Wrong Department, by Megs

Chapter 5
Chapter Five – The Gravity of Youth

Chapter Description: By Megs

Tina took off the remains of her red dress, draping it regretfully over the desk. Just a few hours ago she would have sold her mother’s soul to not be a thirteen-year old. Now she would do the same to stay that age. Next she pulled off the pink panties, ill-fitting as they were. These had been her panties when she was still a teenager, now they hung a little loose on her. As she inched them over here heels, a thought suddenly occurred to her. With slightly shaking hands she picked up the teenage panties and then pulled them on.

A few heartbeats passed, and then Tina noted her hips beginning to fill out ever so slightly. To her delight her breasts filled in a tad more, and she watched as her body returned to her sixteenth year. She pulled off the panties and laid them aside. Hope sprung afresh in her mind; she could easily hide these panties in her pockets, and when Woolson wasn’t looking slip them on and flee from his care. She could likely find something to wear at his place.

She paused at the thought. If she put on men’s clothing, would she become a... man? The idea nearly made her sick. She would have to figure something out, but being a near naked teenage girl was better than being stuck a helpless little girl! Finally, with a feeling of dread, Tina picked up the socks. They were hopelessly tiny, the kind of socks that make one wonder if their own feet were ever that small. She pulled them as wide as they could and laboured to get her feet in. The sock would only admit two of her toes, and as Tina worked to get the socks on her at all, she was ignorant to the changes beginning to pass over her... at first. Her breasts began once more to press back into her body, and as she reached fourteen she had the sock over two toes and was working to get a third in. Her legs began to shorten slightly, and the breasts retreated further inwards, flattening out until they were nothing but suggestions of swell to come. She got the third toe in and began to work on the last two as she drifted to ten years old. Her nipples turned soft and pink, and as Tina felt the sock was close enough to on, she grabbed the other.

Raising her leg, she pulled the sock much easier over most of her toes, and paused as she looked at her feet. It was thinner, smaller, and right in front of her eyes she could see the first sock (on her left foot) slowly seeming to become less tiny. Now eight, Tina slid off the chair and was unnerved by how tall things had become. She was certainly shorter than when she had been thirteen, and as she grabbed the t-shirt from the desk she noted how thin her arms had gotten. As she pulled the t-shirt over her head, she realized it was still too small to fit her. A tingling hit her mouth, and letting out a squeak of pain she felt her gums quiver as smoke seemed to drift out of her mouth. She felt her tongue touch bare, empty gum for a moment before teeth began to "grow" in. Confused, the situation being too strange for Tina to deduce her baby teeth had returned, Tina slipped to six years old.

Leaving the t-shirt hanging over the back of her head, Tina pulled down the overalls, suddenly conscious of how tall the desk was becoming. Where she had seen her waist level with the desk before, it was now at the base of her neck. She separated the child’s panties from the overalls and worked to pull them on, now noticing she could pull the socks tight over her increasingly small feet. The panties went up her legs, stretched tight, but as she worked them over her (now nonexistant) hips, the suddenly seemed to fit a little better. The t-shirt hung more loosely over her brow, and she pulled it down over her utterly flat chest. The four year old Tina noted the t-shirt didn’t extend past her belly-button. She pulled up the overalls, noting they were too small, but with a sudden shudder she felt them loosening up.

She glanced to her left. The desk was rising, to her lips, then her nose. The t-shirt drifted down to her belly button. She paused in her operation to don the overalls, mesmerized and horrified to witness the desk rise up passed her eyes and to the brow of her forehead. As Tina settled to the age of three, she swallowed hard. Without looking, she pulled the straps up over her shoulders, fastening them in the front. Her hands were so small, but they were in the right proportion with the rest of her body. She heard movement outside the door, and in a panic reached up and snatched down the teenage panties, stuffing them down the leg of her overalls. They were her last hope...

Woolson came through the door, his briefcase in his hand, and looked down at her. Tina was shocked at how huge he seemed to her; she was staring at his waist, a reality that filled her with no small amount of dread. Woolson reached down and took her hand and began to pull her along with him. Tina had to hustle to keep up, her much shorter legs only keeping pace with the adult because Woolson himself just wasn’t that tall. Out into the store the pair went, and through the rear door. Here Woolson locked the store and set the alarm system, then turned and looked down at her.

"I really should have just put the diapers on you, it would be a lot easier to just carry you," he complained. Tina took a step backwards, but Woolson just kept on walking, pulling her along with him. "I don’t have a car-seat, so you’re just going to have to sit in the back seat and stay quiet."

Woolson drove a BMW, used. Tina had to admit the seats were nice quality, but being in the BMW with her least favourite person in the world, and being a toddler to boot, took the fun out of it. The drive was boring; she couldn’t see much from her vantage point, just endless street lights. As they drove, Tina began to feel sleepy, and before she realized it she had fallen into a child-like slumber.

