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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: d2og | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 7, 2018
Chapter Description: Elizabeth wakes up to find herself perceived as even younger still in a brand new room fitting her new age. She's forced to spend the day in kindergarten and finds herself acting more and more like her age. After she embarrasses herself in front of the whole school, Elizabeth begins to wonder if she's forgetting what it's like to be an adult.
"Lizzy, sweetie! Wake up! Don"t wanna be late for school!", her father called from the kitchen.
Elizabeth yawned and rubbed her eyes. The sun had yet to rise and her room was dark save for the soft glow of the nightlight next to her bed. She flicked on the lamp next to her and spent a brief moment caught between feeling out of place and weirdly used to her surroundings.
Wait...a nightlight"¦
Suddenly the room didn"t seem so familiar so Elizabeth. Rachel"s spell had done its work on her again while she slept and now her room looked even more childish than the horse covered room her sister Megan had. Her floor was now wall-to-wall pink carpeting and was nearly covered in toys. An upended toy chest full of dolls and stuffed animals sat next to the cutesy pink dresser that had replaced her wardrobe. Worried and curious as to what she might find within, Elizabeth stood from her bed and approached the set of drawers.
I can"t believe she"s done more to me! Not again! Please!
Elizabeth felt herself begin to panic as she rifled through her dresser. The now pastel pink drawers contained row after row of neatly folded children"s clothes. Gone were all of her spaghetti strap tops and flattering shirts; furthermore, she could hardly find a single piece of clothing that wasn"t pink or had a cartoon character on it. All of her skirts were frilled, all of her shorts had elastic waistbands; and every single one of her bottoms was decorated in some way with a cutesy floral pattern.
H-How young am I now? Why won"t she leave me alone? Elizabeth thought to herself, her eyes wet from frustration.
The bottom dresser drawer was the last Elizabeth checked. With shaky hands, Elizabeth pulled back on the metal handle and grimaced at the childish pastel panties that were arranged in neat rows inside. She grabbed a pair at random: a pink pair of Barbie briefs with the doll"s face on the crotch. The cotton fabric was soft to the touch as she turned it over in her hands.
At least they"re cute...and...I mean...I always liked Barbie...w-wait"¦! That"s not right...right?
Elizabeth let the panties fall back into the drawer, her eyes fixated on a small pink package in the drawer she had not noticed before. Tucked away behind the underwear was a small half-empty package of what the label described as: Bedtime Underwear.
"No, no, no"¦", Elizabeth whimpered. What had initially been ignored due to her shock of waking up in a children"s room, became painfully obvious as she stared at the package. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and down at her waist. There poking out of her pajama bottoms was the waistband of a pair of purple disposable panties. Her lips trembled as she fell on her butt and looked down at her crotch. Now that she sat on the floor, the dampness of her underwear was obvious to her. She lifted the elastic waistband of her pajama pants and stared at the yellowed crotch of her panties. So distraught was she, that she hardly noticed her sister enter the room.
"Did you have an accident, Lizzy?", Megan asked. Elizabeth felt terribly small sitting in her wet nighttime panties on the floor. She could hardly get out a single word she was so upset. "Mom! Lizzy wet the bed again."
"N-no! Don"t tell mommy!", Elizabeth pleaded.
Mommy?! Did that just come out of my mouth?!
Within seconds, their mother was already at Elizabeth"s bedroom door. "Did you have an accident, sweetie?", she asked Elizabeth, then turned to Megan and said, "Why don"t you go eat breakfast with daddy. I"ve gotta get your little sister cleaned up and dressed."
LITTLE SISTER?! How young am I?, Elizabeth wondered.
Megan quickly left the room, excited to eat, and left Elizabeth alone with their mother. "Let"s get you out of those wet undies kiddo."
"I"m not a kid! I"m a big girl...where are all my bras mommy--mom?", Elizabeth whined.
