The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 11
Moments Lost to Time

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Chapter Description: As the fall season nears its end, so too must the story of Lizzy's and Rebecca's transformed lives.

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[size=2]“Say cheese!” The camerawoman said with wide grin spread across her face as the camera she manned flashed over her subject.

“Cheese!” Lizzy Baxter said as she matched the woman’s smile.

Today was picture day at Edwardson Elementary School and the 8 year old Growndown woman was dressed in her finest clothing. She wore a wonderful white dress arrayed in blue and green flowers with a nice little Peter Pan collar at its neckline. The dress had once belonged to Lizzy’s mother, Emily Baxter, when she was a youthful 3rd grader like Lizzy in years past.

This was a common sentimental moment between mother and daughter, which united them as young girls through space and time and allowed the daughter to walk in the footsteps of her mother. But only in the valley town of New Springs was this situation reversed; as it was Lizzy herself that was the one that had bought this very dress for Emily.

Though such a thought did not bother little Lizzy anymore. That memory, along with other moments from Elizabeth’s adulthood, had been stowed away by Facilitation. Little Lizzy could still remember her past if she truly wanted to, but like so many others that had been touched by the power of New Springs, she was thoroughly enjoying her second trip through girlhood.

This was the new life of Lizzy Baxter, once a woman but a child here and now, and not expected to do adult things for many years to come. That was the responsibility for adults like the aging camerawoman and Grownups like her teacher Ms. Brownwood.

“I adore your headband little one.” The camerawoman said to Lizzy as she stepped away from the photo set.

“Thanks!” Lizzy said with her usual bubbly flair, “My mommy said it would look nice for the photo. It’s something I used to wear when I was woman like you.”

The camerawoman whose blonde hair was greying gave a polite giggle, “You Growndowns are the sweetest things. Better than actual children if I do say so myself.”

Lizzy smiled at the compliment, “Maybe you’ll be a Growndown like me someday so you can get your own picture taken.”

The older woman smiled, “You never know what the seasons will bring little one, Growing down doesn’t sound so bad to me these days.”

As Lizzy walked away from the camerawoman she saw little Debbie stroll to where she had just posed for her photo. It had been a couple weeks since Debbie and Helen had become Growndowns like Lizzy and the rest of her classmates, but the two had integrated well into Ms. Brownwood’s class. Though both of them were older than Lizzy, Kimmy, and Gracie, the five of them had become fast friends because they were all very geeky girls.

Debbie for example was a dorky, but funny girl with enormous brown hair that was nearly bigger than Debbie’s own head. She currently wore a dark blue overall dress which Lizzy thought looked cute on her. Debbie claimed seniority within their patchwork of friends in Ms. Brownwood’s class but she was humble about her preteen age and never teased her younger friends.

Helen too was the quite the geek. Though she had developed a love of soccer in her newfound girlhood and often dictated the friend group’s recess time, she was the only regressed woman that actually needed glasses in her second childhood. The large round and rimmed glasses she wore now added a delightful aura to Helen that would have been impossible to see when she was still was a career driven woman by the name of Helena.

Day to day school life in Ms. Brownwood’s classroom was beginning to feel a bit mundane to the Growndown schoolgirl. As everyone but Debbie and Helen had taken and passed the Facilitation tests that confirmed their successful mental regressions, the Growndown men and women were all just focusing on individualized lesson plans that were meant to catch them back up with their grade level peers before they were officially transferred to their new classes. Which was to begin starting next week, effectively making this the last day the class was all together.

Actual schoolwork was much different than she had expected it to be. She had mastered 3rd grade years ago and yet she found herself struggling to do it all again so quickly. Being a student was completely different experience than being a teacher as she had learned, but at least Kimmy and Gracie were there to help her. She hoped that they would all be transferred to the same 3rd grade class together.

Lizzy crossed the gym back towards Ms. Brownwood. As most of her classmates were still getting their pictures taken she decided to use this chance to speak her mind to her former student turned teacher.

The one boy that was ahead of her, the former gym teacher must have had similar thoughts as he was also talking to Ms. Brownwood.

“I’m so glad you and your mom are getting along so well.” Ms. Brownwood said to the 10 year old boy.

