The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 10
Don't Drink the Kool-Aid

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Chapter Description: Unintended consequences always seem to be based in karma and irony.

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[size=2]“Lizzy can you do me a favor and watch the punch bowl while I go to the bathroom?” Emily asked her.

Lizzy had been winding down from dancing with Scott Longview when her big sister waved her over. The two Growndowns had been reconnecting since their regressions and Lizzy felt herself falling for the boy who she had shared her first kiss with a whole other life ago.

Still gushing from the crush she had redeveloped Lizzy was all too eager to please, “Sure Emily! But doesn’t it need to be refilled?”

Emily shrugged, “I guess I’ll go ask one of the teachers about it. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“Gotcha!” Lizzy complied drawing the first smile from Emily she had seen the entire night.

With Emily walking off, Lizzy now found herself with her first dose of actual responsibility in her new life as a little girl. She had held greater responsibilities before, Lizzy knew that, but devoid of the sense of experience and wisdom she had as a grown woman, she felt a childish anxiety fill her.

Am I supposed serve anyone wants a drink? She asked herself like the silly girl she was now.

“Hey Lizzy!” Gracie shocked her.

“Ahhhh!” Lizzy screamed before saying, “You scared me Gracie!”

Gracie childishly snickered, “You’re too easy!”

“What are you doing here?” Lizzy asked. “Weren’t you dancing with Kimmy?”

“Yeah” Gracie replied, “But then she started dancing with James and it got too yucky for me. What’s up with you two? I thought we agreed that boys were boring and we wouldn’t bother with them until high school.”

“Until middle school.” Lizzy corrected.

“Even worse.” Gracie lamented. “Middle school sucks.”

Lizzy, sensing an opportunity to practice serving on a judgeless friend, scooped up some fruit punch and gave it to Gracie, “Cheer up Gracie, we’re not boring old ladies anymore.”

“I can still drink like one.” Gracie joked and mimicked the motions of an alcoholic housewife as she downed the fruit punch, something that went over little Lizzy’s head. “I watch soap operas with my mommy when I get home from school sometimes.”

“I wish I was still allowed to watch them” Lizzy wistfully said.

Gracie was about to respond when a tall teenage boy approached the girls. Lizzy recognized him as Dylan, one of Eric’s closest friends. She hoped he didn’t recognize her in her princess costume, she wasn’t the biggest fan of Dylan back when she was still Eric’s mom. Without saying anything to the two girls, he grabbed a plastic cup and filled it up with fruit punch and then quickly downed the juice

“I think this punch…could use a bit of a kick…don’t you agree little ladies?” Dylan slurred as he pulled out a conspicuously shaped glass bottle from seemingly nowhere and started filling up the punch bowel with its contents.

“Did Emily ask you to refill it?” Lizzy asked

“Yeah totally.” Dylan claimed, “Your parents are coming to pick up you kids soon and…. they’re going to be…..thirsty from the drive you know?”

“I guess.” Lizzy and Gracie replied.

With clumsy glee Dylan scooped up another cup of fruit punch and walked off with a large smirk across his face.

“Do you think he just poisoned the punch bowl?” Lizzy asked.

“Well he’s drinking it so I guess not.” Gracie observed, “But he was acting really goofy, like those bad people that drink in my mommy’s soap operas.”

“Oh no.” worried Lizzy, “I should have stopped him but Emily said not to do anything stupid.”

Gracie seemed ready to respond, “I’ll go get some grown-ups Lizzy don’t worry.”

Abandoned once more, the normally bubbly girl was quite nervous now. To the point where she wiggled about in her costume. She was going to have to stop whoever showed up next to drink it.

“What’s up baby sis?” Eric called out to her.

“Where have you been Eric!!!?” Lizzy roared with ferociousness she hadn’t expected to come out of her. She felt the glimmer of motherhood again like she needed to take control the situation.

“I was” Eric stalled for a moment, “just hanging out with my friend Dylan.”

The way Eric struggled to explain himself reminded Lizzy when she scolded him as his mother, “You’re supposed to be watching me!”

Eric fidgeted awkwardly, “You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mom anymore!”

Lizzy gulped, “Well I was and I’m telling daddy on you!”

“For what?” Eric challenged with a slur.

“Dylan did something weird to the punch bowl.” Lizzy said.

