Renee was despondent after Selena was taken. While she knew the girl would eventually be taken, she had tried to convince herself that it wouldn't be true. For Renee taking care of the girl had unlocked a motherly instinct in her she had long thought didn't exist. Over the next few days Renee sank into depression to the point of not even noticing her own regression. Everything changed on the third day after Selena's departure.
Renee awoke as usual, rubbing her eyes as she slowly got out of bed. As she stood the familiar sensation of her clothing slipping on her body. Renee glanced down at herself noting narrow hips, smaller breasts, and a flat stomach. She had grown accustomed to this by now, each day looking skinnier, more youthful. As she approached the mirror she paused, something seemed off.
Gazing at her mirror, her image appeared off somehow. At first Renee couldn't put her finger on it. Did someone move the mirror? No, that was impossible. The mirror was bolted into the wall. Slowlybthough it began to dawn on Renee what was happening. Quickly Renee went to her wall, noting the mark she had made when she first arrived at Lolita. The mark was her height, she hadn't thought about it in weeks. Grabbing a pencil she now stood by the wall, marking of her current height.
"Oh no," Renee whispered. "I'm getting smaller!"
Renee now looked at the new mark, noting it was indeed an inch or two lower. Turning towards the mirror, Renees eyes went wide. The face in the mirror was that of a young teen. Wide innocent eyes set in a youthful face. Renee gulped, coming out of her stupor. "I'm only 14."
Entering the dayroom, Renee could see Tracy and Leticia sitting down, the two young teens gawking at their youthful faces. Looking at Renee they now tried to stammer a response as they pointed at themselves. "I know," Renee grumbled. "We're getting too young."
The three teens now spent the morning studying themselves. All three of them were getting shorter, reliving their last growth spurts in reverse. All three noticed their brass appearing roomier, their hips looking narrower, while the cuffs of their pants dragged behind them. "We look barely old enough to be in high school," Tracy moaned.
"And listen to our voices," Leticia groaned. "We sound like kids!" Renee could only nod as the three cons could do little but gawk at their qaifiah appearance. Throughout the day they watched one another, noting the regression wasn't stopping. With each passing hour they looked younger, their clothing looser, their breasts appearing just a bit smaller than before.
The following morning proves to be no better as Renee woke up to gaze at her 13 year old self. All three girls were shorter than the day before, puberty seeming to reverse itself at a quickening pace. It was almost maddening as the girls watched their once sexy and curvaceous bodies erode into prepubeacent form. Renee, Leticia, and Tracy felt waves of embarrassment wash over themselves. Reliving the most awkward part of growing up in reverse was maddening. None of their adult clothing fit, their hips losing almost all of their adult curves. Even their shoes now were a few sizes too big. The girls now found themselves feeling frightened, the prison was getting bigger, the guards looming larger with each passing hour. Any resistance to authority melting away as quickly as their curves.
As Renee woke she was shocked at her 12 year old self. The cuffs of her pants half engulfed her foot while her body showed only the slightest trace of adulthood. Wearing a bra at this point would be meaningless. The girls once proud breasts reduced to a pair of mounds the size of tennis balls. Standing on tip toes Renee now took in the round innocent face of the preteen girl she had become.
As the three preteens sat in stunned silence in the dayroom, they could do little but cower in fear. The three of them were now barely 5 feet tall, perhaps shorter. Only Leticia maintained any type of bust but even her softball sized mounds did little for her self esteem. The former cons were children now, and racing further into childhood.
"Whatvare we going to do," Tracy whimpered, brushing her long blond hair behind her ear. "We have to find a way to stop this."
"How though," Renee asked. "I mean look at us, were kids. We don't even look old enough for middle school."
"There has to be a way to stop it," Leticia stated. "Then we have to get out of here."
Although Renee agreed she realized their wasn't much they could do. She could already tell all three of them were beginning to lose their adult memories. They knew their were grown but the idea of being an adult seemed foggier with each passing day. Even if they somehow escaped they had to halt their regression. The world seemed huge at 12, how much bigger would it be when they became 4?