"Door I have a question," Amanda asked.
"Go ahead," the room echoed. Amanda now bit her lip anxiously, if she wen through with this she could easily end up like Candy.
"I was adopted," she said. "Given up by my birth mother shortly after I was born. If I were to regress like Candy did, would my mother...my, birth mother, enter the room?"
"Of course," the room stated. "Once you reached the age where you were given up for adoption your mother would enter the room. Are you sure you wish to do this?"
Amanda nodded, her adoption had been closed. She had never know who her mother was and had always wondered who she was. Why was she given up for adoption? Did her mother ever think about her? Finally what would she look like?
"Regress," she exclaimed. "And if you could, can I get a timer like Candy had?"
Amanda watched as a clock timer now appeared above the door. Currently it listed her age as 29, which made sense since she had given birth to Candy at 30. As she watched the timer begin to tic down she carefully looked herself over.
Amanda's hair began to look healthier, her stomach firming as her breasts rose slightly. Looking at her face she could see it smoothing, her eyes shining brightly as she returned to the prime of her life. "I cant wait to talk with my mom," she thought as she became 25.
Talk. "Oh shit," Amanda exclaimed as she became 24. Amanda had been given up for adoption when she was an infant. How was she going to talk to her mother if she were an infant?
"Um door," a now 22 year old Amanda asked sheepishly. "Can I, um...get a pen and some paper?"
"What for?"
"Well," the now 20 year old Amanda said. "My mother wont show up until I become the age in which she gave me up for adoption. How am I going to talk to her when I'm not even a month old?"
Amanda now waited for the doors response, watching as she crossed once more into her teens. Already she could see her breats rising, losing their fullness while her curves evaporated giving her a lean teenage look. Even her face now looked more youthful, losing its adult maturity. If the door didn't answer soon, she would be too young to even write a message. As she went from 19 to 18 the teen now anxiously awaited the doors answer.