THE REVERSION - PART I (Chapter 3)

THE REVERSION INDEX 

The Reversion

by Planet

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

1:37 pm.

After such a long night, we all woke up very late. Jane was the first to be up, which is very unusual in her, and once I had washed, I found her in the kitchen preparing us all a late breakfast, which was still more unusual. I suppose she got those instincts now she’s a wife and a mother.

I helped her a bit and, slowly, we initiated a conversation. We were self-conscious of our new adulthood, and tried to avoid looking at each other for a while. She seemed a lot shyer than last night, when she was happy to show off her curves.

Thomas arrived a lot later, shirtless and with a grin. He touched my back as a greeting, and I was glad I was wearing a robe over my nightie this time. I looked away when he took Jane by the waist and kissed her.

The kids were the last to be up. We ate together and had our first family time with our new configuration. It was nice but very odd.

When we were done eating, I excused myself. I have a new life outside the house, and I need to know more about it.

The thing that excites me the most is having an apartment of my own, though living alone also sees kind of scary. Well, I have this key, so I’m planning on visiting my new home today.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. I’ve done it only a few times. I’m still not used to my new appearance, and I’m saving a proper examination until I’m alone in my apartment. Seems more private.

Still, much like Jane I suppose, I can’t help but smile at my reflection. I think I’ve grown up into quite a good-looking woman, and I guess that’s something to feel proud about. Maybe this new life will be a change for the best.

Again, without looking too much, I changed into something informal but that I could use in the street. I’ve picked up a comfortable loose blouse and short jeans. I don’t want to wear the high-heels I used last night. I’m quickly adapting to them, but I still lose my balance sometimes. The lowest shoes I had with me right now were boots.

Now I’m off to my apartment. I hope I don’t bump into Thomas while wearing these pants.

10:49 pm.

Driving was considerably easy, bearing in mind I’d never done it before, and didn’t even pay attention when my parents did it. I just sat there and it all came naturally to me.

It was quite empowering, controlling something as big as this car, and seeing you’re doing it very well without nobody teaching you.

Finding the address wasn’t a problem either. I never knew most of the names of the streets in the city, nor was my sense of direction very good, but I was able to find my way quite fast.

I was surprised because I didn’t arrive at a small apartment building, as I was imagining. Instead, my number belonged to what in the outside seemed like a beautiful and spacious house.

There is another car parked in front of the house. Though I don’t know much about cars, it’s obviously a newer, more expensive model than the Mustang I was driving.

At first, I entertained the idea that the second car signaled the presence of another person in the house. I hoped it was just a roommate and nothing more. But now that I’ve been inside, it seems clear there’s nobody else living here. Thus, it must simply mean I own two cars.

Both that fact and the state of the house tell me I’ve been doing quite well for myself in this reality.

My family was never poor, but we would not have been able to afford something like this. I wondered where that money came from. I probably had a profession.

I searched for an indication of what might that be, and quickly found a diploma in the wall.

The John Hopkins University

Upon recommendation of the Faculty of

Medicine

has conferred upon

Barbara Morton

the degree of

Doctor of Medicine

So I am a graduated surgeon. And a prominent one, according to what I’ve gathered up to this point.

Apparently, I’m the Director of the University of Washington Medical Center. At first I thought it didn’t make any sense, having someone so young in such a high position, but then I remembered that technically, there’s no one older than I am now.

This new world will surely be a messed-up one.

The fact that I have such great responsibilities now has made me make the decision that, no matter how unadapted I still am to my own situation, I will start working at the Medical Center tomorrow morning.

There might be some people out there who need me right now. I just hope my medical knowledge comes to me as easily as the driving did.

My wardrobe is full of professional and elegant clothes, and I thought at once that they would look beautiful in me.

This was the first time I really was alone, and I decided it was the perfect moment to get to know my new self. I stripped into my underwear and took a long look at my reflection.

I am a little on the skinny side, but I think I wear it well. I’m not trying to sound conceited, or anything, and I believe I’m an objective person. After all, I still feel like a stranger in this body. All I know is that when I look at that unknown woman in the mirror, I’m positive she’s gorgeous.

I’m still a little intimidated by my own size. I’m so tall and big that I feel as if I was inside a robotic exoskeleton, or something like that. I’m also not used at all at my strength, which has obviously increased.

Another thing is that this body, being larger, requires more food than my old one, and after a few hours I got very hungry. Luckily, I have some things in the fridge.

I don’t seem to have gained as much culinary expertise as Jane did, but I was able to do things in the kitchen I had never done before. I think I’m going to be able to live by myself after all.

I decided to ring my family before going to sleep, to know if they were faring as good as I was.

Ashley and Jonas are doing remarkably well, at least considering that most of what they’ve done in their lives has been pretty much erased. It was very sweet listening to their childish voices telling me they’re proud of me when I explained them my newest discoveries.

My conversation with Jane was far more shocking and awkward.

At first she seemed as shy and distraught as I had noticed her in the morning, and I had to really press her into talking before she finally confessed what had happened: last night, when we all went to our bedrooms, she and Thomas had sex. She started to regain her confidence, and explained to me how much they had enjoyed it and that I should try it.