“Yeah.” The boy said with a clever grin, “It’s nice being spoiled by your ex-wife.”

“That’s all in the past now. She’s just your mom now and you should let her know how much you appreciate her as one.” Ms. Brownwood suggested, “Give her a big hug and kiss when you see her again and let her hold you as long as she likes.”

The boy seeing Lizzy approach went red from embarrassment, “I guess I can do that.”

Ms. Brownwood gave a sweet laugh, “There’s nothing embarrassing about loving your mom young man. You can enjoy kissing her too. Run along now I think Lizzy here needs to talk to me.”

The little jock ran off to wait for his small group of male teachers turned into boys. Lizzy didn’t speak with them that much but she could tell they were enjoying their new lives as elementary schoolboys just as much as the former women were enjoying being back in elementary school again

Ms. Brownwood was as lovely as ever today on picture day. She was dressed in the same apple decorated outfit she had worn on their first day of class together which showed off her gorgeous dark auburn hair along with her large boobies.

“Hey Lizzy what can I do for you?” Her teacher asked her.

“Ms. Brownwood,” Lizzy began, “I wanted to thank you for being such a great teacher to me. You’re really nice and beautiful and I think it’s really cool that I got to learn so much from one of my own students.”

Ms. Brownwood sniffed and Lizzy could see that she was beginning to tear up, “Oh Lizzy you sweet girl! Give me a hug!”

Within an instant Lizzy found herself being embraced by her teacher. The Grownup girl’s large boobs squeezed themselves against Lizzy’s deflated chest. She teared up herself, “You really are a great teacher Ms. Brownwood.”

Ms. Brownwood cried again, “And a horrible student Lizzy. You were such a kind and soft woman while I was impatient and disrespectful to you. I’m sorry it was me of all people that took your adult life away from you”

“What?” Lizzy was confused. “I don’t think it was your fault, I had forgotten how hard being a kid was until New Springs made me one again. I’m glad it did.”

Ms. Brownwood put her hand on Lizzy’s little shoulders and looked her directly in the face, “Being a teacher is a hard job. I too never appreciated the responsibilities of the position until I was one myself. I always felt like I stole this job away from you, but maybe you’re right, I feel like a lot of you has passed into me. Your knowledge, your experience, your wisdom, all of it went to me. I’m going to continue teaching here like you did Lizzy. I want to keep that torch alive while you grow up into a new woman.”

“When I grow up again you can give it back to me.” Lizzy joked.

“Do you still want to teach Lizzy? You’re only 8 years old, you can be anyone you want to from this age.” Ms. Brownwood told her.

“Teaching is my dream. It’s fun being on the other side again but I want to be right back where you are right now when I’m grown-up again.” Lizzy explained.

“I’m glad Lizzy and I’m going to do the best I can to carry on your example as a teacher until you can do so again yourself. We Grownups are going to do the best we can do build a world where stressed adults don’t have to deal with stubborn kids. Where Rebecca’s can live happily as Becky’s and Lizzy’s can be proud of being Elizabeth’s.” Ms. Brownwood said as she kissed Lizzy’s nose with a loud smooch.

“Can we be friends after I leave your class?” Lizzy asked

Ms. Brownwood beamed, “We’re already friends Lizzy Baxter. But it will be up to Kimmy, Gracie, and you to come visit me in your free time after class together.”

Lizzy exploded in surprise, "We’re going into the same class together!"

"Of course." Ms. Brownwood replied. "I won’t be responsible for separating such adorable little women from each other."

Lizzy hugged her teacher even harder than before and kissed the auburn hair woman on her cheek, "Thank you Ms. Brownwood! You’re the best!"

It was not too long after when the entire class got together for the class wide photo. The strangeness the former teachers and staff all felt at being students within their own school was completely gone. The vice-principal was just a popular preteen now, the guidance counselor was just a preppy know-it-all now, and the gym teacher was just a spoiled jock now. They were 5th graders, 4th, graders, and 3rd graders; their old lives gave them history, gave them context but they were firmly entrenched into their brand new lives as elementary schoolchildren now. That was going to be their day to day existence for now on.

