The journey to her car was surprisingly easy for Wilma. She looked like a college intern who was working late currently. The guards she passed didn't give her a second look, now safely by her car Wilma breathed a sigh of relief.
"Time to head home kids," she said patting her stomach. Opening door Wilma sat down and started the car.
Unfortunately Wilma forgot about the chronovac in her back pocket. As she sat down she accidentally activated it. A warm sensation spread across her body as she began to grow younger.
"Oh what is that," she questioned. Looking down at herself she saw her stomach flatten ever so slightly. "Oh no," she exclaimed as she became 19.
Wilma now began reaching into her pockets as she desperately began looking for the chronovac. The girl continueing to grow younger as she searched.
"Where is it," the now 17 year old exclaimed. Wilma patted herself down as she felt her clothing begin to shift on her. Wilam stared in horror as she saw the cuffs of her sleeves slide past her wrists.
"Where is it, where is it!" She exclaimed as she went from 16 to 15.
Finally Wilma discovered the chronovac in her back pocket. The young teen wrestled it out if her back pocket. Wilma stared at now trying to figure out where the off switch was. The sound of something falling made the young teen look down in shock.
Wilma's borrowed heels had fallen of her diminutive feet as she shrank. Shocked she could see that her feet no longer reached the pedals from where she was sitting. Finally finding the off switch Wilma prrssed the off switch and looked herself over.
"Noooo," she cried in a youthful tone.
Wilma was now just a child of 12. Her body had shrank down considerably leaving her feet several inches from the pedals. As she looked over her body she could see her clothes no longer fit properly. The cuffs of her sleeves rested mid palm while her body was boyish with only the slightest hint of curves. Finally she felt her chest discovering them to be be small and conical. Perhaps no larger now than softballs.
Wilma now begam to cry like the child she was. Her hopes of being a mother dashed, now she was the one in need of a mom.