Glancing up I stare at the mirrored wall, watching as more and more of my body is revealed under the constant stream of rushing water. My jaw drops as I catch a look at my drenched self, my eyes going wide at the sight of an overly made-up tiny petite emo teen with blue streaks in her black hair.
I try to gasp at the sight of the tiny pale goth in the mirror, the oozing blended flesh-like goop slowly dropping from her newly shrunken frame. However, as I open my mouth I watch as thick heaving dollops of dark-colored gunk quickly slips from between my lips. What remains of my devastated and reformed organs is soon left dribbling from my pert pink lips, the excess mass joining its brethren as it all drips down the drains.
The reflected young woman stares back in absolute shock, her dull brown eyes staring back at me as her thick poorly done black eyeliner smears under the constant pouring water. Despite the jackpot in age reduction gained as a part of the package, the cheap traits are all too apparent. The reflected woman's hair is dry and fraying, the ends of her rough-hewn fringe splitting like crazy. Her dull brown eyes are simply the cheapest available, replacing my bright blue pair in a terrible trade for value.
Her skin is ghostly pale, with barely an ounce of fat on her five foot four frame aside from her cheeks, ass, or chest. Her nose is small and slightly upturned, a small black dot resting in the side revealing the small hole awaiting a new piercing. The reflected girl's cheeks are soft and pinchable, giving some additional cuteness to her otherwise delicate face.
Her body is slender beyond belief, her ribs and hips poking out from beneath for pale skin. Her chest isn't all that impressive, a slight pang of frustration billowing up from somewhere inside me as I have the thought. The tight and perky bust mirrors her behind, the firm pert pale cheeks lacking much mass compared to most people overhauling at the Swap Clinic.
As I let out a long groaning cough I lean forward, resting on one shaking arm before it gives out beneath me. Thankfully, what is left of the oozing cacoon cushions my fall as I simply lay beneath the pouring powerful streams of water. Whimpering squeaky gasps escape my lips as I writhe on the cold floor, the water practically pinning me in place as I and the room are forcefully cleaned off.
Before long the water stops, the moment of calm soon being replaced with belting blasts of hot air. It's as though I am trapped in a bathroom hand-dryer, the air curving around the room to force the water off of me and into the various drains lining the room itself. My clothes shift about the floor with each burst of air, tumbling around as though trapped in a dryer as they too are quickly rid of the soaking they had received.
My mind feels numb, the sensitive matter mass inside my skull aching with every heartbeat. Tears fill my eyes as I try to take stock of myself, every thought being met with a burst of static inside my head as the renewed nerve-endings test all their new connections.
I feel my weak limbs twitch against the floor, the power behind each of the convulsions feeling are less than I would have expected. As the movements die down I hear the weak digitized voice pick back up, her cooing tones barely breaking above the sounds of rushing air around the room.
"...ratulations on your purchase" it chirps, the high-pitched tone leaving my head aching. "Your bund... Age Reduc... to eighteen yea..." it continues, my attention quickly falling away from the words as I'm met with a new sensation.
As the heated bursts of air shut off I'm left shivering on the floor, my teeth chattering as the frigid metal surface presses against me. Whipping my head up, the sight of my smeared mascara making it look as though I had been crying, I begin to look around for all my clothes.
My gaze soon lands on the soggy pair of black jeans and t-shirt in the corner, a large red plaid shirt resting halfway down a drain on the other side. My lips curl as I see them, some part of my brain quickly assessing them without a second thought. The jeans are too loose, too long and ill-fitted. The shirt is the same, though the color seems to be right, while the loose plaid shirt sends all manner of joyous thoughts rushing through my mind.
With a high-pitched gasp I heave my shrunken form over to the jeans, my pert breasts grinding against the floor as my tiny nipple grow perky and firm. I collapse by my pants, taking a huge breath as I roll over and stare up at the ceiling.
