Jennifer grabbed a tank top and shorts from a nearby laundry basket and put them on the blonde 23-year-old in front of her with the brain of a 3-year-old.
"Come on sweetie, Auntie Jenny is going to make you lunch," Jennifer said."
"Kay," Ashley said.
Ashley sat at the kitchen table, and Bobby put some of Jennifer's coloring books from when she was her real age of 5 in front of her. Ashley happily colored while Bobby watched.
"I like you Bobby," the 21-year-old toddler said. "You big boy. You baby sit when I was bigger girl. Now I little."
"Oh you are? Bobby asked, slightly amazed at what was going on. "And how old are you now?"
Ashley held up three fingers. "This many," she replied. "I used to be more but I forget how more."
Bobby was astounded. Here in front of him was a full-grown, 19-year-old woman, who only had the mental capacity of a 3-year-old, and all he could think of as he watched this adult child color was that he could see her cheekbones become less prominent as acne began to subtly return to her forehead.
Jennifer put a peanut butter sandwich in front of the 17-year-old. "Eat up sweetie," she said. Then she walked over to Bobby and planted a big kiss on his lips.
"What was that for?" Bobby asked.
"That," Jennifer said, "was a taste of what's to come. After we put the baby down, we're going to have some 'fun' again."
"Baby?" Bobby asked.
"Yes," Jennifer said, glancing over at the 14-year-old -- skinnier, less busty and with hands covered in peanut butter. "Don't stop her changes until she's in infancy."
"But what about your brother in her womb?" Bobby asked.
"He'll keep for now," Jennifer replied.
"Finished!" Ashley yelled, and stood up. The tank top hung off one shoulder and the bottom of it reached the knees of the now shorter 12-year-old. Her shorts fell to the ground but she didn't seem to care. "Wanna go outside!" she yelled.
"Not just yet dear," Jennifer said."
"WANNA GO OUTSIDE!" Ashley screamed, then began running around the kitchen yelling.
"Oh great," Bobby said. "I'm in tune with the ring, and I think what's happening is her 3-year-old temper tantrum is being magnified by her hormones -- she's experiencing her first period in reverse."
"Give it a sec," Jennifer said, watching the bawling pre-teen toddler jump around.
Sure enough, in a few minutes a very tired, blonde 9-year-old in an oversized tank top walked over to Jennifer, her head now below the woman's breasts. She appeared to be exhausted and was wiping sleep from her eyes.
"I sorry Jenny," she said. "I bad."
"It's OK," Jennifer said. "Come with me, I'll read you a story."
Jennifer took a book from the shelf and sat in a big comfy chair. Ashley sat on her former friend's lap.
As Jennifer read the story, she could feel the girl get lighter and lighter as she regressed in age. Halfway through, the book, Ashley was back to her original 5 years, albeit still with the brain of a 3-year-old. She kept on reading, and the blonde girl grew smaller and smaller in her arms, shrinking completely out of the tank top. Ashe finished the book, she picked up a nearly 1-year-old little girl.
"Look at her trying to talk," Jennifer said. "Mentally she is still 3 but her tongue is too weak to form the right words!"
Soon, there sat the strange group: The 6-month-old blonde girl with the brain of a 3-year-old, the 40-year-old brunette and her 25-year-old lover.