Though a long process, it was very fun to write this story and collaborate with both BLZBub and Ageiss. I want to thank to both of them.
Prologue and Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
New Year's Expectations
by Ageiss, BLZBub and Planet
EPILOGUE
“Oh, my God, Genevieve, is that
really you? You got so big!” said Marianne, her hand over her mouth.
She had just returned from
Australia to Carrie’s house, and had just met her other sister Genevive as an
adult for the first time, waiting for her before the fireplace. It was shocking
enough for Marianne seeing her as a 31-years-old, but what really surprised her
was the size of her pregnant belly.
“It’s so good to see you,
Marianne!” said the blonde hugging her sister. “Yeah, can you believe I’m about
to become a mother? A pity you had to see me like this for the first time,
though. I look all swollen.”
“I think you’re gorgeous anyway,”
said Marianne. “Wow, there’s really a baby in there!”
The three sisters sat together
for the first time in almost seven months… Or twenty years, rather.
“I’m so, so glad to be with you
again,” commented Marianne. “You can’t imagine how lonely I got all that time
in Australia, believing I was the only one.”
“We got you now,” said Carrie.
“We’ll always be together from now on.”
“I’m sorry I missed all that
happened to you two,” commented Marianne, then she turned to Genevieve. “Carrie
told me about you and Lance. I’m also sorry that didn’t work out.”
“Yeah, so am I, but life goes on.
What about you? Were you involved with someone?”
“I had a boyfriend,” admitted
Marianne. “But we had broken up just before I was transported here.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” said
Genevieve. “As much as I’m hurt by what happened, I’m glad I got to see life as
a married woman. You two missed it.”
“Oh, yeah, Carrie was telling me
she has two ex-husbands!”
“I think I’m actually glad I
missed that,” reflected Carrie. “For what I can remember, they weren’t
particularly happy marriages.”
The redhead laughed and Marianne
was somewhat surprised by her eldest sister’s behavior.
“You seem to be taking your
divorces really well,” she commented.
“Oh, yes, Carrie has taken all of
this quite well,” intervened Genevieve. “I believe she’s quite happy with her
life. I even think she might want to stay here forever.”
But Carrie was shaking her head.
“You’ve misunderstood me. I’m not
happy I got to miss twenty years of my life. Look at me, I’m almost middle
aged. I just don’t think I can do anything to go back, so I’m doing my best to enjoy
my stay here. But I would give anything to return and relieve my lost
childhood, to be a teenager eventually… to grow into an adult and do all these
things for real, without the mistakes, and not
miss the best years of my life.”
She took a small sip from the
drink she had just poured herself.
“But what I want the most is to
be with you, and if we’re all here, then I’m happy I’m staying.”
Indeed, the three of them kept
living together for the next four months.
Marianne found a new job at
Carrie’s company, and both of them took turns to look after Genevieve, who was
having quite an extenuating pregnancy. Marianne in particular was trying to
keep her sister in shape through a routine she knew for prenatal women.
“I can’t, I’m too fat right now,”
complained Genevieve during their latest session. “This is impossible.”
“Anyone can do anything with the
right dosage of effort,” Marianne told her.
“Oh, yeah, well, this can’t be done.”
“A bet, then. If I can touch the
ceiling with my back, then you give me your word you’ll keep trying.”
“Okay.”
Marianne smiled deviously as she
planted her hand on a wall while she pressed her shoes against the opposite
one. Then, she climbed the corridor upwards effortlessly, until her backside
moved towards the ceiling.
“See?” she asked, pleased.
“Okay, you beat me,” agreed
Genevieve looking at her sister with disbelief. “Your butt and belly are
rock-hard, though. I’m so jealous. Mine will probably be flabby forever.”
“I swear I’ll help you make them
firm again,” said Marianne.
Indeed, after a few minutes of
effort, Genevieve was able to bend in the right position.
It was a few weeks later that
Carrie woke up with the feeling there was something important to do.
“Oh, my God, Genevieve is due for
today!” she realized after shaking off her grogginess, quickly throwing some
clothes over her underwear.
Despite all, Genevieve felt
remarkably well that day. She walked on her own all the time, until she was
ready to be admitted at the hospital. Both her sisters wished her luck as they
rubbed the bump that hid their future nephew or niece (they had all wished to
keep the baby’s gender secret until birth).
