By Tainted Sins
T’was the Day Before Christmas Vacation
From: Tainted Sins
Michelle held the folded red construction paper with green trimming
between two slender fingers-as far from herself as possible, her eyes
searching for a wastebasket.
’As much as my parents pay to send me here, this school could at least
attempt to have some taste,’ She uttered coldly. Her young pouty lips
formed into a tight frown.
’Lets see who you got!’ Her friend Jenny bounded by in a plaid skirt
and white top (the school standard), snatching the unwanted invitation
in the process. ’Oooo! You got Merlin. You’re so lucky!’ She pressed
the crumpled paper against her meager chest in one of her standard
displays of affection. ’He is sooo cute!’
Michelle rolled her eyes at her friend in annoyance. According to
Jenny, anyone who is old enough to grow a beard is cute. ’Isn’t he the
Heather nodded from the side. It had been one of her ’silent days,’ so
any interaction with their small group at all was something to be
treasured. Michelle glanced at her. Still in that black lipstick, which
looked horrible in combination with the school uniform. But Heather had
stated a number of times: Until the school’s dress code specifically
targeted such a product, the lipstick stayed. Rebellion is tough when
you are a fourteen year old girl in private school.
’Why do they call him Merlin, anyway?’ Michelle straightened the
wrinkles out of her skirt with a few brisk strokes.
Heather shrugged. ’I don’t know. I guess because he is always
carrying around a coffee mug with that name printed on it in big white
letters. It kinda’ stands out.’
’Men who drink coffee are so sexy!’ Jenny beamed.
’Well, I think it’s weird. If they didn’t want to have class, they
should have just canceled school for the day. First that lame assembly,
and now individual counseling? This whole ’thinking about your future’
theme is getting old, fast. Besides, what’s some science teacher going
to teach me about my future anyway?’
’Why don’t you go find out?’
Michelle groaned as she noticed her friend had stopped and was now
pointing at the doors to the main office.
’Oh, don’t be so melodramatic! It beats class. And anyway, Christmas
vacation starts tomorrow. You’ll have the whole week to sit around and
file your nails, unmolested.’
’Hmph. You obviously haven’t met my relatives,’ Michelle sneered.
’They have a condo up in Aspen. Once again, I’ll probably end up stuck
there the whole time with my brat cousins while my parents are off
’Are you looking for sympathy from me? At least you get to see real
snow.’ Heather pried one of the paper snowflakes off the wall, examined
it for a time, then let it float pathetically to the carpet below.
’This is all I get.’
Michelle stepped through the doors without another word. Heather could
be such a whiny bitch sometimes.
The woman manning the phones at the front desk directed her to one of
the inner offices. Normally this would be the realm of the Principle
and all his cronies, but today several teachers were doing their good
deeds within, while other holiday activities were being held all over the
’Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come,’ a banner hung ominously over the
plaque that identified the current occupant.
Michelle sighed. This was going to be a long day. Lifting her hand of
perfectly manicured nails-painted red and kept clean with soap that
smelled of peaches-she rapped gently on the door. Maybe he wouldn’t
’Come in,’ a low voice called out in response.
Forest green covered the majority of the room. The carpet sprouted up
thick from the floor. Michelle noticed the curtains were pulled in
front of the glass windows, preventing anything but artificial light from
illuminating the scene. The cheap paintings of hillsides, the oak
furniture-it reminded her of the softcore porn she saw late nights on cable
now and then.
Merlin, as he was called around the school, sat behind a large desk,
eyeing her intently. She had seen him a few times in the hall.
Somewhere in his thirties, she guessed, brown hair and fit. She could see
where Jenny found the attraction. If she were into older guys, that is.
’Michelle, isn’t it?’ He shuffled through a couple of files, clicked a
pen, and started jotting down a few notes.
’Yes.’ Her reply was short and curt. She crisscrossed her fingers
behind her back and stood stiff, chest out, with perfect posture. As
always, she was aware of every inch of her body. How it felt, and how it
appeared to others.
