Over the course of the next couple of hours the happy seven years indulged themselves in sugary cereal, cookies and other snacks that would turn the stomachs of the average adult. As the now marveled at their reduced stature they giggled at the magic that had taken place. "You know knowing you can control ages is pretty fun Mary," Samantha exclaimed notching how her toes now barely touched the floor from her position on the couch. "I think we should do this more often. Maybe make a weekend out of it."
Mary smiled happily from her position on the floor. "Thanks Sammy," she replied. "This is turning out to be more fun than I would of thought."
"It's kind of funny," Mika said as she plopped down next to Samantha. "How come it took us so long to have a sleepover, you know the first time we were kids. I mean we've know each other since we were what, three, four years old."
"She's right," Tricia exclaimed. "I almost forgot, we went to the same preschool together. Wow who would of thought we would still be friends so many years later."
"Yeah," Mary said. "We've been friends for all our lives. It's funny though we didn't have a sleepover until we were in first grade."
"Kind of hard to have a sleepover when your three," Claudia giggled. "I mean we were barely potty trained and can you imagine the chaos at whoever a house we were at. Trying to tuck a group of three year olds into bed."
"Yeah that would be tough," Mary sighed. "Still wish we could of though. I'm sure we would of had the time of our lives."
Unknowingly The ring on Mary's finger began to glow. It had taken Mary's wish literally and now began regressing the girls back to three. A tingle now spread through the group as they looked at each other. "Did you feel that?" Mika asked. "Yeah," Mary said curiously rubbing her arms. "It felt like.....oh no Sammy look!"
Samantha curiously peered down at the floor causing the young girls jaw to drop. Her toes, which had barely grazed the floor were slowly lifting and now dangled a few inches off the floor. "Oh no Mary," she exclaimed her voice sounding even younger than before. "We're getting younger again."
The group of six year olds now stood up in the living room now stood up and began examining their situation. They were slowly shrinking back towars toddlerhood. The faces becoming cherubic and innocent as the hem of their shirts slowly descended down their legs. As they watched themselves shrink their adult panties took that moment to descend down their legs and puddle on the floor. The haphazard job they had done to keep them up giving way to their shrinking bodies.
"How is this happening again," Claudia whined as the group became five. "Marwee what did you do." "I tink I accidant, accki...I made a boo boo." She spit out. Mary had a confused look on her face. The groups speech was beginning to be affected by their regression. The younger they became the more childish they seemed to become. "Dis bad," she cried. "Imma have twouble talkwing."
"Me two," Tricia exclaimed. "Imma becommen a babwee.....I no wanna be a babwee." Claudia rushed to Mary's side as quickly as her young legs would go. The now four year old needed to hike the tshirt up as she ran as it now brushed against her feet. "Marwee," she li sped. "Ew need to stop dis. We gettin to wittle."
"Imma trwry," Mary exclaimed. "But it hard, I feel wittle. It gettin hard to tawalk." The tiny blonde looked at the childish red head in front of her, the two young girls had looks of fear in their wide childish eyes as the shirts began to pool around their feet. As the regression halted at three the group took in their recent changes. The shirts they had worn now covered their feet as the hem pooled around their short bodies. Their buddies had begun to lose the leanness of childhood becoming adorned with the cute chubiness of toddlerhood. The faces of the girls were not of children anymore but of terrified toddlers in a much larger world.
"Marwee," Claudia lisped. "We sow wittle now." Claudia attempted to adjust the shirt she was wearing. Her tiny shoulder now stuck part way through the head of the shirt. "We need ta grwoo up and be big gwirls." Mary nodded her tiny head in response. "I know I sorry," she cried as tears formed in her eyes. "I feel bad I dinna want dis to happen. It was acci...acci...err I hate words." The tiny red head stomped her tiny foot as she shook her hand free for the sleeve of her shirt. "Imam fix dis," she said. Looking at the ring that seemed to dwarf her tiny hand Mary tried to think of a wish to set things right.
"Wait," Samantha exclaimed. "We need ta be carefwul. We can barwee twalk wite now you hadda be safe."
Mary looked at the tiny brunette and smiled. "I'll trwry." She stated. Looking down at the ring she realized that if they became younger they would be unable to talk anymore and could be stuck as infants, having to grow up again. With the girls speech now impaired by their youth Mary wondered if she would even be able to wish correctly. "I still think like an adult but feel so childish," she thought. "I don't know if the ring responds to my thoughts and if I wish the wrong way we could be stuck like this forever or worse."
Mary looked at her diminutive friends. The fear in their eyes at being so young and helpless was almost more than the little girl could bare as her childish impulses fought to overwhelm her. She wondered if she should try wishing for help now, whatever her decision, Mary needed to try and fix this and she needed to fix it soon.