Staring at the Chronovac Wilma found herself nearly hyperventilating. She had accidentally transformed herself into a 12 year old girl. After trying to figure out how to reverse the process she was beginning to worry.
"Maybe I can find a way to reverse this inside," she thought. Opening the car door Wilma stepped into the parking lot, wincing slightly as her bare feet touched the pavement.
Slowly Wilma glanced around the deserted parking lot, making sure she was alone. Unfortunately she didnt realize the chronovac was still active with the awareness option set to off.
Shrinking down to 11 the last vestiges of adulthood melted off of Wilma as she shrank slightly. Nervously the girl began making her way back inside the lab, letting out a surprised shriek as her skirt fell away. Wilma paused, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh gosh I'm so small now my blouse covers me," she squeaked.
Not wanting to stay this small for too long Wilma tried to make her way towards the door, unaware she was still growing younger. In the few moments it took her to make it back to the door Wilma had shrank down to 9. The girls blouse hanging to mid theigh while the cuffs of her blouse almost completely covered her hands.
Wilma looked at the door curiously, unaware she was still growing younger. Shaking her hands free the girl now pulled the door open, shocked to find how heavy it seemed.
A now 8 year old Wilma anxiously glanced down the hall as she made her way back toward the lab. If anyone found her she worried she would be in trouble. Finally entering the lab she paused as she shrank down to 7.
Wilma bit her lip nervously as she gazed at the lab. Why had she come in here again? She knew it was important but she couldnt quite remember. The chronovac was now affecting her mind, erasing more of her adult memories. "Maybe I can find something on the puter," she lisped. Wilma wasnt exactly sure what she was looking for but she knew it had something to do with the device she had tucked into her breast pocket.
As Wilma now stood before the computer she frowned as she shrank down to 6. Had the computer always been so high? She thought it was lower before. Hopping into a chair the girl now swung her feet rhythmically under the chair humming a song as she hit a button.
"This is boring," she whined as a diagnostic of the chronovac appeared on screen. If Wilma had been paying attention she would have seen that their was a malfunction in the chronovac, one that was easily correctable. As it stood now though it was emitting an unstable field that was regressing Wilma both mentally and physically. Giggling Wilma now shrank once more.
The 5 year old girl clapped her hands as she spun on her chair. Wilma blouse was now beginning to gape, exposing more of her shoulders as well as a now useless bra strap. The girl did not realize just how much danger she was in. If the chronovac continued she could regress into nothingness however she was making such a racket that it was only a matter of time before someone found her. These thoughts though were non existent as the young girl now sang.