Lizzy found herself between Kimmy Yong and Gracie Marshall. Her best friends in the whole valley. It was hard to believe they had just been colleagues with one another in their old life as adult women. They had done so much together as girls, she practically saw them as adoptive sisters and now the trio held each others hands as the camerawoman took their class photo.

“Alright kids.” Ms. Brownwood said, “Let’s get back to class so you can all finish up your lessons plans for next week.”

Looking at her classmates, Lizzy wondered how the adults they were would have viewed themselves now as children. Not a single one of them would have thought they would find themselves living as elementary schoolkids again but here they all were. Would they have been ashamed? Saddened? Angry?

A faint, ghostly image of Elizabeth flashed in her mind’s eye. She barely recognized it, the idea of being so tall and having such a womanly body was alien to her now, but she recognized her own adult face just the same. It looked happy for Lizzy but also envious of her new life. An approval if she ever saw one. Little Lizzy figured the other Growndowns felt the same way.

A few hours later, after Principal Armstead had gone over the afternoon announcements and Ms. Brownwood had dismissed class. Lizzy said her goodbyes to her friends.

“Bye-bye guys!” she sang as she went deeper into the school.

“Bye Lizzy!” Kimmy shouted after her.

“Don’t forget the sleepover at Debbie’s tomorrow!” Gracie reminded her.

“I won’t!” Lizzy yelled back. “Bye!”

In times past, Lizzy had rode the bus home from school. But as the seasons change so did her routine. She waited by the entrance to the 1st grade and Kindergarten hallway gazing at all the various little kids, looking for her mark.

He eventually appeared with his usual partner in crime.

“Eric!” Lizzy called out, “Don’t keep me waiting for so long!”

Eric Baxter was an adorable little boy now. At just 5 years old and a whole career in elementary school ahead of him, Eric had taken his regression surprisingly well along with being the baby of the Baxter family. Lizzy was almost jealous of that, remembering her brief stint as the youngest Baxter child.

But looking at his cute brown hair and his wide eyed face it intensely reminded Lizzy of the first time he had been a kindergartner. Eric was still her firstborn, even though she was just as much as a child as he was now. But she truly felt satisfied in being able to look out again for him not as his mother, but as his big sister.

“Sorry Lizzy.” Eric said, “We were talking about Dinosaurs. Dylan doesn’t think T-Rex’s are the best.”

“Dinosaurs are all dead stupid.” Dylan dejectedly said.

Unlike Eric, who had gone back to playing with his old dinosaur toys in a blink of the eye, Dylan still refused to accept that he was 5 years old all over again.

Dylan’s Facilitation into a little boy was a work in progress. While the little black hair boy remained best friends with Eric he avoided playing with anyone else his new age. He was still clearly frustrated with the reality of his transformation into a Growndown and how it was received by his family. His mom and dad had taken his regression as a miracle and apparently refused to acknowledge that Dylan had been anything other than a 5 year old in kindergarten.

Lizzy didn’t think that was the best way to treat a Growndown teenager, but there were worst fates than being dotted on constantly by genuinely loving parents and showered with toys.

“I like triceratopses.” Lizzy said with a generous smile to Dylan, “They’re big and strong and don’t let anyone mess with them.”

A reluctant smile spread across Dylan’s face, “They’re cool, but raptors are cooler.”

Dylan was going to be alright.

Allowing Eric to say goodbye to his best friend, the brother and sister then proceeded to the pick-up and drop off lane at the front of the elementary school. Most of the children had already been picked up by their loved ones so it was no trouble at all for Lizzy to spot her old car waiting for them.

“Race you to mommy!” Lizzy shouted and ran as fast her backpack allowed to her to run.

“No fair meanie!” her little brother screamed.

Lizzy quickly opened the back door to the passenger section and slid into the booster seat directly behind the driver’s seat.

“How was picture day babies?” Lizzy’s mommy turned back and asked. “Am I going to get good photos of you two?”

In Lizzy’s eyes Emily Baxter was woman beyond adoration. With wide hips and thighs, big boobs, and long brown hair; Lizzy was all but sure she was gazing at herself from her old life as a woman.

