Walking towards Charlene, Ethan smiled as he bent down to pick up her slipper. Taking her foot in his hand, he decided to have a bit of fun as he gently placed it back on. "May not be a glass slipper but it seems to fit."
"My own Prince Charming," Charlene laughed. Ethan chuckled, shaking his head as he now gazed at the teenage Charlene. Taking a closer look at the girl, he began to notice further changes. Charlene's legs appeared much thinner than only a moment ago. The teens curves had reduced significantly, her robe and nightie appearing even looser on her waifish frame. Glancing at her feet, he was shocked to see the slippers seemed a size or two larger. Finally, looking up at the girls face, he gasped as he beheld a round girlish face that seemed to be straddling the line between childhood and adult.
"What is it," Charlene asked, her voice sounding much more childish.
"You're definitely not 16 anymore," Ethan whispered. Quickly rushing back to the laptop, Ethan gasped as he read the readout. "So how old am I," she asked.
"Thirteen."
"Thirteen," Charlene exclaimed.
"Well now it's 12," Ethan replied sheepishly. Charlene was dumbfounded, the girl now examining herself in wonder. She was truely a child once more, her robe slowly inching over her wrists as it enveloped more and more of her hands. Glancing down the front of her robe, she stared wide eyed at the softball sized mounds that were slowly receding into her chest. "Oh my god I'm just a child now," she whispered, drawing her robe tighter around her waifish body. Ethan simply nodded, gazing at the girl as her too large slippers now fell to the floor.
"My slippers are too big," she pouted, swaying her barefeet. "Among other things," Ethan replied. "I'd say you've lost at least 4 or 5 inches in height. You're probably just under five feet in height." Charlene simply giggled, extending her arms downwards as the sleeves of her robe slowly engulfed her hands.
"This is incredible," she whispered as she retreated in age. "If I focus, I can tell that I'm growing smaller. Just how old am I now anyway?"
"Ten," Ethan replied. Charlene giggled, the child now flapping her arms like a bird as she watched her arms retreat further into her sleeves. Ethan watched the girl carefully, she was definitely shrinking now, the back of the chair slowly rising as she grew smaller. Charlene continued to flap her arms, her laugh sounding more childish with each passing moment. The womans once beautiful face having rounded completely, giving her an innocent appearance framed by thin blonde hair.
As Charlene grew younger, the girl tried to gather her robe around her. The collar grew wider, resting further and further along her shoulders as she descended into childhood. Ethan watched the girls legs thin, drawing upwards towards her body as she gradually lost height. By the time the girl reached five she was able to sit all the way back with her feet extending outwards.
"Look how small I am," the five year old said in wonder. "I can actually fit completely in the chair now!" Ethan nodded as Charlene continued to gaze at her tiny feet, watching as they grew smaller, her legs slowly retracting towards her body.
As Charlene crept closer to toddlerhood, Ethan watched as the robe went from resting on her shoulders to resting on her upper arms. At 3 years old Charlene's face began to round further, her face beginning to border on infant as her hair became thinner. "Are you feeling okay Charlene?"
"I'm otay," the 3 year old lisped. Ethan and Charlene both paused, the girl confused by her speech impediment as Ethan began to worry. "My fa cul mus culs are getting wee ker," the 2 year old giggled. "An my tun is two. I'm losing my abil loty to tak." Charlene now broke into a fit of giggles, finding her childish speech patterns to be hilarious. Ethan though, was concerned. What if this affected her mentally as well?
Charlene now tried to speak once more, her speech patterns reduced to gibberish at this point. Instead of being alarmed the infant girl chortled happily before smiling. Ethan watched wide eyed as the one year old Charlene's teeth now began to recede into her gums.
By this point Charlene's robe and nightie had collapsed around the girl. She was too small to fit them, having freed her tiny arms and chubby hands as she clapped happily. Charlene couldn't be more than six months old now, her face round, her hair thin and wispy with a small pudgy body layered in baby fat. The program had finally ceased, Charlene reduced to infant in body but hopefully not mind. "Charlene are you still in there," Ethan asked.
The small infant gurgled at him, waving her arms as if trying to communicate. Looking into her wide eyes her could see an adult intelligence lurking within them. It was still her, just a much smaller version. Picking up the infant, Ethan watched as her former adult clothing fell away, leaving her nude. Charlene now kicked her legs as she giggled once more, a small bit of drool forming at the corners of her mouth. "Well you certainly seem happy," he said quietly. "And It looks like the test was a success."
Charlene simply babbled, spastically kicking her legs. If Ethan was going to keep her like this she would probably need a diaper. While that prospect was interesting, he didn't want to leave her like this for too long. As he gazed at the happy infant he pondered what his next move should be.