Clara soon shrugs it off and said, "Oh well... I must be imagining things. Guess this is what happens when you have a daughter since you were a young mother of 24."
She soon left the washer running and headed to back to Lisa's room to continue cleaning. What she didn't know is that she just said was wrong. She had Lisa when she was 27, not 24. What happened was that while her body was regressing, her mind was joining in as well as years of memories and knowledge were slowly being sapped away from her. Yet for some reason, she still thinks Lisa is sixteen and she's the mother. But it would change when the watch continues to de-age her body.
Making the journey up the stairs, she was already leaving forty and making a slow decline through her thirties. Approaching her room, she looked at the mess that was still there and warmed up before she could start.
"Okay, Clara. Time to do a major overhaul!" she said.
She soon started to going around her daughter's room and worked herself to the bone to keep it clean. From placing the clean clothes to the closet, dusting the shelves, cleaning the windows, and vacuming the floor, she was making sure that the room was spot on and there is no stone left unturned. During her cleaning, she started to feel more energy coming from within her body, so she pushed herself harder. "Wow! I didn't know I have that much in me. Never felt this good since I had Lisa." she said to herself as her renew energy kept her cleaning in a much more brisk and fast pace.
Course, since the pocket watch was still on, Clara kept regressing into her thirties as not only her energy was returning, but her body was taking back what father time took from her. Her droopy breasts began to rise upwards and expand back to the D cup breasts she was once proud of. The growth strained her button blouse to the point that a couple of buttons popped off and flew across the room, letting her chest show some serious cleavage. "Oh poo... Now I have to clean that." she said as she approached the spot where the buttons are and picked them up. The rise of her breasts also caused the lower him of her shirt to rise up to reveal her stomach. The stomach in particular was once had a bump and muffin tuff as it was the result of pregnancy and child birth. But the watch was reversing is as the stomach flattened and had a dusting of abs and her hips lost the baby weight and regained the curvy hourglass figure. Even her rear was expanding back to it's proper place, giving her waist extra curves and valleys. And her muscles were regaining the tone she had lost, as she had extra strength to carry heavier things. Her face was also youthening as the faint lines around her eyes and mouth faded out of existence, leaving the skin smooth and clean with a bit of faint freckles adoring her cheeks. What little grays she had left in her red hair was long gone as the color was now vibrant and shining in the sun. The hair itself kept growing down, causing the bun on her hair to unravel and exploded out of the rubber band, letting descend to the middle of her back before restyling into a wavy from with a few strands in the front popping and curling in front of her face between the eyes.
The moment she was done cleaning, Clara was now a thirty year old hottie in the prime of her life. Wiping her hands together, she looked at how clean Lisa's room was and said, "Ah... Much better. I swear, that girl never cleans her room in days. Good thing her Aunt Clara is here to help out."
Her mind was catching up with her age. Apparently, Clara was no longer a mother. Instead, she was an aunt that is looking after her when Lisa's parents dies of a car accident and she had to be the legal guardian since she would be too young to give birth to her.
Taking off her glasses, she blinked a few times and wondered why she was wearing them in the first place. Putting them in the side pocket, she looked around and wondered what to do. "Well... I have plenty of time to kill before Lisa and her friend returns. What should I do today..."