Opening Night

Chapter 1
Hour 1

Chapter Description: Dan has a chance encounter with an old student, and some of the actresses begin to feel the changes...

It was opening night of the school play, and the students at Halliday High were working furiously to get ready for the bevy of teachers, friends and family who would be coming to see their production of “Sorry, Wrong Number.” The crew was making the final touches on the bed laid out in perfect form at center stage, the actors going over blocking, and the director, Mr. Walter, sat quietly at the back of the auditorium. He was tense about the performance, but even more concerned that this was going to be his last year of directing at the school. With the new offer from the local theatre company, it seemed Mr. Walter was moving on to greater things. But his conscience was torn. This too, was the graduating year of the majority of the Drama Club, and the program would be surely decimated if he wasn’t there to recruit the timid underclassmen.

“Well...” he reclined with a sigh, “At least these were good times while they lasted...”

In that moment, amidst the chaos of teenagers running about, Mr. Walter heard a voice calling him.

“Dan! Hey, Dan, out here!”

It was familiar, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on the voice that lulled him away. He knew he didn’t have time for such a distraction, but there was something so enchanting about the way the voice swayed...It just seemed too familiar to ignore. He opened the back door, out into the hallway, and was amazed at what he saw.

It was Lilian, the first actress he ever directed in the school’s productions more than ten years ago. She was just a scared little freshman then, with no sense of direction, poor projection and her scrawny body hardly suited the southern belle he had tried to make her. Now 24, Lillian’s body exuded the radiance and maturity Mr. Walter never saw. Her breasts had filled out, swelling from the tiny buds he caught a glimpse of in the changing room to a bountiful C-cup that accentuated her low cut dress as she stood before him. Though Mr. Walter could never admit it, he had always thought Lili beautiful, but now she was a total knockout.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Dan?”

“Wow...Lilian...it’s like a dream! How are you doing? Are you in school? Acting? What are you doing with your...”

“Shhh...” She cut him off. “You look so terribly nervous. I came when I heard this would be your last production. You always were my favorite teacher, and, well, I wish I could have repaid the favor...”

She pushed her breasts forward, and Mr. Walter felt like he was caught. He told himself he had to look her in the eyes, but something even stronger than his sex drive pulled his eyes closer to Lillian’s chest. Then, Lilian let out a laugh.

“Oh dear, Mr. Walter! It seems you’re stuck.”

“You mean to tell me that you are making me stare at a former student’s chest? Lili, you know this is wrong!”

“Oh please, professor, you know you...sort of want to. And I mean...you already...have...”

With those words, the professor’s gaze still fixed to Lillian’s breasts, the impossible started to happen. Her breasts were shrinking! He wasn’t sure of it at first, but then it was clear it was happening. First her bra became visible in her large shirt, then as her breasts retreated to a more humble B-cup, the undergarment became entirely useless.

“Oh...so this is what being eighteen was like...yes now I remember! But when I was just fourteen I was so flat...”

With her nipples now in plain view, her breasts began to melt away into the A-cups of a skinny sophomore, her regression finally stopping when her breasts were no more than the tiny lumps that Mr. Walter had seen ten years ago. Suddenly free to look up, he saw the Lilian he remembered from years ago, naked, standing in a pile of her clothing. Averting his eyes, Mr. Walter was entirely perplexed.

“What’s going on? You’re...you’re young again! I mean...younger!”

“Oh professor, don’t you see? I’m a witch! And I can control the forces of time, space, even matter! If you’d like to be my age now, I think we could arrange...”

“No, that will be quite enough! Now I insist you should really lea-“

“-But what if you could have it all back again! Our drama program from so long ago! I can give you that power Mr. Walter, and I think now I will. Just be careful using it, OK? You see what it can do to a girl like me!”

And with that, Lilian was instantly restored to her current age of twenty-four, her clothing replaced on her body as if the ten-year regression she just experienced had never happened.

“Just make good use of it, OK Dan?”

And with that, she was gone. It all had happened so fast in front of him he couldn’t believe it was true. Did he have powers? Could he make things...younger? Go back in time? No, it had probably all just been a fantasy, he thought. Yes, yes, all of that was just a product of too much coffee and not enough sleep. There wasn’t any time to think about it though. He had a meeting with his actors in a couple of minutes.

