Days Gone Back

Chapter 1
Days Gone Back

Days Gone Back

By ARguy118

First off let me tell you a few things about myself, my name is Bill B. Ellington. I’m 23 and recently graduated from the local community college with a bachelors in marketing. I work for a small local company as their marketing advisor. I am a social drinker, and all my friends call me billybob. (The B stands for bob)

After work Friday afternoon I went to the grocers on my way home to pick up some beer for the big game this weekend. I loved watching college football, and I never missed it. Much to my dismay however, the store didn’t have my good old bud. They were out, so I shrugged it off and decide to get some tomorrow morning. I had to come back for some pre-game snacks and whatnot anyway. My buddies were supposed to come over and watch it on the brand new HDTV that I had bought yesterday.

When I got home it came as a shock to find my old ass 25" TV sitting in place where my big high def. used to be. I was angry as hell that someone had broken into my apartment, but... from looknig around, I couldn’t find any signs of forced entry. This could only mean a few possible things. Either my girlfriend did it, which she may have seeing as how she hates for me to "waste" a Saturday on the game, one of my buddies could have done it as a joke.. Or the landlord is stealing things. I called around to everyone, they all denied it. I suspected thievery but, why would a thief put my old TV back? I tried to look for my receipt in my "Recent purchases" folder, but found the folder surprisingly empty. Along with the gas receipt from yesterday, supper last night and the videogame I had bought last week. Needless to say, I couldn’t find the videogame either. This had to be a joke.

I talked to the police on the phone, but they basically said having no forced entry no receipt or any proof that I ever had the TV, there was nothing they could do. I was a bit angry, but seeing as how my friends play around, I was more than sure it was just someone messing with my head. A few hours later I decided to go out and get something to eat. A quick run to McDonalds should do it. I got in the car and started it up; it immediately chimed at me, telling me it was low on gas. "That’s impossible" I thought. "I just filled it up yesterday!" Feeling like someone had to be nearby if they had siphoned my fuel out, I got out and walked around the house trying to find Aaron or Jacob or someone that might be responsible. No one was around, so I got back in and headed to McDonalds. It had enough to make it there and back, and I knew someone else was going to be paying for my gas soon, so I didn’t bother to fill up. The food tasted good. I was very hungry. I spent the rest of the night watching the shitty little TV that my friends had replaced on my cabinet.

The next day I got up first thing and headed to the grocery store. Again the car chimed about gas, but I paid it no mind, the store was right down the road, the car could probably go 50 miles before it ran out of gas. I parked my 05 Audi A4 outside just next to the handicapped place and went in, grabbed the 12 pack and some misc. munchies and went to the clerk. He asked me to show my ID, which I readily supplied. Much to my surprise however, he gave me an odd look and handed it back to me saying "nice try." I looked at him impatiently. "What do you mean nice try?" he looked at me "sorry kid, your birthday is in 2 days, you’re only 17, you can’t buy the beer." 17?? What the hell? I tried to gather my thoughts and looked at the driver’s license. Sure enough, it showed my birthday was exactly 17 years ago from Monday. I didn’t understand, I was 23... Confused, I canceled the order and went out to get in the car. Surely they hadn’t done this too?

Much to my surprise, I couldn’t find my Audi. Although in the parking place that I had parked was a familiar sight. The old family car that I started driving with years ago. The blue 1993 caprice classic sat parked badly in the place. I reached in my pocket for the keyless entry of my Audi, but all I managed to find was the old keys that I used to use on the blue land barge, and the house key that I used to use for my parents house. I was rather frightened at what was happening, so much so that I probably neglected to notice a few other changes. My clothes were different than when I came in. I jumped in the old car and started it up, driving back to my apartment. Much to my horror, there was another car in my spot! Knowing I didn’t have a key anyway, I decided to make my way back to my parent’s house. I pulled in the driveway, spotting my dads old Cadillac that he had sold nearly 3 years ago still in the driveway. I got out of the car and felt dizzy as I stood up. I grabbed my head just as I heard "hey kiddo, can ya give me a hand?" I closed the door and walked over to the Cadillac to find my dad underneath working on it. I had remembered this day, I helped him change the oil and he parked it until I turned 20 when he sold the thing. "Can ya give me a hand?" I looked at him confused "uuh, sorry dad, I got something to do" I said. Going through the front door I was greeted by my mom. "Where’s the sugar?" she said. "Uh, they didn’t have any." I said, trying to think quickly. "Oh, well, I guess I’ll do without." she said smiling; mom was always really flexible about these things.

