Chapter #7The Interview by: BeeJay On the morning of the interview, I was back to about the age of 18; quite the change from the 40-year-old I was supposed to be.
When the reporter arrived, the first thing we did was provide all the proof we had that 1) I was indeed who I claimed to be, and 2) I was still getting younger. It took a while, but we got the point across. After that, the interview began.
"Do you know what's causing this?" the reporter asked.
"I was taking an experimental drug called Rejuvix; after a few days, I got tired of how long it was taking to get results, so I started taking more than I was supposed to. I got the results I wanted; unfortunately, those results haven't stopped yet."
"Do you know when it's going to stop?"
"All I can do is hope: Will I still be a teenager? A preteen? A child? I'm really hoping it stops while I'm out of diapers."
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When it was time for supper, I had regressed to age 16, the same age as my oldest. I got plenty of help fixing supper; after all, I might soon be too young to cook.
"Are you feeling okay, Mom?" Bobby asked.
"I think so," I replied. "But don't call me Mom anymore: From now on, I want you to call me Holly. After all, however old I wind up being when this thing stops, I'm going to have to grow up; my folks are in Boca Raton, and in their seventies, so I can't ask them to do it for me again; so that leaves me growing up here, with you. Now, you're my brothers and my sister." I turned to Dylan. "And you're my father."
"I guess that's how it has to be," my new dad replied.
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That night, I was still younger. Since I was now one of the kids, I moved into what had been a guest bedroom for their friends.
Claire stuck her head out from behind her bedroom door. "You going to be okay, Mo - I mean, Holly?"
"I hope so," I replied. "The last time I was this age, I was used to sleeping alone; now, though, I've been sharing my bed for years, and I'm sorta used to it."
She opened her door. "Want to share my bed?"
I gladly accepted.
We got into bed, and went to sleep.
And my age regression continued, until I was... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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