The Platform

Chapter 1
Anew

Chapter Description: Holly gets her wish

The Platform

Inspired by art works from BoJay

Click!

A spotlight popped on.

Holly couldn’t make out where she was. Her head was dizzy and she couldn’t remember much before she drifted off to sleep. Her bright green eyes swam wildly in their sockets, hoping to find a point to focus on, but there was nothing in the room. Just a dark blue circle of the floor about 10 feet from her illuminated only by one spotlight.

She shifted uneasily. For a moment of two she forgot her situation and adjusted her bra to fit more snugly. It was cold in there, wherever there was, and she regretted wearing a skirt. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in the comfort of her own bed.

Holly worked as a career scientist who studied in the Renewal of Animal Cells (RAC) department of her science corporation.

The spotlight began to pulsate slightly, dimming and brightening, illuminating the circle on the floor more and less in a rhythmic fashion

The RAC had been kind to her, but her pay was meager and she had barely enough money to pay the rent on her apartment. Her parents and brother had recently died and her wife cheated on her with another woman. It was tough enough to live a normal life. Being a lesbian was only extra work.

The light stopped pulsating.

Her whole life was falling apart piece by piece, ever so slowly. She wished that she could go back to a time where her life wasn’t consumed by work. Where she was able to do anything she wanted.

She felt as if she was floating. She looked down, hoping to see her shoes planted firmly on the ground, as she felt they were, but it was too dark in the room.

The RAC was working for the longest time on finding ways to strengthen animal cells by reversing the aging process. The last thing she could recall was sitting at her desk looking at the clock next to her many computer monitors. She was sitting in the darkness of her office looking through a 1-way glass at the very large chamber, empty save one spotlight in the ceiling. It was 1:47 in the morning. She had been there for two days with no sleep. She needed to complete this project soon to get her promotion. She was alone.

She finished the final calculations by 3:18 am. Her long midnight blue hair was matted to her face and neck. So far the tests had proved not successful on the test subjects: criminals and other unwanted beings. But this was the newest test. Holly’s mind was bursting. Her head was aching and she didn’t want to spend a minute more without this project being completed. She took off her lab coat and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard of her computer. The glass doors swung open and led into room where mechanical arms and hands were lined up above a conveyor belt. She lay down in the correct spot on the conveyor belt and the automated hands sprayed her with a variety of liquids to keep her body from going into shock during the process. Then the belt began to move and the sleeping gas she was sprayed with for a few moments kicked in and she remembered no more.

Now she was standing in a very dark room lit only by a spotlight from overhead. It was common for the test subject to not remember anything about RAC or the science project. Holly walked slowly to the spotlight and stepped into the light in the center of the room. What the hell IS this thing? She asked herself as she looked around into the darkness of the room around the ring where she stood.

But all of a sudden, just as Holly was about to try to leave the spotlight and find a way out of this mess, her body began to feel lighter. Her heart fluttered for a moment. Am I dreaming? She asked herself in amazement. She pinched herself and found that she was in fact awake. By now her body felt as if she was underwater or suspended in a gelatin mold, weightless. She looked down and saw with amazement and confusion that she was really suspended in mid air. Her feet were hovering nearly a foot from the ground. She tried to move and squirm. She was frightened. She had no idea how this was happening.

She wriggled in the air trying to get away, but it only threw her body into a spin as if she was rotating in outer space. She tried to scream for help but her voice was not working.

Suddenly the spinning stopped and she was floating in the air, still, and in the position as if she was leaning back in a reclining chair. She felt funny. Her skirt and skirt began to discolor. Her shirt, previously a heavy orange shade was now bright yellow, and her long purple skirt was not shorter and a lighter shade. Smaller and smaller they became, and Holly felt that her bra was now gone, vanished like a wisp of smoke. Still her clothes kept shrinking. Her shirt tore at her shoulders and crept down the front of her body while her now pink miniskirt peeked slowly up her hairless legs. The nearly white shirt she wore was fading, slipping down along her body and molding with the top of her skirt, her breasts were exposed now, and it was cold. Her nipples were hard and the pores of her legs were budding into goosebumps. Her skirt stopped short before her crotch and her shirt, nearly gone, one with her skirt, was only a small strap of cloth around her waist. Then it popped and disappeared into her skirt. Her shoes and socks were the only things unchanged.

Now the skirt pinched itself shut between her legs, closing the gap. The skirt was more like panties now. Its pale pink color was now sprouting with small designs, indistinguishable in their faintness. Then the skirt began to thicken, puffing out with more and more layers. The designs of her skirt became clearer, and looking down, Holly saw tiny pictures of bright pink teddy bears popping up all over her new garments. She shot her arm across her chest and slid one hands between her legs as if to cover herself from unseen eyes. Her “skirt” was now as thick as a pillow, and felt the same way too as Holly tried to close her legs in vain.

But then the weightless feeling suddenly stopped and she drifted slowly to the floor. Then out of the lit circle on the floor a light lit up and shone upwards casting a light on the spotlight from overhead. She sat hugging her knees her her head rested upon them.

Somehow she felt comfortable. She was no longer cold or upset, her mind and body felt rejuvenated. Her eyes widened with glee as she saw that through tiny holes in the floor, bubbles appeared and floated up in single file until they reached the ceiling above and popped quietly.

Holly giggled. Her mind was filling up with pleasant thoughts. She felt every nerve, every hair, every skin particle, and every nanometer of her body in utter bliss. Then her body began to shrink, and her new clothes with it. Her hair was shortening. Holly looked down and smiled as she saw her once firm breasts wriggle and pop back into her body and she giggled with joy. Then she fell back onto her heavily padded behind and sat with her legs spread out in front of her. Two tabs formed on the front of her “skirt” and they were held down by tapes. Her body kept shrinking and her feet became so small that they slipped out of her shoes with the entirety of her lower legs still lost in large socks. Her new outfit was as big as her own head. Her hands and feet became pudgier. Her stomach lost its hourglass shape and she sat back leaning on her tiny hands. Her tummy was now no longer slender and firm. She giggled.

Her feet then suddenly slipped from her socks.

The bubbles stopped. Her hair was very short. She smiled as she looked down and saw the teddy bears smiling back at her from her diaper. Her eyes, now large and glowing vibrant green, looked at her body and she smiled.

Then she remembered. She remembered her name, where she lived, her whole life, everything. She thought about how she always wanted to go back to a time where she could be irresponsible. Her bright eyes looked at the front of her diaper. She brought a hand to it and felt it. Holly felt her vagina being pressed through her diaper, and she smiled, knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about buying pads every again. She felt her chest. No breasts. No bras. She giggled in happiness.

But now what? There was nowhere to go. Nobody to care for her. She was stuck in a dark room with no way out.

As soon as she thought this, she felt hand around her pudgy baby stomach. In an instant she felt herself being whizzed up through the air with enormous hands around her underneath her armpits. Then the world around her became bright and colorful. Then she stopped going up. She was turned around by the large hands and she saw a familiar face looking back at her.

Jenny, her ex-wife, was looking back at her with motherly eyes.

“Now how did my little baby girl get down here on the floor?” she asked with a babyish tone of voice. There was no denying it. Jenny was beautiful, and Holly, now looking at her through a baby’s eyes, saw her as a goddess, beautiful and kind. Holly tried to talk to her, but all that came from her mouth was “Baba ga baa goo goo daa gaa!”

“Aww that’s ok baby, now let’s just get you back in your crib so you can go beddy bye.” said Jenny. As Jenny carried Holly over to her crib, Holly turned her head and looked around the room. It was no longer the dark room illuminated by a single light.

There were large teddy bears and fuzzy bunnies painted on the walls. Stuffed animals littered the sides of the rooms. The whole room was pink, bright and beautiful lit by a lamp with a teddy bear shade. The crib she was placed in was white with pink linings. The tall headboard had a picture of a baby teddy bear with a diaper sitting in amongst a sea of fluffy bunnies and baby toys.

Holly was placed down on her back in the crib. She looked up at the beautiful face staring down at her. The soft mattress in the crib was incredibly soft, the softest bed Holly had every slept in. Her mouth made baby coos and her muscles tightened and then relaxed. Jenny pulled the soft blankie over Holly until her head could be seen peeking out from underneath it. She giggled softly as she saw stuffed animals looking back at her from around her crib.

“Good night baby” Jenny said as she leaned over the bars of the crib and kissed Holly on the forehead. “You seem so happy. I hope you stay happy for a long time, no matter how old you get.” Then she turned and clicked the teddy bear light off, leaving only a lamb-shaped nightlight to dimly light the room. Then Jenny left the room and closed the door.

Holly snickered in her mind. She thought about how lucky she was to have been turned into a baby again. Holly smiled as she thought about how Jenny did not know what was going to happen.

Holly knew.

Holly knew that if the RAC program proved successful, the subject’s new youthful age would be permanent.