’Have a seat,’ He smiled and gestured with his pen.
Skirt lifted slightly, body lowered slowly onto the chair, one slender
leg crossed over the other, hands resting neatly in her lap: Boarding
school had taught her well.
’I’m not mistaken am I? I don’t believe I have seen you in any of my
Michelle shook her head. She brushed the black hair away from her
eyes. ’I really never learned to appreciate the fine art of picking a frog
apart with tweezers.’
He gave a short smile. ’Well then, why don’t you tell me what you are
interested in, hmm?’
’Is that what this is? I tell you my interests so you can assign the
appropriate job title? I say I like plants, so you tell me I should be
’Not at all. I certainly wouldn’t recommend becoming a botanist if you
haven’t even passed a high school science class yet.’
She scowled at this.
’Look,’ he leaned forward. ’I’m just trying to get a conversation
started. Your file says your grades have been slipping these past few
months, and you’ve been having discipline problems lately in several of
your classes.’ He set the pen down, and allowed his hands to vanish
beneath the desk. ’I want to know how much thought you’ve put into your
’I’m sort of a ’live for the now’ kind of girl.’ She eyed her nails
with a bored expression. ’Could we hurry this up?’
Michelle looked up at him, her cool exterior momentarily shattered.
’Why are you smiling at me like that?’
He didn’t answer.
’Listen you freak...’ She stopped.
There was a slight tickling in the pit of her stomach.
Her veins throbbed with it.
Her brain felt soggy inside the skull-sick with it.
’Now Michelle, you’re fourteen aren’t you?’
Was her ass getting bigger? She felt the elastics of her panties
digging into her waist. She squirmed in her chair. She reached down to
adjust them. Her bra felt tight too.
’I’d have to say, you’re very developed for a fourteen year old. Are
you sure that’s your correct age?’
’W-what?’ Her breasts swelled, pulling against the straps that
struggled to hold them. But Michelle was only a 34 A. She had never strained
a bra in her entire life. She heard the material ripping. ’I...I...’
She pressed her arms against the throbbing mounds as they began to
spill out of their cups. ’I feel like I am expanding all over...’
’Don’t be afraid, Michelle. You’re just growing up.’
She looked down. It was true. She was definitely older. Her legs
were longer; more curved. They cascaded down the chair, out of her skirt
which looked increasingly smaller by the moment. Her chest was
painfully large, and stretched the fabric of her undersized top to its limits.
None of her clothes fit her anymore. She looked ridiculous.
’I have to get out of this bra!’ She groaned.
’You’d be amazed how many men would kill to hear that,’ Merlin
commented. ’I’d say you’re almost twenty years old by now.’
A twenty year old in a school girl’s outfit, designed for a fourteen
year old girl.
Michelle stood up, wobbling in her new frame. The plaid skirt clung
tightly to her hips. Her knee-high white socks now struggled to reach
past her calves.
’Why do I feel so...so big...’ She was rambling now. Her voice
sounded so different. It hummed deep in her throat.
She peeled the white top off over her head, ripping it in her panic.
Her body quivered with the sudden exposure. She felt the cold air on
her large bosom, pressed into an obscene position by the inadequate bra
that now looked like little more than a band-aid. She flushed with
embarrassment, her flesh covered in goosebumps. Never before had she been
so aware of the school’s ill-managed heating system.
But there was nothing she could do. She felt like she was going to
explode at any moment.
Reaching behind her back, she fumbled with the clasp with foreign
fingers. One try...two...then the hook came undone and the bra flipped like
a slingshot across the room.
Michelle stood topless in a teacher’s office. These two alien objects,
like globes, dangling in front of her. She kicked off her shoes. Even
her feet were too big.
But it wasn’t finished. Whatever it was. Time felt like a whirlwind
around her. It itched. She could feel it crawling beneath her skin.
She could feel herself getting older.
