THE REVERSION INDEX
So it continues. I must say I'm shocked at the few reads Chapter 1 got, compared to 12 things you should know about The Reversion, which was record-breaking.
Lets hope we can improve.
Text only version:
July 15 – 3:44 am
Wow. Just wow. What a few couple of hours we have just gone through. What would have sounded like a complete impossibility this morning has become the truth that will rule our lives from now on.
I wasn’t intending to continue thins account of my life since what used to be “my life” is now gone forever. Am I a different person now? It seems so, and yet I feel like I’m the same inside. I certainly remember everything of my old self as if I had been her just hours ago (which I was). And yet it’s as if I had skipped 14 years of my life.
In fact, what made me come back to this diary is that I can’t seem to sleep. I suppose nobody can around the world, and yet I bet they’re all as physically exhausted as I am.
So, maybe I should continue with this chronologically, as I used to do it?
I believe I left this when Ash… Mom called me to change (That seems like ages ago!)
Both Jane and I went to mom’s room where she was looking for large clothes for us to wear.
In the end, Jane put on a sleeveless cotton undershirt, while mom gave me one of her nighties with a matching robe over it. They hung on our thin frames, and should gave us a lot of space to grow. Mom even suggested to we should be prepared in case one of us ended up pregnant, which of course terrified us even more.
Dad came back from buying the evening newspaper, which had Underwood’s 12 Reversion effects printed in the front page. The event was just 15 minutes away.
The wait was uneasy. We turned on the TV in case there was new information, but all we could see were people making ready all over the world. Then, the signal wet out. The lights flickered.
At first we wear a distant bombing sound. Behind the windows, against the black sky, we saw the blue flashes flickering. We all felt, for a few seconds, a tickling in our bodies, and we all knew we had been radiated already. We looked nervously at each other, trying to spot who would manifest the changes first.
It was about 30 seconds until The Reversion selected the first victim in the household.
And it was me.
I’m trying to put in words what I felt just then, but it was something completely new, and I suppose the right word to describe it will have to be invented after today. I suppose I can say that my whole self was kind of vibrating. I guess it was generating new cells, making me much bigger than I was. I was conscious that everyone was looking at me, my mom sobbing a little and orbiting around me. I didn’t notice exactly when, but at some point I realized I had become taller than her. I think I had been too distracted by the filling up of the flesh, particularly in my legs and chest, which was now tightly encased in mom’s nightie.
It was suddenly over, and I remember standing still there, my eyes on my hands while mom said weakly “You look gorgeous, Barbara” and Jane exclaimed “I want to go next!” once and again. It was dad who first asked me how I felt.
I knew before I spoke that my voice would be different, but I still was shocked by it when I answered, with honesty, that I was feeling fine.
I went to the large bathroom to look at the mirror and my family followed me there. Indeed, I was facing a 25 years old version of myself.
With all my family around me, awaiting their own changes, I thought it would be selfish to focus too much of my attention on myself, so I decided to postpone it, with the exception of that short look at the mirror, until all of us were done. I was still shaking, so I sat on the sink, purposely avoiding my reflection.
We waited for about three more minutes, and nothing happened. Maybe not everyone would be affected after all? But I took a brief glance at the paper my father had brought and read aloud the part about not everyone changing at once. Some took up to 10 minutes.
And, indeed, my mother started regressing just then and there. She was only reentering her teens when my dad’s changes also began.
At lest, I thought, adults knew more or less what to expect, for they had really been 10 at some point in their lives, while the woman who had stared back at me from the mirror was a complete stranger.
I realized I was, at the moment, the only adult in the house. After dad was done, we only had to wait about 30 seconds for the maturation of Jane. I remember we were already out of the bathroom and in the kitchen because mom wanted water. I guess her changes were pretty similar to mine, but it’s much different watching them from the outside.
I could see her growing each second, her body filling out and her face metamorphosing. There was a moment when I grasped that her features had changed so much I could no longer recognize my sister in them, but that I was looking at a new person.
Her body was getting a lot bigger. In fact, the only thing getting shorter was her hair. Her breasts in particular, were growing so much that she grabbed them and let herself slip to the floor. When it was over, though, she was smiling.
She had become a few inches shorter than I had, but compared to her, I’m build like a toothpick. We have not spend enough time as adults for me to develop jealousy over cup sizes, but she seemed to have already developed her pride for her. She kept smirking while holding her chest, and her first words were to complain about how tight her shirt was, though she didn’t look actually bothered.
Mom told her that the reality wrap would give us better fitting clothes and was only a few minutes away.
Indeed, our clothes soon started transforming.
I lost my balance, for I had acquired very high heels in the process, and had to lean over the mirror for support.
My mother’s nightie, which I had been wearing, had changed into a tight and revealing blue dress. Even my nails were suddenly covered by polish.
