You keep fingering your self, unaware to the errors going on with the Chronivac as it sparks selecting a random change. It lands on age and begins regressing your body as the batteries die and short out.
You keep playing with your new pussy unaware of the additional changes taking hold of you. Your skin gets smoother and younger, loosing all wrinkles, scars, and hair below the waist.
Your breasts get much more petite, barley counting as A cups now. Your bones get weaker and weaker, becoming smaller. Your hands and feet shrink down, allowing your prepubescent fingers to reach deeper into your younger tighter vigina. You let out a moan in a much higher pitch than your previous one as your smaller fingers work your smaller, more sensitive pussy two knuckles deep. Your whole frame shrinks to that of a 9 year old old and you cry out in utter ecstasy climaxing for the first time, as a girl, before she even had a period, passing out on your bed. While knocked out the last of your changes finish up. Your face becomes less sexy and more adorable.
Your room turns pink and various clothes and young girls clothing are strewn across the floor in a mess only a young girl could see no issues with. Your blanket changes to a softer pink material with a prominent cartoon pony design printed on it. With the last bit of its power the Chronivac begins altering your mind, but the power finally stops halfway through leaving your mind not fully altered to your new body. Thankfully your new young girl hormones can do some of the work but not all, your memories are changed.
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When you open your eyes the first thing you noted was your now pink room. The next thing was the large amount of young female clothes carelessly tossed all across the floor. And the third was your naked flat chested body of a 6 year old girl, pussy still dripping and covered in sweat dispite laying on top of the now wet blanket.
You covered your private areas in a new show of female embarrassment and look into your full body mirror. You looked like a younger version of your earlier female self. You glance over at the Chronivac and see it smoking.
You stop censoring your self in the mirror and rush over to it skipping over clothes like you were use to your own messy room. “No, no, no, no, no.” You mumble in your notability more high pitched girlier voice. You try pressing buttons, but the screen remains dark. You feel a nigelling at the back of your mind asking what you were doing?
That must have been the incomplete girl personality part of you. It was growing stronger in power, consuming your memories and replacing it with new ones. You tried ignoring it, but that only made it stronger as it ate away at your old mind more and more.
You started to cross your naked legs and wondered if what ever you were doing could wait for you to get dressed for school first? It was like having two people in one head. And the head wasn’t even yours. The longer you stayed the less you belonged.
You resisted for as long as possible trying to get the Chronivac to turn on even as you forgot more and more of what you were doing and who you once where.
Finally...