It happened so fast, it was hard to keep track. It felt like her body
suddenly sighed with exhaustion: The tightness began to slip; she
gained a couple of pounds; her once firm breasts began to sag; her flat
tummy wasn’t quite so flat anymore; a few wrinkles showed up; she felt her
ass cheeks, held by too small cotton underpants, begin to relax and
hang looser than before.
It was like that everywhere.
Her innocence washed away. Her body started to look worn.
Michelle stared down at her hands. She turned them over. She examined
them. The veins, the slight wrinkles, the coarse skin-it didn’t look
much like buttermilk now (her Dad’s comparison).
She wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman. A middle-aged woman.
’You’re forty years old, Michelle.’
That old?! She lowered her hands in horror; there was no denying it.
She was older than her Mom, and the worst part was-she looked it.
’What in the hell did you do to me?!’ She screamed.
’Isn’t it obvious? We were talking about your future, you asked to
hurry it up... Do the math. Or is arithmetic another subject that
doesn’t interest you?’
’It isn’t important. You’re a ’live for the now’ kind of girl, right
Michelle? Well, now you’re all grown up, you’re uneducated, and you’re
all alone. Your parents wouldn’t recognize you if you were standing
right in front of them. That’s the problem with the future, Michelle: It
doesn’t stay the future forever.’
She was shaking.
She kept her arms folded loosely, covering her breasts as best she
could (they felt so strange!). Her legs wobbled awkwardly as she made her
way back to her chair. It felt as if she were trying to walk around in
someone else’s body. Everything was oversized and out of place. She
managed to sit down. That was her limit. She had held the tears back
as long as she could.
’But what am I going to do?’ She sobbed. ’How am I going to survive?
I don’t want to be forty!’
’I’m happy to see you’ve discovered the importance of the questions
I’ve been trying to ask you all along. Time is the great attitude
adjuster, Michelle. It crushes the largest of egos without a thought. But
don’t trouble yourself too much. This is a lesson, not a punishment.
This is where you’re heading. An up close look at your scheduled
destination. So over this Christmas vacation I want you to go out and see if
you can find some answers to your questions. Then, when you return to
school next Monday, I will restore you to your rightful age.’
’You can’t!’ She quickly searched for a reason. ’My parents! They’ll
worry themselves sick!’
Merlin shook his head. ’I’ve already taken the liberty of getting
their permission for a week long school field trip. Very educational.
They were thrilled. Said they suspected you weren’t too fond of your
She opened her mouth to protest.
He cut her off.
’I’ve also arranged a job for you. You are free to quit, of course.
But keep in mind your employers supply free food and lodging as part of
The low buzz of electricity crackled in the air. At first Michelle
thought it was static caused by the carpet, but then a nagging pain began
to cease. Her clothes were changing-what little she wore, that is.
Her skirt shifted into a dull brown color, then rewove itself into a
pair of shorts, which quickly extended into pants. A shirt grew from
that, brown as well, complete with a name tag. At least she wasn’t half
naked anymore. But her head felt funny. She glanced at the carpet and
thought it was probably time for a good vacuuming.
Suddenly catching herself she forced her thoughts back to the current
situation and stared down at her new outfit in shock.
She was dressed in the same kind of uniform the school janitors were
required to wear.
* * *
Merlin watched the older woman leave his office. As the door shut
behind him he muttered in amazement, ’It really worked...’
The small remote control still rested comfortably in his lap.
There was movement behind him. A tall figure that didn’t look like
much more than a set of interconnected bones stepped out from behind the
curtains. His skin was deathly pale. His dark hair tied back into a
ponytail. The suit he wore was all black, except for the slim crimson
tie that pointed strait down his chest, as if indicating treasures to be
’Like I said, I drew your name. The whole Christmas gift exchange
thing Zappy put together.’
Merlin nodded, his eyes shifting back to the remote. ’I’m still trying
to think of something to get Lady Marie.’
’How about a collection of Lovecraft tales that regresses the reader
while simultaneously bringing strange and bizarre monsters into the
’I’ll have to give it some thought.’
