"Look, this is a misunderstanding," you plead, felling the weight of the bouncer's ample backside pressing down on your back. "I got a jar of age cream at this store in the mall-- it made me younger..."
"I gotta admit, that's a new one," the bouncer growls above you, sounding less than impressed. "Why don't you save it for the cops and your parents?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you-- I don't have any parents!"
"Oh, so now you're an orphan?" asked the large man, sarcastically.
The conversation goes on like this for what seems like hours, although more likely minutes, until a patrol car pulls up at the bar. Some of the bar's patrons are still watching, including your "friends", and cheer the arrival of the cops. They must be pretty bored.
"Okay, what's going on here?" asks a totally hot female cop-- her uniform only making her hotter. Your young mind is definitely distracted by improbably fantasies.
"This kid stole an i.d. and tried to get into the bar, then wanted to fight me when I wouldn't let him in," the bouncer explains in a bored tone of voice. "He claims some magic potion made him younger, and that the i.d. is his. Have you heard that one before?"
"It was an ointment I got at the mall!" you interject, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment. From your spot on the ground you realize you have an excellent view of the policewoman's...
"Why don't you let him get up?" suggests the officer. "Actually I would like to hear his side of the story."
Getting up, you suddenly realize that you have a raging erection, and that your boxers and loose fitting pants are doing nothing to conceal it. Self consciously, you attempt to discreetly adjust your pants. Someone in the bar taps loudly on the glass.
"The kid's got a boner!" the patron shouts. Laughter erupts.
"Who wouldn't? She's hot! She can arrest me anytime!" someone else declares.
The officer leads you a little ways off, out of sight of the bar's customers.
"All right, what happened?" she asks you, in a very no-nonsense tone of voice. She has a small notebook and a pen in her hands. "And, please, stop looking at my breasts and look at my face."
Ooops! Your eyes had wandered without your mind noticing!
"Sorry," you quickly apologize. Your mind is quickly running scenarios, all of them bad. Man, your life is going to be over! If you are arrested, your parents are going to kill you! You'll miss school and flunk out! Suppose you are waved into adult court!
Huh? Wait a moment, you aren't actually sixteen! Some sort of cream just reduced your age..., right?
"I, I got some cream at this shop in the mall-- the Ointment Shop-- and used too much. It makes guys younger," you hesitantly explain, wondering how much detail to go into. Would she really want to know how you applied it? "I don't know what to do about things like my driver's license and stuff."
"Did you remember to wash any residue off afterward?" she asks, looking you in the eyes. Her eyes are a nice shade of blue, and her face framed by silky raven colored hair...
"Huh?" Your brain processes the question, bringing you back to the conversation. "Was I supposed to?"
"Yes," she replies with an annoyed sigh. "Believe it or not you aren't the only guy to buy a jar of that stuff and go wild using it. Unfortunately for you, you are among the ones who didn't read all of the instructions, and, by leaving the ointment on your cock, you have been slowly mentally regressing to match your physical age. At this point you have almost certainly lost any knowledge you gained after high school, so for all practical purposed you ARE a sixteen year old kid!"
"No way," you protest, instinctively backing up a few steps. "I'm an adult!"
"Okay, then, how old are you and where do you live?" she asks impatiently.
You open your mouth to answer-- but your brain won't supply the answers! You KNOW you were an adult..., probably over 21? And you don't think you are still living with your parents...
"I gotta wash this stuff off!" you shout in panic.
"Relax, at this point it won't make a difference," she reassures you. "Besides, there is still the issue of your trying to get alcohol while a minor."
Uh-oh.
"Look! Please! This was all a mis-ta-take!" you shout, your voice cracking. Could you be getting younger? Or is it just nerves?
The policewoman is studying you, and opens her mouth to answer...