school; she remembered being made fun of because of her blonde hair. "How can you be an individual when you have cheerleader hair?" her friends were arguing.

Jennifer’s head began to itch; she scratched it but continued to think back as Ariana spoke to her about her day. Jennifer was surprised at how many things Ariana was guessing right; maybe she did this a lot. What Jennifer didn’t know was that her hair was changing. As she recalled the moments before dying her hair, the reddish color began to fade. Within minutes her hair was the shiny natural blonde it had been the day before. Jennifer’s entire body felt funny as she thought back, her breasts shrank a little and she grew a little shorter as a year of her age melted away from her. "Ok, that’s enough, now open your eyes." the counselor said. Jennifer did as she was asked to find that she was now her 16 year old self. Gone was the black lipstick and nail polish, gone was the cat eye contacts. Jennifer was now a natural blonde 16 year old girl. "Wh... what is this?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Ariana smiled. "This is just day one dear; there are many steps to go. It’s late you need to sleep, go to bed 16 year old Jenny." Jennifer was flustered, what had they done? How had they done it?! Her thoughts were a blur when she realized she really was tired. She drifted off to sleep shortly after.

The next day Jennifer woke up in the same bed. She was a bit disoriented at first, but quickly remembered what had happened the day before. She stumbled out of the bed and quickly realized she had to make an emergency run to the bathroom, problem was, she didn’t know where it was. Jennifer bust through the door closest too her to be confronted with a long hallway of doors, all of them looking the same. The hall was all white just like her room. It was somewhat disturbing. Jennifer looked to the left, and then the right, spotting a small sign hanging from the ceiling that said "restroom" she darted for the door. Upon opening it she was surprised to see that the room was much different than she expected. Long lines of girls ranging from ages past her own to near babies stood in line for the showers all wearing the same grey sweat clothes as her. "Need something Jenny?" Ariana’s voice called out. Jennifer turned to find Ariana standing right by the door. "Bathroom... need to use it." Ariana pointed towards the stalls "go right ahead, then get in line for the showers." Jennifer did as she was asked. The line seemed ridiculously long, what could be taking so long for everyone to shower? Nobody was talking either, only the sounds of running water could be heard. After a while it came to Jennifer’s attention that the line was getting shorter but no one was coming out. "Hey" Jennifer said, leaning forward to the pre-teen girl in front of her. "Where’s everyone going?" The girl said nothing at first, but then, after looking at Ariana said "they’re passing through the other side into the activity center. When you get there, I suggest you get the hell out of this place any way you can." Jennifer was kind of surprised at a girl of maybe 10 saying "get the hell out" but admired it in its uniqueness. "I hear that, this is bullshit I’m 17 they can’t control me." The girl looked at Ariana again, who still wasn’t paying attention. "You won’t think that long" the girl said. "I was going on 24 when I came here, my parents didn’t approve of my fianc?..." she trailed off, getting kind of teary as she finished the sentence.

"What? 24? That’s illegal, they can’t do this to you without your consent, this is a free country...” Jennifer’s increased tone got Ariana’s attention. "Now Jenny, no talking or we’ll have to send you to the punish room." Jennifer, being her stubborn individual self would not stand for this. "Punish room? What the hell is this a concentration camp? We are human beings here we’re not some animal you can prod and poke, you can’t tell us what to do. You let these people go free!" Ariana stood up from her chair and began to walk towards Jennifer. "I’m sorry Jenny, but you’re going to have to learn who’s in charge." 2 large men came in from the door behind Jennifer, she resisted them, kicking and screaming in protest as they drug her out of the room and down the hall. They took her to a large open door with a completely empty completely white room and tossed her in, closing the door behind her. Ariana’s voice came over a speaker. "Now Jenny, I want you to use this time to think about why you are here, think about your past, what you’ve done with your time, and how you wound up so rebellious." "ooooh no, you’re not doing that to me again, I see what you’re doing in this place, you’re turning people into kids, I wont stand for it." There was a silence on the speaker; Jennifer could tell Ariana was thinking about what to say next. "Well, we’ll see" She finally said.

