Joey smirked, tracing his fingers over the ticklish auburn haired teens socks and legs. "Knock it off," Gwen squealed.
Joey continued smiling watching as Gwen squirmed under his touches. Although she was saying to stop Joey could see her biting her lip, licking her lip as she moaned softly. "I think your getting a kick out of this Gwen."
"Nuh uh," Gwen said, an impish grin spreading across her face. "And dont you dare start taking my clothes off."
Joey raised an eyebrow studying the girl carefully. He was almost positive Gwen was useing reverse psychology on him. Still, he wanted to be careful. "Better start slow," he thought.
Sliding his fingers downwards, Joey now began to slide Gwen's socks slowly off. Gwen gave a playful yelp, watching as Joey slid her socks past her heels. "Hey you young man," Gwen pouted. "Just what do you think your doing?"
"Taking your socks off," Joey stated plainly as he inched Gwen's socks half way up her feet. "Thought that seemed obvious."
"Kind of figured that wise guy," Gwen stated in mock annoyance. "Is that what you do? Tease a poor old girl with your boyish charm and make her all hot and bothered?"
"There you go with the old lady stuff," Joey laughed. "In case you havent noticed right now I'm older than you Gwen."
"Oh so you think just because your older than me right now that makes you wiser," she teased. "Is that your plan Joseph? Make me some young naive girl."
"Gwen," Joey laughed. "I have no plan to make you any younger. I got a feeling you were probably a handful as a kid."
"I prefer the term high spirited," Gwen stated, crossing her arms as she stuck her tongue out at Joey mockingly. "I was a bit of a tomboy. Running around barefoot, swinging from trees, drove my mother crazy."
Joey simply chuckled, slowly inching Gwen's socks closer to her toes. Gwen was certainly different from Melissa. A high spirited, energetic girl with a sunny personality. While Melissa may have been more world wise, Gwen was a fun loving girl that seemed quite innocent. For but a moment Joey wondered what Gwen was like as a child.
As Joey finally slid Gwen's socks off the teen gave an audible gasp, biting her lip in anticipation. "You took my socks off," she pouted, wiggling her toes. Joey chuckled, sensing the mirth in the 18 year olds voice. As the two looked at one another, Joey paused.
Gwen face was looking more innocent, rounder, softer, younger. The teen no longer looked 18, Gwen looked 16 now. "What," Gwen asked, not noticing her voice had risen slightly.
"Um," Joey said sheepishly.
Gwen looked around 16 now and was quickly speeding towards 15. Already the teens formerly tight tshirt appeared loose, her breasts having lost a cup size. As Joey studied the teen closely he noticed her hips narrow while her legs thinned. Gwen now absentmindedly tugged on a loosening bra strap.
"What are you gawking at Joey," Gwen asked as she became 15.
"Um I think I messed up," Joey said meekly. Gwen gave him a curious look before looking herself over. The young teen now screamed as she saw herself.
"What's happening," Gwen screamed as she became a coltish 14 year old. "I'm getting younger!"
Gwen lept to her feet, a startled squeak escaping her lips as she now began to grow shorter. Grabbing her loose Jean's she now looked up at Joey. "How come I'm getting younger?"
"It was an accident I swear," Joey pleaded.
Gwen frowned as she shrank down to 13. Looking at herself she noticed her feet growing smaller, her legs getting shorter, her breasts decreasing to small mounds. As she left her teens the girl noticed her feet slowly begin to recede into her pant legs. "I didnt want to be a little girl," a now 12 year old Gwen moaned.
Joey now placed a comforting arm around Gwen. The sullen preteen sniffed, wiping her nose as she continued to watch herself grow younger. As she went from 12 to 11, Joey felt the Auburn haired girl shrink, her breasts gradually sinking back into her chest as she relived puberty in reverse. Finally becoming a red haired girl of 10, Gwen looked herself over. "I'm so small," she whispered, her voice frail and small. "Look at me I'm a little girl again. My feet dont even reach the floor."
"Dont worry Gwen," Joey whispered. "Well fix this."
The tiny 10 year old said nothing, simply nodding her head as Joey decided what to do next.