Her mother just laughed. "You"re way too young for bras sweetheart. And I know you"re a big girl. That"s why we"re gonna get you out of your wet panties and in some big girl underwear. Then we"ll get some breakfast in your tummy and you"re off to kindergarten." Her mother grabbed her shirt and lifted it off her head. Next came her pajama bottoms and Elizabeth was left naked save for the soaked underwear around her waist.
"I"m not just a big girl! I"m a grown up! I"m not gonna go out with no bra on my boobies!"
Boobies?! What"s happening to me...why am I talking like a dumb baby!
"Alright. I see you have an active imagination this morning. Why don"t you take off your wet underwear and wait for mommy to come back, okay?"
Without thinking, Elizabeth responded, "Okay mommy."
Elizabeth groaned at her own juvenile vocabulary as she removed her underwear and waited patiently for her mother to return. After a few moments she reentered the room with the very same lace bra Elizabeth had worn when she was last seen as an adult. She grew excited as her mother pulled her arms through it and hooked it in the back for her; however, Elizabeth knew almost immediately that something was off.
She was certain that this was the exact same bra and she knew that her mother was close to her in cup size, but nonetheless the bra kept falling off. It made no sense to her. From Elizabeth"s point of view the bra fit fine, but somehow it came sliding down her breasts and to her waist.
"Satisfied, Lizzy? Now, come on with have to get you dressed. You"re going to be late for school."
What"s the matter? Why won"t it fit? This is my bra!
Elizabeth"s mother reached forward to help her out of the bra, but Elizabeth slapped her hands away. "Nuh-uh! I can do it!" She then reached back and began to fiddle with the hooks. Her fingers felt clumsy, almost numb as she tried to unhook the bra. A task that was once so easy to her was suddenly one of the most difficult things she had ever done. Before long, Elizabeth began to sob as she gave up and fell forward into her mother. She felt her mom unhook the bra in one quick motion before she stood and pulled Elizabeth to her feet with her. "Come on sweetie. No more playing around."
There was no fight left to Elizabeth after that. She let her mother dress her like the child everyone treated her as. Her mother encouraged her as she held a pair of bright pink princess panties out for Elizabeth to step in. Next came a denim overall dress that, much like her other outfits, left the lower part of her butt exposed. A slight bend at the waist would give everyone a clear view of the bright sparkly font that spelled out "Princess" on her rear. A pair of frilly knee-high socks were put on her feet. Then her mother pulled Elizabeth"s hair up in pigtails and quickly dragged her into the dining room for some breakfast before they had to rush out the door.
Elizabeth sulked as she ate, annoyed at everything; including the juvenile princess plate and cutlery her pre-cut-up food had been given to her on. After that her mother helped her brush her teeth and brought her over to the front door so that they could get on her shoes and grab her backpack.
She stomped her foot in frustration as she got a good look at the pink plastic backpack and the childish selection of shoes she had to pick from. Elizabeth chose the least embarrassing pair she could find: a pair of light pink sneakers with white laces. She plopped down on the floor and pulled them on her feet, no longer surprised when something that should fit a child easily slipped on her.
"Honey no, those are Megan"s. We don"t have time for you to try and tie your laces right now.", her mother said.
Elizabeth ignored her, determined to prove she had some part left of her that wasn"t some dumb little kid. Um...over, under, and around? Oh gosh...I-I can"t remember...h-how do I tie my shoes?!
Irritated, Elizabeth"s mother pulled the sneakers off her and replaced them with a pair of light-up velcro shoes with the word "Princess" written down the side. "Moooooooommmmmmyyyy nooooooo! These shoes are for babies!", Elizabeth whined, her voice wavering like she might cry at any minute.
Elizabeth was picked up along with her new bag and dragged along to the car. Megan sat up front and their mother sat Elizabeth in the back on a purple booster seat. It was obvious that Elizabeth didn"t like it, but her mother was clearly done with her behavior.
