The moment she said that, all three women started to regress both physically and mentally. Jane was the first, regressing down through her twenties. Her body was toning up in any place and was feeling more flexible on her arms and legs. Her face was radiant of youth as all the faint lines disappeared and the remaining gray strands disappeared completely while her brown hair was shining through the spotlights. Her clothes continued to flash over and over again, going through fashions back in time. The audience watched in awe as her clothes changed from work clothes to college fashions. In an instant, Jane turned from a professional worker to a college student going through her sophomore year. Her body was toned and healthy and her face was beautiful. She was wearing a tight fitting light blue tank top with rhinestones forming letters that says ‘Hot Girl’, an incredibly small skirt was real high above her knees, bracelets on her wrist, rhinestone earrings, and a pair of form fitting sandals. Her brown hair was short and done up in a ponytail, bouncing freely to the movement. Though she was a college woman, she looked a little tipsy with her make up smudged up and her hair a little messy. Lesily guessed that Jane spent her new year getting drunk for her new years.
Meanwhile, Another Katie appeared in the hall of mirrors to continue her aging. bit by bit as she looked like she was ten, entering her double digits. Her body grew tall but she looked a little skinny as her face lost all of it’s baby fat and looked a little kiddish. Her clothes grew along with her as they look like fashions for a little girl. Nothing but a regular T-shirt, faded slim blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers for little girls. When this second Katie emerged as a twelve-year-old pre-teen, The five-year-old Katie stood in awe at this cool kid who was a lot bigger than her yet looked oddly familiar.
Michelle was going through the same thing. Her body was regaining a little bit of her youth. Her body was thinning and the fat tissue was building up. Her saggy breasts risen a bit and her hips shrank from its puffy muffin top. Her face tightened a little bit and her hair, which was mostly gray was showing a few strands of dull black. The clothes on her continued to change through time and was getting less elderly. When she reached the year 2000, she became a 57-year-old middle age woman. She was wearing a long red dress that goes down to below her ankles, beige pantyhose; a pair of red high heels, and her hair was permed up. She looked like she was going to a New Years Eve party.
Wendy was regressing too, going backwards through her life. Though nothing much had changed in her body, everyone noticed that her spine looked a little straightened but still in her walker. That clothes that were changing were the same type of clothes, old lady dresses. Her changes stopped at the year 2000 and she was still the same as she was wearing her long flower dress and slippers.
Lesily looked at each of the changes find it quite odd that all three women were more different. Curious, she approached Jane and talked to her. “Jane, if you can hear me, can you tell me what year this is and how old are you.” Jane was incredibly drunk as she slurred some sentences, saying, “Oh… It’s New Years Eve!! Woo Hoooo!!!! I love being 21!! Yeah!!!!” Cocking an eyebrow, Lesily was confused and said, “Whoa… Slow down girl. Are you a little drunk?” Jane gave a hick and responded back in the drunkest way possible. “Oh yeah… My sorority is celebrating a New Years bash with the boys at the frat. Go Kapa Yaga Mana!!! Since I’m twenty-one, I can drink whatever I want!! So far I already have five glasses of beer, seven martinis, three bottles of vodka, two Coronas, four tequilas, and a huge funnel of dark rum. Oh my god… I feel so drunk; I want to make out with every guy in the party! Come on boys!! I got some pussy here to you to fu-“ "Okay! Let's get you to bed, Sis!" The twelve-year-old Katie caught Jane in her tracks and walked her into the hall of mirrors with Jane slurring: "You ain't the boss of me! I'm my own damn woman and I can make my own damn choices! This is my night!!! I’m not going to have some party pooper ruin by time. I’m going to party, and I will continue to party until the break of dawn! Party! Party!! Party!!! PARTY!!!!” Immediately, she crashed on the floor and was passed out in an instant. Lesily looked down at the now passed out college girl and sighed to herself. She looked at the audience and told them what happened. “Looks like Jane was a complete party girl backing college. Let’s see how the other ladies fare."
While Tween!Katie carried Jane into the hall of mirrors to continue the process (Which, being a tweenage girl against a college woman, is better said than done.) Lesily She approached the two women and asked them the same thing. “And what about you two?” she asked, “How old are the both of you and what are you doing on New Years?” Michelle was the first to answer and said, “I’m 57 years old and I’m spending my New Years with a few friends at a party. We are having a blast here. Campaign, fancy food, great music… What a lovely party.” Lesily turned to Wendy and ask the same thing. “And what about you Wendy?” Wendy’s answer was, “I’m 83-years old deary… And I’m just spending my time watching the New Years party on TV. I feel better staying at the comforts at home then spending it at any parties. So noisy and crowded.” Lesily then wondered something else and said, “Tell me ladies, what do you think of Jane. How is she fairing in college?” Michelle smiled and said, “Oh she’s doing excellent. She’s working hard to get her degree and is sacrificing everything to reach her goal.” “Indeed,” Wendy implied, “We are proud of her. We never lasted that long in college. I bet she’s spending her new years studying all night.” What they didn’t know was that their minds are stuck on that time and where they were. They don’t have the slightest clue that she was at a party drunk out of her mind. Lesily looked over at Jane and Tween!Katie at the forking pathways and could tell Jane was wasted and was snoring in her sleep. “Right…” she said, “She likes to put her nose on her books.”