Melissa grinned like a Cheshire cat. After a enjoyable date with Carl, the 33 year old decided she wanted to be young too. Twenty minutes later and alot of begging she finally convinced Ethan to test the serum on her.
Glancing at the mirrored glass of the elevator, Melissa couldn't help but love what she saw. A raven haired teenage beauty.
Ethan said her regression had left her between 17 and 18, which was perfectly fine with her. Melissa's breasts, while having lost a bit of volume, were incredibly perky on her chest. She was back to being the head cheerleader she had been in high school. Examining herself she noticed that the only issues she had with her regression was her skirt and her panty hose.
Melissa's skirt slipped slightly on her narrower hips. This was a small price to pay as she admired her flat stomach and heart shaped butt. The pantyhose though did cause her to frown. Melissa hadn't realized how thin a teenagers legs were. While they were slim and shapely, she had lost the extra tone that had distinguished her as a woman. Melissa now tried to smooth out the extra material that seemed to bag along her legs. "No matter I'll take them off when I get in Carls office," she thought with a smirk. "Give him a little show."
Approaching Carls secretary she could see Ben was busy. Asking if Carl was in the man simply pointed to the door. Smiling she now began to sashe her way into his office, trying to make as sexy an entrance as possible. "Carl are you busy?"
Melissa's jaw dropped as she now gaped at the young teenage boy at the desk. She recognized him as Carl but he was much younger now. A fresh faced 13 year old boy in baggy clothes stared at the 19 year old fearfully. "Melissa," he asked, his voice boyish and embarrassed.
"Carl?!?" She replied in confusion. "What happened?"
"The serum," he moaned. "Its not stopping!"
Melissa's eyes went wide, she had just taken the same thingbas Carl.
"Melissa did you take it too? You look so young!"
Melissa nodded, to stunned to speak as Carl ogled her like any young teen. Melissa for her part felt her cheeks flush, she felt almost like a babysitter looking at the boy. "Carl we HaVe to," Melissa coughed, clearing her throat. Had her voice risen an octave?
Pausing Melissa now began to examine herself critically. One her bra straps had slid over her shoulder. Had it been that loose? Glancing at her outfit, she began to wonder if it was a bit baggies. Melissa now quickly began to make her way to Carl, stumbling before catching herself. Her heels felt a bit big for her feet.
"Carl," she asked, her eyes going wide. Her voice, it sounded more girlish now there was no denying it. As much as she wanted to evidence was beginning to add up. Her heels felt bigger, her pantyhose sagging on skinny colors legs. Nervously she now glanced downwards a silent squeak escaping her lips as she watched her blouse begin to flatten.
"Oh no," she whispered, her tone a girlish whine.
Melissa's breasts were shrinking, becoming small and conical, the cuffs of her blouse slowly covering more of her hands. Melissa's skirt losing their hold and threatening to slide down her coltush legs, forcing her to catch it with one hand. Carl now rushed to her side, which didn't help Melissa as she watched herself begin to shrink to Carls height.
As the sensation subsided Melissa and Carl found themselves gaping at one another. They were both 13 now, their bodies only showing the first signs of puberty. Their faces were round, childish, with wide innocent eyes. Shocked, Melissa let go of her skirt, watching as it puddles around her overly large heels before the two young teens screamed in shock.