“I just saw him.” Eric slurred, “It might have been someone else.”

“No way!” Lizzy said, “I still remember Dylan’s pranks and you’re acting just as weird as he was.”

Eric defensively said, “Get out of town Lizzy! There’s nothing wrong with the fruit punch. I’ll prove it.”

Eric scooped himself a cup and drank it before Lizzy could swipe it away from him.

“What it going on here?” Emily said.

Lizzy failing to stop Eric felt her motherly authority evaporate within her in that moment.

“Eric and Dylan are up to something Emily.” She whined.

“What did you do Eric?” Emily interrogated.

“Nothing.” Eric argued before holding hand before his forehead, “But I feel weird now after drinking this.”

“I told you.” Lizzy said

Before Lizzy could say anything else Emily quickly got a cup of the fruit punch herself and drank it.

“This does tastes funny.” Emily said.

Eric seemed uncomfortable, “It tastes like wine.”

“How would you know?” Emily asked.

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Helena informed them as she approached the bowl with Deborah and Gracie in tow.

Gracie immediately went to Lizzy, “Why didn’t you stop them from drinking it?”

“I tired but they didn’t listen to me!” Lizzy countered.

By then, Helena and Deborah were already sipping at the spiked punch and seemed extremely pleased.

“This is pretty good actually.” Deborah admitted.

“Yeah.” Helena agreed, “We should get this away from the children though.”

Emily turned to Eric, “Have you been drinking? Is that why you’ve been acting weird?”

Eric waved his hands defensively, “I’m telling you I had nothing-“

Lizzy watched as Eric suddenly stopped speaking as if he was physically halted from doing so and instead the teenage boy began uttering a low moaning of pleasure. Emily’s face went from puzzled to concerned and then she too seemed paralyzed as she started moaning in concert with her brother.

When the two adult women joined in as well, Lizzy could not deny what was happening.

“Oh no.” Lizzy said.

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Rebecca and Nancy were just about to reenter the gym when they heard a deep moaning from a teenage boy in the men’s bathroom.

“Not in an elementary school.” Rebecca angrily said “Come on.”

The two women furiously entered expecting to throw out an overly romantic teenage couple but instead they found a lone teenage boy with tan skin and black hair standing straight in front of bathroom’s mirror. Seemingly frozen in place.

Nancy went to his side, “What’s going-“she started to say before she turned back to Rebecca. “He’s transforming.”

Rebecca rushed to the other side of the teenager, “How do you know?”

Nancy never responded but Rebecca never needed one. The look on the boy’s face was enough of an answer. The same pleasures that once filled her with glee as she progressed into womanhood were now working its magic in this high schooler.

“What’s your name?” Nancy asked.

“Dylan.” The teen barely uttered out, something that looked like it took an incredible amount of effort on the boy’s part.

Nancy began rubbing his shoulder, “Dylan, I know what’s happening to you. Everything is going to be alright. Just relax and enjoy the stimulation.”

It was becoming increasingly visible that the teenager was regressing into childhood rather than aging into adulthood. His pubescent features, already bordering on masculine as they were, seemingly disappeared in a single instant. Rough edges became soft, his tan complexion lightened up significantly while his fit body was turned boyish in tone.

“It’s okay. We’re going to help you when this is over with.” Nancy reassured Dylan.

Smiling at Nancy’s words, the boy looked like a lanky middle schooler all over again. Though he was barely even that now. The teen suddenly went through a sudden reverse puberty and he was a just a preteen boy once more. His legs and arms shrank in proportion of his now prepubescent body and he continued getting younger and younger. Middle school age went into elementary school age and Rebecca found herself wondering if this boy was going to be a new student in her class.

But younger he regressed. The 10 year old boy became 9 in one instance and 8 years old in the next. His body definitively exited late childhood and he shrank even more: past 2nd grade, past 1st grade. Until suddenly, the boy’s transformation halted when he looked no older than a kindergartner, just 5 years old.

The little boy was swimming in his teenage clothes and Nancy gently plucked away everything from the boy but his underwear.

“Dylan.” She started, “Are you okay?”

“What, what happened?” Dylan asked with a distinctive high pitched tone and off-beat pronunciation from a boy his new age.

“You’re just a little boy again Dylan.” Nancy said neither dismissively nor happily. “Is that something you always wanted?”