She awoke with a start, aware that she was being put down on something soft. She opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, and sat up. She was on a nice couch, with a big screen TV in sight. She must be at Woolson’s house, Tina reasoned. She heard the sound of sizzling coming from somewhere nearby, and the smell of peppers and chinese spices drifted into her nostrils. She was hungry quite suddenly. She sat up, reaching into her overalls to feel for the panties. They were still there. Tina slid off the couch, weirded out at the Alice-like feeling of being so short in a room obviously designed for people larger than herself.

She wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, seeing Woolson cooking away. To her amusement she noted the stepping stool in the corner; likely Woolson used it to reach tall shelves. He was dressed the same, not having changed since he got home, and evidently cooking up a stir fry. When he noticed her, he smiled.

"Are you hungry?" he inquired. Tina nodded, not knowing what to call him. Sir? Mr. Woolon? Daddy? The last jumped to her mind unbidden, and she dismissed it with revulsion. Woolson put down his cooking utensils, came over and picked her up, setting her down on the counter nearby where he was cooking.

Silence reigned for the next few minutes as Woolson went about making the meal. Once he finished the stir fry, he pushed out a small portion into a bowl and the rest onto a plate, then set both dishes down on the table. He pulled out a chair, then came over and picked up Tina, bringing her over to the table and setting her down in the chair. She had to sit on her knees just to reach the table. As she ate, Woolson seemed to ponder, idly picking at his food.

"Not much farther for you to go," he mused. "All we really have to do is wait for tomorrow and see how the spell works once the time is up."

Tina looked at him, wondering at his new conversational spirit. "Will you put me back before the spell wears off?" she meekly asked. The thought of being stuck like this was... terrifying. Woolson smiled, a kind but sly smile that made her skin crawl.

"Well, I did bring home a very nice, adult outfit for you to wear," he reported. He gestured to a bag sitting by the kitchen door. Without waiting, Tina slipped down and ran over to it. She opened the bag, her heart latching onto hope. What she found inside puzzled her. It was a matching bra and panties set, deep red and satin. Sexy lingerie. Woolson wanted her to dress in this... for him. She looked over her shoulder at him, noting his leering smile, the lust written across his eyes.

"You and I can do adult things tonight," he breathed, his lust painting his voice an uncomfortable tone. But she saw an opportunity where it presented itself. Woolson obviously wanted sex with her, and he was (fortunately) decent enough to want her to be the right age to do it. In all her experience, there was one thing men were terrible at doing after sex – staying awake.

"I’ll go get changed right away," she purred, aware of how ridiculous she must sound. She gathered up the lingerie and marched off, hunting for a bathroom or bedroom to get changed in. Her upcoming prostitution didn’t even bother her at the moment. Being so short, young and helpless was far worse a blow to her dignity than the degradation of letting Woolson use her body...

Now that she had a few minutes to look around, Tina examined Woolson’s home more thoroughly. It was a bungalow by the looks of it, with the kitchen adjoining the living room, and the bathroom and bedroom on the other side of the house. The bathroom was accessible by the living room and the bedroom. It was decorated with no feminine touch, but she did have to admit it was clean. The towels were white and tidy, the soap was plain and unscented, there was no grime in the tub at all. She paused for a good minute here, looking down at the lingerie in her hands. Putting this on would restore her to an adult. This would be enough for her to flee, even before Woolson tried to get his mitts on her body. She could rush out, through the living room and out the front door. Her mind worked. If Woolson was a creep (which was a given), he might have the door bolted and jammed; this would make getting out time consuming, and he could easily come at her with a diaper or something to render her helpless. He had threatened to do so once already, back at the store. Then she would be truly screwed. This had to be done flawlessly the first time, or it would never work.

The spell had been laid on her around nine in the morning (she presumed), which meant according to him all she had to do was survive as an adult until that time and she would stay as such. If she gave him the night of his life, he could likely be driven to fatigue and sleep. Then she could try and sneak out after, and hide somewhere until morning. Of course, he might slip something on her before he nods off. If only she could just kill him or something...

The dark thought came and went. She shook her head. She was no murderer. Even as agonizing as it was to be this size, this age, she couldn’t off Woolson for it. He was an evil warlock, sure, but she was hardly Buffy Summers. Beyond that, the thought of trying to kill him sent a shiver down her spine. She hated violence most of the time, and a life as a child was maddening, but not so life threatening that she couldn’t think. No. She would have to think her way out of this.

She smiled. Pulling out the teen panties, she glanced around the bathroom. She finally decided on hiding them beneath the sink, tucked away behind some cleaning supplies. Even if he did turn her back into a little girl when he was "done" with her, she could sneak in here afterwards, put on the panties, and sneak out at least somewhat restored. Heck, with the height of the teen, she could likely reach the lingerie if he just put it up high, counting on her youth to keep it out of reach. Then Tina began to slowly undress, shedding the garments of the child she was. The last to go was her tiny, girlish panties. She glanced down at her tiny body. No breasts, no hips. She was slightly pudgy with baby fat, a sign which made her alarmed. Had she been that chubby earlier?

She picked up the lingerie and stepped into it, hoping for the best.