Rest & Relaxation

Chapter 5
Flash

Mary Jane cried while just the right amount of blush was added to her face, as she grew ever more doubtful she would ever be returned to her proper age. To the way things were supposed to be. But now Peter could never believe this happened. He was so busy. This was so impossible. But now she had all that fame for her childhood. She could be a famous model. In a strange way, she was forgetting the life she had. A buxom actress on the rise was now a grade school student in a tight green swimsuit, powerless, spirit broken, and about to go out on her first photo shoot.

Her blonde counterpart and rival once more, Felicia Hardy, was examining her body. A major setback from the one she once had, but her small breasts were higher and firmer than before, and stood out perfectly in the tight white schoolgirl uniform she wore. Standing up and out of the makeup booth, she really looked the part of the innocent catholic girl she never was. A small cross on an even smaller pocket on her left breast, a green plaid skirt, high white socks on black buckled shoes.

“God.” She slowly blasphemed. “I look just a bit clich?, don’t you think?”

“Oh darling.” A small, familiar voice from the dark of the studio called out almost seductively. “Modeling is about doing tradition right, not about calling it clich?. And you, my dear, look just the part.”

For a second, Felicia’s mind began to hurt. She knew she was the Black Cat, but those memories were fading fast. In fact, all she wanted to do right now was model, not attempt her escape.

“Now, honey, you look absolutely wonderful. If you don’t mind, you’re going to have to wait a second while I go take a few shots of MJ. Just lie down on that bed there, your other model will be there in a second.”

Other model? She seemed a bit hesitant. Wasn’t she just making us younger so we could be the stars? She stopped herself mid thought. I need to stop thinking this is actually my life!

Across the hall, in the other studio, was a perfect recreation of a warm, summer beach, complete with sandcastles, an umbrella, and the sounds of an unseen ocean. And capping it off, was the redheaded, green-bodied Mary Jane Watson, just 9 years old, her red hair, missing teeth, and freckles bespeaking the youth she now captured.

“Now, Mary Jane, it seems you’ve finally gotten a shot to do some real bathing suit modeling. Shame that you don’t quite have the assets for it any more, but no matter. You will do just fine. Now, go on, play.”

MJ was nervous, knowing that at no point during this process would her age be safe from changing. No sooner had she leaned over to play with the beach ball in front of her, that she felt that woozy feeling in her knees, and the camera flash seemed to be a green tint, not the normal white she would have expected. Eight, and the tight, green one piece started to show some distinct looseness as she completely regressed to the body of a child, holding long on her shoulders, but near her privates, where once hung tight, showing the outline of a hairless sex, was now loose. Another green flash, and she fell over, the camera taking more clicks. She realized, now, that she was much shorter, her face rounder, and had she looked from the camera perspective, her dry, pink and useless sexual parts were fully exposed. She thought the suit was stupid now, so with a final green click, she climbed out of the now gaping neck that hung on her forearms, a chubby, but adorable six year old girl, so excited to be playing on the beach, unaware of the artifice.

“That should be perfect. Let her play a little longer before you clean her up. She looks so, so happy, don’t you think?”

Inside of the studio Felicia was working in, she reclined on a bed that appeared to be a perfect reworking of a 15-year-old girl’s room. A small desk, with a pink pony on it. A bookshelf, pink sheets on the bed, and boy band photos and posters littering the walls, and a underwear drawer that she explored to find a perfect mix of innocent white panties and a few naughty under things. Yes, this was the desk of a sophomore.

“OK, Felicia. Time for you to get in character. Your boyfriend should be coming over any moment now...”

On cue, there was a knock at the door. A perfectly innocent looking boy, no older than Felicia, came in the room. His hair parted to the right, straight and brown, offset his blue eyes and earnest smile. He was perfectly cute, and looked like a great high school girlfriend for the sweet girl Felicia was playing. Until those unexpected words came out of his mouth.

“Umm, so, is today the day?”

Felicia felt strangely compelled. Her mouth moved, but the words were not hers.

“Sure is, big boy. Now then, honey, come over here.”

Their motions were awkward and teenaged, like two persons who had never come this far before in their relationship. The boy moved to undo the buttons on her shirt, revealing a small pink bra with soft padded cups to accentuate her underdeveloped chest. He still looked amazed to be seeing any cleavage at all, which was juxtaposed by the gold cross around her neck. Soon, the teens were both topless, and excitedly kissing.