They ended up just barely making it to school on time. Elizabeth was embarrassed to find that her, now older, sister would be the one escorting her to kindergarten. She struggled at first, continuing to look even more like the petulant child she would claim she was not, but quickly found that even her kid sister was stronger than her.
After she was dropped off, Elizabeth spent the morning learning how to count double-digit numbers, went to recess, and even got to have story time. In a few hours she had grown so used to her surroundings that she was beginning to forget what it was like to be an adult at all. If Rachel hadn"t walked by their classroom right as they were heading out for lunch, Elizabeth might have spent the entire day thinking she was actually a five-year-old.
Elizabeth made sure her teacher, Mrs. Wilkens, wasn"t looking before she quietly snuck out of the room and after Rachel. What"s she doing over here...it"s class time right now, Elizabeth wondered.
After about a minute of walking, Elizabeth suddenly realized that she was lost. She felt herself grow scared as she looked down both ways of the hall, unsure of which way she came. Easily distracted as ever, Elizabeth found herself calm as she looked over the student coloring pages that had been pinned to the wall. Out of habit she should have lost years ago, Elizabeth began to pick her nose as she looked over them. One in particular caught her eye, a poorly colored picture of a mermaid signed with her name. Only it looked more like "Lissy" since she clearly couldn"t write her "z"s right.
"Well aren"t you just so precious now, Lizzy? Did you get lost? Do you need your babysitter to help get you back to class?" Elizabeth turned to see Rachel behind her, a smug grin on her face.
"S-Shut up! You"re gonna stop making me a baby right now or I"m gonna...I"m gonna"¦", Elizabeth found herself at a loss for words, suddenly aware of how much older Rachel felt compared to her.
"You"re gonna what, little girl? Are you gonna cry?", Rachel teased.
"I"m not a little girl! I"m a big girl--an adult, I mean...a-and I demand you change me back!" Elizabeth did her best to appear confident and grown up; a difficult task given her pigtails, childish outfit, and light-up velcro sneakers.
Rachel chuckled to herself and looked around them. The bell had just rang for next period and the halls were flooded with students and teachers alike. Thrilled at what she had in mind for Elizabeth, Rachel sneered at the regressed woman before her, "Alright Lizzy, no need to throw a temper-tantrum. I"m more than happy to give you what you want."
With a snap of Rachel"s fingers, the world perceived Elizabeth as the adult she was. Elizabeth was thrilled for a brief moment, thankful to be out of the waking nightmare her life had become; however, her excitement was short-lived. While Rachel had indeed taken back the spell that forced everyone to see Elizabeth as younger, she had not undone the mental regression or changed her wardrobe. Elizabeth cowered behind Rachel and clutched at the younger girl"s skirt, desperate to avoid the stares of the students and faculty that could see her.
"Look at you Lizzy...or should I start calling you Ms. Turner again? How embarrassing to be a grown woman, a teacher, and dressed up like a little girl. I wonder how long it"ll be before one of the teachers sees you like this?" Rachel was beside herself with delight as Elizabeth began to cry and whimper.
"No, no, no! Rachel yo-you"ve gotta help me"¦", Elizabeth begged. She looked over Rachel"s shoulder to see that many of the students had stopped to stare at them. Some had pulled out their phones and others were openly laughing at the display. From the corner of her eye she could see Mrs. Maxwell approaching, looking in their direction.
Oh no...if she sees me...I"ll get in so much trouble...I don"t want mommy to spank me again...I-I mean...my job...my job! Elizabeth thought, her mind racing.
"Does this mean the grown up Ms. Turner wants me to make everyone see her as little Lizzy again? You must love being in kindergarten. Being an adult must be so hard if you want to go back to spankings and naps.", Rachel teased.
Desperate to avoid being seen by Mrs. Maxwell, Elizabeth nodded, "Y-yes...please"¦"
"Alright. I"ll do it, but I want you to do some things. First, you"re going to promise to behave yourself from now on and that means acting your age; and second, you"re going to ask properly. Understand, Lizzy?"
