Alan and Megan, still in their tattered clothes, grimaced as they looked to their newly seniorized parents. Steve and Janet were little more than husks now, groaning and aching with each movement of muscle, while the witch, looking like a 30-year-old supermodel, had absconded with their vitality.
"You can't do this to our parents!" Alan shouted, surprised at his suddenly deepened voice. He shook his head, ignoring the strangeness. "They won't even be able to make it back to the car!"
Steve, a shivering mass of wrinkles and grey, turned to his son. "N-Now now... young... boy. We're.. j-just going to have to... to... d-deal... with it..."
His mom, equally aged and listless, nodded. "W-We can't-t fight-t her..."
Megan shook her head forcefully. "No! It's not fair," she said angrily, her voice deepened as well. "She can't do this to you guys! She can't do it to us, either!"
The witch turned back to the family, bemused at their little conversation. "I seem to have already done it, girlie."
All of the family looked at their tormentor.
"Please, lady," Alan said, trying a diplomatic approach. "I know we tresspassed, and I know we've intruded into your little lair. But there's got to be something we can do to change your mind. You've taken far too much for the little tiny mistake we made."
Megan nodded, still holding her former clothes to her chest.
The witch, her dark eyes leering at both Alan and Megan, looked thoughtful. She absently kneaded her wand.
"Perhaps we can work something out, after all," she smiled seductively. Alan felt vaguely uncomfortable at her tone of voice, and Megan hated the way the witch was staring at her adultified body.
"While my powers have been replenished, I could use some assistance around here. Summoning familiars gets so tiresome after all these years," the witch pursed her ruby-red lips. "Perhaps a mortal servant would be nice for a change."
Alan looked to Megan, and then back to his shrivelled parents. "Servant?"
The witch nodded. "Yes. One of you fine young ones would be perfect. For both work, and play..."
Megan involuntarily shuddered, while Alan bit his lip.
"Or...," the devilish woman smirked, "I can balance out your ages, so that your parents become younger once more, but you two will make up the difference. You would all be roughly middle-aged."
The two newly grown kids looked to each other, back to their parents, and then back to the witch.