Jennifer couldn't keep track of time, she could only feel something changing, the walls around her somtimes shrinking, other times growing. Her mind was wrapped in a fog as her undeveloped brain was incapable of higher thought. Several times it felt she didn't exist at all. She had a peaceful existence in oblivion, until suddenly it all changed. The walls around her began to shake as the warmness that surrounded her suddenly disappeared. It wasn't long till she floundered out into bright light of being born. Crying from the distress, her voice was soon muffled by the feeling of what Jennifer only guessed was a nipple.
After a few hours Jennifer slowly tried to open her eyes, the light hurt but she needed to see. Her newborn face contorted as she was now able to witness what had happened in her absence.
Sylvia loomed over Jennifer as she rocked her daughter. Most concerning was her age, Sylvia must have only been five! Jennifer looked on frozen in shock as the curse continued to have wittled down their ages to the breaking point. Jennifer could only see Mary when Sylvia carried her throughout the house. Mary seemed to be drastically younger now, no longer the head of the house she was only ten years old. Another couple was seen moving through the old house that Jennifer had never met, they looked to be teenagers. She shuddered to imagine it could have been her great grandparents, or worse her great great grandparents were also here, unseen as of yet.
There had to be an adult around here Jennifer thought to herself, but she had only been able to glimpse nobody older than fifteen so far. The house hadn't changed its views on sex either, as the couple made love at the same time, and also the same room as Mary and Jeff, who had also been reduced to being probably ten as well. Sylvia returned Jennifer back to her small crib thankfully. As she laid on her back she could only look up to see the ragged and unkempt face of Sylvia. She nearly broke into tears at the sight of her mother now reduced, instead stopping as another kid stepped into her frame of vision. He must have only been five or six as well. Leaning over he gave a firm kiss on Sylvia's lips. Giggling as he murmured something Jennifer couldn't understand. She was just a newborn of course she couldn't understand words yet.
Jennifer couldn't speak, couldn't move except to wiggle around. Over the rest of the day she was paraded around the house in all it's glory and horror. The newest addition to the Smith family.