"What... The..." I huff and puff, reaching up with a tiny petite hand to wipe the hair from my face. My skin tingles with each and every motion, the freshly formed flesh aching as it struggles so soon after being formed.
I lazily flop my new arm around, struggling to find the pants to my right, before thankfully finding the denim between my fingers. With no small amount of effort I pull the jeans down, struggling to shove my legs into the wet legs as my mind tries to comprehend the lack of length on my new limbs. As I slide my legs in I feel a soft bundle press against my right leg, my boxers bundling into the leg of me jeans as I hastily buckle up the belt to the highest degree above my bony hips.
Panting heavily I grasp for my t-shirt, whimpering loudly as I pull the soggy cotton over my dry hair and feel it cling to my overly slender frame. My chest feels far too big, though in reality they were rather modest, the fatty material being far more than I had ever experienced on my otherwise slender frame. I practically howl as I sit up, my whole body slumping over as I find myself lost in the black fringe I had found myself with.
I scootch my way across the floor, wriggling my pert behind with each of the short sharp motions as I feel the jeans catch on each and every grate. Grabbing my red plaid shirt I quickly pull it on, draping it over my tiny frame as I feel some sense of satisfaction with the fit.
"Come..." I huff, bracing myself as I stumble to my feet. "On..." I wheeze, swaying heavily as I find myself in a seemingly much larger room than I had entered. My mind reels at the sensation, the sight of the massive space failing to mesh with my memory of it from only a few minutes ago.
Stagger forward I feel my hips hip and sway, my eye twitching at the feeling of my bony pelvis pressing into my pale flesh. Reaching out with a pale hand I barely touch the door, a loud hiss emanating from it as it slowly swings open at the slightest provocation. The harsh light fro. outside burns at my eyes, the early morning sun stinging as it pours into the room.
I stagger out of the room, shielding my eyes from the light as I forget my shoes and socks in the room. Stumbling down the hallway I manage to make it back to the counter, my mind racing and blurry as I try to work out what the hell I was going to do now.
"Lucky bitch..." I hear beside me, the woman behind the counter muttering to herself under her breath. "That's like ten thou... How did you go Ms. Hughes?" she remarks, finally perking up as she sees me take notice.
"I... My..." I blurt out, hearing my soft and cutesy voice for the first time.
"Looks like you got a rare bundle, a nice little restart for you" the receptionist coos, a low whirring coming from behind the desk as something prints out of sight. After a moment she pulls a piece of paper free from the unseen machine, the sound of tearing paper soon being followed by the swiping of a laminator.
"Here you go dear" she coos, her voice filled with envious venom "You'll need this."
Blinking rapidly I look up, my gaze falling on the small card in her hand. The ID card in her hand has a familiar-looking face on it, a plain and computer-generated expressionless black-haired young woman staring at me from beneath the freshly applied plastic.
Snatching it I stare for a moment at the face on the card, the young woman within mirroring the reflection I had seen in the room minus the smeared makeup.
Name: Jordan Hughes
DOB: 15/05/2004
My gaze turns between the receptionist and the card, my mind struggling to keep up with the sudden developments. Despite my obvious disorientation, the receptionist seems to lose interest before returning to simply focusing on her phone and on her nails.
Waddling in my damp clothing and completely unused to my newly diminished form, I slowly make my way out to the city street beyond the waiting room. My mind races as I pass by the same people I had been sitting with for the better part of an hour, the strangers not knowing just who I was or had been mere moments ago.
"I need a fucking drink..." I mutter, jumping a little as I hear my sweet and squeaky voice contrast with my dark and brooding body. I pout as I think back to my apartment, the vague memory of an out-of-date bottle of wine being all the liquor that I had on hand.
Slumping over, keeping my profile low as I hit the street, I try to work out where to go as I take stock of my new form. With a deep breath, straightening my back as I find myself looking up to meet most passersby in the eye, I decide on a course of action as I...
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