Mason wanted to back away and run but the theatre was packed, he was stuck in the back next to Janette and when he made a motion to leave a lady two seats down turned to him and glared.
“You can’t leave you six year old alone in a theatre,” she barked at him, not seeming to notice that a few moments earlier that six year old had been a consenting adult.
“My six year old?!” Mason asked in annoyed anger before a feeling of drowsiness washed over him and he had to sit down, he felt dark rings form below his eyes and be joined by bags. He sat down next to Janette and found her being all quiet and sweet, watching the movie without screaming or shouting.
Mason felt a shudder cross his body as he shrunk in height and his shoulders slimmed inwards. He could feel the changes surging and struggled against them.
“No, not that,” he groaned, too tired to put up a fight as his waist slimmed down, his hips flared out, and his thighs curved. He felt his body accelerate in aging until he was about thirty years old and watched as his pecs sagged downwards as a pit of tits. His hair fell into his face, his jawline shrunk down, and stretch marks appeared on his stomach while his clothes turned into a pair of yoga pants that framed his growing ass and an open jacket. Lastly he became a she as body hair sucked back into her body and she gazed down to find she had the body of a hot mom. Specifically she looked like Janette which could only mean she’d really turned into a hot mom.
“Great,” she complained, realizing she’d become a put upon mother. Not twenty minutes earlier she’d been laughing at all the screaming kids and tired looking moms but now she and Janette had become those things. Instead of getting to feel up Janette’s hot young body she’d been stuck in the tired body of a thirty year old mother. She was too exhausted to stand, so she just sat there in that theatre with Janette thankful the girl was engaged with the movie and not tugging on her arm demanding attention.