A rapping noise on the window next to your head causes the smile to rapidly slip from your face. Turning, you see the scowling face of a mall cop. A deep crimson flush heats your face, compounding your embarrassment.
"GET OUT OF THE CAR!" demands the security man, in a tone somewhere between a growl and a shout. He grabs the door handle and seems to be attempting to rip it off the car.
"Just a moment!" you mumble in protest, slowly extracting your sixteen year old body from the car. You grab at your pants as they threaten to slip from your reduced waistline. Briefly you wonder if he's going to demand to see your driver's license. You guess you'd have a hard time passing for the guy in the photograph....
"What are you doing, kid?!" demands the mall cop. Looking at him, you realize that he is about the same age as you are-- were, before using the cream.
"N-, nothing," you reply, nervously, squirming. Can a mall cop arrest people?
"Well, we had a complaint about someone masturbating in public," he continues accusingly.
"Uhm, it wasn't me...," you lie, weakly.
"Oh, is that right?" states the security guard sarcastically. "Then what is THIS!?"
He pokes a finger at the stain spattered all over, and slowly dripping down, your shirt. Involuntarily, you look down.
"Oh, uhm, that..." you answer slowly, stalling as your brain struggles to come up with an answer. Forgetting for the moment about your pants, you grab your baggy, now over-sized shirt and pull the front up slightly. As you shift uncomfortably, your pants slid down to the concrete floor.
Seeing the motion of your falling pants, the mall cop bends over slightly, glancing down and inadvertently pokes his still extended index finger into a particularly large gob of spew.
Glancing sharply at his finger, disgusted look crosses the grown man's face, and he shakes his hand angrily.
Torn between shock and laughter, you stare as the security guard's face turns an angry crimson and he begins sputtering incoherently.
"You! YOU! Damn Kid! I should--! I ought to--!"
Then something weird begins to happen. While he is stammering, struggling for words, more and more gray hairs, more and more wrinkles beginning to appear on his face. His waist thickens, his pot belly sags, straining the buttons on his shirt.
Speaking of shirts, the stain on yours noticeably lessens will the guard's apparent age increases. Eyes flicking back and forth between the shirt and the aging man, you watch the transformation in fascination as your lost years are transferred from shirt to adult.
Suddenly, the mall cop realizes something is wrong.
"What th--? What's wrong with my hand?!" the grown up demands, staring at his now liver spot covered hand, with its swollen knuckles and loose skin. "What's happening to me?! How"?!"
Taking advantage of his distraction, you dive back into your car, twisting the key in the ignition, jamming it in gear, and speed out of the parking structure.
In the rear view mirror, the guard is still staring in horror at his arms, hands, and whatever else of his now elderly physique he can see. He it seems he has not even noticed your absence.
'What the heck happened back there?' you wonder. Then you catch a glimpse of the jar of Age Cream still sitting on the passenger seat. The statement about ingesting or touching the ejaculate comes into your mind. The mall cop has absorbed your years! Now there is no going back, even if you could have brought yourself to ingest some of your own semen. Part of you knows it is sort of tragic, but a much younger, and now dominant, part of you finds it funny, and you find yourself laughing.
You wonder what to do next...