Lisa frantically looked around, her hair whirling with strands sticking to her hot, damp face. With a half sobbing/whining noise, she looked around while absently brushing her hair out of her eyes. She was facedown, lifting herself up onto her elbows.
"W-Where is it..." her voice strained.
There! A glint in the dark. The watch had bounced and rolled to the far end under the bed. She blinked and sniffled, then blinked the tears away finally. She took a deep breath, then gasped at what she saw. 10 years, 6 months, 5 days... 10 years, 2 months, 10 days... She tore her eyes from the watch and looked down at her hands, at her own body, leaning onto one arm to better inspect herself. Her fingers were shortening, growing smoother and paler. Her little poochy belly was starting to stick out more, as if her legs were being absorbed into her childish gut. She could actually SEE the changes happening! She was rooted there with her gaping mouth as her little toes shrank towards her, giving the illusion that they were growing larger. It wasn't until she felt her soft tummy pressing against the rough carpet that she snapped out of it. It was happening so much faster now!
Lisa flipped over on her stomach and made a mad crawl to the space under the bed. It was a low hanging bed, and she was normally too big as a teen to crawl under it, but it was never an issue since she could always reach anything. That is, until her arm came up a mere inch too short, even as she ground her head and shoulder as tightly to the gap as she could. "No, no, no! You gotta be kiddin' me!" She was really panicking now, her voice was trailing up in pitch as she pleaded. "Please, please!!"
She pulled back and looked at the watch again, thinking quickly while she saw the display ticking away. 8 years, 10 months, 13 days... 8 years, 4 months, 1 day... The gap between her and days of diapers was quickly closing. Gaps... A gap! The end of the bed!
She pulled herself up to stand at full height, all four-feet-and-four inches of herself. The mattress of her bed came just below her belly-button. She clambered up onto it, giving a little hop as she went. She silently shot out a thank-you into the universe that she hadn't gotten too short for that yet. The little gap between her bed and the wall was in front of her. It was always a pain in the ass normally, as it swallowed up phones or notebooks or literally anything else that'd be a nuisance to fish out of the under-bed. Now it was her only hope. The bed that Lisa slept on was far, far wider than it was tall.
She dove for the edge, giving her head a bit of a knock as she went down, along with a hell of a kink in her neck. She didn't care, though. Every dwindling inch of her was straining for that watch in the darkness. Her fingers flailed around before-- there! She could feel it! Slowly but gingerly she pulled it out by the loop on top of its casing. As soon as she had it past the lip of the edge, she rolled away from the wall, holding it close to herself.
Lisa yelled in triumph, though the effect was kind of cheapened coming from a seven-going-on-six year old. She quickly hit the button to stop the process. Make that 7 years and 6 months, exactly. As she let herself take some deep shaking breaths, she once again examined her body. She'd be lucky if she cleared four feet tall, now. Her legs were scrawny, straight and narrow. No curve at all to them, but clearly smooth with some childhood pudge. Speaking of which, her belly, which only mildly stuck out moments before, completely eclipsed her ability to see herself 'down there'. She couldn't even really move it out of the way. She forgot how much of a little butterball she was. The most disorienting bit was how much closer everything seemed to her face now. Hard to believe that something so young and puny was actually... her.