Midlife Crisis

Chapter 1
The Easy Way

Chapter Description: A buisness woman and mother. Both are weighing down on Susan, a 44 year old who wants a way out of the responsibilities of adult life. Now she has the means to do it, but will she take it too far.

I have no idea why I decided to do it, but it was too late regardless. Soon my adult life would be a distant memory. It isn’t easy being an adult, let alone a parent. My job has me running around like crazy. My two daughters are constantly driving me crazy as well. Megan my eldest daughter at sixteen years old has entered the rebellious phase. She constantly stays out late doing God knows what. She and I constantly argue about the way she dresses. She always wears such revealing clothes that leave very little to the imagination. Of course my mom said the same things to me growing up. Its ironic how that works isn’t it? My younger daughter Samantha is a very hyperactive child and she constantly has me following her around to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.

“What will the two of them do when they find out?” I asked myself. After all I was rather selfish trying this experimental medicine without telling the two of them. My husband knew about it and was supportive of it. I kind of felt over the years he has become less attracted to me. Well, can’t blame him too much on that; my looks aren’t quite what they used to be. I acted upon an ad that I saw in the paper about a youth drug that was being developed by a pharmaceutical company. They gave me specific instructions about how to use the youth drug. I had to take half a pill to lose 5 years and a full pill to lose 10 years. I was 44 now, and I wondered to myself, how young should I get? I had told my husband I wouldn’t go any younger then 20 or so, but no one ever said that something wouldn’t go wrong. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if the scientists guessed wrong and I lost a few extra years now would it? I decided to through caution to the wind and took three whole pills.

Fourteen, I would be a fourteen year old again. I could already feel the effects of the pills working as my whole body began to tingle. It didn’t hurt any; it actually felt very good, like hands massaging every part of my body. I turned to a mirror and watched myself change. I already looked a lot younger, maybe mid-thirties. My breasts were becoming much more firm and perky. The weight that I had gained over the years but never was able to lose was melting away. The crows feet that I never truly wanted to admit was there was now gone as well. It would be a while before I would have to worry about hiding them any more. I ran my hand over my face and felt how smooth my skin now felt. Nice and tight, just like it used to when I was younger. I looked as the girl in the mirror became 20 again, and as she did I felt my clothing become slightly looser. I moved my hands to move my blouse up my shoulders a little bit. My wedding ring slipped off my fingers and feel to the floor. I reached down from the bed to get it and realized it was just out of reach, and getting slightly further away from my ever-shrinking hand. Thoughts entered my mind as I looked down at the wedding ring. Am I being selfish for wanting to abandon my horrible job and adult responsibilities? Maybe I am a little bit, after all, I lied to my husband and I’ll be younger then my eldest daughter, not to mention the fact that I didn’t tell my daughters about it.

“No, I’m not wrong,” I said, giggling a little bit after I heard myself talk, my voice slightly higher then before. “Every person has a mid-life crisis at some point in their lives, I just have a different way to deal with it.” I pulled my blouse back up my shoulders but keeping it up was becoming a loosing battle.

“Well it’s to be expected. These clothes will be a lot bigger on me soon enough.” I shrugged. My bra became looser over my shrinking chest as the straps slid down my arms. I clasped my breasts in my hands. I had decent size breasts before but now they were so little, no more then what would fill a training bra. I giggled to myself at the idea of wearing a schoolgirl uniform, just so sweet and innocent. My flat chest removing any sex appeal from the idea. But I was okay with that. I wouldn’t need to worry about being sexy for a few more years. The tingling started to stop and I took a good look at myself in the mirror.

A fourteen year-old girl looked back at me. It didn’t seem real, that I could be a teenager again. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I let out a slight yelp and then broke into laughter at my voice’s new sound. Normal to a fourteen year old, but it was a shock to me at how much higher my voice was. I was at least at least six inches shorter and I thought I couldn’t be any taller then five feet tall. I looked like a kid playing dress up in mommy’s clothes. Wait, mommy? I mean mom right? No wait these are my clothes. I am the mother, or at least I was anyway. Now, I’m fourteen again, ready to grow up again, but not in any hurry of course.

Boy is my husband going to be surprised!

To be continued