“I don’t know.” Dylan said, still confused.

Dylan was certainly cuter from the teenager she had just met. His face was angelic and his black hair was brighter than it had been. He was the very picture of innocence.

“Did you drink something just now?” Rebecca asked, worried that whatever happened to the pipes before was happening again.

“No.” Dylan whined. “I was drinking”

“Water?” Nancy asked.

“Drinking.” Dylan whined again with a cry.

Dylan was already going through the post shock from the transformation and his knowledge was already draining out of him. Remembering how her own little boy held back from giving into her, Rebecca figured the regressed teen still knew what he was drinking but was too emotionally upset about it out of shame.

What would teens not want to be caught doing? She asked herself.

A question that was profoundly harder to answer than she had expected, since she had never been one.

What if he is speaking literally? She asked herself again and she turned to the large trashcan in the bathroom’s corner.

She got up and walked past Nancy and Dylan and stuck her hand into the trashcan.

Bingo.

She pulled out a wine bottle that had been completely emptied. She turned to Nancy.

“Our little Dylan was a troublemaker it seems.” Rebecca teased.

“Not anymore I hope.” Nancy playfully said to Dylan before turning back to Rebecca. “Is that what I think it is?’

“Let me see…” Rebecca said as she turned the bottle to reveal its title, “Ambrosia.”

“We should find out where the rest of the wine went. I don’t think little Dylan here drank it all.” Nancy said.

‘Let me go check the party out Nancy, you stay here with him” Rebecca said and ran to the gym.

When she waltzed through the gym’s doors. The entire party seemed to have erupted into chaos. Children were either gathering about the serving tables around some spectacle or leaving the party in droves. Everything was going wrong.

Over to where she had stationed Emily Baxter she saw the teenager in the process of transformation alongside an older teenage boy that looked to be her brother.

She grew older whilst he grew younger. In a matter of moments the two siblings looked to be the same exact age and then a moment later Emily became the older sister.

She quickly grew in height looking like a stick of a woman before her womanly proportions grew to match her new age. Her weight increased as both slim fat and muscle grew from the woman’s limbs and the former 13 year old’s large breasts grew even larger. Rebecca could already tell that Emily looked like a college student already and it looked like there would be no slowing down for girl turning into a woman.

Her 20’s were left behind as she entered her 30’s and Emily’s beauty matured as her woman’s proportions became motherly. Her braided hair grew extensively and lost the highlights she had as a young teen. Her face became slightly rounded in a way that matched her round figure as a whole. Her thighs and hips grew wide and her belly bulged ever so slightly as well.

Her transformation slowed as she entered her late 30’s and came to a stop seemingly at 40 years old. Her teenybopper clothes were torn asunder and she looked to be in a complete daze at what had just happened.

Emily’s brother meanwhile was well on his way into early childhood. Puberty had already been fully reversed as Rebecca had gazed at Emily’s progression and he too looked to be the perfect age to attend her class.

And once again he regressed past that, dwindling in size even shorter than her little Bobby was until he too looked to be about 5 years old as his regression came to a close. The little boy fell into his clothes.

“Emily! Eric!” Rebecca heard Lizzy cry out to her siblings over the shocked crowd.

“I’m so old.” Emily stated to no one in particular. Neither to her regressed mother, her shrunken brother.

Eric too looked shell-shocked, “I’m little again.”

Rebecca began approaching them until she realized that the show was not quite over.

Helena and Deborah stood paralyzed before everyone, unable to move and yet moaning with intense pleasure.

Only when Rebecca made eye contact with both women did they seemingly start to shrink. Both women’s breasts, petite and unimpressive in size, popped themselves out of existence from the world. The sensation brought about a chorus of erratic joy from the women as their faces blushed red with humiliation.

Embarrassed as they were behind their moaning, Rebecca figured the soccer mom’s shame wouldn’t last long beyond their immediate regressions. Both of them were clearly going back to an age where their slim figures would be more commonplace.

Helena descended rapidly in height at a ridiculous speed. In one moment she was an Amazonian and then the next a short little woman. Her glasses fell off her face as she fell in height and her limbs became increasingly more fragile and childlike. The 37 year old woman went from her 30’s, through her 20’s, and into her teens in a matter of seconds.