Jennifer sat there on the floor for a while, there was absolutely nothing to concentrate on in the room except a mirror on one wall she knew was a two way. In protest, Jennifer tore off her sleeves and pant legs, making her sweat suit into a makeshift tank top and shorts. As she tore her pant legs off she became aware that she needed to save. "Damn! I need to shave; they don’t have any razors in this crazy place?" As Jennifer thought about her legs needing a shave she began to think back about the first time she shaved her legs. She was 13, and she really didn’t need it, but she was anxious to grow up. As the memory crossed her mind, her body began to change. Her leg hair began to shorten and lighten in color. Her bra straps began to fall off her shoulders as her breasts shrank from their small C cup to small buds on her chest. Her shrinking frame began to change and its feminine curves began to fade, making the change more apparent. Her sweat clothes became baggy, and her tank top nearly fell off thanks to the modifications she had done to it. Within about a minute 16 year old Jennifer had reverted to 13 year old Jenny. "No!" she cried in her now higher pitched voice. "These... bastards!" she said in her now much higher voice. Jenny stood up and walked over to the mirror. "Look at what you’ve done to me you pricks! I’m 13! You’re ruining me!!" She banged her fists against the mirror.

Ariana’s voice came over the intercom. "Well Jenny, looks like step 2 was very successful, I’m sorry you had to have it in the chamber of solitude. The men are coming to let you out now." As the door unlocked Jenny got ready and rushed past the 2 men as fast as she could. They managed to grab her shirt, ripping it off in the process, but she was determined these people were not going to steal any more years from her. Jenny took the now way too large bra off and threw it at them as she ran. They were gaining, but a quick maneuver around some corners managed to lose them. Jenny kept walking around trying to find some way out. There had to be an exit somewhere. Her now shorter stature made things look a little bigger as she was not quite as tall as she had been. Jenny continued walking and eventually came upon a large glass window. She snuck up to it and peered in from the corner. She quickly realized it was a 2 way mirror so she peered inside.

Inside the room was like a nursery at a hospital where they keep newborns. The room was filled with small plastic containers that babies are kept in, most of them filled with little naked babies, some of them older than others. Some of them even seemed to be premature, sitting inside large plastic isolation containers with the rubber gloves. Jenny watched as one of the supervisors in the candy stripe suits brought a girl of maybe 2 years old into the room. She held her up and talked to her for a moment. Right before Jenny’s eyes the 2 year old began to shrink and within seconds was a newborn baby. Jenny was horrified, was this what they had planned for her?? Jenny’s hesitation at the window gave the men time to catch up. The chase was on again.

Jenny darted around a corner and into a room. Fortunately for her the room was empty. Jenny heard the men as their footsteps trailed past the door. This room was some kind of laboratory. Viles of many colored liquids filled the room. Jenny was trying to read the labels on them when someone came in the room. Jenny quickly darted behind one of the counters. It was Ariana and someone else. They were talking. "The newest arrivals are going to be prepared as soon as they wake up. We normally do them as far back as they’re willing to accept on step 1, then as far back as their mind will carry them on step 2. This has been working well, but we need something to immediately remind them of infancy. The more they regress the more power we can harness from them. A 17 or 18 year old regressed beyond conception releases enough energy to give us enough power to blow up a small nation, if we could do that in one step, think of how much they would pay us for this, or even better, we could hold the world ransom with something like that! I’m going to have to carry a stronger dosage of the chemical, incase we capture that Jenny that’s running around here; we’ll need to make quick work of her. She’s quite a rebel." "How old is she now?" "I’m not sure, she was 13 when she escaped but running around like this may have reminded her of her youth, so she could be younger, 12 to 8 maybe." Jenny realized as they spoke that she had felt a little funny as she ran around. Looking down at her body she realized that she was now maybe 10 years old. The light hair on her legs was gone, and her sweat pants were now too baggy to be of much use. They had fallen down to her knees as she knelt behind the counter.

Jenny struggled to get the now useless sweat pants off as they had became nothing but a burden. As she did she slipped and fell down, making a small noise. This caught Ariana’s attention. "Jenny! How nice to finally see you." Ariana said with a smile as she came around the counter. Jenny grabbed the sweatpants and threw them in Ariana’s face. She then reached up and grabbed the closest chemical she could find on the counter and threw it at her. Ariana screamed in pain. She began to smoke where the chemical had hit her. The person with her stood back in horror; it was obvious this person was just a chemical scientist that didn’t seem to approve of what was going on. Ariana’s screams grew higher pitched and her height began to diminish as she quickly shrank. Within mere seconds there was a pile of clothes on the ground with seemingly no movement in it at all. Jenny didn’t really want to know what happened, nor did she care. She looked at the vile and grabbed several others like it. "YOU! Where’s the antidote to what’s happening to me?" The person nervously pointed to a blue liquid in a sealed vile on the counter. Jenny grabbed it and ran out the door.