But after a few hours, and though
she had all the right contractions, Genevieve still wasn’t ready for labour.
“The doctors said it could happen
any minute now, but I still haven’t dilated enough,” she informed her sisters
when they entered her room and sat beside her.
Suddenly, Genevieve started
crying.
“Are you in pain?” asked a worried
Carrie.
“Well… of course. But it’s not that. It’s just… today was my last chance.”
“Your last chance for what?”
Marianne wasn’t sure what her sister meant.
“To go back without feeling
guilty. After my child is born… I don’t think I’ll be able to endure going
back. But that’s what I want. I also long to live all those lost years. But if
I become a mother, then…”
She kept weeping, and Carrie and
Marianne joined her silently.
“I also wish we could go back
now, before it’s too late,” whispered Marianne.
Just then, they all gasped when a
clock chimed 12pm. They turned to see a wooden grandfather clock against the
wall of the comfy room.
“That clock… It looks familiar,”
said Carrie studying it for the first time.
“Looks just like the one Mom and
Dad used to have in their living room,” remembered Marianne.
“That could very well be the same
one, since Mom told me they had donated a few of their old things to the
hospital,” commented Genevieve, then she clutched her groin. “Oh, my God, I
think it’s time! The baby is almost here!”
They all looked away from the
clock, which just then chimed for the twelfth and last time, as all three girls
felt pressure building inside them and everything exploded in white light.
Marianne closed her eyes to
shield them from the blinding flash, and she kept them shut for a while.
Yet, she could tell something had
changed abruptly. She was still sitting, but the sensations were very
different. She had gotten very used to her large and firm buttocks over the
last few months, but suddenly they felt small and scrawny.
She opened her eyes and gulped.
She was at her old room… the one she had when she was a little girl, before the
time jump. She quickly looked down at herself. Everything was just as she
expected. She was 7 again, a bit too big for her age as always, and wearing one
of her usual girly clothes.
Marianne was sitting in front of
her old mirror, and she stared intently at her reflection. Wow, she looked
young and cute. She was suddenly hit about how much her features had changed
when she had transformed into a 27-years-old. It would take her a while to get
used to this face again.
She looked around lovingly at her
old toys and things and couldn’t help but smile widely. She was back.
Genevieve immediately knew
something was off. She was suddenly standing, no longer resting over the
hospital bed. But what really hit her senses was the lack of weight on her abdomen.
Her hands traveled there and she
gasped when she realized her belly was flat, and they traveled up to discover
the flatness was apparent upwards too. Her milk-filled breasts had deflated into
nothing. She was a 10-years-old again.
She felt light as a feather. She
wasn’t pregnant anymore, and in fact, her body was currently incapable of
having children. It felt as if she had lost something precious to her, but she
knew, deep down, that her time to be a mother wasn’t due yet. She smiled.
Carrie, meanwhile had also
noticed her body felt much more energetic than it had been for a while. It
didn’t took her long to discover she too was back to being 14. And like her
younger sisters, the redhead also smiled, happy to have returned to her proper
time and place.
All three of them found each
other in the corridor of their parents’ house and they shrieked together “We’re
back!”, and they then proceeded to hug each other and laugh, still unused to
their childish voices.
“We’re kids!” a happy Marianne
yelled, “We’re no longer women!”
“Don’t scream! Remember, we live
with our parents again. They could be here and hear us!” warned Carrie.
“I know, this is just so great!”
continued Marianne, then she glanced at Genevieve sadly. “I’m sorry you couldn’t
have your child. You didn’t even know if it was a girl or a boy.”
“I prefer it that way,” said
Genevieve, a bit more serious but still smiling. “I know whoever my child was,
I will have it again eventually. When the time is right.”
“Speaking about time,” said
Carrie, pointing at the calendar on the wall. “Did you see what day is today?
January 1st. 1996! We were gone for just a few hours!”
The three of them stood in there
for a while, still looking down at themselves.
“I had forgotten how small I was,”
commented Carrie.
“And I’m so skinny,” complained
Marianne. “I can’t wait to be able to hit the gym and build my body again. I
guess it’ll take a while for us to get used to be kids again.”
“At least you were never
pregnant,” nodded Genevieve. “I got to experience everything about being a
grown woman.”
