"I think we should be Leslie's age."
The sour expression on Claire's face told Hannah everything she needed to know. Hannah was going to have a hard time convincing her friend to go back to high school. "Are you nuts," Claire exclaimed. "We're young enough as is! What would becoming teenagers accomplish?"
"Just hear me out," Hannah stated, holding up her hands. "Look, when Leslie used the watch, she should have vanished or something. She never came to visit us when she was a Senior did she?" Claire opened and closed her mouth, Hannah wasn't wrong. When they were in college the first time, Claire didn't meet Leslie until she began college. "Okay true," Claire said. "But what would us becoming teenagers prove?"
"I think we're all connected to this watch," Hannah began, glancing down at the watch on her hand. "Regardless of our age, we're going to be stuck together until this is over. That's why Leslie didn't vanish. As crazy as it sounds...reality is going to change." Claire furrowed her brow, still unconvinced by Hannah's statement. "Okay," she said. "Let's say you're right. If that's the case, if we became teenagers again we would go back to high school and not for nothing we went to different schools. How would that change?"
"That's what I want to find out," Hannah stated. Just gazing at the watch made Hannah want to press it. She couldn't quite explain it, but their was an allure to her theory. Part of her thought it madness to want to become younger. Another part, a part that seemed to be growing in volume, seemed to tell her that she needed to do this. "I'd rather not," Claire grumbled. "Not for nothing we're talking about becoming children. That and I really don't feel like wearing a uniform again or attending high school."
"You wore a uniform," Leslue asked.
"Yeah," Claire sighed. "I was in private school too and unlike you two it was girls only. That's how Hannah and I bonded so quickly, we both went to private school and shared all the horror stories." Leslie nodded, furrowing her brow as she thought. "I thought you were prom queen?"
"She was," Hannah replied. "But their prom was with an all boys school."
"And it sucked," Claire grumbled. "The skirts, the knee socks, the freaking slide on dress shoes. It sucked, we both agreed on that. Why in the hell would you even want to chance that on an experiment that may or may not work?!" Hannah said nothing, Claire staring at her old friend in exasperation. Grunting on frustration, her shoulders slumped. Whether she liked it or not Hannah had made up her mind. The only question was whether she would join her friend. "Give me that."
Claire scowled, gazing first at the watch before glaring at Hannah. "Two things," she grumbled. "One, you better do it too. Second, if we're stuck in high school I'm so stuffing you in a locker." Hannah nodded, offering a sympathetic smile as Claire hit the button.
20...19...18...
Claire held her breath, watching as the curves of college melted away. Hannah watched the blondes face round, becoming definitively teenage as her breasts rose, while losing a cup size. As she slammed down the stopper, she sighed as she noticed how loose her pants were. The regression having wiped away the curves around her hips and butt. "17 years 6 months," she grumbled. "Crap, does that make me the youngest?"
Hannah nodded, Leslie now stood an entire month older than the pretty blonde teen. "On the plus side you're cute," Hannah offered. Claire seemed unmoved by this, the future prom queen shoving the watch into her hands. As Hannah gazed at it, she trembled slightly. What was she thinking? The three of them were willingly returning to childhood based on a theory. If they couldn't reverse this, they would be teenagers again, minors, forced to relive the last year of high school and all of college. Worse still, the independence they once had would be gone. They would once more find themselves living under their parents rules. Taking a deep breath, Hannah slowly pressed the button.
20...19...18...
Hannah watched herself carefully, a slight bit of relief washing over her. Before entering college, Hannah was thin and unathletic. When she entered college the 'Freshman 15' enlarged her hips, rear, and breasts. At first she didn't mind until she and Claire began hitting the bar. When that happened, she noticed no guys were paying any attention to her. Hannah was cute. She recalled overhearing some random guy rating her a 6 or 7. Despite the existence comment, she began to feel self conscious, focusing on her fitness. Within a year and a half, Hannah had a body that turned everyone's head.
Those days though were now a future problem. Hannah noticed her stomach h flatten, her hips narrow, her butt shrink. Gazing at her face she could see it round giving her a youthful, teenage girl next door appearance. It was a small counselation prize, seeing herself return to the cute teenage girl with a trim figure. Hitting the button, Hannah now read the display.
"17 years 8 months," she said, drawing a frown from Claire. Technically she was the oldest in the car, but it was only by a month. As she was about to ask a question, both Hannah and Claire heard their phones beep. Taking a quick look, both teens eyes went wide in surprise. "What is it," Leslie asked.
"Our moms," they replied in awe. "They want to know how the visit to college went. I guess we all got accepted and talked our parents into visiting."
"Well," Leslie stated. "At least we have an excuse for being all the way out here."
"Yeah," Claire stated. "But something tells me we better figure this out quick. Pretty sure if we try to come home tomorrow, we'll end up grounded." Hannah and Claire nodded in agreement. While the watch kept them together, a slew of new problems now presented themselves. Living with a curfew.