I wished to return Abby back to the normal 8-year-old girl that she was. Using the power of the ring, I quickly said to myself “I wish that Abby was 12 years younger, and her clothes return the way they were.” With that I looked back at Abby’s curvaceous body from behind, as she stretched her arms up, letting out one last reliving moan before her inevitable regression. I watch as Abby’s ample assets suddenly began to retreat. Her once proud bosom started to deflate back into her chest, while her wide childbearing hips and ass slowly became narrower and flat once more. Her height decreased, slowly at first, but as soon as she hit her teenage year, she started having what seemed like reverse growth spurts in which her body would shoot down a couple inches in rapid successions. The torn clothes that Abby once grew out of rose from the ground, latching on to her body fixing every stitch as the torn pieces began to connect.
The whole processed end in what seemed to be just about a minute, with that Abby was no longer that buxom sexy 20-year-old bombshell I prematurely forced her to grow into, but back to the innocent 3rd grader she was supposed to be. Abby though seemed a little confused about the whole ordeal, I wasn’t sure what exactly she was thinking, but after watching her head to her doll, and picking it up, I was sure that all wrongs had been fixed. Not to mention I was pretty sure the bully would also think twice before cautiously approaching Abby again. With that I decided to head home.
Upon reaching my house, I quickly head to my room, plopping myself face first into my bed. No matter what I couldn’t get my mind off of Abby, to be more accurate, the 20-year-old Abby. She was just so hot; I couldn’t help but curse the guys that would grow up to be in the same high school as her, for she would be no doubt the hottest girl there.
My concentration suddenly broke as I heard my home phone ring from across the hall, getting up from my bed I went to answer the phone…