“Yes mommy!” Eric confirmed to his former little sister which got a quick smooch from the Grownup girl.

“What about you princess?” her mommy asked.

“I won’t look nearly as pretty as you were in this dress.” Lizzy said

Emily smirked, “Mommy’s little princess is the biggest liar.”

The 40 year old girl gave her little woman of a daughter an onslaught of kisses, starting from her forehead, down to her nose, and finally the Grownup girl gave the Growndown woman a long smooch on her little lips.

“You got me.” Lizzy giggled, “I really love this dress.”

Emily shifted gears and started to drive home, “I knew you would princess.”

Strapped into her booster seat, still blushing from kissing her mom, Lizzy couldn’t help but smile at her new life. Here she was: a 42 year old woman with the body and mind of an 8 year old girl being driven home by her own 13 year old daughter turn grown woman. She truly enjoyed being cared for by Emily. It was everything she hadn’t realized she ever wanted after her birthmother past away years ago.

While Emily took after Elizabeth’s adult self, she actually acted much more like Lizzy’s birthmother (or was she now her grandmother? That was a task for the Grownup scholars to figure out, though most of them were still children at the moment). After Halloween night when the middle schooler found herself transformed into a 40 year old woman, Emily had fled back into her room once their dad had returned them to their house.

Ethan had done his best to talk to Emily but she only ever responded to Lizzy. Still dressed in her Disney princess costume, Lizzy entered their shared bedroom to find Emily an emotional wreck. Lizzy hardly heard the muffled words of the Grownup girl crying into her pillow but nonetheless crawled into the grown woman’s arms and slept in her bed the entire night. When aged daughter and regressed mother woke up in each other arms the next morning. Lizzy told Emily she enjoyed the role reversal and that she would pledge herself to be the best daughter for Emily she could be if Emily did the same as her new mother.

Teary eyed Emily had agreed. She had now just been “mommy” to Lizzy ever since.

It wasn’t just the structure of the Baxter household that had been reworked. Their household life had been transformed since Emily had taken over as their mom. She was living as a housewife until Facilitation had finished taking effect, but thus far she had dramatically changed the Baxter household since even before Elizabeth’s regression. There was a renewed sense of family, every one of them felt the revitalized change.

The Baxter family portrait represented this perfectly. It looked only a handful of years old rather than a decade. Ethan held a 2 year Eric on his lap now while a 5 year old Lizzy was tightly held in Emily’s loving arms.

Lizzy always managed to find herself looking at the portrait whenever she walked back into the house.

It mystified Lizzy, after weeks of change this was the endgame of the Baxter family. She and her son were going to be raised by her husband and youngest daughter. Part of her felt like she should reject this bizarre outcome and yet the hardest hitting reality to the 3rd grader was how normal it all felt.

She didn’t want to go back to the ways things were before. When yucky coffee was practically the only thing keeping her going through life.

Besides at the end of the day, what was truly different about the Baxter family?

She still loved all the same people in her life, it was now just a different kind of love. If Emily was happy with being a Grownup then she and Eric would enjoy their second childhoods as Growndowns.

Once the three of them returned home, it was not long afterwards that Ethan had returned from work. Lizzy’s daddy had not been physically changed by New Springs and yet he really seemed all the different because of it. Within the span of a single season, the tired overworked man had his whole life reworked around him. He had a new wife that had once been his own daughter, his son on the verge of finishing public schooling was now restarting it, and of course the woman he had fallen in love with and married was now his little girl.

Ethan still found it difficult to accept this new reality at times. When he looked upon his sleeping wife in bed in the early morning before he departed to work, he wondered if he should be disgusted with himself for finding her so alluring.

He had helped create Emily, and yet this woman, seeming out of time and yet seemingly in the right place was not the moody teenybopper he once knew. She had shared far too many features of his former wife Elizabeth: the wide hips, homely breasts, and lovely face were all there. Even more, after washing his hands or taking a hot shower he would find himself imaging Emily in memories that should have normally been reserved for Elizabeth. The 5 year age difference between him and her made such a reality improbable, and yet he nonetheless began thinking of Emily as his long time wife

He also was coming around to having young children in the house again. He already gotten used to the idea of raising his former wife as his daughter but now his teenage son was just a little boy all over again. Despite himself, he enjoyed being about to pick up his son again and having a daughter that actually wanted to cuddle with him.

