The Limo pulled up outside the private hanger having gained access through the special security gates. As the driver pulled up and began to unload the luggage, Mercedes Smith stepped out of her car. Clad in a cream colored dress and matching flats, she also wore a double breasted blue jacket to ward off the New York City chill. She shivered slightly putting her gloved hands to her sides and took in a quick look. “Make sure everything gets on board; are the pilots ready?” she asked.
From the other side of the limo, Emily Smith now came around “We’re not the only passengers this time; I’m told 4 other people will be on the flight”
“Ugh” Mercedes let out a long sigh as she looked up at her nanny “Why? Daddy knows I like it when we can fly alone!” the 9-year-old said.
“I know honey but your Dad wants to get everyone in one flight; it’s much more efficient that way” Emily explained to the spoiled little girl.
Emily Smith was not related to Mercedes; the only thing they had in common was their common last name. Emily was 23 and had been Mercedes nanny for the last 2 years. Emily was tall at 5’9” and looked the part of the young nanny as she was pretty, blonde haired, and blue eyed.
She wore black boots, black pants and a heavy green sweater underneath an olive green overcoat along with a matching hat. A cold wind blew over the wide open tarmac “At least we’ll be spending Christmas somewhere warm” Mercedes said as they headed into the hanger.
Emily smirked “That we will honey...the Cayman Islands await”
“Good morning ladies”
Emily smiled at the tall pilot who addressed them as they reached the private jet.
“Good morning Captain Gene” Mercedes said.
“It’s pleasure to be flying you again” the Captain said tipping his cap.
“Thanks” Emily said with a smile.
Captain Gene towered over the fairly tall woman as he was 6’6”. “We’ll get going just as soon as everyone arrives”
Mercedes was already up the stairs and chatting with the co-pilot; a petite woman named Naomi. Emily smiled as she moved past and began taking off her coat, gloves and hat.
Naomi wasn’t much taller than the 4’7” Mercedes. She always had a smile though which made her small brown eyes nearly disappear.
Emily helped Mercedes stow away her jacket. “What’s Angelica doing here?” Mercedes asked seeing the next passenger walking up.
“I’m not sure; maybe your Father is rewarding her for all her hard work with a vacation” Emily replied.
“Maybe he’s bringing her in because the local people don’t clean his house good enough” Mercedes shot back.
Angelica Santos was the housekeeper for the Smith family at their New York City Brownstone. A very efficient woman, she had worked for the family for the last 10 years and was just 32. She kept her jet black hair pulled back in an efficient bun at the base of her skull as she made her way through the hanger pulling just a simple suitcase.
She handed it off to a young man who was loading in the luggage and made her way into the plane. She smiled at both Emily and Mercedes who now looked out the window.
“Are you getting a vacation?” Emily asked.
Angelica smiled broadly and nodded “Yes, Mr. Smith offered me a chance to get a few days to relax”
“That was very nice of him” Emily said “You deserve it”
“Thank you” Angelica said.
“Who’s that?” Mercedes asked and both women looked out the windows.
“Oh that’s Molly McCormack...one of the cooperate lawyers” Angelica said.
Seeing the woman walking swiftly and with a determined look in her eyes; her black heels clacking away, her tight black skirt swishing, they could see she was all business. “Not a vacation for her from the looks of it” Emily said.
Molly was definitely not on vacation. She carried a briefcase with several very confidential and very important documents in it that needed signed immediately. She was not planning on staying on the Island very long; she was scheduled to return within an hour of landing to file the paperwork in Federal court first thing tomorrow morning.
She nodded at the other passengers but quickly made her way to one of the seats in the back. She took out a laptop and lowered her head.
“Oh...Jessica is coming up” Mercedes said seeing the small, plain woman coming up.
Jessica Henderson was one of her father’s personal assistants. She was short at just 5’1” with short brown hair and not many remarkable features. Just plain, but she was also one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet.
Just as she made her way up, Mercedes let out a pained sound followed by “No...why is SHE here?”