Many of the students began to grow curious. Some even began to approach them, unsure if what they were seeing was actually true. "Is that Ms. Turner?", someone asked.
"I think it is! What the heck is she wearing?", another person chimed in.
"Are those light up sneakers? Why"s she dressed like a little kid?"
Elizabeth bit her lip in frustration. I can"t believe I have to beg for this...I hate her so much! She"s such a meanie!
"I-I understand...I promise to behave myself...and act my age. So could you p-pretty...please make me a little girl again"¦"
Rachel smiled, satisfied with Elizabeth"s display. "Good girl, Lizzy!" She snapped her fingers and things changed back to how they were a few minutes prior. Elizabeth couldn"t believe the relief she felt at having the world see her as a six-year-old girl again.
"Now, I know someone who needs to get back to her classroom for naptime. You always get so cranky when you"re tired.", Rachel said, obviously delighted to continue teasing the regressed adult. Elizabeth let her take her by the hand and lead her back to her classroom. She did her best not to cry, as bad as she felt she couldn"t let Rachel see her being "cranky".
Just cause she made me like this doesn"t mean I"m a big girl! I-I"ll have to be sneaky...I-I can think of something after my nap...I"ll be able to think...when I"m less...sweepy"¦
Elizabeth yawned, unable to fight the sudden urge to fall asleep. By the time Rachel had walked her back to her class, Elizabeth was more than willing to let the teacher lead her to her mat and lay her down. Without thinking, Elizabeth began to suck on her thumb as sleep took her.
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Elizabeth awoke to find herself curled up in a ball underneath a small Barbie blanket. The mat underneath her head and the cheek she had been sleeping on were covered in drool. She lifted the blanket, worried that she might have wet in her sleep again.
I can"t believe I"ve been reduced to checking my panties to see if they"re wet after nap time"¦
Her surroundings were the same as before, save that aside from the teacher she was the only one there. "U-um...Mrs. Wilkens? Where is everybody?", Elizabeth asked.
Mrs. Wilkens turned around, a pair of fairy wings and sparkly dress in her hands. "They"re all in the auditorium. You were sleeping like a log so I figured I"d let you nap a little while longer."
"W-what"s that for?", Elizabeth asked and pointed her finger at the outfit in Mrs. Wilkens hands.
"It"s your costume silly.", Mrs. Wilkens replied, "For the play, remember? The whole school is going to be there. Isn"t that exciting?"
Elizabeth felt her entire body tense as she stared at the sparkly fairy wings and dress. "Uh...um...b-but Mrs. Wilkens...that sounds scary...I don"t know if I wanna"¦"
Mrs. Wilkens shushed her with a finger and pulled Elizabeth"s dress up and over her head. "We"re already running behind, Lizzy. You"ve been excited for this all week. Just remember your lines and you"ll be fine."
"M-my lines?", Elizabeth stammered.
"Yes, Lizzy. Now hold your arms up."
Elizabeth did as she was asked without hesitation. Once her dress and wings were on, Mrs. Wilkens dragged her in front of a mirror and fussed over the costume. Elizabeth cringed as she looked at herself. A grown woman, her hair in pigtails and wearing an outfit way too small for her. The princess print of her panties were plainly visible through the lace trim at the bottom of the dress and the fairy wings and wand Mrs. Wilkins insisted she carry made things all the more embarrassing.
Before she could protest, Mrs. Wilkens had taken her by the hand and began to escort her down the hall. Elizabeth could feel herself become overwhelmed with stage fright as they passed by the front entrance to the auditorium. She could see over the massive crowd of the student body and faculty to the small stage where her classmates were stumbling over their lines. Soon they passed through the rear entrance and Elizabeth found herself behind the curtain and mere feet from the stage.
"I-I"m scared Mrs. Wilkens"¦", Elizabeth whimpered. She was nearly frozen with fear. It was like a bad dream: being forced up on stage and not knowing a single line.