It was frankly refreshing to the 45 year old man and he was feeling increasingly comfortable about himself, he even thought about getting back into shape and getting some muscle back on his body. Emily no doubt, would enjoy that.

Dinner time was a splendid affair, and the Baxter’s spent the time reviewing their days as well as planning their weekend.

“So.” Ethan announced as he looked upon his wife. “Your mother and I are planning on going out on a dinner date.”

Emily continued, “Which means you two will need a babysitter.”

“I don’t want a babysitter!” whined Eric.

“Who’s it going to be mommy?” Lizzy asked with brimming excitement.

“Well,” Their mom stated and turned to Eric, “I know a certain teenager who’s good with Growndowns since she’s one herself.”

“Jenny?” Eric gulped.

“You wanted to get closer to her right baby?” She teasingly asked before playfully kissing his forehead. “Just imagine Dylan’s face when you tell him.”

After dinner Lizzy, the 8 year old Growndown woman, had settled herself down in her room dressed in her purple jammies before her early bedtime. She sat Indian style in front of her dollhouse with a family of four dolls in her lap. A husband and wife along with a girl and boy. She aimlessly played with the dolls for a bit before she started roleplaying.

In little Lizzy’s playtime, she imagined herself a full grown woman and her own daddy was now her husband. Her own mother was barely a teenager while her little brother was in high school. She loved the idea, it seemed so wacky to order her little teenage mommy around. Emily would have to do whatever she said since she was the mom. Lizzy even imagined herself teaching at her own elementary school. She imagined coming back from a long fulfilling day of teaching kids to her wonderful husband and her lovely teens and making them a nice satisfying dinner. Then going to bed with her favorite husband in the whole wide valley and (while pressing the two dolls together into a kiss) dong adult things with him in their bed.

To an 8 year old elementary schoolgirl, years away from growing up, such a fantasy seemed a wonderful reality. The young girl had yet to realize what it truly meant to be a real woman and a mother to young children like herself. But as surely as the seasons change, young Elizabeth’s life was only just beginning.

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Rebecca Brownwood carried Bobby into his Avengers themed bedroom. The 6 year old had long fallen asleep and so she gently tucked the boy into his little bed before kissing him goodnight.

She went back downstairs to send Amanda off, the two had spent the night watching a Pixar movie with their kids and so she found Amanda holding her half asleep Growndown daughter who was sucking on her favorite pacifier.

Amanda looked over to her, “Rebecca could you take Melly for a second?”

“Yeah of course.” Rebecca responded. She had lately grown quite attached to the 3 year old of late, she had bathed little Melly with Bobby the other night when Amanda had suddenly asked Rebecca to look after her regressed mother.

Rebecca held the chubby baby in her arms and whispered sweet nothings to the toddler so she could fall asleep. But Melly seemed compelled to keep her eyes open for some reason.

“Can you believe we’re here Rebecca?” Amanda asked her. “Girls turned into women raising our own parents turned into little children?”

“It’s a dream come true.” Rebecca admitted as she quietly plucked her lips against Melly’s cheek. “I sometimes wake up in the morning expecting to still be in Mrs. Baxter’s 5th grade class and I just giggle at the thought of that sweet little 8 year old having ever been a grown woman herself. It’s like an adorable dream.”

Amanda smiled, “Maybe it all was a silly dream, but Mrs. Baxter did something I will always remember her for. She brought us back together.”

“Oh please Amanda, there’s no need to get all romantic about-” Rebecca said only to be cut off.

“Rebecca Brownwood.” Amanda stated as she dropped to a single knee and pulled a small box from pocket, “I want to make this girlish fantasy between us a reality. Will you marry me?”

Rebecca felt herself suddenly turn to mush and yet her arms holding her would be step-daughter were as firm as stone.

Rebecca gave her answer, “Yes I will.”

Teacher’s Pet comes to its ending in: Epilogue[/size]

 

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