As she slept, the chains of time began to shake her body. The rain was still pounding out the window of her room, washing away everything in its way. As she turned to look at the time, her neck cracked a little, as if rearranging itself. In fact, most of her body felt stiff and unwilling to cooperate.
Barely noticeable tingles of blood began to slowly flow in the opposite way to normal through her body. How long it would take her to find that her blood no longer pulsed in the same direction was uncertain as there was another change taking place, one that would grab and hold her attention more than microscopic cells could... her chest...
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She just lies there as she keeps her eyes lightly closed listening to the rainfall hit of against her bedroom window, the dripping sound also of the rain hitting her roof and then running down it and falling onto the grass can be heard, all this will draw her attention away from what is happening to her body, all of this will distract her from what is happening to herself.
As with each passing second the most strangest thing happens to her body that she fails to notice witch is very shocking indeed, time is basically reversing itself as her breasts basically deflate over the course of several minutes. The things she has grown for years and years have just went in reverse and are no more, and the most alarming thing about this is she is in a light sleep and has failed to even notice or acknowledge the lose of one of her most prized passions on her body.
As now they are gone smooth skin is what remains from her upper chest right down to her belly, her breasts no more gone they are to never return for a long long time, lost to time itself and its all thanks to her boyfriend, if this is the worst he can muster then he has done something most horrific to her
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The motorbike skided to a halt outside of his house, the rain had lightened up a little but it still didn't mean that he didn't get soaked on the motorbike on his way back. He tossed the keys on the kitchen table and went into his room. Turning on the light he dropped his bag and hung up his wet jacket and Kevlar pants. It wasn't until he started to undo his motorbike boots, that look a lot like motocross boots, that he saw your picture. He frowned a little in confusion, something was different. As he picked it up he started laughing, your chest was as flat as your stomach. He hadn't expected it to work this quickly, let alone chip off sections of your body like it was a chew toy. Sticking it back up on the wall he became in a happier mood but something just hit him and he looked back at the photo.
"Why hasn't she noticed? She would have called me if she did, even if just to blame me." He said to himself a little confused, "Maybe it didn't work on her, just on the picture."
Moving over to the black mirror, he took the sheet that was covering half of it off and dropped it on the floor. He looked straight into the blackness, suddenly everything started moving and changing, the blackness no longer was dark as it provided a window into your life. He could not have done this without having to curse you first, otherwise it wouldn't have work. He kept his eyes on you, you were indeed flat chested, your face softer than normal, and your hair... was it possible... shorter than usual. He dismissed this last thought almost immediately, he knew how girls liked to cut their hair and change their appearance on a daily basis.
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She just lies there in her bed not knowing what is happening to her body, her features getting softer by the second, her body growing smaller and her hair reseeding back into her head. She twists and turns lightly on the bed as she then sits up, her eyes are closed and her hair covers her face. She just brings her hands up to her face that are indeed a lot smaller and thinner than before, the rings she wears on her fingers are now extremely comically loose on her now. Her hands go to her face as she moves her hair, brushing it to the side and pinning it behind her ears, the hands now go to her face once more as she rubs her eyes and then opens lightly and blinks and looks around the room from the bed that she sits up in.
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Her arms fling back behind her head as she stretches out now, the blankets being kicked out as well down past her knees, her eyes remains opening just barely as she is extremely tired, she moves and claims out of bed and now stands bare footed on the cold floor, her sleeping clothes are extremely loose on her but she fails to notice it as she basically staggers to the kitchen now to make herself a cup of coffee to wake herself fully up
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As you stretch, the sounds of your bone cracking can be heard, only it sounds more like a snapping. Standing up, your height had been slightly diminished. Your once tall and elegant woman form was now just tall and thin. There was one good thing that came out of this... and it was your eyes. They looked bigger, more full than before.
And still, you did not realize that you were being watched, viewed from a dark mirror that didn't reflect ones self, but their desires. He watched you get out of bed, he wasn't sure that your tiredness was an after affect of the curse. He smirked as you went for the coffee. He wanted to see your reaction to the diminishing form of your body... he wanted to see if you realized that it was his doing.
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She would stand there in the hallway as she stares tiredly at the kitchen, the door already open allowing her to easily walk in, with a light yawn she moves on forward a few steps and stops once more to stretch her arms again, for some odd reason they don’t feel right, her muscles hurt and are causing her some annoying pain, as what once slept in the bed, a fully developed woman is no more as now what stands in the hallway is a girl at the age of fifteen , standing there in what you could only say is a girl wearing her mothers pyjamas.
She moves and walks once more, the trousers now cover her bare feet as she shuffles along into the kitchen as she yawns once more as she enters it, normally she would of worn her slippers when going into the kitchen but her mind says no for some odd reason her feet are already protected from the coldness of the tiles, she fails just to simply notices that her loose trousers are way to big for her new small form
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He tilts his head. "You've got to be kidding... she still hasn't noticed..." He was beginning to get frustrated at waiting but he couldn't very well visit you... not after their last departure. He frowned and sunk into a chair then perked up as he saw the colour of your hair slowly start to change to one flecked with gold which was no doubt your original hair colour. He smirked, "I've attacked almost every part of her that made her who she is... except her personality...
His attention was diverted when a sharp pain coursed through his hand where the burn was. He winced and undid the bandages, looking at the burn. At first he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but they weren't, his burn had indeed become larger, crawling up his arm like a spider web. He stared at it for long moments before pulling out a black book with no writing on it and looking old as time, the binder was fraying, the pages split and turning a tea colour but this did not bother him. Flicking through the pages he found the sentence he was looking for:
"After effects: These vary as the subject of the curse is entirely up to the user. Depending on the strength and damage inflicted, the damaged section will continue to grow until..."