Emily looked up and saw her boss’ current girlfriend making her way across the hanger in a way only she could pull off.
Tiffany Harris strode her way towards the plane like she already owned it. Wearing 4-inch stiletto heels and a super tight black dress, her blonde hair extensions took her hair down over her fake boobs. Full makeup accentuated her high cheekbones, full plump lips and pert nose. Her eyebrows and lashes stood out over her big brown eyes.
“Well I’m sure your Dad wanted her to join him for the holidays” was all Emily could say.
Mercedes burrowed into her seat and refused to look at Tiffany as she came in talking way too loudly.
Captain Gene walked up and Naomi secured the door. A few minutes later, the jet engine engaged and they began to roll out.
“As you know we have a 4-hour flight ahead of us between JFK and Grand Cayman so sit back and relax” Captain Gene said in his deep voice “We have priority clearance and will be taking off in just a few minutes so please fasten your seatbelts until we reach our cruising altitude”
There was minimal small talk. Just a bit between Jessica and Molly about an issue they were both familiar with but nothing great. Emily read a book while Mercedes played a game on a tablet. Angelica watched out the window while Tiffany sipped a bottle of water.
They settled in for their flight, each lost in their thoughts.
Thoughts that quickly began to wander...
Mercedes looked around at the plane full of grown women. She had everything in the world handed to her; the only thing she didn’t have was patience and time. She looked at Emily and thought “If only I was an adult like her...”
Emily looked around at the opulence that she had been part of for two years now. She looked at the expensive clothes that the 9-year-old girl next to her wore and thought “That girl will never want for anything...if only I was in her place...growing up without a care in the world as the rich daughter...”
Angelica too looked around at the luxuries around her but that didn’t interest her. She looked at Molly and thought “I wish I could have gone to college. I could be in her position and be of importance; not just invisible...if only I could be like her...”
Molly was tense; so tense and high strung with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She looked to her left and saw Angelica in her plain clothes “Somedays I so want a simpler life...it’s not that I don’t want to work but what I wouldn’t give to just have structure to my hard work and no stress. Just work and go home, not work 100 hours a week and be so stressed out...I would be a housekeeper...”
Jessica, seated across from Tiffany caught a glimpse of her long legs and tight outfit. Her eyes lingered on her bouncing heeled foot. Jessica had a total crush on her boss “If only I could have caught his eye instead of this loser bimbo but that isn’t me at all...just plain Jess will never be like her but some days I have to think...what if...what if I did have the looks...I would be so much better to him than her”
Tiffany tried to not think. Thinking is not what she did but that’s not the way she wanted it to be. “If only Josh looked to me for more than my looks. He trusts and actually values the opinions of others but not mine...if only he took me seriously...”
As the plane flew over the Atlantic off the coast of Florida, Gene and Naomi saw a simmer out the front windshield. It was a perfectly sunny day and there was sun glare but this shimmer seemed different. It seemed isolated and higher up; directly in front of them. The instruments showed nothing wrong though and in a matter of seconds, they were upon it.
The lights flickered in the seating area. The instruments and altitude held steady though. All 6 passengers as well as the pilots looked out the windows in wonder. Everything around them outside the windows suddenly warped.
A low pitched hum hit at the same time, the windows clouded over as if in a dense fog.
Gene gripped the controls but the plane continued on a steady path. His hands began to shrink down much, much smaller.
Emily’s heart felt like it leapt up into her throat. She looked over at Mercedes who was staring back at her. An odd look in the young girl’s eyes scared Emily but even more frightening was the look of Mercedes face. As the two of them locked eyes, Mercedes face looked like it was changing; maturing somehow. Emily was not even aware that her feet lifted up off the ground and were now dangling above the ground, suddenly unable to reach the floor anymore.
Mercedes couldn’t look away. Everything suddenly felt like it was moving in slow motion and that included the fact that her Nanny now looked like she belonged in high school as a senior. No...maybe only a sophomore... Mercedes jaw just hung open as Emily looked more like she was barely in her teens.
