Amanda caught sight of something in the corner of her eye. Quickly running to it, she could see the room had provided her with pen and paper. Glancing up at the timer she could see she was now 17 and quickly heading for 16.
"Better work fast," she whispered, shocked at the youthful tone of her voice.
As Amanda began to write, she was surprised to see her penmanship had reverted back to the style she had in high school. Looking up at the timer she could see it tic backwards from 16 to 15.
"This is incredible," she whispered, looking over her teenage body. "I cant believe this is like, actually happening."
Amanda furrowed her brow, she was even talking like her teenage self again. Taking a deep breath she continued to compose her letter to her mom.
As the years continued to tic away, Amanda was shocked at not only her penmanship skills but her writing skills as well. Looking at her hands she could see they were getting smaller, the pen slowly but surely growing in her hand. Taking a look at herself she could see she had almost completed her reverse puberty.
"11," she whispered, watching as the last of her womanly attributes receded into her body. Standing up she was astonished to see herself growing smaller. She was slowly shrinking now, her face rounding as she retreated further and further from her teenage years. "I feel like Alice in Wonderland," she giggled. "But I better finish this before I cant write anymore."
Amanda now tried to finish her letter, concentrating as best she could as she went further back into grade school. The young girl was now in the single digits of her life. As that happened Amanda now began to have a harder time spelling some of the longer words while her sentence structures became more juvenile.
"Shoot I'm forgetting how to spell," the 8 year old grumbled. Reading over her writing Amanda was both amazed and astonished by the letter. It started off with her usual penmanship, slowly but surely degrading into her now childish writing. As she studied it she let out a childish giggle. "I'm forgetting how to read," a now 6 year old Amanda giggked.
Amanda now stood up, glancing around the room. "I'm so wittle," she said in awe. Glancing up at the clock she watched as the timer went from 6 to 5, leaving her a kindergartner. "Woom," the little girl lisped. "When my mommy comes can yew make sure she weads dis?"
"I promise," the room echoed.
Amanda smiled, looming at her reflection. She was definitely a preschooler now, scrunching up her face she tried to focus. Amanda's adult memories were becoming fuzzy. Reading, writing, things she had learned as she grew up were becoming fuzzier by the second. The girl was forgetting the most basic parts of her education. As she slipped out of preschool and became 2 she now found her thumb make it's way into her mouth.
"Mommy come soon," the toddler thought, gazing at her round face that was quickly going from child to infant. Amanda was growing sleepy now, her thoughts becoming more muddled. As she hit 1 she tried to ask the room a question, giggling like a happy infant as she realized she couldnt talk anymore. Laying down the tiny infant girl now began her journey back to infancy.
As Amanda now hit a month old, she watched as the door opened. The tiny infant girl still had enough of her adult awareness to realize this was who she was waiting for. "Mommy," she thought.
A 15 year old girl now entered the room. Wendy blinked, confused as to how she had gotten here. She remembered being home and now found herself in a strange room and 15 years old again. "What's going on," she asked. Glancing down at the infant, she gasped. Was that her daughter?!