“Yeah, you’re not even a virgin
anymore, VV,” recalled Carrie.
Genevieve blushed intensely.
“Well, that’s only somewhat true.
I was a married grown woman then. I’m a little girl now, and though I remember
having done all those things with Lance, the details are kind of blurred. I
reckon those memories won’t fully come back until I’m the proper age again.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,”
said Carrie. “I’m also having trouble trying to picture the more adult facts
about that life. Still, I remember mostly everything.”
“Me too,” agreed Marianne. “I
believe those months were lessons. Maybe we were given those experiences to
learn about ourselves so that we can build a better life now.”
20 years later
And build a better life they did.
After spending almost a year as
adults, growing up was a piece of cake for the three sisters. Everyone was
surprised about how mature they were, but then again, they had kept most of all
the knowledge they had acquired after the first time skip.
Carrie, for instance, had
retained her nose for business, and from an early age she had started making
profit. Now, by the time she had grown back to 34, she didn’t just have a swimsuit
brand, but a global clothing company that was among the most successful
international corporations.
She hadn’t spent any time in
marrying into fame as she had done in her lost life, and had indeed made a name
for herself all on her own. Actually, after a couple short-lived relationships,
she had decided marriage was not for her.
Genevieve had gone back to being
a successful theater actress at first, then jumped to the big screen this time
around. Her career had advanced a lot since she hadn't become too besotted to
the point of becoming distracted from the rest of her life. Actually, she had
never even pursued a romantic relationship with Lance. They were still good
friends in this life, but she had learned in the previous one that they loved
each other deeply but maybe a bit unhealthily, and she didn't want that for
each other again. She had gone on to marry another man, maybe a bit less
passionate, but much more centered than Lance.
The really happy event for her
had happened recently, when she delivered a girl on the same day she was due in
the previous timeline.
Marianne was still very much into
fitness, and her body had again developed as impressively as before, but what
had grown the most for her was her maturity.
This time, she hadn’t dismissed
family values, nor had she eluded responsibilities. So this time, her life had
become much less taxing. She had graduated from college and had a steady job
which could support her quite well. And though she still loved to go to the
gym, the only person she had to train now was herself. She had recently become
engaged, and at 27, she didn’t feel like she should have rushed things either.
Growing up again had been a weird
experience for all of them, though. Regaining their grown bodies, which they
knew exactly how would look, not to mention recapturing their missing behaviors
and needs had been strange indeed. Equally odd had been living without the
future commodities they had grown accustomed to. They had spent their teenage years
wishing they could have a smartphone, but the thing wouldn’t be invented for a
few years. And they had also learnt about many historical events that would
come to pass during their lifetimes.
And there was yet another thing
they had learned: they would never, ever again, wish for anything while
standing close to their parent’s old clock.
A fitting end to a great series.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteI particularly liked this whole story because of its use of before and after pictures, which have not been in other stories you've done recently. This doesn't affect my enjoyment of the story. Your shift from captions to more long form writing has come with more elaborate physical descriptions that make each story very enjoyable. But I also like envisioning what the progressed character looked like before the progression happened.
ReplyDeleteI know that can be difficult to put together, so I understand why it doesn't happen. Just wanted to express how much I like it when it does. I hope to see more of it in the future.
Looking forward immensely to your story about kids getting to grow up for a short time, whenever it gets posted.
~LM17
Thank you for your feedback! I appreciate it very, very much.
DeleteThere's two reasons why I sometimes don't put pictures of the younger forms. First, yes, as you say it's very difficult to put them together. Pictures of the before ages aren't as easy to come by, and having them match the looks of the final adult form is quite difficult. So when I have a story like Special Vitamins, which featured 12 transforming characters, it's simply unfeasible to match each one with their respective younger version. Same with something like The Graduation.
Then there's the most important reason: I don't really feel comfortable with featuring pictures of underage kids in here. While my content is relatively tame, and I don't really feature, nor do I enjoy, the kind of crude content other transformation blogs do, there's still some subjects which are definitely not kid-friendly.
So while I use pictures of the younger forms from time to time, I try not to do it on every story.
I think you're going to like my next story (Premature Maturation), then , since it features pictures of the previous forms of each characters, and it's also a long form tale which contains lengthy transformation processes with detailed descriptions. So both things for you there.
Hope that makes it up for the recent lack of pictures.