I didn’t know if I had to scold her or pity her because her new hormones had taken over her reasoning, but in any case it’s clear I ‘m not ready to think of my sister as a fully adult woman, nor of myself as one either.

THE REVERSION - PART I (Chapter 2)

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.

The Reversion

by Planet

 

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

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.

THE REVERSION - PART I (Chapter 1)

THE REVERSION INDEX 

The Reversion

by Planet

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

PS: Again, I'll remind you that I put a lot of effort on these so that I can build a more complete universe. I know it might be a little harder to read than usual, with the handwritting and stuff, but that's the idea, and I would recommend you to try and do it in its original form.

I'm putting the text version here anyway, but it's mainly for translator purposes:

Chapter 1

July 14

Had a boring day at school today. Miss Kaif spent a lot of the class to explain that we shouldn’t go swimming for at least an hour after eating because we’ll drown, which I’ve read is not true. I know it’s a common misconception, but a Biology teacher should know better. I didn’t say anything because adults don’t like 11 years old students to tell them they’re wrong.

Maybe I will be a Biology teacher too when I grow up, because I like that a lot and I think I would be better than Miss Kaif. Also, if my students knew more than I do, I would let them say so. Or maybe you automatically stop listening to kids when you grow up? I hope I remember that when I grow so that I can test if its true.

Anyway, I saw Jane in the recess and she didn’t look very happy. I guess she’s all sad again because of that boy she likes in her class. I think she’s silly because of that, but she’s my sister and I love her and I want her to be happy, but I’ve never been sad because I like a boy. Still, she’s one year older than me, so maybe I’ll become like that also when I’m 12. I should remember to test that too next year. I’ll have lunch now.

Something very weird happened in the afternoon, and I’m scared, but I’ll write this in my diary because I shall complete my records in case I can’t write any more.

At first I was just talking with Jane. She didn’t talk at all at lunch, so I knew she was still sad about that boy. I went to her room and told her I knew what happened. I hope I didn’t sound too direct, as my parents have tell me I sound some times.

Anyway, Jane didn’t want to say anything at first, but then she confessed she had a crush on that boy. His name is Malcolm, by the way. I already knew about the crush, but not his name, so at least my research had results.

I don’t know much about boys, because I’m too young, but I think she should just start speaking with him instead of going all shy around him, which isn’t like Jane. She’s usually very outgoing.

She told me she wanted to speak with him, but she was too shy, because a stupid girl from his class named Clara told Jane she’s ugly and that Malcolm wouldn’t like her.

That’s very idiotic, because I believe Jane is the prettiest girl in her class, and that Clara is actually envious of her.

But I think I know what Clara means. Me and Jane are small for our age, and other girls in our class are starting to grow up. I can wait, but Jane is a little jealous.

Anyway, I told her I hope we would get bigger than Clara and her friends when we grow up so that they can shut up and Jane felt better and laughed a little.

It’s ironic we were talking about that, because that was the moment our parents entered to tell us about The Reversion

When I saw their faces, I knew something bad had happened. It was just like when they told us grandpa had died. They seemed about to cry but at the same time tried to remain calm so that we didn’t get too scared.

It must be difficult being an adult, because you have to be strong so that your children also are.

Dad wanted us to go into the living room. He was very serious. Then they told us that the President had just spoken on television and had said The Reversion would happen. He tried to explain it to us and we didn’t understand it very well, while mom was searching in her laptop. She found a website of 12 things that would happen because of The Reversion, which had already happened on an island.

Supposedly, our parents would become children and we were going to grow up. The lady who had written the website had been a little girl, even younger than me, and she was now adult. She said we would become her same age, 25, which is 14 years older than I am now.

Our parents started making telephone calls, which is apparently very difficult. Jane is very excited because now she’ll grow without waiting. She says she will marry Malcolm when she’s a woman and he is a man.

I suppose I am also excited, because being an adult must be better than being a kid, but I’m also scared. What if I get older than they said or something?

Mom told us to put in order everything that’s necessary. For me, that mostly consists in finishing up this diary. In fact, I also had to do some homework for tomorrow, but I guess that’s now pointless, since I’m not going to be a schoolgirl any more.

It’s weird, because with everything that’s going on, I feel guilty about skipping homework. But it’s the first time I’ve ever done it. I don’t like to brag, but I think I’m very responsible. I want to have a good future, so I study as much as I can.

But I think that’s also pointless now, since they say The Reversion will give me a career anyway. I hope it’s something I like. What if I end up being a cleaning lady?

I won’t complain in any case, because my dad always says all work is honorable, though he’s always speaking badly of politicians.

What if I become a politician?! :(

And what if I become too fat, or too ugly?

People usually say I’m a cute girl, and I think Jane is prettier, but now I think I might miss my face. And there will also be other changes, not just my face.

The Reversion is just half an hour away. Mom is calling us. She wants us to be together and to dress rightly for the transformation.

So, this is the end of my diary. Got to go.