"You"ll do fine sweetheart. You just have one line: "Did someone say "magic"? That"s easy, right?", Mrs. Wilkens said, doing her best to console Elizabeth.
Elizabeth did her best to remember her line. Did someone say "magic"? Did someone say "magic"? Did someone say "ma--, but as Mrs. Wilkens gently pushed her out on stage, she instantly forgot it all.
Rachel had to keep herself from bursting into laughter as Elizabeth appeared on stage. While everyone treated her like a kid, she could see her for what she was: a grown woman dressed in a fairy outfit. It was obvious that she was terrified. She could hardly walk and when it came time for her line she could barely get the first word out. Her lips trembled as she spoke: "D-D-did s-s-someone...umm"¦" Elizabeth looked offstage, obviously having forgotten her lines. The audience began to chuckle and "awww" at the little girl having so much trouble on stage.
Mrs. Wilkens couldn"t help but feel bad for the poor girl looking at her desperately for help. Doing her best to make things easier for Elizabeth, she mouthed the line to her from behind the curtain. Elizabeth bit her lip to keep herself from crying as she tried her best to repeat what Mrs. Wilkens had just said. "D-Did someone say "m-magic"?"
Rachel couldn"t help but grin as Elizabeth beamed at her own minor accomplishment. The over-confident woman she once was had disappeared, replaced by a vulnerable little girl who could barely keep herself from crying. She almost felt bad for what she did next.
"Magic, hmm?", Rachel whispered under her breath. She snapped her fingers and waited for the payoff.
Elizabeth could hardly believe that she had managed to say the line. She would"ve never guessed saying a single sentence in front of a room full of strangers would"ve been so hard. Having regained some of her confidence, Elizabeth made to move offstage. Only she couldn"t; instead, Elizabeth stood perfectly still at center-stage. She felt a sudden pressure in her bladder and realized that she needed to go to the bathroom immediately.
All eyes fell on her as she awkwardly continued to stand on the stage despite her part being over. She could feel the pressure building with each passing second and felt her eyes well-up with tears as she squeezed her thighs together to stave off the urge to pee. When that didn"t work, her hands shot to her crotch and applied pressure; but nothing would work. Elizabeth gasped as the first few spurts of urine soaked the crotch of her panties and began to leak down the side of her thighs.
I-I"m peeing! No, no it"s not fair! Everyone"s gonna see! Mommy"s gonna take away my big-girl panties"¦
What was left of Elizabeth"s adult side left her for the time being as she covered her face and openly cried while her bladder continued to empty on herself. Her classmates laughed at her as they all watched her humiliate herself, while most of the older students felt bad for the poor girl on stage.
"Lizzy"s peeing!", one girl said with a laugh.
"She"s just a big baby! Look at her wet herself.", another one of her classmates added.
"Lizzy needs diapers!", another girl teased.
"Wahhhhhhhh!", Elizabeth wailed.
Once she had finished wetting herself, her legs finally allowed her to move and she quickly ran off stage. Mrs. Wilkens managed to catch her and console Elizabeth while she cried in her arms.
"I-I"m not a baby...I"m not a baby mommy!", Elizabeth cried, completely unaware that she had just called the teacher mommy. Some of the other students that were backstage snickered at her comment, only upsetting her more.
"Shhhhhh...it"s okay. I know you"re not a baby. Big girls can have accidents. Oh look Lizzy, your big sister"s here."
Elizabeth looked up to see her, once regarded as younger, sister approach along with Rachel. She buried her head in Mrs. Wilkens chest from the embarrassment.
"Megan, Rachel would you mind taking little Lizzy here to the classroom and get her cleaned up. I still have to keep an eye on the rest of the class.", Mrs. Wilken asked.
Rachel smiled down at Elizabeth as Megan took her sister by the hand and dragged her out of Mrs. Wilkens lap, "Come on Lizzy. We need to get you changed before you get a rash or something."
Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson
by: d2og | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 7, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation