The Evil Dr. Meinclare

Chapter 3
Chapter 3

’Well, Mark’ The Dr began ’It looks like you’ve proven to be more stubborn than I ever imagined. I was hoping to be well on my way to ruling the world by now! Quite disappointing really. Well, let’s have a listen to the ~kids~’ he said as he turned on the external microphone and opened the curtain to the outside.

Katie and Genni made their way to the swingset where Stevie was playing. He looked questionly at the vaguely familiar pair as they they approached.

’HA! I’m ~big~ na na nana na!’ Katie teased.

’Katie? Is that you?’ he asked.

’Sure is! I’m bigger than you!’ she replied.

’WOW... I wanna be big too!’ he told her. ’Who’s that?’ he asked as he motioned toward Genni.

’Oh.... that’s Mommy.... we traded ages!’ Katie said.

’Wow...... I wonder if I could trade with Daddy? Hmmmmmmm So are you Mommy now?’

’Gee, I dunno..... I am big and all. Are you still mommy?’ Katie asked Genni.

Litte Genni shook her head from side to side ’Nuh huh.... I’m too little. You be mommy....K?’

’OK.... I’ll be a good mommy... I promise!’ Katie answered.

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Mark watched the whole exchange and couldn’t believe what Dr. Meinclare had been able to accomplish. Two thoughts ran through his mind. One: How could he allow this to happen to his family? Two: In order to stop it he could give the Dr the codes. But if he did that he would allow a lunatic like Dr Meinclare the key to his unbelievable plan! Mark was torn.

Genni and Stevie played happily and Katie did her best to be the mother figure. Of course her mind hadn’t changed and so she couldn’t help but join in on the fun. Mark saw no trace of the woman he had married... only a little girl carelessly playing with a little boy and a very immature ’adult’ woman.

’Mark, let me tell you some options I have. Before I ask you for the codes again I want you to have something to think about. Hear me out. When Damon comes back I doubt he’s interested in Genni anymore... but he might be interested in Katie if I don’t switch their ages back. That’s one thing. Now you already know a lot of what my device can do... but there just could be more. So think about that. I’ve not shown my hand just yet as I have hoped that I would not have to. I like slowly turning up the pressure...as you no doubt can tell. I’ll be a good world leader. A genius like me would be a perfect leader instead of the buffoons we get now! I’m patient though my patience does have boundaries! Now all these changes can’t be good for you or your family. Look at the point we’re at now. You’re wife has been regressed mentally and physically into a 6 year old. And from what we just saw and heard she is HAPPY to be there. I wonder what kind of lasting effects set in to a physically regressed brain? I see the kids are talking about something...let’s listen in’ Dr Meinclare said as he again opened the external mic.

’Ummmmm since Katie is mommy now then you’re my brother now!’ Genni was explaining to Stevie ’And Katie won’t hafta go to school no more but I will. That’s OK cuz I like school though!’

’Ahhhhhhhhhhhh A 6 year old mind and a 6 year old body..... sounds like she’s rationalizing things and getting comfortable with her new ’role’. I could probably just erase the old personality from the hard drive. I wonder how she will be thinking in a week? Or a month? Hmmmmmmmm And Katie... maybe I could do an overlay with her mother’s adult persona instead of erasing it from the system. And I haven’t even used Stevie yet at all. He seemed pretty interested in trading places with ~you~. So how about it? Have I proved to you that I’m too smart and you need to give me the codes?’ The Dr asked confidently.

’No, you haven’t. First, I don’t think that you’ll do any erasing because once there is no turning back then what reason will I have to give you the codes? Maybe I’m not as smart as you but I’m smart enough to know that you need bargaining power.’ Mark explained trying to bluff bravery but in reality he was afraid he was stalling the inevitable. If he stalled long enough maybe help would arrive but he could tell the Dr was losing patience.

’Mark, that might be true to a point. The fact is that YOU are putting yourself and your family through quite an ordeal. You’re only stalling. I know that. Perhaps you don’t believe that we are in risky territory but I must assure you that we are. I’m ready to assume my role as ruler and you are standing in the way. Perhaps another demonstration is in order!’ ’click’

Mark felt a tingle. ’Dammit.... what again? Are you gonna make me think like a child again? Back to the sandbox? A stupid teenager? That overlay thing you talked about....’ Mark noticed that he had no trouble retaining his adult memories. He kept arguing figuring something must be working for him. ’You’re a lunatic.... And now your damn invention isn’t working. So maybe you’re not so sma~rt’. His voiced cracked. Then he noticed the room seemed to be growing. Mark quickly realized he was getting younger. And younger! ’What are you doing to me?’ He asked in a child’s voice.

The Dr smiled. He was turning Mark into an infant. ’Mark, I’m making you a little baby but I’m leaving your adult mind intact. Of course being in such a tiny vessel you may quickly find out about side-effects! But you’re going to learn why you don’t make me angry! Of course you won’t be able to speak..... and I’d venture to say that with such intense regression your infant mind will have trouble with adult concepts and the like. We’ll see. I’ve never regressed a human being into such a small baby.’

Mark could hear the Dr talking and could still understand him. His vision was a bit blurry. His T-Shirt swamped him and he had no doubt that he was a helpless infant. Dr Meinclare called for Miss Holmes to come in and ’prepare’ the baby. Soon, he found himself being powdered and diapered. He tried to argue but his voice wouldn’t work. Even though he tried to complain all that happened was that he cried. He could kick some although it seemed more tied to his attempts to verbalize his complaints rather than his trying to actually kick at his captors. He now felt very scared and helpless. He wished he had given the Dr the codes. He even tried to tell him so but only gurgling sounds left his mouth. Miss Holmes held him against her breasts. He felt comfortable. She took him to another room where a crib had been readied for him. Above the crib was a shiny mobile. He hated when Miss Holmes put him down. His tiny arms reached for her and he cried while trying to get her to again hold him. In the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t be so dependent but under the circumstances he justed wanted to feel safe. Miss Holmes sang to him until he fell asleep. He woke up hours later in need of a change and Miss Holmes also brought a bottle to feed him. It felt strange to actually be drinking from the bottle but also very familiar.

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The next morning Mark awoke to the sound of female voices. He was still in his crib. He wondered how he got there because he knew he was really a big boy.

’Gosh, he’s, like, so ~tiny~’ a girl’s voice said. Mark had to concentrate to decipher what the words meant. His attention seemed to wander and focusing was hard. Plus, he didn’t really want to focus his thoughts anyway.

The female voice got closer. Mark looked up and saw blond hair streaming down into his crib. There was a young face with bright friendly eyes looking down at him.

’Hello, baby.’ The girl said ’Dr Meinclare made me, like, 17! Isn’t that cool?’ she said ’If you just, like, give him those stupid codes, he said we could be, like, whatever age we want and, like, leave, you know?

Mark wondered what the girl was saying. The words just seemed to run together. The girl’s face looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t think. It was Genni, now a teenager, but he didn’t recognize her. She reached into the crib and picked him up and nestled him against her breasts.

’Quit it’ she giggled as his tiny hands patted at her breasts.