Her eyes moved enough to see that it wasn’t just her face but rather her whole body was not only somehow getting smaller but also somehow getting younger. She simply looked tiny and vulnerable.
Mercedes took a deep breath and felt her clothes tight up against her body. She managed to look away from her nanny and down at herself as a sudden sensitivity and heaviness pulled at her chest.
Mercedes was shocked to discover that she was growing breasts. She gasped as they continued getting larger on her body and underneath a cream colored dress that should have ripped open but was instead growing along with her. The style of it changed from a child’s garment to an adult one that accepted and was built for curves.
She looked beyond her chest as she saw her legs stretching out before her. The hem of her dress came up to just over her knees which looked larger and fuller. She put up her left leg and foot. Her long calf now curved down to her ankle and a much larger foot still encased in a pair of cream colored flats all be it a pair that looked twice their original size.
Mercedes light brown hair darkened with age. As she travelled through her teens and into her early 20’s her face matured but also changed in subtle ways. Her pert little nose flattened out. Her eyes, already at age 9 full of haughty entitlement changed. Empathy and suspicion rose as her entitlement faded.
A true sense of panic hit Emily. Her body constricted time and time again as she regressed through her early 20’s, through her teens, back to her tween years before finally bottoming out in single digits.
She felt her clothes loosen on her diminishing frame but they never got too large. They seemed to be changing to keep up with her journey down. Her feet rose off the ground and she felt her shoes grow heavy and loose before they adjusted and tightened. The one inch heel of her black booties leveled off into a pair of flats as they lightened in texture. Her black pants tightened into a pair of black leggings which clung to her now extremely skinny and straight little legs.
She shrunk over a foot in height. Her green sweater changed style from adult to a child’s style all the while it hid the fact that her breasts had shrunk and dwindled down in size from a C to B to A to AA. Her bra vanished as she went flat. Her arms became thin as twigs.
Emily’s blonde hair lightened even more, almost glowing white as it stayed long and straight. Her face became almost angelic in her youth. Her nose shrank down with a full little upturn. Her lips, while thinned down, also took on a pursed look. Her blue eyes shrank down smaller but something else entered into them even as experience and age vanished; it was a sense of security and entitlement. She was Daddy’s girl, wanting for nothing.
Sitting directly behind the now 23-year-old Mercedes Smith, no longer related to the family but now just employed as the nanny, was Molly McCormack.
Molly looked down at the laptop on her lap. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, the legal document on the screen suddenly didn’t interest her in the least. She sighed and closed her eyes shaking her head. When she reopened her green eyes, the computer was gone.
Molly ran her fingers through her reddish brown hair and it began to pull up into a closer and shorter hairstyle. The fingers that massaged her scalp now began to harden and grow rougher. The slight nails she had pulled back as they cut to the quick. Calluses formed along her fingers and palms as knowledge began to transfer out of her mind to the mind across the aisle.
Angelica cocked her head; her throat closed up making her swallow hard as butterflies rose up inside her stomach. An open laptop appeared on her lap “If I don’t get to Southern District court tomorrow morning at 9 I don’t know what I’ll do” she thought feeling her body tense up. Stress entered her body and mind and she began to lose weight.
Angelica wasn’t heavy but she was sturdy. Now, a nervous energy permeated her and caused her to grow thinner; just no time to eat.
Angelica’s jet black hair broke out of her tight bun and grew longer coming down to her shoulders. Her skin brightened yet at the same time, bags formed under her dark brown eyes. Her cheeks sunk in a bit as knowledge of the law entered her mind freely. Years of college and experience now filled the former maid and she ran her softening hands through her hair.
No calluses remained as her simple top became a silk white blouse. The plain blue pants she wore tailored into a thin pencil skirt that came to her knees while her utilitarian black shoes now opened up and her heels rose up as they turned into a pair of Italian leather pumps.
Angelica looked to her side. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the now slightly plump head of housekeeping for the Smith family. A plain woman with thick soled black shoes, black slacks stretched over thick thighs and a slight pooch belly covered by a large maroon top. She kept her red hair pulled back into a simple bun as she journeyed to a few days off.
