Megan and Will had a fun day, they hung out and played and Will seemed to start liking being coddled by Megan.
Being 5 Will started getting really cranky around 1 and needed to take a nap.
While Will was sleeping Megan made him even younger, back to 4 years old. Will awoke and stated he needed to switch
clothes rather matter-of-factly and Megan was delighted to oblige. She changed his clothes and babied him and he
even took another nap at 4. Although it was only one year it was 20% of Will's remaining age. Megan made him dinner
though his 4 year old appetite left plenty for another meal or two. She decided to change him back first thing tomorrow
morning, she had her fun and he was a really good sport about it.
Lying together at night Will carefully got up after he felt sure Megan wouldn't awaken. Whatever was happening
was getting worse not better. Megan had watched him go from adult to 9 year
old to 5 year old, to 4 year old. Will was sure she saw the pattern and was keeping a strong face for him.
Will was dying, he knew that. It was a horrific and humiliating way to go but Megan took it like a champ. It was after
his first nap today that Will decided he had to take care of this once and for all. He realized it was progressing, it
was continuing and even though the loss of age each time was slowing down it would still leave him completely helpless.
He lost about 60% of his age the first time, then 40% then 20% and he still had no idea how to reverse it, asking his
girlfriend to wait 7 years for his body to START maturing was excessive, assuming that he CAN still age forward. No,
this ends now, he has no more quality of life.
Will had been pretending to enjoy what Megan was doing but it took every ounce of strength he had to keep from
going crazy. He knew she meant well but he was a man trapped inside a child's body. Being treated like a child
was the last thing he wanted, it hurt him to allow it, but he gave it to her to let her feel that she made his
final days peaceful.
With a final look back at Megan who was sleeping on the couch in the living room, he went to the kitchen to write
his goodbye letter.
Dear Megan,
I love you so much, I know that these past few days have been so hard on you, you were so strong for me. I
can't tell you how much I appreciate you being here for me through this.
I have been getting younger by the day. Although I don't understand it, it's clear that if I don't do something this
is how I'm going to die. God knows I'm scared Megan and I don't want to go, but I refuse to loose control of my
bowels, or regress to a pile of goo on the floor. You deserve better than watching helpless as that happens to your
loved one.
I wish, I wish I could have given you children. I always wanted to be a father. I guess it just wasnt in the
cards for me, but I want you to find someone else, someone who can take care of you in all the ways I cant
anymore, 'cause you will make a fantastic mother and an incomparably wonderful wife.
I will love you always,
Will
PS Dont go into the upstairs bathroom. Just call the cops, go to your mother's, there is a ring for you in my
sock drawer at my apartment. I thought things would be so different. God, I love you so much.
Weeping violently but still stiffling the noise he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and did his best to go up the
stairs quietly. Having lost over half his mass made this easy for him. In his distress he forgot to turn off the
light in the kitchen.
Getting to the bathroom he took off his clothes and got into the shower...