“Wake up, Dan! He thought, “This is opening night!”

Moving back into the auditorium, he motioned to the three girls on stage, playing the parts of the telephone operators. Hannah, the oldest of the three, was short and thin, but despite her stature pulled off a pair of 34B breasts that seemed much larger on her tiny frame. The tall one, Rebecca, followed behind her, whose lithe 16-year-old body sported perky 32B’s. Izzy, only a freshman, was somewhat chubby, with her extra fat helping make the most of her otherwise ceremonious 32A bra. There was something wrong about these three being cast in the roles of chipper forties-era operators, Mr. Walter thought. He knew what had to be done. Calling them over, he informed them of the most “noticeable” characteristics of phone girls at the time, handed them a box of Kleenex, and sent them off to the changing room.

When the three arrived, they were less than thrilled.

“Can you believe Mr. W thinks we’re too flat to pull of these roles?” scoffed Hannah.

“Speak for yourself, ok? Maybe he has a point.” Rebecca laughed nervously while grasping her chest.

“Well, guys, I guess he’s right. Ummm...I’m going to go into the other corner for a second...OK? You should too!” Izzy headed off to try to make her bra stretch far enough to give her womanly curves. Dejected and proud of her busty frame, Hannah walked off with only a few sheets of the tissue to discreetly tuck in. Rebecca was left with the entire box, and removed her shirt, her black bra cups slightly wrinkled.

“Time to fill you girls up!” she mocked to her paltry chest.

Across the school, it occurred to Mr. Walter than maybe he didn’t need to send those girls off with a box of Kleenex anyways. Maybe he really did have powers! But there was only going to be one way to find out. Moving to the changing room door, he focused on the three girls inside.

“Um...well...magic? Go do your stuff!”

There was a biting irony in his words, and feeling rather silly, he walked away. However, inside the changing room, the girls began to notice something suspicious.

With her first sheet of tissue in hand, Hannah looked down at her white bra to find that there was already a mound of tissue wadded inside of her bra. Now she remembered! She had always been sort of self-conscious about her boobs, and felt they needed as much help as they could get. So she stuffed every once and a while...so what? She was almost a 34B, and her mom had promised they would go shopping next week because she was looking sort of busty. Sweet 16 was coming up...in a few months. Next semester. But hey, she was... bustier? Hannah hated when she borrowed her mom’s bras...they always made her boobs look smaller, especially given all of the paper she had to fill the cups with. Oh well...at least she was out of training bras. Ugh, that was so last year. She removed what she thought was the last of the tissue, revealing what she thought was her bare nipple...but wait...there was even more! Who was she kidding, going around wearing a bra? Fumbling with the clasp, Hannah swore not to steal mom’s clothing again. Where were her comfy training bras? Looking down again, she found her pants and pink panties at her ankles, as well as a pile of tissue paper and an empty 34B bra. She sat down and began to whimper as she realized her clothes weren’t fitting, and put her hand down to cover up her vagina, which was just starting to get hairy...she cried harder. She was a naked twelve year old in a high school changing room and wanted to go home.

Outside the room, however, Rebecca and Izzy saw very different results. Their bras seemed to be really, really...tight! Well, at least not empty, that’s for sure. Maybe Mr. W didn’t know what he was talking about after all! Rebecca unhooked her bra, and felt the full weight of her new chest, which seemed to be a full B-cup. Izzy, too, felt herself becoming older and more curvy, her hips now flaying outward. The girls were amazed by what was happening, and turned to look at each other’s new bodies.

Izzy, with a stunned look on her face, could only say “We’re not in the itty titty committee any more...!” The girls jumped up and down with excitement, cupping their breasts with joy. The tape measure in the corner caught Rebecca’s eye.

“Don’tcha think we’re gonna need some new bras for our totally awesome new boobs?”

“Oh, definitely!”

Thrilled to be bustier, and so much older looking, the girls measured their breasts to be perfect 32C’s.

“I can’t wait to graduate next year!”

“Oh me neither...hey, what’s the crying sound?”

The girls opened the door to find a scared, ten year old Hannah, flat chested and sexless.

They screamed out of shock. Something was going terribly wrong!

And there were only five hours until opening night...