Molly looked and saw the legal counsel to Joshua Smith sitting across from her in a well-tailored outfit looking stressed. Their eyes locked and their heads cocked in the exact same way as their jaws dropped.
Sitting behind Molly, Jessica Henderson’s shoulders pulled back. Her breasts began to grow larger but unlike Tiffany’s, hers were all natural. The top three buttons on her blouse opened up to expose her perky and perfect chest.  
Jess’s stomach pulled in flat with visible abs, her hips and ass flared outward as the cut of her blouse tightened. Her plain black pants now rose up into a mini skirt exposing perfectly tanned and toned legs as they went.
She remained short though; her height would stay at 5’1” but her body took on new curves that accentuated everything. Her height would be augmented by a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels that also showed off her now bright pink toes.
That same bright pink now covered her fingernails as her arms slimmed and muscles appeared, the benefits of working out every day.
Tiffany had been looking out the window, lost as the sky seemed to crunch up on itself. Now she turned and her eyes traced up the lithe legs of the woman in the seat across from her. Her jaw dropped and she gasped at the sight of such a blah plain woman changed into a stunning beauty. Tiffany watched in full wonder as she witnessed the changing of her face.
Jess’ short mouse brown hair grew out long and thick and chestnut brown. Her dark eyes popped wider, doe like with bold brows and full lashes. Her nose thinned, her lips plumped and her cheeks, chin and jaw now showed perfect bone structure. She flipped her hair back showing off a long neck and she turned her sultry eyes in Tiffany’s direction.
Tiffany couldn’t breathe. The air left her lungs and she sat frozen as her heels dropped her feet flat to the ground and became a pair of basic black flats. Her feet puffed up as her tan drained away leaving her pale. Her legs lost their definition becoming chubby and full; basic, nothing special and her tight dress began to expand and grow out into a pantsuit to cover them up.
Tiffany’s ass went flat, her hips straightened taking away her hourglass curves, her stomach came out slightly as her top filled out into long sleeves. Her breast implants vanished leaving her a 40 B as her shoulders broadened making her boxy in shape.
Her blonde extensions vanished, her dye job dried up leaving her with mouse brown shoulder length limp hair. She shook her head vigorously as her nose job reversed and it broadened and grew back to its original shape. Lip fillers vanished and as her eyebrows grew out thicker and natural, her brown eyes narrowed down.
Tiffany shifted her wider ass in her seat as she prepared her presentation to her boss mentally over and over again. She had such a crush on Mr. Smith but could never vocalize it; he wouldn’t notice her anyway.
The sky cleared back into a full blue sky. A clear but high pitched female voice came over the intercom.
“This is your Captain speaking. We will be landing at Grand Cayman Airport in about a half hour. I’m not quite sure what kind of weather phenomenon we just flew through but the plane seems no worse for the wear...odd view for a second...maybe it was the Bermuda Triangle. Anyways Buckle up as we are going to begin descending soon”
Captain Jean Manning looked at her co-pilot Neil Wilson. They shared a curious look like something was off but they couldn’t place it.
They had concentrated on the instruments as Gene shrank down and Neil grew. Gene’s hands tightened as they shrank but it was her whole body shrinking. The formerly 6’6” man became a 5’0” woman. Her hair grew out but pulled up into a tight ponytail as her facial features changed into a diamond shaped, small featured female with eyes that almost disappeared when she smiled.
Jean’s uniform tightened as her body shrank down dramatically different but it remained crisp and she never took her eyes off the panel.
Her co-worker didn’t either even as Naomi turned into Neil; a 6’6” co-pilot who took some teasing about his assignment but he loved serving with Captain Jean who had taught him a lot about flying.
All 6 passengers had a momentary, fleeting sense of panic before the world readjusted around them and to them.
By the time they landed and were picked up by several different cars, all of the women and the one girl, were ready for the next part of their journey.