Your eyes dart around looking for... Looking for what? Cameras? Hidden peep holes? A set of eyes leering from the discreet crack of a door?
That last one sends the most shivers down your spine and you frantically run over to the hallway door to close it.
But it was already closed.
Not that this gives you any relief. If this... 'host' of yours is watching there has to be a camera or peep hole somewhere. You dart around, looking everywhere, even double-checking all of the furniture you already overturned when you were searching for your clothes, but the rich ornamentation of this room gives it too many places for any hidden spying devices. It is when you decide to look behind a mirror that your reflection catches your eye: you have grown younger again.
You gasp, taking in the sight. What you see is a girl who belongs in junior high, nowhere near done with puberty as evidenced by her gentle curves and rather small breasts. "Really now?" you say as you stagger closer. "Wasn't I young enough already?" Seeing those words mouthed by the girl in the mirror gives you a small sense of disassociation. Back when you were this actual age you hadn't exactly been the most feminine. It took until high school for you to bother with make up and skirts, but now you look too pretty to play with the boys like you used to. It seems almost as if the younger you're getting the prettier you're getting.
Sighing, you cup your breasts in an effort to get a hold on your changes and feel how they are slowly getting smaller and smaller. In the mirror you see yourself getting shorter, less curvy, and somehow gorgeous. The inward pinch of your midriff becomes evermore slight as your hips slim down at the same time, and between your legs you can see the last of your pubic hair fade away. You let go of your breasts, hands sliding down your chest and over your sides, resting your right hand on your hip in defiance of the loss of your sex appeal. Staring down your reflection you dare it to stop getting any younger. The face staring back gets smaller and its contours get filled in with a layer of charming baby fat. You don't look serious anymore with your intense gaze, you're just too cute now, but you refuse to look away until the spell is done.
Several minutes go by and you're certain you're finally done changing. You blink, taking stock of your child body. First your eyes: big, round, and almost hauntingly bright with beautiful, long lashes to frame them. And even with your intense expression your furrowed eyebrows look charming. Your nose is small and delicate, as if it solely exists to smell cupcakes and apple blossoms. Pulling back your lovely, pink lips to inspect your teeth: bright and white, but not unnaturally so. Your attention goes down your chin to your thin neck, tilting your head to watch your shimmering blonde hair shift in response. Past narrow shoulders you see your utterly flat chest. While your nipples are delightfully puffy you have no breasts anymore. Looking down confirms that you have yet to start growing them. There's a pang of longing for those gorgeous breasts you had earlier, and you silently wonder if there is a bedroom in this mansion that ages you back up. That will be for later, though.
Your trim tummy retains the lines of a carefully curated weight you had as an adult, with the middle line pointing down to the pinch of your navel. While they have slimmed down considerably, your hips still have a hint of a curve and past them are your shapely thighs. You shyly run your hands down them marveling at how soft your creamy skin has become. You part your coltish legs a little more and raise your hands back up to your crotch, framing your hairless cleft. There is a considerable amount of plumpness to your mons pubis and labia majora. With your hands you slowly part them, revealing a deep pinkness in your hidden folds. "Wow, I have a very pretty pussy..." The voice saying those words is high pitched and young as one would expect but it still catches you off guard. "What the heck!" It's cute and melodious but it still has a strange hint of maturity, as if your true age is trying to break through. "Lalala! Test! Test! Okay, that's enough for now."
Turning on your heel, you inspect your backside. Long, blonde tresses reach down to the small of your back. Good. You like this long hair. Your eyes are drawn further down where you can see have a plump, little butt. Keeping your eyes on your rear, you turn to your side and get on your toes, making an S curve with your spine. From this vantage point your butt is nice and round, not flat, and you feel sexy again, knowing that you still have this feminine swell. Admiring the way you look from this side, you run a hand over your buttocks while keeping the other on your chest. "Nice," you say in a voice that sounds a tad too sultry for your appearance.
What are you saying? In the mirror was a little girl trying to do a sexy pose in the nude. You yelp and shake your head, your face quickly flushing red down to your ears. How old are you now physically? Ten years old, you guess, maybe even as low as nine. On top of that you're buck naked.
You cry out in frustration and shake your head again. "For the love of God, get me some clothes at least, will ya??"
The room is tidy again. While you were checking yourself out in the mirror, the room had magically turned back the way it was when you first entered: the closet doors are closed, the drawers are drawn back in their cupboards, the bed is made. And right there on top of sheets lies an outfit fit for a child