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Holly dreaded getting older,... until she found herself doing the opposite.
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Chapter #6

Telling My Friends

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The next morning, Cynthia and Amy came over; and it took them no time at all to notice. "Holly?" Cynthia asked. "What happened to you?"

"You know that Rejuvix I was taking?" I replied. "For one thing, I took the bigger doses for longer than I let you believe; I kept taking the pills two at a time until the day of the party. But I couldn't have imagined the side effects: I'm getting younger. I figure, this morning, I was back to age 23."

"How do you figure?" Amy asked.

"My nipples are pink, and my stretch marks are gone."

Amy hugged me. She understood the significance: I had regressed past the age when I had any of my children. Some women might have been glad to have that happen to them; but I always thought of them as part and parcel with being a mother. They were signs that I had had children; tokens of my experience.

And, I realized, my wrinkles and graying hair were also tokens of experience. I had been alive long enough to earn them. As Cynthia had observed, they were signs of emotion and thought.

I hugged my friends, wishing that this whole thing were over.

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By bedtime, I was back to when I had been in college, preparing for my life and career. Dylan and I got ready for bed.

"Honey," Dylan asked, "want to get a little busy?" He massaged my shoulders.

I turned to kiss him,... and stopped. A few days ago, Dylan had been the love of my life; now, though, he seemed... inappropriate. As if he really was twice my age. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's just not working for me."

His face fell. "It's the age thing, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Pretty much. This isn't just affecting my body, I guess."

He nodded. "Well, tomorrow is the interview. You'd better get some rest. Would you at least be willing to share the bed?"

"I think I can do that."

And so we slept in the same bed, for what would be the last time.

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