Renee groaned, immediately grabbing her head as she tried to get a sense of her surroundings. She had the craziest dream.
In her dream Renee had gone to prison yet again. As she entered her cell and heard the door slam behind her, she began to shrink. No, not shrink, grow younger. Renee had tried to escape, fruitless banging on the door as she retreated into childhood. Finally becoming an infant she cleary recalled falling to the floor helpless and crying, only to have a woman smile at her before going to pick her up.
"Renee you okay?"
Renee blinked once more, turning to see Tracy and Leticia looking at her. Slowly the woman rubbed her eyes. It was a bad dream, or maybe just a premonition of things to come. "Ugh my head is killing me," she groaned. "Everyone still, well, them."
"Take a look," Tracy grumbled. Renee took a deep breath, slowly approaching the mirror as she gazed at herself carefully, she paused.
Renee was still herself, her adult self. Sure she looked a bit more rested but she chalked that up to finally getting some sleep. Scanning herself she still looked like a woman in her 40s, a tired worn face with smattering of grey hair in her her ebony locks. Even Renee's body seemed unchanged. Skinny, malnourished, her C cup breasts still showing the sagging of age.
"I don't get it," she said. "We look exactly the same. Was that crazy bitch lying?"
"No she wasn't," Leticia frowned. Renee felt her throat go dry as she now motioned Tracy forward. "Show her Tracy," she said.
Tracy now moved slowly forward, the blond woman looking more rested as well. "When I woke up this morning the withdrawals were gone," she said quietly. "At first I was thrilled, that us until I checked myself out carefully." Renee now watched as Tracy lifted her shirt slowly.
"Remember that knife wound I got a couple years back," she asked. Renee nodded, remembering how the two if then had tried to buy Fentanyl from a dealer they didn't know. Instead of scoring drugs, the two were robbed with Tracy getting stuck in the stomach with a 12" blade. That had happened 2 years ago.
"Your scar is gone," Renee whispered.
"Yeah," Tracy mumbled.
"I've noticed somethings too," Leticia said. "We have to face facts, we're all a little younger."
"And getting younger all the time," Renee finished. The others nodded, too stunned to speak. "So wheres Selena," Renee asked.
"They took her out this morning," Leticia said. "She started bugging out. Flooding her cell, banging on the door. Goon squad swooped in and scooped her up. Don't know where they took her."
The women now simply nodded before hearing the intercom system activate. Startled they now gazed upwards at the transmitter in their cell.
"Ladies," Dr. Webber stated. "This is Dr. Webber. We will begin orientation in a 30 minutes. Please shower and dress before coming. Breakfast will be provided as we discuss the program. Attendance is mandatory."
As the voice cut out Renee, Tracy, and Leticia gave eachother looks of concern. The serum was already beginning to affect them, if they didn't want to relive their childhood they would have to find a cure and get as far away as possible.