There was a short pause. "Oh realllly? And here I thought you would be too afraid to let
anyone change your beautiful body." Jennifer heard 'Kyle' (whoever he was) chuckle.
"The last time you were ever nice to me was at your ninth birthday party. So for your
transformation, you're going to become nine years old again. Enjoy!"
Jennifer heard the phone click, as the boy on the other end hung up. The whole incident
weirded her out. "Nine years old? That's impossible..."
But even as she said it, she felt very strange. She felt hot, even feverish, and there was a
painful wrenching sensation inside her body. She felt like throwing up, so she rushed into
the bathroom.
Closing the door behind her, she rushed to the sink, her hands gripping the sides of it as
she looked into the mirror. She was sweating and her hair was already damp.
Another sharp pain, and when she could see clearly again, a 15-year old Jennifer was
staring back at her. "Oh my god, this can't be...ahhh...."
The pain caused her to fall to her knees, as her body shrank and contracted. And then,
blissfully, she passed out.
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Some time later, she regained conciousness. She was laying on the cold porcelain tiles of
the bathroom floor. She struggled to get up, and reached for the sink....which was much
higher off the floor than before. Managing to stand, she realized she could barely see
herself in the mirror!
She turned the shower, closing the door, which had a mirror attached to it, and could only
stand in shock at her own reflection. A cute girl of 9, with shoulder length, pale blonde
hair (it had darkened several shades as she grew older) and green eyes looked back at her.
Her pink bra looked ridiculous, hanging loosely on her now flast chest, and her skirt
slipped off her slender thighs to fall to the floor.
Her view trailed down and she looked at the area between her legs. Completely
hairless....she had been totally robbed of her young womanhood.
Tears came to her eyes, but she shook it off.
A lot of people thought Jennifer was your typical, attractive teenaged girl. A little flightly,
very superficial. And very spoiled.
And they'd be right, to a point.
But what most people didn't know is what happened a few weeks after her ninth birthday.
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"Now just stay in the car, Jenny, I'm going to run into the office real quick to get a few
things." Jennifer's mom smiled at her.
"But Mom, it's late, can't we just go home and have dinner?" Jenny looked over at her
mother. The school play had run late, and she felt tired and hungry.
Marilyn Smith smiled at her daughter. She looked so cute in the dress they'd made her
wear for the play. She kissed Jenny on the top of her head. "I won't be more than ten
minutes, dear, I promise."
But a few minutes later, Jenny heard the screams, and looked out the window to see a man
attack her mother. The man ripped open Marilyn's blouse, intent on raping her.
Jenny couldn't do anything but scream. Her mother struggled, and suddendly there was a
gunshot, and she fell to the ground, blood pooling around her.
And then the man looked right at her. He started walking towards the car.
In desperation, Jenny locked the doors, but then the man held up something. Her
mother's keys. He opened the door and....
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"Did he rape her? Did he rape my daughter?" Brian Smith was a tall man, who worked out
regularly. As if being physically imposing wasn't enough, he was powerful in other ways,
having recently been appointed to the post of Assistant District Attorney.
Dr. Lindsey Harker knew she was dealing with a man who could do something very rash,
so she spoke in a calm, even voice. "No Mr. Smith. He did remove her clothing, but that's
when the security guard stopped the assailant. Shots were fired, and both men are
currently in critical condition."
"And....Marilyn?" It was as if all the power had been drained out of Brian's body.
"I'm sorry, she died almost instantly, shot through the heart. But you can't lose yourself in
grief, Mr. Smith. Your daughter has suffered severe emotional trauma. Right now, she's in
a fugue, she's barely responsive, or even aware of her surroundings."
Brian nodded. "You're right...Jennifer is the most important thing right now. What's the
security guard's name? He saved my little girl's life...and got shot in the chest for it."
"Ah...Mark Riley. I'm fairly sure he'll pull through."
"Money is no object, Dr. Harker. You understand? I...I need to be alone for a bit."
"Of course."
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It was several months before Jennifer could go back to school. And she had changed.
Gone was the sensitive, quiet and caring girl from before. She'd been replaced. Jennifer
had no memory of her ordeal....on the surface.
But deep inside, there was another Jennifer. One who did remember. Another self,
created to deal with the trauma. Completely missed by the psychologists. And right now,
she was in charge.
Calmly, she picked up her clothing and headed to the laundry room, where Martha had
gathered some of her old clothes, to give to charity. Rummaging through the boxes,
Jennifer found some clothing that fit reasonably well. She put her old clothes into the
wash.
She remembered who Kyle Perkins was. A year younger than her, he was a very bright
young man, if somewhat socially inept. He lived in the neighborhood, which is why he'd
been invited to her birthday party. She remembered liking him, back then.
But the other her, she treated him poorly. Typical. Jenny didn't care much for Jennifer.
Oh she served her purpose, allowing the two of them to function socially. But at the
moment, Jenny didn't have much use for her. This was her time.
She found a pair of old sneakers and slipped them on, then made her way into her father's
room. She found the lockbox that he kept his gun in. Her father.
He was a decent man, but he hadn't been enough. If he'd been stronger, his daughter
wouldn't have ended up like this. The combination was easy to figure out, Marilyn's
birthday. She missed her mother. Perhaps now it was time to avenge her.
She loaded the gun. Colt, .45 caliber. A large weapon for her now. She experimented
with a two handed grip. It would take two fingers to pull the trigger. Long-range
accuracy would be for shit, but she didn't need much range.
She placed the gun, with spare ammo, in her schoolbag. She slung it over one
shoulder...it was also a bit large for her, but it would do.
Deep inside, she could hear Jennifer crying to get out.
"Sorry girl, you've had 8 years to grow up. And look how you turned out. This is your
fault. And, as usual, I'm going to clean up your mess. But this time, I'm not going to let
you back out. It's my turn now."
Her other self grew quiet. There was no arguing about which one of them was stronger.
Jenny noted a wad of bills in the lockbox as well. She took it. Who knows how long she
would be stuck in this body, she was going to have to take care of herself for now.
She felt no qualms about stealing from her father; he owed her a lot more than this. Also
in the lockbox were two addresses on a piece of paper.
-Mark A. Riley, 922 Madison St.
-Victor Hughes, 731 Carson Drive, Apartment D
Uncle Mark, she knew quite well. He'd saved her life, and took a bullet in the process. He
was a good man, and he might be able to help her.
As for Victor, he'd killed her mother..and more. It was time she did what her father was
too weak to do. Time to kill him.
But first...