Emily looked at her friends and shook her head. Samantha shifted her weight uncomfortably, trying to do something to alleviate the pressure in her breasts while Sandra's wolf ears dipped low. Then there was Tracy, her change was less obvious, and Emily had no clue what exactly it was, she just knew that Tracy had emerged from the closet pale and uncomfortable. She knew that of the four of them she had gotten lucky, having only grown a foot taller, but there was no telling what the next change would bring.
"I'm not playing anymore. I'll wait here while you guys finish it, but there's no way I'm letting the stupid game make me a freak," having said her part, Emily got up and walked away from the others to sit on one of the beds.
The others stared at her and she glared back, "Samantha, go already. You of all people should want to get this shit over with."
Samantha looked down at her massive, milky breasts and shook her head, "Are you sure? That might be like cheating."
"It's not cheating," Emily flopped down on the bed and turned away from her friends, "I'm dropping out of the game."
"Okay," Samantha said nervously and rolled the dice.
A moment later she let out a nervous giggle, "Emily, listen to the card I drew, 'Your friend is a coward - But she must face her fears - Put your piece back, this is her turn - And she goes back nine years'."
"She rolled a nine," Tracy added by way of explanation, sounding somewhat annoyed, "If she'd actually been able to go move that far she'd be making good progress."
"Get off my case," Emily sat up in the bed, reaching for a pillow to throw at the others, "I don't want to play the game so don't try to make me. I just - "
She stopped with a cry of alarm as vertigo overwhelmed her. Her clothing, which had been too small suddenly felt loose and when she looked at her hands she saw them shrinking before her eyes.
At her cry of alarm the others turned to look at her and they all gasped.
Sandra was the first to recover, "How old are you?"
Her voice was shrill with fear.
"T-twenty," Emily stammered, her voice sounding small and higher even to herself.
"And if you lose nine years," Tracy started.
"You'll be eleven," Sandra finished.
"Noooo!" Emily cried, wrapping her arms tightly across her chest, feeling her once proud d-cup breasts shrinking away as she went through puberty in reverse. She could feel her bones shifting and clicking back into place as the curves of her hips became the narrow lines of a prepubescent girl. There was a tingle from between her legs as her pubic hair vanished and her pussy reverted back to the tight, virgin slit it had been when she was eleven. Her breasts tingled and ached as they went down past a b-cup and further still until her bra hung uselessly on her, far too big for her small frame and unnecessary since her breasts were barely there, nothing more than the puffy nipples on the barest buds of breasts.
She sat on the bed, looking lost in her too big clothing and before she could help herself she began to cry, big tears flowing her cheeks as she sobbed openly.
In a flash Tracy was at her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and hugging her close.
"It's alright hon," Tracy said gently, patting her on the back, "We'll get through this and wish us all back in the end."
Emily continued to cry, her emotional state having reverted with the rest of her.
"I don't want to be a little girl," she whined, "I want to be me."
"We're all in the same boat," Tracy said softly, "But we've got to try and hold it together."
Back at the game bored Sandra and Samantha stared at each other, trying to figure out what they were supposed to do now.