Some things should never be lost.
Clockwork: The Lost Coins
by Libra
| 1st Coin | 2nd Coin | 3rd Coin | 4th Coin | 5th Coin | 6th Coin | 7th Coin | Epiloge |
Mrs. Gate was your average window shopper as she went from window to window peering in to see if anything would catch her eye.
Upon walking toward the end of one row of stores, she saw the space that was empty last week was occupied now. A faded and dusty sign in the window said Clockwork’s Emporium. Curious by the new comer and what the store held inside, she went to the window to look.
A man in his early twenties was adjusting the hands on a grandfather clock by the counter. He had fair enough skin and dark brown hair. He was dressed in tan color dress pants with an old shirt with buttons in the front.
Mrs. Gate turned her head away and walked straight for the front door to the shop. Upon entering, she heard a bell jingle overhead and saw that the man wasn’t as young as she thought she had seen. Same man she was sure of it, due to his clothes and he was in the exact same spot, but he looked twice as old with grayish hair and wrinkles around the eyes.
"Be with you in a minute, just a clock that needs adjusting." The 50 year-old man or older said smiling.
"Okay, I’m just wanted to browse." Mrs. Gate said looking at the grandfather clocks lined up side by side on the left wall. As she glanced right, she saw a glass display counter that went all the way to the back and met with the front counter.
For a second Mrs. Gate thought the store looked like a theme store. First theme looked to be clock related. There were wind-up watches, pocket watches, and hourglasses of every size in here. Then there was stuff that was ugly and odd looking. Almost if Halloween never left this store and never will.
The bell above the door rang again. A man with his jacket pulled up, either to hide his face or protect from the wind, came not looking at either of them as he came in.
"See anything you like?" The old man’s voice came from her right.
Mrs. Gate jumped a little. She did not heard him walk over to her.
"Not really, I’m not much of a fan of Halloween." Mrs. Gate said, a little nervously.
"Then perhaps a grandfather clock then. This one here is in grand working order." The old man said leading her gently by the arm over to it. Mrs. Gate saw he was ushering her toward the left one, the same one he was working on earlier.
Mrs. Gate was admiring it with a slightly interested look. This one looked to be made out of oak and looked almost new.
"You can say I’m a collector of clocks and related items. Only the most special and unique clocks come to my shop. The hardest part is finding places for my time pieces to call home." The old man said with an admiring grin at his clock.
"Really is beautiful and looks to be hand craved as well." Mrs. Gate said, light touching the front part just to the side of the glass.
"Yes it is." The old man said quietly, his attention was back to the stranger that walked in. The man, with his back to him, was leaning over the glass counter as if he was looking at something in the case.
The old man’s brow lifted if something deeply was troubling him. He had not sensed or took hardly any notice of him when he first came in. Suspecting something was wrong he tapped the ring on his finger lightly twice and everything froze around him say for a few clocks, himself and the stranger.
Moving sideways around the left of the stranger he saw something was wrong in deed. The stranger had his arm sticking through the glass as if it were nothing more then a soap bubble.
The old man lifted his arms up to chest level and with his palms open toward the stranger.
Something like an invisible wave traveled across the room right at the stranger. The stranger looked sideways then back down at a box he was trying to move in split second he had to act. A small flash of light and the box vanished.
The wave hit him forcing his arm out of the glass case and himself to hit the floor hard. The force was enough to knock the wind out of anyone. He was up in a second and grinning in a devilish way at the old man.
"It’s been a long time, old man." He said getting up. Rising to his feet in an unconcern way and brushing himself off.
"You." The old man said with fury in his eyes.
"Is that anyway to treat your old partner and to think I asked you to join my business." The man said with a smile showing his unnaturally white teeth.
"I do admit your idea was good, but flawed. You were willing to let anyone take any of these items home. You didn’t care what happened to the people afterwards." The old man said keeping his arms ready at his side.
"Way before I could make our first sale you had to lock me away, but I forgive you for that. Besides I completed my personal mission here anyway." He said glancing lightly at the glass case he had his hand through.
The old man looked and what color was left in his aged face drained away. The wooden box was gone.
"Where did you send it?!" The old man shouted and a strange aura energy around his body was building up.
"High above a park not too far from here. You broke my focus before I could think of a place to put it. So I imagine the box has opened in mid-air and the seven coins that were inside are raining down around the park area." He said and smiling even more widely then before.