Around us, a lot of our belongings were also transforming, changing positions or, in some cases, both. Jane’s small clothes were transforming in adult ones midair, while they floated from her room to our parents’. It was obvious she had gotten the master bedroom now.
Dad’s things moved into my room, while mom’s were now in mine. Which made me wonder, what had happened to my belongings?
The house suddenly finished changing, it seemed. So this is our new reality, and we still didn’t know exactly how it was.
I started to become preoccupied about my new place in life, but I thought maybe the guest’s room might have become mine. Looking at it, it was obvious that it was still a guest’s bedroom, judging how impersonal everything seemed. I noticed a big case on the bed, with carefully fitting clothing and other things that had to be mine. So am I now a guess in my own house? It appears so.
There was something on the case that made it undoubtedly mine: this diary. Strangely, it hasn’t changed at all. All my old entries are there, and the photos I’d put there are also unadulterated (some of the portraits in the living room have changed into pictures of this new reality).
I put the diary on the desk and found some keys in there. I didn’t recognize the Big Ben-shaped keychain, but the keys were undoubtedly those of my dad’s classic Mustang. Had I gotten his car?
As Jane also found the keys to mom’s Toyota in her room, I decided to investigate. I went out to try them out. There were some people out in the streets, all of them in the same obvious state of excitement that I was. I sat at the wheel. The seat was adjusted to my size, not dad’s, which was a further clue, and there was a purse in the back seat. I took it back into the house to examine its contents.
Now that I had more clothes to call my own, I decided to get rid of the small blue dress, which didn’t seem like the proper thing to be wearing at home at night, so I changed into a nightie of my own.
In the purse, I found my driver’s license, complete with a photo of my adult self and listing my age as 25. I have some cash too (and credit cards!), a small make-up kit, my old pen (which I thought had disappeared), and more keys. These are obviously my apartment’s keys, for I’ve found a direction in the city. This is very exciting. I can wait to visit it tomorrow.
We gathered into the living room again and conferred. The house is now Jane’s, and mom and dad are her children. I’ve been struggling to call them like that while writing, since they’re now for me Ashley and Jonas, and I’m their aunt. As much as I love them, I was glad Jane had become their mother. It seems to fit her better. Thought technically we’re both 25, she still looks to me like the older one, maybe because of her hairdo and huge breasts (she tells me her bras are labeled 36E)
It was while Jane discussed her new role as a single mother that I realized she had a wedding ring on her finger. She hadn’t noticed it before, and honestly she freaked out a bit.
This discovery had a further developing when Ashley found a family portrait of the adult Jane and a very good-looking albeit unknown man. Jane’s discomfort started to give way for excitement, and she confessed me she hoped she was married to Malcolm, though I didn’t see much resemblance between him and the man in the photo.
This is making me wonder if I’ve also have a husband (there’s no ring in my hand) or at least a boyfriend. So far I haven't found anything that suggests this, and honestly I’m quite relieved.
The bell rang and I thought it was strange, considering the hour and the circumstances everyone was going through in their respective homes. I opened the front door and found no other than the man from Jane’s picture.
I let him in, of course, and he explained us the situation, which was embarrassing for both him and Jane. His name is Thomas, and he was a 7 years old boy who lived a few houses away. His little sister is now the sole owner of their house, and apparently the single mother of their former parents. Unlike me, he hadn’t found anything belonging to him, not even in the guest’s room. He discovered, anyway, some evidence of being married to a woman name Jane Morton, and he had recognized that name as belonging to one of the girls in this house, which is why he came. Indeed, there is male clothing in Jane’s closet.
I could tell from Jane’s face that she is very disappointed at not being Malcolm’s wife, but there’s also a gleam of attraction to Thomas in her eyes. I don’t know since when I can recognize that. Likewise, Thomas has been staring at her body with a strange expression, and what bothers me the most is that he has also directed a few glances towards mine, which makes me regret having changed into the nightie. I can’t say I like him too much at this point, but this is now his house, not mine.
It was only about two hours ago that the TV signal finally got back. There’s a new President, one Shane Hopkins, and he addressed the nation with what I thought was a very good speech. It’s hard for all of us to become adults suddenly, but getting to be the President too has to be incredibly tough.
Jonas and Ashley were the first to be defeated by tiredness, and decided to go to sleep. There was an uncomfortable moment when they realized Jane and Thomas would be sharing a bed. They argued a little about that, suggesting he should sleep in the sofa, but they concluded that they wouldn’t be able to fight something as powerful as the reality wrap. The Reversion has decided those two are married and they’re now their children, and they’ll have to accept it. I feel strongly for them.
As I said, thought tired, I haven’t been able to sleep. I decided to record everything here to have something to do.
Over the last few pages, I’ve noticed that even my handwriting has changed. I don’t know how. It feels as if I were writing as I’ve always done it, but this is what come out.
My eyes are closing. It seems sleep has finally caught up with me.