She remains there standing in the kitchen, tears rolling down her soft cheeks now. Her big bright eyes look all around her now, she never once noticed that her kitchen was indeed massive but from her new perspective it would be as she is only a five year old, moving her small hands up she slides them out the sleeves of her massive top and rubs her eyes now trying to stop the tears flowing from them as she knows she is alone but crying is not going to help anything.

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Her head then sharply turns around as she can hear knocking from the front door as she moves and walks out of the kitchen and into the hallway as she stares down the corridor and looks at the banging door a small smile creeps onto her face, finally someone has came to help her, someone has came to stop this, she gently starts to walk to the front door but each step she continues to loose age, as she gets half way down the hallway she has dropped a full year and when she reaches the door she is no older than three now

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She had to stop walking now as her balance was off, walking was so hard for her so had to be careful but it clicks in her mind that she should be on her bum playing and messing around, she shacks her head and glances down at herself, the top hangs of her right side and she can see her belly, to her shock it sticks out a bit due to the baby fat now as she then looks at her arms and legs and to her shock they as well have baby fat on them, she then runs her smaller hands threw her hair to find that it is so short now, way to short, The cheeks on her face were getting lightly chubby as well, she looks so sweet and innocent now and she needs to end this now as she lightly jumps and grabs the handle pulling it down the door opens and she stands there and stares up at you with wide eyes
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He pulls off his helmet, it was easier to take off than it had ever been, his jacket was already slacking over his shoulders and slipping off him. He knocked again, more urgent this time, he had no idea how worse it had gotten since he had left the black mirror. Irritably throwing off his jacket it lands on the ground with a hard thud, his white top hangs off him as he suddenly stopped as the door opened, looking down at you and your three year old body.

He didn't have the words to tell her that it was ok, he knew that it wasn't, it was his fault, his intention that drove this to happen. He knelt in front of you, his body that of a young boy of twelve. His hair was shorter and still black but his features were softer, child-like, his nose adorning a few freckles.

He reaches out to touch your face but stops, the bandages from his burnt hand were falling off and falling onto the ground. His other hand moves as he grabs a hold of his jacket and places it back on as he does not want to leave it in the hallway, his hurt hand still hangs out to you as he just stares at you.
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The young girl just stands there and stares at the boy in front of her, she knows who it is and she is glad he is here with her, even due they have been fighting recently it is good to see he is here to maybe help her but she does not no why he is looking so young. She just watches as he moves his hand to her but stopping midway, she blinks her large cute round eyes as she stares at the mark on your hand as she then brings up her small hand to your own, her hand to small and not being able to grab on your full hand she simply just grabs onto the tips of a few of your fingers as she squeezes lightly and just stares at you

“Are…….you…….ok”

Her words are soft and almost silent the top she wears hang loosely of her left shoulder now almost slipping of, her balance is still a bit off but she manages to stand just to stare at you as she can feel the pain in her again as she knows she is going to grow younger now in a matter of seconds
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As soon as your hand goes to his he closes his eyes, regret flooding his body and mind. It didn't matter how much he could hate you, it was all wiped away when he saw you, especially now in your child-like body which was so innocent. When he opened them he watched as his own hand became smaller, like it was sinking into his body. The bones cracking and pulling back inwards and growing smaller, his skin become softer and signs of baby fat forming on his hands.

"I'm fine... it's not me that I'm worried about."

His words came in a slightly pained voice, realizing that his voice had become that of a young boy. Any muscles that he had had before this were all but gone, but it was in you that this transformation was so potent. Your hair was now wisps, almost like clouds of golden hair on your head. Soon you would loose the ability to speak... as would he at the rate he was going. He suddenly fell back in his boots, falling backwards and onto the ground his tiny feet would hang a bit out of the boots as he had just lost his balance. He slipped out of them, his legs and feet too small to fit in them any more. he crawled back over to you, his balance uneasy as the clothes he wore were very loose on him indeed, the shirt looked like he had grabbed five sizes too big for him and the skinny leg jeans now looked loose and baggy.

"I'm sorry... this is all my fault..."

He looked down, his hair receding so much that the flickers of hair no longer covered his young and childish face.
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She would just stand there as she stared into his eyes, just looking into them she can see that there was regret in them but also fear for what is happening to her is also happening to himself and that is something painful to see and watch. She does not feel much different except she knows she has lost more height again, her hair now way to short, it is just fine thin strands of hair on her head now nothing more nothing less, the long hair she loved so much wont be back for a very very long time.

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She still remanded standing as she watches you fall down, that and fall down in age to the tender age of three, herself no older than two now, but yet she still holds onto your hand not once letting it go as she uses all her energy to pull you up, they cant stay here at the front door, in her bedroom it is warm and safer and there is a house phone they can use to call for help, she gets you up and gently walks down the hallway walking slowly and carefully as when they both get to the room she would lose her balance and fall down onto her butt and just sit there as her top slides down threw her body and lies there in a pile around her. That fall would mark the last time she would be walking again for a long time.

At two she just sits there and looks up at the tall three year old, she dares not try to speak any more incase she cant she does not want to feel even more defeated and helpless than she already is, she just raises her hand and points to the phone at the bed, basically begging you to get it before its to late. Her eyes then trail off you as she once again looks down at herself, so small she is now but still a toddler she is, a lot of baby fat but not to much to signal she was one, she cant even see her feet as the top is around her lower body having fallen of her it has covered her waist and legs, she raises her head back up and looks at you and utters some soft words to you

“Wurry wall for welps now !”
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He follows you into the house, leaving his boots outside as his heavy motorbike leather jacket hung over his shoulders, swinging just above his feet as he walked and threatening to trip him over. His bare feet padded along the ground until you spoke. He was surprised, but not shocked by your voice as he had expected that with your body changing, your speaking would soon follow.

He nodded pressing his lips together in concentration then sticking out his tongue a little to the side he reached up to the phone, having to grab onto the bed covers for stability but the covers slipped and he fell onto his butt, the covers falling on top of him. He struggled out of them, having dropped another year on his life, now nothing more than a pudgy two year old.

He looked back at you, then up at the phone. He tried climbing it again, using his small feet to push himself up on the metal base rafters of the bed. He rolled onto the top of the bed and crawled over to the phone, reaching out onto the bed side table and pulling the phone off the hook. It dropped down and swung a few centimetres above the ground before, with a big fat finger, he began dialling.
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The little girl continues to sit there on her bare bottom, the top she had once wore lies around her in a messy pile hiding her lower body from sight. She is now nothing more than a one year old child sitting there basically swimming in a pile of clothes. Her eyes trail of and look over at you as you walk to the bed and then she would look away from you.

She would raise her tiny right hand up to her face and stare at it, she flexes the small fingers and moves them back and forth, wriggling them a little bit as she stares at them wide eye’d. as her hand then moves to her face as she gently touches her little chubby checks. She now realises that she had got what she asked from you, to be young and beautiful forever. She lightly turns her head to the side and she would stare at the mirror in her room, staring right at what she has become it was true, all she see’s is the most adorable little baby girl she has ever seen……..and it is her.

She now has a perfect view of what she has become, she stares at the tiny infant that is herself, the little baby sitting there with her small hand on her face, a top covering her lower body with her tiny right foot sticking out. She barely has no hair and that is what makes her so pissed of right now, not the fact that she will be like this forever but the fact she does not have great hair. Her eyes then look away from the mirror and to you with the phone as she opens her mouth to speak to you, little does she no with no teeth at all the ability to speak has left her long ago.

“Gah…………….go…………….gooo………..”