Candace was looking increasingly good as she was moving toward her mid-twenties, and her body continued to outshine Mandy's at an equivalent age...apparently she took better care of herself. "I always call you Mandy...don't I? Since we were kids..."
"No, when we were kids you called me...brat," she said.
"That's because you were a little brat," she replied. "I mean...ruining my dates..."
"Candace...that never happened," she insisted..."I mean...it's not real. You are really a little girl..." Mandy insisted, as she slipped below twenty.
As Candace grew older, new memories and knowledge were building, of having graduated from college...gotten a job. Unlike her mother, who had grown out of a rebellious phase, and still had the tattoos to show it, she seemed to have skipped it somehow. The idea of being Mandy's child was there...but it seemed...ridiculous somehow. "I don't think so," she said. "Besides...you aren't exactly the poster child for responsibility..."
At the same time, Mandy's tattoos looked as fresh as the day she got them...well, some of them...as the most visible ones were starting to fade into nothingness...as if they'd never been there in the first place as she sunk below 19. With it did fade some wisdom. She'd just been starting her rebellious phase when she got to college...it was why her grades hadn't been as high as they could have been. "I'm plenty responsible," she insisted.
Candace was now nine years older than Amanda, and the gap was only widening as she started to see the other occupant of the room as immature. Not that Mandy was helping, arguing with her. As she retreated into high school, the last of her tattoos vanished. The maturity was starting to slowly vanish from her face.
The two continued to argue as Mandy's figure started to grow a bit awkward. Her perfect skin started to break out. Finally, Candace's counter hit 30....and the two of them froze again, as another wave of mental changes hit as Candace was now double Mandy's age, and the gap continued to widen.
Mandy's breasts started to shrink, and her legs became thin and wiry. Her demeanor shifted from argumentative to scared suddenly... "Mom....what's going on?" She asked, looking up at Candace.
The word resonated with Candace, who looked at the girl in front of her. "I'm not totally sure, sweetie....but...I think I want it to stop."
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