Something had been building in Lisa ever since she started losing inches, but she hadn't really paid attention to it until the moment her mother gave her skinny rear end a wedgie. She REALLY had to go. Now.
"I really gotta go pee, sorrymomI'llberightback!" Lisa said, her voice climbing to a softened pitch she hadn't heard in years. She clenched her thighs together, hitching the loose sweatpants up as she trudged over to the stairs. Looking up them she was momentarily disoriented by how much taller they looked. Feeling her hoodie shift she shook her head back to the moment. No time to get distracted, the clock's ticking.
Her mother was calling after her as she grabbed the bottoms of her sweatpants and lifted them all the way up past her knees. She sped up the stairs two at a time; each second hesitating was a week lost. Suddenly, as the top of the stairs flew past, she realized she misjudged a step. She cried out as she went careening, dropping her pants to catch herself as her legs flew up behind her.
She lifted herself up, having a serious case of deja-vu. She frantically kicked her pants off, half-crawling, half-running to the hallway bathroom. She fumbled with the doorknob and practically threw herself at the toilet seat, nearly falling off in the process. She made it. She let herself release, and sighed. She sat there breathing slowly, calming herself. She regathered her thoughts.
"Wait..." She said, letting her gaze drift down. Something didn't sound right. Her hoodie! She was peeing all over the back of her hoodie, completely soaking it. "Shit!"
Lisa quickly stood up, stopping herself for a moment before lifting her heavy soaked hoodie over her head and dropping it with an embarrassing 'plop' in the corner of the bathroom's tile floor. She was so mortified at herself, a burning blush covered her cheeks. "Dammit, you're not a fucking baby Lisa!" The curse sounded strange from her younger self. She tried to settle the dreadful feeling in her gut as she sat down again and finished peeing as quickly as she could.
After wiping herself down she turned to the mirror to wash her hands hurriedly. She stretched to turn on the faucet, looking up at herself as she did. Without her clothes on, it was painfully obvious how young she was getting. No tits to speak of, a chubby belly, her teenaged makeup doing nothing to hide her rounded, full cheeks and button nose. At least her complexion was clear... She turned to her side, and it only emphasized how much her belly was sticking out, and how flat her ass had gotten. She was a girl just on the cusp of becoming a teen, not a girl on the cusp of being a woman. Her shocked expression at seeing this youthful form from her foggy memories in motion, only added to how... *young* she looked. Younger than her sister Clara, even.
Lisa peered out the doorway, making sure her mother or her other family weren't coming upstairs. She dashed to her room, slamming it behind her, and immediately went for the shelf. It was too high!
"I'm going to kill past me." She groaned, as she tried jumping to gain enough height to reach the watch from its hidden spot. She looked at her small bedside table beside it and quickly pulled herself up onto it. It was unstable but as long as she was careful... There! She could reach it. With shaky legs and shortening arms, she carefully leaned forward. Just as her fingers brushed it...