’Of course. In any case, my end of this little bargain is fulfilled.
I’ll leave you to enjoy your present.’
* * *
I sat on one of the topmost benches of the auditorium. The school was
putting on some sort of Christmas extravaganza down below to amuse the
students who were not otherwise occupied with scheduled appointments,
and I had a clear view of the entire over-dramatized event.
Streams of red and green paper lined the walls from top to bottom. A
massive Christmas tree shared the stage with Santa and giant reindeer
alike. From time to time paper snowflakes would drift down from the
rafters, and seasonal lights flashed in rhythm with the music. This was
certainly a school with money to spend.
I consider myself to be a man of sophisticated passions, so when the
cheerleaders bounded out to perform a routine to a Hip Hop version of
’Silent Night,’ my fingers tapped gently on the keys to the golden antique
typewriter sitting on my lap.
::Song changes to Pachelbel’s Canon in D major. No one seems to
It’s amazing how that song makes everyone seem like they are moving in
slow motion. So beautiful.
After leaving Merlin, I decided it was time for a little metaphorical
masturbation. I strive to make everything in my life worthwhile, and
this trip was no different. My eyes searched the room for a glimmer of
potential. It is my own personal belief that everyone has it in them to
be a star-you just have to catch them at the right moment.
My fingers started tapping again.
[Missing Scene #1:
There was still about twenty minutes until his next appointment.
Merlin had made certain to ensure adequate time between girls, just incase
something went wrong.
His legs ached with newfound movement as he walked down the nearly
empty halls of the school. He had been sitting still for way too long.
Having an age manipulating remote control and a line of girls just
waiting to be paraded into your office can have that affect on people.
The vending machines were just up ahead.
At first he mistook the soft squeaking for creaky floorboards, or some
other background noise older buildings tend to possess. Then he saw
the vague outline of a girl, and realized it was the sound of crying he
His eyes fought through the dimness of the room. Several of the lights
had been turned off near the cafeteria. If his attention weren’t
focused elsewhere, he probably would have paused to appreciate the humor of
a school like this attempting to save money in such a fashion.
Merlin’s heart stopped as he began to suspect what he was looking at,
but his fears weren’t confirmed until he took a few steps closer.
As he moved into range, the silhouette took sudden shape. Details and
color formed out of the darkness.
It was a little girl with long blonde hair tied into pigtails.
Probably no more than five years old. An odd thing to find standing alone in
the middle of a high school. Even odder, though, was the fact that she
was wearing (or rather, trying to wear) one of the school uniforms.
The white blouse would have served as more than enough for a dress, but
the girl refused to allow it-holding it bunched up instead, and
clinging to the plaid skirt that drooped off her waist and covered her tiny
Merlin might not have recognized the girl if he hadn’t been aware of
the unusual circumstances that made up this day, but leaning in closer to
the sobbing child his eyes grew wide.
’Jenny? Is that you?’]
’Umm, Tainted, can I talk to you for a minute?’ It was Merlin.
’One moment. I just gave all those cheerleaders down there the stamina
and flexibility of eighty year olds.’ I gestured towards them. ’Ha!
See there, that one on the left is holding her back. They just tried
to lift the middle one, and failed miserably. I want to see what they
do when it comes time for the splits...’
’... Right. Well, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
I didn’t realize you intended on sticking around.’
’Never let a good school go to waste. That’s what I always say.’
They didn’t make it. Not one of them. The room had already gotten its
fill of murmurs and fits of laughter, so the cheerleaders’ limping
exist was accompanied only by stunned silence.
’The thing is, you really aren’t familiar with the local area. I know
the people and their individual situations, and can make far more
appropriate decisions based on that information. So I think it might be
best if you just headed out. To the next town, maybe.’
I glanced up at this.
’Sure thing, Merlin. Didn’t mean to step on anybody’s toes.’
’Not a problem. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to have two age
manipulators in one place. It tends to get messy.’