Just as she left the room the 2 men that had been chasing her rounded a corner, spotting her, they ran towards her. Jenny readied the green chemical she had thrown on Ariana and tossed it at them as soon as they got close. Not as much got on them, but they too quickly faded into a pile of clothes. Jenny began to walk around more carefully. She had to get out, but at the same time she had to stop what was going on here. But how? How could one now little girl stop this big wheel from turning? Fortunately, although Jenny’s age physical had changed, her mind was as sharp as ever, she remembered her sophomore year of high school as a joke she slipped a chemical into the shampoo in the girl’s shower that made all the preppy girl’s hair dye react with it, turning their hair odd colors like green copper purple and the like. Jenny wouldn’t have minded the individuality, but to the preppy girls it was a death sentence to their popular perfect little lives. Jenny walked around the building for what seemed like hours, she was starting to get hungry and thought it was probably close to lunchtime. Fortunately for Jenny, she managed to find the kitchen.

Much to her surprise, the food was all being prepared by machines, so no one was there. Apparently this large controlling facility was only run by a few people. Why the captives never could figure out what "power in numbers" meant she would never know. She found a large bubbling pot of food, and without hesitation, poured the majority of the blue viles into it. The remaining one she drank herself. Jenny began to feel funny, she was expecting to start growing older again, but much to her surprise she began to grow younger. "NO!!" she screamed as she shrank down. 9,8,7 years old.

As she reached 7 the white cotton panties she had been hanging on to thanks to their very elastic waist became too small and fell to the floor. Jenny was now a naked 6 year old and still getting younger. As Jenny reached toddler age she was having trouble walking, but managed to spot a sign with her diminished stature that said "exit" relieved, she toddled towards the door. As she reached it she became too young to walk and had to crawl. Fortunately for her the door was not latched and opened with minimal effort. The naked baby Jenny found herself in a parking lot. The regression seemed to stop... thankfully. Baby Jenny did her best to crawl away from the parking lot; she could see the road ahead with cars passing through it.

Just as she approached the road a woman in a station wagon spotted the baby and slammed on the brakes to a stop. "Oh my what are you doing here little baby?" Jenny tried to talk but could only make noises. "You’re going to have to come with me" the lady said after looking around and seeing no one. The lady put baby Jenny in the car, she just happened to have an empty car seat. "I just dropped my baby off with her father, so it’s your lucky day." Jenny began to feel funny again as the woman talked, was she going to become younger?? She began to tear up in sadness at the thought. Much to her surprise however, the car seat began to feel tighter and tighter on her. Within seconds the seatbelt in it busted as she quickly aged. The woman was flabbergasted as the infant grew. 2,3,4,5 the little baby was quickly developing into a little girl.

Jenny continued to age. The woman had pulled over and was turned around in the seat, mouth agape as Jenny aged. 10,11,12,13 Jenny’s body began to enter puberty again. Jenny’s legs and crotch began to grow hair, light at first, then darkening as she grew older 14, 15, 16 Jennifer’s body hair was in full force as her curves began to reform themselves. Small nipples grew and enlarged into plump C cup breasts as she finally reached her former age of 17. "Um... can I have something to wear?" the embarassed 17 year old asked. "Um... sure theres some in that bag behind you, I was going to take them to goodwill." The woman said nervously.

Jennifer donned anything that would fit. "Thanks so much, sorry about your car seat." "Um...no.....no prob...Problem hon." Jennifer got out of the car, which sped away. Jennifer knew the lady would probably never tell anyone such a crazy story. Still, the fact that she had given the antidote to the children in the facility through their food made her feel good. Jennifer managed to flag down a trucker. Apparently they were in North Dakota, a far stretch from the small Indiana town she was raised in. "So, what are ya gonna do when ya get back to Indiana?" The trucker said. Jennifer looked at her long blonde hair and then at the remaining two viles of green chemical. "Oh, I dunno, maybe give my parents some reminders of their childhood memories."

Thanks for reading everyone!