Carolyn had returned to her office, using her name plate as a mirror as she examines herself.
Her golden hair had regained the curls she had in her youth, that slowly started to vanish as she went through high school, leaving her with silky straight hair by the time she graduated college.
Unbeknownst to her those curls were making their comeback with a vengeance. The 18 year-old plopped down into her seat at the desk in her office, spinning around in it as she did. She ran her hands through her hair, giggling like the school girl she was becoming. It had been so long since she felt this amount of volume in her hair.
She cleared her throat, before re-centering herself, she had this last bit of work to do and then she could give herself an in-depth examination.
True to her word, Carolyn got to work on her last bit of paperwork for the day, not noticing as she went from an 18 year-old co-ed, to a 16 year-old who barely looks ready for Driver's Ed. Having finished her work she pushes herself back from the desk, stretching out her arms and legs as she does.
The 15 year-old lawyer stands up, walking around her office, running her hands through her hair.
"My curls are back?" She asked in shock, before tripping and stumbling to the ground.
The 14 year-old pushed her up, looking for what she tripped over, before seeing that her heels were here she'd been standing a moment ago. "I tripped over my own shoes...?" She asked in confusion, before feeling her chest. Instead of the firm breasts she felt after her initial injection she felt small bumps that felt like they were getting smaller.
"Wait, curls... my shoes are too big... my chest is getting smaller..." The 13 year-old mutters, starting to connect the dots, before gasping when the realization hit her like a school bus.
"I'M STILL GETTING YOUNGER!" The 12 year-old gasps, jumping up, almost losing her nylons in the process.
"I need to call Ethan, he'll know what to do." She said, grabbing her skirt and nylons, hoisting them up and walking back to her desk, adjusting the height on her chair before she got in it and grabbed the landline off her desk and dialing Ethan's number. A minute passed and the call didn't go through.
"They're still working on the phone lines?!" The 11 year old groans, slamming her phone down. She starts searching around for her cell, before spotting her purse over by the door.
The 10 year-old made her way to the door, digging around in her purse and pulling out her old cellphone.
She opens it up, dialing Ethan's number.
"Come on... pick up, pick up, pick up...!" The 9 year-old said, impatiently tapping her foot
"Melissa, calling already?" Ethan asks, answering the phone.
"Ethan I'm getting younger!" The girl says in a hushed tone, hoping no one hears the young child's voice coming from her office.
"How young exactly are you?" Ethan asked.
"I think I'm only Eight, and it feels like I'm still getting younger!" Carolyn said, throwing her one free hand up in the air in frustration, allowing her skirt and nylons to fall to the ground. It didn't matter all that much, since the blouse she wore as an adult that had felt small on her as a co-ed now covered any areas on her body that needed to be covered.
"Hmm... this is unexpected... I need you to stay exactly where you are, and don't let anyone find you, I'll be on my way shortly." Ethan said calmly.
"Well hurry up, pretty soon I'll have a hard time getting anywhere!" The 7 year-old said, stomping her foot.
"I will, but it is imperative that you don't cause any scene to bring attention to your condition, understand?" Ethan asks, sounding like he's getting up and starting to make his way to Carolyn.
"I'll do my best." The 6 year-old said, looking down at the ground.
"Perfect, We'll talk more when I get to you, good bye for now." Ethan said, not even giving Carolyn the chance to say goodbye before hanging up.
Carolyn pouts, looking at her phone, catching a glimpse of her 5 year-old self in the reflection on the screen. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't, she was an adult, not some child that would cry because she was scared. Instead, the kindergarten aged lawyer slowly trudged over to her office chair and climbed back into it. If she was going to be waiting, she may as well be comfortable.