He shut the book in annoyance.
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She goes right to the fridge and opens the door and pulls out the cartoon of milk that is on the side shelf, holding it in her hand she then closes the door and moves to the counter table placing the milk down she flicks on the kettle and grabs a mug placing it also down on the counter she puts in one tea bag, when the kettle is done she pours the contents of it inside the cup, the steam of the water flies up and hits her in the face as she closes her eyes she wrinkles her nose lightly and then pours the milk into the cup and stirs it with a spoon, taking out the tea bag she throws it into the sink and then leans on the counter sipping gently at her drink.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm”
She moans in lightly pleasure as she has been so thirsty for a good drink in a long while, she starts to think things threw for a bit as a few more minutes pass she rolls her eyes, she knows that she has been a jerk lastly and even no they may be broken up its no reason she should act like a child to him trying to get her own way, her hand slides down to her side and into her trouser pocket as she grabs her mobile that she had placed in there when she got out of bed. The very young woman then types in the words I am sorry for last night and sends it to her ex hoping that she has not pissed him off to much.
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He dabbed some antiseptic cream onto the burn then begun bandaging it up. He didn't notice you make you tea or send the message. He suddenly jumped up in surprise as his phone buzzed and rung, telling him that he had a message. He dropped the antiseptic cream and bandages. Holding his injured hand up away from anything, he picked up the phone with his good hand and read the message.
"It's too late to be sorry for anything..." He murmurs to himself, his eyes returning to the dark mirror. "I've made a choice that hurts us both... but it's nothing compared to the words we said to each other when we broke up... and for such stupid reasons."
He texted back "So am I... but you don't know why... which is good. If you're happy then that's fine with me."
He bit his lip. He didn't believe that he'd actually be regretting what was happening to her... it was what she wanted after all.
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And with your latest text she right away opens her mobile and reads it, after she is done reading it she places the phone onto the counter as her eyes gaze around the room, with a light sigh now she takes a few steps forward her long sleeves now hiding her hands and tangling in the air now, when she moves she now trips over trousers that hang so lose on her and she lands on the ground with a hard thud.
“ouch………”
She says lightly as she lies there as her eyes open right up and she looks down at herself for the first time. She had a momentary snap of reality when she blinked her eyes several times, breathing heavily as beads of water rolled down her cheeks. Tears where escaping her eyes as the fall was indeed a painful one. She feels a little bit more pain as her bones crack again as she looks down at her arm to see a half empty sleeve. Her eyes go wide as she shacks her hand a bit, managing to get it out of the massive sleeve she would look at her small delicate hand now, with wide eyes she then looks down at her legs, her feet now where her knees used to be. She just sits there now looking at her small hand no older than five tops now, a small little girl sitting there in massive clothes, her top barely hanging onto her shoulder as she blinks a few more tiles, her eyes go down to her small feet hidden in the trousers as she wriggles her toes to see if this is really happening and yet she can feel the silk fabric of the trousers against her tiny toes
“WHAT THE FUCK !”
Her eyes go even more wider at her voice, she soft and low like a little girls, she blinks her eyes and then moves her hand down to her trouser leg and yanks it hard as she pulls it up to expose her right small foot, she just stares at it with wide eyes, she always prided herself on her small feet but this is just ay to much for her
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As he was bandaging his hand, he looked up just in time to see you trip over the clothing and fall to the ground. He jumped up in surprise, unconsciously wanting to help you up when he realized that he was only seeing you through the mirror. He bit down on his lip hard so much so that blood seeped from his lips, he didn't expect to see you cry.
His attention now was only focused on you and what you were doing. He knew what was happening to you, your blood was now rapidly flowing in the opposite direction, your heart was probably beating faster than normal, trying to cope with the radical change in your body.
His hands suddenly clenched tightly and he leant forward, his heart had almost jumping from his chest. He panted and looked up at the mirror, the shadow of his reflection was imprinted on the glass. He looked down at his hands, they looked younger and less rugged then before. His face was loosing it's colour... perhaps it was not death that would get to me, he thought.
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The young five year old sits there on the cold tiles in the kitchen, the tears lightly trickle down her face as she gently cries. A small bruise is on her head from where she feel and hit the ground that is what is causing her to cry and also the shock of seeing herself like this, her emotions all mixed up she can even feel her heart beat way to fast that it should be this to strikes fear into her as she does not no what to do.
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She just sits there and looks worried as she then shacks her head and then forces herself up into a standing position, her whole body is shacking in fear as her trousers right away slide of her and lei on the ground around her feet but not to worry now, her top now covers her right down to her small knees. She steps out the trousers and for the first time her tiny bare feet touch the cold ground and she jumps a little bit, her hands now in the long sleeves, she just stands there looking basically lost, she does not no what to do but she can feel this is not over, not by a long shot
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Thinking fast, he considered his options... he was regretting his decision, and now he had only moments to decide on a course of action. He slips on his motorbike boots, forgetting about the Kevlar pants and throwing his jacket over his shoulders. The image of you on the black mirror disappears as he leaves the room. He picked up his helmet and secures it on before walking out the front door and jumping on his motorbike. The rain has eased up, and the wind was blowing lightly but by no means deadly.
He raced from his house and across the road, realizing that the road was still slippery and that his haste would not get him any where. His heart pounded in his chest, it was unbearable but he kept a firm hold on the motorbike as he swerved it through the nearly empty streets. He saw your house not too far away, the roof of it always noticeable as it was the only fiery orange roof. He suddenly slowed down, his grip slackening on the throttle for he could not longer wrap his hands around the bars, his gloves getting in the way. He urged the motorbike further until he stopped on your lawn. He fell off the bike as it fell to the side but he was uninjured. He ran to your door and tried to open it but it was locked. He started knocking.