Helena’s face, driven and professional, rearranged itself into something far more delicate. Wrinkles were replaced by dimples while her plush lips lost their luscious shape. She transitioned from teen to preteen gently and without fanfare. Her platinum blonde hair grew short in proportion to her shrinking body and her ponytail grew more childish in appearance. Helena went from 12 years old, to 11 years old, to 10 years old, before stopping at 9 years old.

Little Helen doing her best to hold up her business dress looked every bit the cute 4th grader perfect for Rebecca’s class.

Deborah too seemed to mirroring Helena’s regression. Her arms and limbs became thinner and then grew smaller in size bit by bit. She grew somewhat slower out of her womanhood as she dropped in height. The 40 year old woman became cuter and cuter as she morphed into a young woman once more and her glasses slipped off her face as she reentered her adolescence.

The teenage Deborah then regressed backwards through puberty and her height shrank dramatically in sync with her limbs. As the woman turned teen turned back into a preteen, Deborah’s face turned increasingly childish. Freckles appeared all about the girl’s little face as her frizzy brown hair grew awkwardly in reverse proportion with the rest of her regressing body. Her regression slowed and finally stopped when she was at all but 10 years old.

Little Debbie looked like any other 5th grader in Rebecca’s class as she wrestled with her holding up her jeans.

Helen, examining her girl’s body screamed out in horror, “No!!!!! I’m a grown-up!!!! I’m a mommy!!!!”

Debbie look similarly distraught, “I can’t be a little girl again!!! I have kids!!!!!!”

The two regressed women were as adorable as could be. Gone were the stress filled women and instead carefree girls stood in their place. Their petite bodies look far more natural as children than what they had previously looked like as grown women. Skinny, cute, and tiny; Helen and Debbie would have no troubles transitioning from worrisome soccer moms to little soccer players themselves. That much Rebecca knew.

A woman less mature than her would have gloated at seeing these two stuck up women get their just desserts, but her job’s training kicked into gear when she saw the sheer innocence emitting from the former women as they pouted in confusion. Moving quickly through the onlookers, Rebecca swept her way through to the regressed women and embraced them in strong hug, squeezing them tightly.

She spoke gently to them in a way only a woman could, “Hush now sweeties. I know lots women who are happy little girls now. No need to fret about being silly adults with responsibilities anymore, you’re only elementary schoolgirls now.”

Helen shook her head confused more than anything else, “I….have to raise my little girl again, she’s in kindergarten.”

“And now you can look after her as her big sister.” Rebecca counseled as she rubbed little Helen’s back. “You like the idea of being a big sister don’t you?”

Helen smiled despite herself and rested her head on Rebecca’s shoulder, “I was an only child before. I guess.... I always wanted a little sister.”

Debbie too, already seem to be coming around to her situation, “I’m the same age as my daughter now.”

Rebecca smiled, “I guess your twins now.”

She looked around and saw that Amanda was already tending to the Baxter’s. Which meant she was left with these little girls.

“Alright girls.” Rebecca sang. “Let’s get you out of your silly women clothes and into something more much age appropriate. Come take my hands and I’ll get you to the nurse’s office.”

“Are you going to dress us up like little kids?” Helen asked.

“Of course not you two are big kids after all.” Rebecca teased, “But you two want to look nice when you see your sisters again. And we’re going to need to call your daddies and let them know about what happened.”

“Daddies?” Debbie asked. “You mean my husband is my daddy now?”

“You betcha!” Rebecca cheered.

“I have a daddy.” Helen said in bewilderment.

Debbie’s and Helen’s faces contorted into something between embarrassment and joy. Aftershock was just beginning to kick in and Rebecca already knew they would facilitate into their new lives as elementary schoolgirls rather easily and would probably be cherished by their families.

Rebecca turned to signal Amanda that she was leaving but she instead found herself focusing on her former teacher turned student Lizzy Baxter. She was somewhere in-between tearful and thrilled as she and her now little brother hugged Emily as the new Grownup girl was coming out of her dazed state.

Once again, New Springs had proved that prude and unhappy women were better off as loveable and blissful girls. They didn’t need to worry about the adult world anymore, that world was ending. Grownups like Rebecca, like Amanda, like Nancy, like Emily now, and like so many others to come would take things from here.

This world was for Grownups now.

Teacher’s Pet concludes in: Moments Lost to Time[/size]

 

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