Still 5/6/2004. Thankfully she only went back a month... Or did she? Staring at herself in the mirror, Lisa had no way of telling if this little watch actually did what was advertised... Unless she went far enough back, risking someone else noticing that she's younger! That little thought tickled her curiosity and excited her a bit, like she was getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Idle fantasies drifted through Lisa's head as she stood there, swaying and turning the watch over in her hand. High school friends noticing she's missing a few inches, to relatives asking if she's lost weight... Briefly she imagined her sister, who always wanted to catch up to her in maturity, pointing out how much more immature her figure would be. She'd always be one step behind her friends and siblings when it came to growing up. If she got caught, it'd be an embarrassing nightmare, but she really wanted to make sure this was real--
A sudden knock on Lisa's bedroom door made her jump, nearly dropping the watch as she clawed at it as it turned end-over-end mid-air before finally clapping both hands over it awkwardly. Quickly her eyes shot to the shelf with her jewelry box that hung from wall. She reached up and tucked the watch there, before plopping herself down on the bed. "Yeah?"
"What are you up to, Lisa?" Her mother, peering around the edge of the door as she let herself in. "I heard you scrambling."
"I dozed off, Mom, I uh... I didn't mean to 'cause I had stuff I wanted to get done today."
"Really? Like what?" Her mother frowned.
"Homework. There's this Math test coming up and Julie..." Lisa replied quickly, making up a story.
"Well it'll have to wait. I need you downstairs to help."
"Moooom!" Lisa whined, almost squeakily.
"It's what you get for dozing off, Lazybones! You're not a little kid anymore."
Lisa moaned, but got up anyway. She glanced at the stopwatch on her way out, pausing for a minute, longing to play around with the toy a bit more. She sighed. Closing the door behind her on her way out, she adjusted her waistband on her sweatpants, probably dishevelled from her scrambling earlier, and made her way downstairs to help her mother in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, on the little shelf above her bed, the watch ticked away, the little display ticking down... 16 years, 0 months, and 2 days.... 15 years, 11 months, 28 days...