"You expect me just to leave my shop and go look for them." The old man said seeing his plan.
"Well, it would be nice for you to do so. I could take this shop anywhere I like after you’re gone. Who knows how many people I can effect while you’re away? Just think how many people are being affected now by your coins as we are chatting here. The last time I checked your ring couldn’t freeze time past this store’s doorway." He said, his eyes narrowed in a sinister way.
"You were always stubborn and had rocks for brains ." The old man said, raising his right hand up. Just above his former partner, a stone hourglass tilted off the shelf.
Forgetting about defending himself and not worrying about what might happen; he caught the stone looking hourglass just above his head. Something that looked like stone dust came down in a swirling motion all around his old partner. As it fell, he turned to stone, his face set in surprised manner.
"The Medusa hourglass, old friend. That should hold you for a few hours." The old man said looking at the sand slowly moving down and grabbed a sheet from behind the counter to toss over the new stone statue in his store.
Assuming his spot besides Mrs. Gate, he tapped his ring twice and everything in the store moved like a movie taken off pause.
"How much are you asking for it?" Mrs. Gate said unaware of what had happened just behind her back.
"At the moment the clock is fairly expensive. Come back tomorrow when I’m having my sale. I give you 50% percent off." The old man said, gently leading Mrs. Gate toward the door.
"Okay, I’ll talk with my husband and he’ll bring his truck this time tomorrow." Mrs. Gate said, a little shock by his sudden rudeness, but glad to take advantage of a half off sale on such a beautiful clock.
"I’ll have it ready for pick-up for you." The old man said letting go of her arm at the door and letting her leave of her own free will.
"Thanks." Mrs. Gate said thinking he was acting a little batty. She liked the idea of saving money too much to hold that against him and smiled with a wave goodbye as she walked away.
"No time to lose." The old man mutter to himself, wishing his ring was powerful enough to stop the sands of time in the medusa hourglass. He walked quickly to the back to grab a jacket then stood in front of grandfather clock he was adjusting.
"This is a job for a younger man." He said to his reflection in the glass, then opening the little door around the clock face. Moving the hands carefully, his body changed. He appeared to grow in size then the wrinkles become less in depth to be replaced by smooth skin. A man in his late twenties now stood in front of the clock. Because of this clock’s magic he clothes had changed in size with him to fit.
"Perfect." He said closing the glass and now seeing his younger face staring back.
Flipping his store sign around to closed, he glanced back at the shop and locked the door behind him.
"Of all the cities my store traveled to and it had to be one I’m little foggy on." He thought bitterly to himself. He silently swore to himself he study city maps more in his spare time as he walked around toward a park he knew that was close by. He’ll stop and ask for directions or buy a map if he had too. His only concern was getting to his one time wish coins before it was too late.
Few short minutes before he left his shop, a simple wooden box appeared in the sky just over a park across the city. It tumbled over and over as the lid sprang open. Seven shiny coins fell outward like rain drops. As they fell the coins went further and further away from each other till they were lost in the trees below.
1st Coin;
Little 6-year-old Brooke Atkins heard something over head bouncing off of tree limbs. Looking up and a second later a pretty coin in her opinion dropped right into the sand box she was playing in.
"Pretty!" Brooke said in joy and grabbed for the coin to hold. Her mother only a feet away sitting a bench reading a book and keeping an eye on her daughter looked up at her word.
"What’s pretty, Brooke?" Her mother called out and nearly running over to the sandbox just in case she had something dangerous in her hands.
"This!" Brooke said proudly and held up her new coin for her mommy to see.
"Oh and where did you find this?" Her mother said taking the coin from her daughter in a relaxed manner and sigh of relief escaping her face.
"It fell from the tree." Brooke said and pointed toward the tree above them.
"Look, Honey. It says it’s a ‘time wishing coin’." Her mother said bending her knees and pointing out the words on the side of coin to her daughter.
"What’s dat mean?" Brooke asked with a funny expression on her face.
"Well…." Her mother started to say and was unsure herself.
"Mommy?" Broke asked and little more eagerly.
"Must be play money. Like a game." Her mother coming to her own conclusion.
"Can I have it back? It’s mine I found it." Brooke said now even more excited about the shiny gold coin.
