Sometimes They Are Macabre

Chapter 4
Chapter 4

Chapter Description: The following chapter/part was originally written by Areg5 and was posted February 18, 2003. The chapter is presented exactly as it was first posted with the possible exception of corrections to errors found during the reposting of this chapter. Mom’s a teenager. Will her kids accept her? The story continues as Marcia introduces her teenage self to her children. Will she still be a parent figure…. Or will she need one herself?

The ARSA Continuous Story Feb 2003 Part 4 Areg5

“Who the hell are you and how did you get into our house?” Jennifer demanded.

“I can explain...” Marcia started. Could she really explain? Who would believe the explanation?

“I’m gonna call 911,” Kayla said, running over to the phone.

“No, please! Wait, Jen....please Kayla, I can explain,” Marcia managed out. She was starting to cry. How did she get herself into this mess?

“How do you know our names?” Jennifer asked. She was eyeing Marcia curiously. She thought she almost recognized her... should recognize her... but didn’t. “Well? You better tell me or we WILL call the cops.” Jennifer looked at Marcia with her arms folded.

“Listen, girls... this is going to be really hard for you to accept, but just hear me out. I know your names because I gave them to you. Well, your father helped too, of course. I know I don’t look like it, but I’m your mother,” Marcia said shakily. The teen just looked at her, dumbfounded. Then she walked over to Marcia and looked at her very closely, from head to toe. They were about the same height, and were eye-to-eye.

“You sorta look like mom but you can’t be her! She’s old!” Jennifer said.

“Really old,” added Kayla.

“I beg your pardon! I am not old!” Marcia snapped, regaining some of her adult composure. “I don’t mean now, but even when I was 39 I wasn’t OLD. I was an adult and in the prime of life,” she added.

“Kinda sounds like mom,” Kayla said.

“I know!” Marcia exclaimed. She ran to the closet and got out her high school yearbook. She turned to her page and showed it to the kids. “See? That’s me, right?” Marcia felt triumphant.

Jennifer looked from the picture to her mother. “Ohmygod! You’re not lying! It is you!” Jennifer said, and then looked at the picture. “Ha ha. Look at her hair, Kayla! Stayin Aliiiiiiiive! Ha ha.”

“It happened to be the style back then, I’ll have you know! We wore it bigger than you kids do now,” Marcia retorted.

“’You kids?’ You mean US kids now, don’t you mom?” Jennifer laughed, believing her at last. She hugged her mother and Marcia hugged her back, crying. “But you didn’t tell us how you got so young!”

“You hafta tell us, mom!” Kayla said excitedly. She had less trouble accepting her mother’s transformation than her big sister did. She was a kid after all, and kids more easily accept magical things when they are younger.

“Well, I went out for my morning run,” Marcia started.

“Your ?power walk’ mom,” Jennifer corrected her.

“Yeah, and it looks really dumb!” Kayla laughed.

“I stand corrected; anyway I was getting hot and tired... “ and with that, Marcia related the entire story to her daughters about her regression, and ended with her inability to get into her office because the security guard thought she was a kid. They nodded as she told her tale, understanding and accepting it entirely. “I didn’t know how I was going to tell you girls but at least that’s behind me. I still don’t know what I am going to tell your father, but since he knew me when I was a little older than I am now, at least he should believe me.” That was the hope anyway, Marcia thought.

“I believe you, mom... but it’s weird. I mean, you look like you could go to my school. You can’t be much older than I am,” Jennifer said. “It’s like... like I KNOW you’re my mom... but you don’t FEEL like my mom, do you know what I mean... Marcia?”

Now, usually when her daughters called her by her first name, Marcia would be amused and corrected them with something along the lines of ?A child shouldn’t call her parent by her first name.’ But as she started to say that, she looked at her... daughters. She KNEW that they were her daughters, but they didn’t FEEL like her daughters. What did they FEEL like now, Marcia asked herself. “I know what you mean, Jen. You don’t feel like my daughters anymore... you feel like my... my... younger sisters, ya know? You have to be my sisters, but I’m still the oldest, so I’m in charge,” Marcia said, wondering to herself what her husband would FEEL like now. She shuddered.