Then, in a feat of most inappropriate interruption, came the fist green flash from the camera, as far as they could tell. A little more nervous now, but still committed, Felicia pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing a lithe but excited erection that stood out no more than five inches from his body. Felicia bent over to take his member into her mouth, and stopped while bending over to note how small and conical her breasts looked, now more triangles than curves. She pressed her lips in further, and took it into her mouth, and his mood instantly turned to ecstasy. A green flash came as she bobbed up and down just twice, and then decided she wasn’t ready for this.

“Oh...Felicia, I am about to come...”

Pulling her mouth out, she was grossed out. OK, so she wasn’t like, a slut or anything for doing this. He was a cute guy, and it’s no big deal to make your boyfriend come, but ew, to take it in your mouth? Ugh, but when you don’t even fill an A-cup, you have to do what you have to do to please a man.

Her wrist moved with inexperience and disgust, as another flash captured her disgust to see a boy come on her hand and nearly flat chest as the couple turned back to grade schoolers. His small penis shriveled as it turned limp and spent, her boyfriend’s face turned dumbfounded by what was clearly his first orgasm, and certainly his first while growing younger.

Felicia reached for the bra on the floor, and was surprised why this pink thing with cups was there instead of the normal training bras she had. Her mind flickered again, and she regained control. She threw on her shirt without the bra, acknowledging there wasn’t much to hide, and felt bad about playing with a boy’s penis so soon. She didn’t even have her period yet!

“Alright, that’s enough shots for now. I will take this to the lab, you all just make sure these girls don’t get any bright ideas.”

Her plan, at this point, was perfect enough to work. And endless supply of adorable models, an expensive spa that could literally make her patrons look younger, and if anyone dared question her, her slightly psychic powers combined with the magic of the artifact could stop anyone. None would be the wiser.

However, as she entered the darkroom, she felt an unfamiliar sound tapping on the ground. There, bathed in dark red light, was the unmistakable visage of Ms. Marvel, the one heroine smart enough to trace the hoax that had the superheroes all tied up back to the Yamamoto spas.

“So, did you really think we would just let you get away with this plan? Come on, it’s not like every superhero is dumb enough to just forget about a rare, age-changing artifact being stolen. So let’s play nice. You fork over the artifact, and turn yourself in, and maybe nobody has to get hurt.” She stood up upon saying this with a smirk, her blonde hair turned a fire red from the darkroom, highlighting her vinyl suit and imposing figure to the skinny Asian woman.

“An appealing offer, yes, but you see, I have done nothing wrong here at all.”

“Slightly psychic powers? Please, there isn’t one superhero that could fall for those tricks. Where’s the artifact? And please, do tell me before I lose my temper again.”

For the first time since she dreamt up the plan, the robbery, the kidnapping, everything, Yamamoto began to feel nervous about how she could get around this.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Marvel. I am so, so sorry I have to do this.”

Reaching behind the super heroine’s view, she produced the artifact, and activated her one final ace in the hole, a blinding green flash filling the room.

“If you think you can stop me, you’re dead wrong. I might be younger than my true form, but I’m still three years younger than you are! You’re about to be unborn, and I can then just age myself right back up while you blink into non-existence!”

To Ms. Marvel’s horror, the threat seemed to be coming true in the room now flooded with the sensorial cacophony of blinding green flashes and flooding red light. The process was speeding up much faster, beginning with her cat suit sliding off and down her hips. Soon, she was nothing more than a skinny girl of 14, her physique no longer full chested and buxom, but slender, boyish and nearly flat chested like her foe.

Elsewhere, in her dressing room, MJ heard two girls screaming and fighting, sounding like it was coming next door! Though she was just six, she slowly moved away from her chair, where her guard had lost focus on her, and moved into a hallway where she was a blinding green flash coming from a room labeled Darkroom. It was happening again!

Breaking out of the room, she soon reached a fast dash for the door, flinging it open to find two prepubescent girls struggling over each other, while just adjacent to the door was the flashing artifact. A blonde, skinny one MJ didn’t recognize looked no more than three, while a Japanese girl MJ figured had to be Yamamoto san was becoming a chubby kindergartner, like MJ.

“ENOUGH!” MJ screamed, drawing the guard’s attention. “This ends now!”

With her last words, Ms. Marvel, receding into childhood, cried out “Don’t do it, MJ!”

But it was too late. The redhead lifted the artifact over her head, and with all the might her post infant body could muster, she threw the bright green egg on the ground, shattering it into a thousand shards that then gave up their color.

“You fool...” was all Ms. Marvel could muster.

The swirling colors permeated the building, and the last thing Felicia remembered before blacking out was a red hue lighting the room.