I watched him slowly make his way out of the auditorium (it was
understandable, there was a big crowd to wade through). Sitting still, I
gnawed on my lower lip and occasionally looked up at the ceiling for no
particular reason. He glanced back towards me one last time as he reached
the large set of double doors to my far right, with the big green
’Exit’ sign glowing above them. I offered a smile and a big thumbs up-then
he was gone.
I returned to my typing.
::The key to writing good AR is a certain sense of daring. It is more
about gut instinct than any kind of formula.::
A small group of teachers had remained behind to ensure order prevailed
over chaos. They were a solemn bunch. There were about five or six of
them moving through the aisles and spreading their own brand of
Christmas cheer to any student who didn’t maintain absolute silence.
Of course standard regression doctrine would call for some sort of role
reversal. A matter of finding some way to put the teachers in the
girls’ position and the girls in the teachers’ position. Something that
reeked of poetic justice.
Unfortunately, I’m not much of a poet.
Click, click, click...
::All of the present faculty members are beginning to question their
decision to dress up like Britney Spears today.::
The sudden flushes of embarrassment told me the room had gained a few
more plaid skirts. Of course the wrap-around tops were much more
revealing than the school dress code tended to allow, but as a teacher you
could sometimes get away with bending the rules. One woman in her late
forties had even been so bold as to wear the gold see-through number
that had caused such an uproar at the MTV music video awards. In the end
though, I think it was the two male teachers who were the most
I watched one of the new participants in my story pass by. She was
much more drawn in than I remembered her during her last lap. I couldn’t
blame her though, even as young as thirty-two, she still looked
ridiculous in pigtails.
I liked it.
It was difficult to know how to classify the effect. As the observer,
an older woman dressed in a little girl’s outfit brings age progression
to mind. It looked very similar to the whole ordeal in the office
earlier. However, within the woman’s own mind, dressing up like a child
must cause the same sort of humiliation that actually being regressed
does. All from a simple costume change. Delicious.
The voice pulled me from my thoughts.
It was Merlin.
’Do you remember when you said that you were going to leave; that you
didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes?’
I nodded. ’Yes...’
’Well, you didn’t leave. You just waited until I left and then kept
doing what you said you weren’t going to do anymore. And now you are
embarrassing several of my friends.’
I looked slowly left, then right. ’Okay...’
I waited to see if he would leave again.
’Well, do you think this time you could actually go, instead of just
trying to trick me.’
He stared at me for a long while. ’I’m not sure I believe you...’
I opened my mouth to respond, then thought better of it and just
started typing instead.
::Merlin turns around and leaves the room.::
After he left, I began to wonder how people would react if everyone in
the room simultaneously wet there pants...
[Missing Scene #2:
’What are we going to do?’
Merlin could see how worried Jenny was. He had used the remote to
restore her to the proper age, but it was obvious Tainted’s typewriter was
far more versatile. And now he couldn’t go back into the auditorium,
even if he did have the inclination to go into battle.
’He’s going to tear this school apart.’ She was rambling now; pacing
back and forth frantically. ’And then he is probably going to come
after me to finish the job.’
He shook his head. ’Not if he doesn’t realize there’s a job to
Jenny stopped, and looked up at him questioningly.
She was cute when she was confused.
’The key to victory,’ Merlin began, ’is always the one thing your
opponent doesn’t know.’
Then he lifted his hand, and pointed the remote at her.]
The answer is: They panic.
I watched as over a hundred girls in wet panties (I had already done
away with those nasty skirts which had been obstructing my view) ran
about in seemingly random directions, screaming. This had all the makings
of a great finale. I pictured the school converted into a massive
daycare center. The local baby product market and babysitter fees would
Click, click, click.
The red and green was replaced by pink frills.
Click, click, click.
Carriages, changing tables, diapers, cribs-they all began to rise up
out of the floor.
Click, click, click.
And most importantly, all the doors slammed shut. There was a glorious
booming of locks that sounded like a thousand soldiers bearing arms.