“Yeah well, you’re in charge until daddy gets home,” Jen responded.

“I’m sure daddy will back me up,” Marcia said, not even catching the slip. “I guess I’ll get out of my work clothes now. They don’t feel right anyway.” The girls nodded, and Marcia went up to her room. She took off her top and skirt and tossed them carelessly on the floor. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her now sexy figure. There were definite advantages to being younger, she thought. How can her husband NOT like being married to a hottie all of a sudden? She looked through her drawers but everything she found looked, well... old! Darn! When did she start being such a frump anyway? She thought for a moment and went to Jen’s room where she found her sister changing out of her school uniform.

“I need some help, Jen,” Marcia started. “Can I, uh... borrow something to wear? My old clothes just don’t feel right.”

“I can see that, Marcia! Except for your underwear, that is, huh?” And with that, Marcia looked down at the sexy bra and panties she had on. “You would never let me wear anything that sexy; you said it would make me look trashy.”

“Well, you are a little young for them,” Marcia said.

“But it’s okay for YOU to wear them? I don’t see any of the other girls at school wearing that kind of stuff,” Jen said.

“I don’t go to your school, Jen, and if you don’t want to help me... “ Marcia trailed off.

Jennifer smiled. “It’s not that, of course I’ll help you. We can trade. Look, if you want to wear some of my clothes, you can. What are sister’s for?” Jennifer asked, going to her dresser. She took out a pair of cotton panties and a sport bra, handing them to Marcia. “You can start with these. We’re about the same size now. You let me wear your stuff. And you can pick out whatever else you want.”

It sounded like a fair deal to Marcia, and what did she care if Jennifer wore her underwear anyway? Share and share alike. She took off the lacy bra and panties and gave them to Jennifer, and put on the cotton stuff. Hanes Her Way was more comfortable than Victoria’s Secret anyway. Jennifer put on the sexier stuff, and the two girls looked at each other. Marcia was a little taken aback. She knew that she was older than her little sister, but Jen definitely looked more mature in the sexier lingerie. It really wouldn’t be hard to confuse her for a girl in her twenties.

“I was wrong, Jen. That doesn’t make you look in the least bit trashy,” Marcia said.

“I feel like I did when I was little and played dress up,” Jennifer said, a little excitedly. “I’m gonna wear them on my date tonight, k?” she asked.

“Date? With who?” Marcia asked.

“You know, with Peter,” Jen responded. Jennifer had been seeing more and more of him lately.

“Well, sure, go ahead and wear them... as long as YOU are the only one who sees them, if you get my meaning!” Marcia warned.

“You know I’m a good girl! Now, pick out whatever you want from my stuff,” Jennifer said, looking at her sister. She looked like any average teenager, going through the closet. The sport bra flattened her out a little bit, giving her an even more youthful look. Marcia found a red plaid mini and a white top, a pretty conservative look. She checked herself in the mirror, arranging her hair and frowning.

“Darn hair,” she pouted.

“What’s the matter, not BIG enough for you?” Jennifer laughed, remembering the school photo.

“Well... no, it’s not, as a matter of fact!” Marcia laughed. “I just don’t know what to do with it,” she said, fixing it into a ponytail. That will have to suffice until she can get it restyled to suit her newfound youth.

“Wow! Marcia, you look great,’ Jennifer said. It was amazing how a change in clothing and a simple change in hairstyle could have such a dramatic effect on her former mother’s appearance. When she first saw her in adult clothing, Marcia clearly looked like a college student. Now she looked like she belonged in high school. Meanwhile, Jennifer picked out a pair of jeans and a pink top. They went downstairs to watch MTV.

“What’s for dinner, Marcia?” Kayla asked.

“How should I know? Let mom... “ Marcia started. Oh yea! SHE was the mom! Maybe not anymore but she was the one who had made dinner typically. Oh well, maybe Bill will have some ideas. The three girls laughed. They heard a car pull into the driveway.

“Looks like daddy’s home,” Kayla said. Marcia shivered with fear... and excitement

To be continued