Nicholas Thorne was a white 42-year-old CEO and divorced father. Not that he cared about that last part. His wife Melissa had been getting uglier as she got older, and Nicholas hadn’t really tried to hide the multiple affairs he had with various secretaries in his company. He hadn’t even tried to fight for custody of their five children. Sure, he had to pay through the nose in child support, but that was worth being free from his brat kids.
One day, as Nicholas returned to his penthouse apartment, fresh off another rendezvous with his latest fling, his twenty-year-old personal secretary named Kaylee, he spotted a small package in front of his door. Curious, he brought it inside with him.
There was a return address for some sort of store, but strangely, Nicholas’s address wasn’t on the package at all. His curiosity building, Nicholas opened it up. Inside was a pair of glass dice, sitting in a velvet holder. There was a piece of paper inside the package as well, but Nicholas picked up the dice first. Immediately, a voice spoke.
“Nicholas Thorne, the spirit of youth has bonded with you. Each roll of the dice shall return more of what you have lost.”
Startled, Nicholas dropped the dice. They bounced a few times on the hardwood floor before coming to a stop. Each read six.
“Forty-two years you have walked this Earth, now this number is but thirty. Each roll of the dice returns more of what you have lost.” Accompanying the voice was a burst of golden light that surrounded his body.
“What the fuck?” Nicholas muttered. He bent over to pick the dice up. As he straightened, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror he kept by the door. His jaw dropped. The crow’s feet around his hazel eyes and gray hairs in his red hair were gone. Not only that, but the tight, toned body he kept now had been replaced with a “dad bod” he recognized well. He’d grown a gut in his thirties, only getting rid of it when he began chasing tail behind his wife’s back.
“This…did this really turn me thirty? How?” Nicholas muttered. He carefully set the dice back in their holder, placed it on a side table, and picked up the piece of paper that had come in the package as well. As he read the paper, his eyes widened.
“The dice before you are the Regressing Lots. The power of the spirit within allows the holder to regain their lost youth. Be warned, every throw of the dice regains one more of one’s youth.”
“This is crazy,” Nicholas breathed. “No. This is perfect!” Even with his hardcore workout routine, his age was beginning to show a bit, and getting young secretaries in bed was becoming more difficult.
If what the paper said was true, he could roll the dice again and get even younger. Which was tempting. Sure, thirty was all right, but Nicholas didn’t want to go through the hard work of getting rid of his “dad bod” again.