"How about we get something to eat first I'm starved," Hannah stated. Lorelai giggled at the idea, the waifish teen hopping out of her sandals and skirt as she skipped towards the kitchen. Hannah could only smirk, watching the gypsy teens thick ebony hair bounce as her barefeet echoed on the wooden floors.
Now alone, the three teens studied themselves carefully. Peaking down the front of her shirt, the three teens frowned. The bras they wore were comically oversized, offering no support to their teenage breasts. Hannah was astounded by how thin she was now. Her shirt seemingly three size too big, her pants ridiculously baggy, even her shoes seemed a couple sizes too big as she wiggled her toes. As the three teens stood, they instinctively grabbed their pants as they threatened to cascade down their legs. "Wow look at us," Leslie said in awe. "I can't believe we were ever this skinny."
"Yeah and that's kind of a problem," Claire stated, gesturing to her pants. "I don't think I can walk in these things without a belt." Hannah and Leslie nodded, the teens pants looked clownish on their youthful teenage bodies. An impish smirk now spread across Hannah's lips as she let go of the waistband, the pants instantly collapsing around her ankles. "Hannah what are you doing," Claire asked in surprise.
"Cmon guys look at us," Hannah said. "Our shirts cover us like nightshirts. Why fight the inevitable?" Leslie and Claire took a moment to look at eachother before sighing. Hannah had a point, but it still was embarrassing to be running around half dressed. Taking a breath, the girls sighed before letting go.
Freeing themselves of there pants and shoes, the three teens now stood barefoot in Leslie's living room. Studying themselves carefully only confirmed just how young they now were. Coldish legs, boyish hips, flat butt, and feet that seemed just a bit large on their bodies. Everything about the trio screamed young teen. Even their oversized shirts looked like night shirts, giving the group the impression that they were a group of teenage girls in the midst of a sleepover, an embodimentof the bloom of youth. With a giggle the trio now sped towards Leslie's kitchen their barefeet slapping on the floor.
As the trio sped into the kitchen, they could see Lorelai rummaging through the cabinets. The gypsy teens standing on tiptoe as she gathered supplies for cooking. Noticing the girls, a wide, warm smile spread across her youthful face. "Looks like you three went all in," she said happily.
"Easier than trying to hitch up our pants constantly," Claire shrugged. "So what's on the menu?"
"Well," Lorelai said happily. "As soon as Hannah mentioned pancakes I got a craving. You want to help cook?" The trio agreed, pancakes sounded fantastic. As they went to work, Hannah found herself deep in thought.
As Hannah went about cooking, she found herself noticing how everyone was acting. The girls were giggly, seemingly embracing their newfound youth. The entire process of cooking was proving to make a mess, which the girls only laughed about more. The girls found themselves laughing, throwing handfuls of flour and batter at one another, acting like teenage girls who were home without any supervision. As immature is it seemed, Hannah couldn't help but find the entire scenario more enjoyable than anything she'd experienced in years.
Following a very messy and clumsy ooking session, Hannah sat down with the others enjoying her pancakes. It seemed so strange to Hannah. She usually wasn't this careless in her cooking. For whatever reason, it almost felt as if this was her first culinary experiment. Lorelai now noticed Hannah deep in thought, a bright smile forming on her round face. "Should have mentioned this earlier," she said. "When you become younger, occasionally you act younger. Especially when you're having fun."
"Was wondering about that," Hannah stated. "I'm usually more careful in the kitchen. Haven't done anything like this since..."
"You were a kid," Lorelai grinned, to which Hannah nodded. Lorelai laughed, her ebony curls bouncing around her cute, round face. "That's half the fun of the watch," she said. "Enjoying the simple, innocent, joys of childhood. Just wait until we go back a bit further." Hannah grinned, glancing at Claire and Leslie. Maybe Lorelai was right about wanting to relive her youth.