"Oh man this is like wild man like a total trip!"
Moonbeam could barely move, her stomach distended in a ludicrous manner. July kept growing older, passing a year in age as Moonbeam continued to grow older. The blonde hippy now showing a more mature face, losing its softness as her breasts began to sag slightly. Chuckling softly, Moonbeam now gazed up at the clock that showed two sets of numbers. "What are those?"
"Yours and July's age."
Moonbeams eyes went wide, her mouth agape in horror as she saw her age pass thirty. "I'm thirty," she exclaimed, with a groan the hippy now sat up, holding onto her distended stomach. "No way man I can't be thirty!"
"Do you want to stop?"
"Uh yeah," Moonbeam exclaimed. "You can't trust anyone over thirty man. Make me younger!"
The room paused, it felt it should warn Moonbeam what could happen. However, it was unable to do that. It could however warn Moonbeam of July.
"I can do that however it would affect July."
"Okay can you like have her born then," Moonbeam asked. "Like being this pregnant is pretty groovy but not if it means I'm going be thirty."
"As you wish," the room said.
A blinding light now caused July to gasp, she remembered everything. The unbirth of her daughter, growing younger, seeing her own mother, and even her own unbirth. Blinking she now gazed around the room before looking over herself.
"Oh my God I'm little!"
July couldn't be more than three, the toddler nude with her blond hair barely reaching her shoulders. Blushing at the thought of her nudity, as well as her adult mind stuck in a child's body, she now quickly began to look for something to cover herself. "Can I have something to wear please."
Another flash of light now found July clothed in a rather large mayernity dress. July recognized it as the dress she had worn when she entered. Now though the dress hung on her like a blanket, the toddler pulling it around herself as she looked up at the numbers.
Already July had gone from three to four, the girl growing back up slowly. What puzzled her though was a second number that was going backwards. July watched as the number went from 25 to 24 only to hear a familiar voice.
"Oh wow July is that you?"
July spun around, her mouth falling open as she gazed at her youthful mother. "Mom what are you doing here?"
"Groovy you can talk," Moonbeam giggled. "Man this is the craziest trip I've ever been on!"
July tilted her tiny head in confusion as she went from four to five. "Trip," she asked. "Mom are you high? AGAIN!"
"Dont be such a square July," Momnbeam scoffed as she became a young woman of 22. "I'm expanding my mind. Communing with the universe."
July grit her teeth as she gazed at the young hippy. Already the girl could see her mothers face softening as she retreated to 21. July had seen pictures of her mother when she was in college. She had been gorgeous with ample curves, massive breasts, a pretty face framed by long straight blonde hair and a toned stomach. Unfortunately for July though, her mother had completely embraced the counter culture lifestyle, which is why July had run away from the commune when she was 17.
"Damn it mom will you focus," July exclaimed as she became seven. "Look at you! You're twenty right now!"
"Wild," Moonbeam smiled. "Like I'm young. This is so groovy."
"Will you stop Liz," a now 10 year old July yelled. Moonbeam frowned the twenty year old turning to face her daughter. "Now listen here young lady," she scolded. "I am your mother. You are not to use my first name. And its Moonbram you brat not Liz."
"Ugh whatever Moonbeam," July grumbled. "You want to change your name from Liz to Moonbeam fine but you certainly weren't much of a mom and right now you certainly don't look like a mom."
"Whats that supposed to mean," Moonbeam exclaimed as she became 19, her voice becoming lighter as her curves began to melt away.
"I'm 11 right now mom and you're only 19," July exclaimed. "How can you be my mom when your 8 years older than me?"
"Well like can't you be like littler," Moonbeam asked. "Like you were so cute as a baby."
"I am not going to be a baby!!!"
As mother and daughter continued to argue the Age Door continued to change them. If neither women stopped things soon, a rather interesting paradox could take place.