The whole world seemed to be in chaos, and yet I could feel my tight
control on every single detail. My eyes rolled back with pleasure. The
place I most love to be; so sweet the taste.
My plan had only one more step to completion. A few more words clicked
out on my wondrous machine and it would be done. I watched all the
panty-clad girls as they bounded about the room in a frenzy. Wild hair,
teary cheeks. They wouldn’t even begin to understand what humiliation
was until they felt that first bit of warmth spreading through a crinkly
white diaper held firmly to their little behinds.
::All the girls in the room regress to age--::
I stopped. Something in the crowd that was out of place... A little
five year old girl coming towards me. Her skirt was gone too, of
course, but it didn’t matter due to the length of her blouse.
She looked at me. Eyes wide with fright.
’Don’t I know you?’
The fear was replaced by sudden anger. ’You saw me in the hall and you
did this to me!’ She piped.
I thought back. ’Oh yes, now I remember.’
’I want you to turn me back!’
’Boy, did you come to the wrong place.’
I turned my attention back to the typewriter. Let her throw a temper
tantrum, I thought. In a few moments she won’t even have the balance to
stomp her feet.
::All girls in the room regress to age--::
Then something occurred to me.
’Wait a minute. You’re the only person I had any contact with before I
came in here. And when Merlin entered, he was already angry. Which
I looked up in shock. And that’s when I saw the remote.
It all went downhill from there.
My custom tailored suit wilted like a flower all around me. First
wrinkles, and then the material began to hang limply off my dwindling
limbs. I went for my typewriter; my only savior, but the little scoundrel
lunged at me and knocked that spectacular representation of human
achievement to the floor. I heard it shatter.
I stood amongst the gears and wires. Puberty was lost to me. I felt
my hands vanish into my sleeves. My knees felt week. They were much
smaller than I remembered them.
When my pants fell down around my ankles I heard the little tart
My shirt became a tent all around me. My balance gave out and I felt
my posterior strike the cold floor beneath me. I won’t mention whether
or not tears were involved.
When I began to wet all over myself I realized that I was probably no
more than a year old. The girl towered over me. She was smiling.
A few details aside, and I ended up back in the hall. Rolled out in a
pink baby carriage and dressed perfectly for the part.
’I’m sorry I had to put you in those things,’ the vixen explained as
she wheeled me towards Merlin who was waiting patiently near the offices,
arms folded, ’but the only baby supplies you conjured up were designed
I gurgled something out in response which I am certain sounded rather
’Looks like the plan worked.’
’Yep!’ The brat beamed.
’I doubt anyone involved will be eager to explore today’s events any
further, so it looks like we’ve taken care of everything.’
Merlin and I both looked towards the girl. She was still holding the
remote, which she now had pointed at herself.
’Oh, of course,’ Merlin commented. ’You’ll want to get back to your
She did so. And with only a blouse to cover her, I was presented with
a view that I, in my current condition, was unable to fully appreciate.
But it didn’t stop there. The girl continued to age: into a twenty
year old bombshell who was forced to lose even her meager top, then,
standing there completely naked, her body matured into an attractive thirty
years, past even that and settling-with only a few extra wrinkles to
show for it-into her early forties.
Merlin appeared stunned.
’I figure after all we’ve been through, I can’t let you go without at
least one date to show for it.’ Her smile was so big I thought it might
leap off her face. It was sickening.
’Sounds good to me. I think we’ll have to find you some clothes first
though-most restaurants would refuse service otherwise.’
She looked down at herself and blushed. ’Oh ya!’
The girl made some meager attempt to cover her newfound assets, then
her beady little eyes shifty towards me. ’But what about him?’
’We’ll change him back after he’s had a chance to learn his lesson.
For now though, I think we’d better get a hold of a babysitter.’
I saw Merlin’s form draw closer to my small quarters. ’I told you,
Tainted. More than one age manipulator in one place...and it gets messy.’
I assume he was referring to my unexpected accident that was just