Picking up the dice Julia's mind now raced, what was she going to do? All she was trying to do was snatching some jewelry that could be pawned for some extra cash. Now, she found herself staring at an elementary aged girl in oversized clothes.
"Hey you!"
Julia spun around, her eyes growing wide as she gazed at two very angry brunette women. "Told you I thought something was up with that woman," Laura grumbled. "Who, who are you," Julia stammered.
"We're the ones you stole from," Laura frowned, her eyes narrowing as she glared the at frightened girl. Laura now turned to Christine, the 28 year olds eyes wide in disbelief. "I told you Christine," Laura sighed. "If you're not careful with those dice, this happens."
"What happened to me," Julia asked.
"You bonded with the dice," Christine stated. "They return your youth. Laura here thought she saw a blond woman looking suspicious. When we noticed the dice were gone, we followed you. Guess you found out what happens when you roll them."
"Well change me back," Julia exclaimed. "I don't want to be stuck like this!"
"Wish we could kid," Laura shrugged. "But your stuck for now."
"Dont call me kid," Julia grumbled, crossing her arms as she now pouted.
"Well now what," Laura asked. "We can't just leave her like this."
"Lets head back to my cabin," Christine stated. "Get our little sneak thief somewhere private and figure out what to do with her." Laura nodded, grabbing Julia by the arm as she now pulled her out of the bathroom. Julia now gasped pulled out of her shoes as she now protested. "Hey let go!"
"Knock it off," Christine snapped, bending down to glare at the girl. "Right now you look like an obnoxious kid. So unless you feel like ending up in foster care, you'll keep quiet." Julia paused, taking stock of herself. Right now the only thing she was wearing was her oversized shirt, which was acting more like a short dress now. Despite not wanting to go with these two, her options were limited. To anyone who didn't know, she looked like a kid. Hell, she wasn't even wearing shoes at this point, the floor feeling especially cool on her barefeet. Biting her lip, Julia complied as she was now led back towards Christines cabin. For the pick pocket it was a humiliating experience, adults castingbher a disapproving look like she was some naughty child. Hopefully these two could fix this, and soon.
Arriving back in Christines cabin, Laura now quickly locked the door as Christine now snatched the dice from the 9 year old. "Christine just be careful," Laura stated. "You don't want the dice bonding to you."
Before Christine could answer, her eyes went wide before a frown spread across her face. "Too late," she grumbled. Turning to Julia now brunette woman now scowled at the tiny blond. "So what are we going to do with this one?"
"Well we can't just let her go," Laura shrugged. "Like it or not were going to have to take her with us."
"What if I don't want to," Julia replied defiantly.
"We're not giving you much of a choice kid," Christine stated. "Right now you look like a 4th grader. You really want to chance trying to make it out there looking like this?" Julia fidgeted in place, these two had a point.
If she tried to run, chances were she wouldn't make it far. Eventually someone would catch her, then what? She had been living on her own since she was 17, her parents were dead, and no one would believe she was actually 20. She would find herself in foster care, a ward of the state for the next nine years possibly. Staying was the smartest move, trying to fix this with these two strangers. Julia, however, had alot of issues with trust. Bolting towards the door, Julia now tried to make a break for it. Christine was faster though, grabbing the girl by the arm and dropping the dice.
Twenty years you have walked this Earth. Now this number is but eighteen. Each roll of the dice returns more of what you have lost.
Laura gasped, watching as the orbs now floated off of Christine. The pretty brunettes eyes growing wide in shock as she grew younger. Christines face now began to round, softening as she retreated into her teens. Glancing at herself she watched as her breasts rose, losing mass as the curves of adulthood melted away. Crossing the threshold from twenties to teens, Christines pants now snaked their way down her lithe, toned, teenage legs. As the orbs dissipated, Laura now beheld a very pretty brunette teen who Laura believed looked every bit the Prom Queen.
"You little brat, " Christine exclaimed, wincing at the sound of her youthful voice. Laura now reached down, picking up the dice as Christine glared at the young blond girl.
As the teen and child now argued, Laura could only sigh. The dice were beginning to make things far more difficult than she had hoped.