I went upstairs to my room. It seemed odd to do this, but what choice did I have? As I opened the door I was confronted with things that I hadn’t seen in years. The crappy blue bed sheets that my mom made me use on my bed until I was 15... 15?! Wait!! I quickly struggled to get my wallet out of my pants. Rapidly I opened it and pulled out my license. Splattered across the front of it was "LEARNERS" I couldn’t’ believe it! My 16th birthday was now Monday! What was going on?? As I stood there looking the picture continued to change and in seconds the card faded away completely. Panicked, I pulled out the only card that I’ve had since I was a baby, my social security card. Sure enough, my 15th birthday was now Monday! I put the card back into my wallet and headed over to the mirror to see what was going on. I had my braces back, damn I hated those things. My whole face looked younger, and my hair was that annoying curly look that I had hated so much as a kid. Fearing the worst, I stripped down to my nothings, laying the cotton T shirt and baggy pants that I used to wear as a young teen on the bed. I looked down at my manhood; it seemed smaller but still there. Right before my eyes however it began to change!

The head of my penis shrank and got closer to my body, the shaft grew shorter as well. I felt an odd itching feeling as my pubic hair began to sparse out, pulling first some, then all of it back into my body. Next an odd feeling came over me as my testicles pulled back into my body. When I looked up at the mirror I found that it was no longer there. I spun around to look at the room and found it vastly different. In the place of my double bed was now a single bed with racecar print, lying on the bed was a pair of khaki zipper shorts and a blue pullover shirt and a pair of cartoon character underwear. I rushed to my pants and pulled out my wallet, which was now a transformers Velcro wallet. I managed to find my social security card, I’d be 11 Monday. Panicked, I tore open the door and stormed downstairs, forgetting that I was still naked. "Billy!" my mom shouted as I came face to waist with her. "We have guests!" She said, motioning towards the dining room. I looked in to see our old neighbors, the weathersbys, an old couple that had died when I was 13. "Now you march right back up to your room and put on some clothes young man!" she said, ordering me. "Mom! Ya gotta help me; I’m turning into a kid!" I said. She smiled at me and then said "sure you are; now go upstairs and get dressed." As I walked up the stairs I could hear them laughing and talking. By the time I got halfway up the stairs the laughing stopped and I nearly fell flat on my face as the carpet on the stairs was ripped out from under me. I looked down to see a smooth wooden surface on the staircase. I remembered having wooden stairs when we first bought the house, but I was... only 6 at the time. I rushed up to my room and burst through the door. The room was totally bare, except for a pair of Scooby doo underpants an Osh kosh button down shirt and a pair of Osh kosh overalls. I hesitated to put them on, but... having no choice, I dawned the tacky apparel and came back down the stairs. As I reached the bottom I saw my mother, she looked much younger than before "there you are honey, do you like this house? Hrmm? You think we should buy it?" she said eagerly. She picked me up in her arms and twirled me around in her arms; the background swirled into a blur. When she sat me down, I fell flat on my ass; I could no longer stand up. I was in the house I was born in. I recognized the tacky wallpaper. I looked down at myself and found that I was now wearing a diaper. I had no idea how old I was, but did manage to stand up and roughly stagger over to the sliding glass window. What started back at me from the reflection was clearly a toddler. Probably 2-3 tops. At this point I don’t know if my age was causing it or what, but I fell back down on my diaper and began to cry. I was so upset at what had happened to me. Tears filled my eyes and I couldn’t see. Finally I stopped crying when I felt a draft on my ass; I opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital. I was naked, and clearly tiny. The doctor was holding me, but seemed to be moving backwards. He took the bulb and put it down my throat and then squeezed, filling my lungs with a liquid. I couldn’t breath and try as I might I could cough it up. Just then the umbilical chord snaked up from the operating table and connected itself to my stomach. Slowly, the doctor moved me down between my mother’s legs, as she spread them I could see her vaginal lips part. Slowly but surely the doctor forced me feet first into my mothers womb. I watched in horror as the light closed up from her vagina.

The next things I remember seeing was my mother standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the house I came home to when I was born. Things seemed to be moving really fast around her, day and night seemed to flash back and forth. Slowly but consistently, the size of her 9 moth pregnant belly began to shrink and shrink. When it had fully deflated, she left the bathroom, and the light slowly faded away. Grief srtickened, I tried to cry out, to do something, but only my mind remained. Suddenly, I began to hear something, soft at first, but then steadily louder and louder. BILLYBOB! I heard Jacob say. I opened my eyes and found myself passed out in my chair in the apartment. I was still in my suit from work. On the table was a moldy half eaten slice of pizza and on the big screen HDTV on the wall was the pre-game show.

"Dude, where’s the beer?" Jacob said, as I tried to get up I found that everyone was there. "What happened to you man?" I looked up groggily and said "I guess I just dreamed about days gone backwards."

Thanks for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it, feel free to leave a review, or make suggestions questions/comments you can also send to arguy118@hotmail.com thanks!