Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 4
To be Young at Heart

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (04/16): To be Young at Heart: A brief adventure at the office

A knock on her office door forced Margaret Simmons’ eyes away from her work. At first the distraction angered her, but looking at the clock she remembered the appointment she had made. "Come in." She called, the scowl never leaving her face.

Steve Banks entered with his usual confidence. The kind of thing Margaret hated in her employees. She preferred the cowering sort, who could be coaxed into a lot of overtime without pay. But Steve had never taken her threats seriously, so he was forced to take all the abuse she felt like dishing out.

"You wanted to speak with me Ms. Simmons?" He asked, almost sounding bored.

"Yes, I want to know why you are behind on the Bandis-X project."

"Ma’am, the Bandis project deadline is not for another two months. And I am confident it will be finished by that date."

Margaret shook her head irritated. "I believe we have had this discussion before Steve. Deadlines aren’t set so that people like you can lay around and not do anything until the last minute. They are created so that our employees know when we absolutely have to have the work finished. If it can be done sooner, it should be done sooner."

"I agree with you on that Ms. Simmons. However, in this case, I believe we are going to need all of the time to finish the job we can get. Unless of course we were to hire some more employees."

"Impossible! Perhaps if you aren’t competent enough to finish the job during working hours, you should consider putting in some overtime."

Steve just looked at her for a moment. She was nearing 44 but still looked great. Short brown hair, brown eyes, thin figure, large breasts...that could still be noticed even through the cold business-like blouse and jacket she was wearing. At least she still wore skirts though, even if they were a little too long to be in style. She was the type of person who had been born with everything. Brains, looks, money...all the ingredients for a spoiled brat. And now she was a supervisor at one of the largest scientific research corporations in America...and probably looking at a promotion in her near future.

"When I was hired here, I was told unpaid overtime would not be required." He finally answered, noticing his pause had only angered her further.

"That’s your problem Steve. You are completely inflexible. The type of person who can only hurt this company..."

"Are you firing me?" He asked.

His answer was only a smile and a nod.

He stood there for a moment, as if trying to decide something. Then finally he asked. "How would you like it if I could turn you into a thirteen year old, trapped in a grown woman’s body?"

Now she was pissed. That bastard had the nerve to threaten her! Standing up she retorted "How would you like it if I could take your job away? Oh wait. I can. Now get out!" She pointed at the door and screamed the last sentence.

"Alright have it your way." He said, pulling a small device that looked like a garage door opener out of his pocket. Pointing it at her he clicked the small button and ended it with saying. "You now have the mind of a thirteen year old. You want to act immature, be immature." With that he turned around and left, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh my gosh, that guy is so lame." Margie thought to herself as she sat back down. "What kind of a dumby does he think I am?"

Setting back into her work, Margie began flipping through the papers on her desk. It only took a moment before she stopped, staring at the scientific texts in confusion. None of this made any sense. Her stupid workers must be trying to get away with something again. Well, she would show them!

She looked towards the intercom system, but for some reason couldn’t remember which button to push to get her secretary. She fooled around with them for a bit, but eventually just decided it would be better to write a memo anyway.

Grabbing a pen, her long slender fingers now seemed very awkward. She fumbled with the thing, her long nails fouling her up further. She had been a bit of a late bloomer as a kid, and had not gotten into things like make-up and dresses until a year or two later.

She only managed to scribble a few illegible words before she took a good long look at her hands. They seemed so strange...so...so...old! Jumping to her feet she ran over to the small mirror she had hanging on the wall. She nearly fainted. She knew she was 44, she knew it...but her brain now only remembered her body as being thirteen.

"Oh my gosh, I’m old!" She said out loud, her head dropping and taking in the view below. Tugging at her jacket Margie let it fall to the floor, her blouse soon followed. "My boobs are huge!" She exclaimed, staring down at the large mounds of flesh contained by a black bra.

Kicking off the high-heels she had been wobbling on, Margie rolled her chair over to the mirror. It was only big enough to show a person’s face, and she had other things she wanted to get a gander at.

Standing up on the chair, she wobbled back and forth, trying to get this horribly awkward body to balance. She never thought to just pull the mirror off the wall...she was too frightened and too excited at the same time.

Struggling with the strap in the back she finally managed to free her breasts and see them in all their glory for what seemed like the first time. "I bet I could be in Playboy if I wanted to!" She said happily.

After a few minutes of posing she wanted to see more. Squirming out of her skirt and undies, she stared down at her crotch. "I can’t believe how much hair is down there." She commented in awe, not use to such a mature sight.

She bent over the back of the chair, standing on the seat, trying to get a look at her ass. But it just wasn’t high enough. Climbing off she walked around in a circle, looking back trying to get a good view but she wasn’t as flexible as she remembered. Eventually she found the device on the bottom of the chair and raised it up to a suitable height. Climbing back on she finally got to see it.

"My butt is so flabby!" She said disappointed. Actually for her age it was quite decent, but after the initial shock of being a woman wore off she began to see all the little imperfections that comes with age. "And my boobs are kind of sagging too."

Standing there on the carpet she began to cry. She was now much more emotional than she had been a few minutes ago. Why couldn’t she control them like she use to? "How did I get so old?" She moaned with despair. "Now I’ll never know what it’s like to kiss a boy."

Wandering over to her desk she left her prudish clothes behind. Longfully she began flipping through the pages of a magazine she had been looking at earlier. When she finally reached the picture she had been seeking she gave a long sigh. It was an advertisement for the movie "Titanic." She had paid little attention to it before, not understanding what people saw in it, but now she thought it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

"Oh Leo, I wish you were my boyfriend." She whispered to the cute guy in the picture. "What’s that? You want to dance? Why I’d love to!" Holding the magazine against her ample bosom she began dancing around the room, humming the theme from the movie.

A few minutes later she found herself looking down at the image on the page and saying "Yes Leo, I will marry you!" At which point she began kissing the picture’s lips. No tongue of course...it was the innocent kind of fantasy from her youth.

Her happiness was interrupted with the door swinging open. In a panic Margie dropped the magazine and tried to cover herself with her inadequate arms.

Her secretary was standing in the doorway, panting from running up several flights of stairs. The elevator had been out for a while now, and Ms. Simmons had never approved the money it would have taken to fix it. Taking in several long breaths she pointed at the intercom and gasped. "You have it sending to every speaker in the building!"

Margie was mortified. How could she have been so stupid! Now everyone at work knew her most secret fantasies about Leo and-- Suddenly her thoughts stopped. What secret fantasies? She had never even liked the kid before...but now she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was a teenage crush... "Oh my gosh! Steve!" She shrieked, grabbing whatever clothing she could and dashing past her secretary. She had to find him and make him change her back or she would be stuck with the mind of a ditzy lovesick teenager!