"Alright, we need to set some ground rules before we do anything", said Mr. Nathaniel Cameron as his two charges ran excitedly into the room. "For one thing, you're both over 18, you should know better than to do anything foolish". Mr. Cameron was in his fifties, 6 feet tall and still in good shape from his football days. Now consigned to teaching math, he had close-cropped grizzled grey and glasses, and made sure to take out his frustrations on his students any time he could.
"Yessir", said Madison Fuller and Pauline Chan in unison, looking up at him obediently.
"And don't give me that look either, I know what you two are capable of, and you can't pull those things on me", he said, glaring back at them.
Madison and Pauline exchanged glances. They seemed to be complete opposites. Madison was 5'10'', with long curly auburn hair and blue eyes, and a perfect figure that she showed off with a low-cut dress. Pauline on the other hand had short straight black hair, brown eyes, and glasses, and a scrawny 5'1'' figure that she hid under sweaters and loose pants. The brilliant Asian girl was a straight A student, and yet she was lifelong best friends with the curvy redhead. Together everyone knew they were trouble. Their pranks weren't mindlessly destructive, oh no. They were thought out. Targeted. Like the time when they flooded the boys' locker room after the football team bullied Ayden. Or when they made Mrs. Moore's car break down after she saw to it that the environmental science electives were dropped from the curriculum. Pauline's smarts and Madison's diplomacy ensured they got away with it every time. Mr. Cameron hated that.
"That's right, I'm wise to you", said Mr. Cameron. "Now then, rules. This may be the Age wing, but nobody will be going below 18, and nobody will be going above 60. And nobody does anything without my permission. Have I made myself clear?"
The girls glanced at each other again and smiled faintly. "Yessir", they repeated.
"Very well. What options do we have?"
Mr. Cameron turned on the TV. A woman in a neat white suit appeared on the screen as she narrated a slideshow.
"Hello! Please allow me to welcome you to the Transformation Resort. As you have chosen the Age Wing of the resort, let me give you some rules and advice.
Your room is equipped with multiple ways of changing your age. There are snacks, potions, powders, remotes, ray guns, and anything you need to make the timer go up or down. If you don’t want to change your age in your room, there are other things in the wing that can suit you better. All of our restaurants have a special ingredient on their food for appropriate ages. Our shopping center has different ways to change your age. We have a pool and a spa for age changes. And lastly we have some entertainment to help accommodate your age changes, I recommend the Amazing Lesley's show. We have clothes to match whatever size and shape you may be, so no need to worry about your wardrobe either.
Just a bit of a warning before you start. Age does have limits. You cannot age past a hundred. If you regress past newborn, you would be instantly be assigned to the nearest available woman's womb. If you are alone, you can request a surrogate from our main desk; otherwise you may end up inside one of the guests. But if you regress past conception, you will not die, but revert to an egg and have to be reconceived. This will of course be up to your new mother to decide, which is why we recommend contacting us for a surrogate to have peace of mind.
Once again, thank you for choosing the Transformation Resort and I hope you have yourself a safe and wonderful stay."
"Well that's interesting", grumbled Mr. Cameron, already thinking about what sort of tomfoolery Madison and Pauline would be up to. "Let's see. What shall we do then? We probably have to do something."
Little did he know that Madison and Pauline already had something in mind...