"Okay. As you promise not to put anywhere near your mouth." Her mother said holding the coin just out of arm’s reach till her daughter promised.
"I prowise!" Her daughter nearly shouted.
"That’s my good girl." Her mother said giving the coin back. Little Brooke tucked the coin into a right pocket of her overalls.
"Pway with me?" Brooke asked her mother for what must of been over the hundred time in her short life.
"Can’t I’m too big to fit inside the sandbox with you." Her mother said with a loving smile.
"I wish you wasn’t too big for sand boxes when your inside one." Brooke’s protested loudly and in a whining tone.
"Such a silly goose." Her mother said lifting one foot inside the sand box to kiss her daughter on the forehead.
Mrs. Atkins slipped forward do how big her shoe had become. As she got up she had fallen right into the sandbox with her daughter. From Brooke’s point of view her mother had slipped on her own shoe due to her foot being to small for it.
As she fell forward her body seemed to fade down into a smaller size. When Brooke saw her mother next as she stood up she was the size and age of 6-year-old girl.
"Mommy!, your my size." Brooke said standing up. There wasn’t hardly a inch difference between them.
"What!?" Mrs. Atkins said in voice she was not use too. Her jeans and panties fallen around her feet.
As Mrs. Atkins stood up to her new shorter height she knew something was wrong. She was eye level with her daughter and everything around appeared bigger.
"Can’t be!" Mrs. Atkins said looking down at her hands then her body. Her flat chest, little painted fingernails and little toes told her otherwise.
Stepping backwards out of the sandbox. Mrs. Atkins sudden found herself an adult again. Now she was half naked standing in the middle of a public park. Looking about she was relief there were off the beaten path out of general public view.
Sound of two people running and talking loudly came just around the bend on the path just out of sight.
Quickly Mrs. Atkins stepped forward into the sandbox and found herself nearly the same size and age as her daughter once again.
Mrs. Atkins made a quick check to see her adult shirt that covered her completely. Like a night gown it almost went to the ground.
From other side of sandbox some feet away. Two joggers came running down the path. Mrs. Atkins lowered her head to hide her face. Embarrass of being seen in such a small state and to hide the make-up on her face.
Brooke smiled and waved at the pair of adults as they ran by. They waved back politely and continued down the path.
6-year-old Mrs. Atkins stepped out of the sand box found herself sudden transform to a adult. Dressing quickly back into her adult clothes.
Mrs. Atkins then called her daughter out of the sand box. As soon she was past the boundaries of it. She picked up Brooke a little more roughly and quicker then normal. Unseen by both the gold coin slipped out of Brooke’s pocket to fall back into the sand box.
"Honey, We are getting out of here." Mrs. Atkins said rather quickly. Brooke was suddenly scared, but remained quiet as her mother carried out of the park. Little Brooke couldn’t figure out what had just happen, but would be asking her daddy for a sandbox for her birthday.
They walked way her mother almost running to get away the sand box and the park itself. Mrs. Atkins later on would realize what caused her sudden short retreat to childhood after she calmed down and be greatly disappointed by the lost the coin.
Minutes later by the sandbox a man appeared with a scratched up wooden box in one hand. He bent over and picking up a coin to place it gently in the wooden box.
"One down." He thought to himself already knowing what had happen.
2nd Coin;
Around the place where little Brooke found her coin, a coin
exactly like hers hit rather hard on young Thomas
Myers head after bouncing off a tree limb. The
teenager flinched and rubbed the spot where the coin
had hit.
"Did someone throw something at you?" His girlfriend
asked. Emmeline looked behind them for anyone. There
were plenty of people around, but none were looking
their way or seemed to be close enough to have tossed
anything at them.
"It’s a coin." Thomas said bending down and picking it
up. It looked so unreal he knew it must be just play
money.
"Time wishing coin" He read aloud as he looked at the
coin.
"Something’s on the back." Emmeline said looking at the
other side of the coin.
"1 per person" Thomas read to his girlfriend after
flipping the coin over. Something like an hourglass
was engraved on both sides of the coin.
"Wishing coin." Emmeline said in an amused tone.
"Just a child’s plaything." Thomas said getting
ready to toss the coin far away.
"Wait, what would you wish if you only had one wish?"
Emmeline said grabbing his hand and both of them holding
the coin now.
"I’d wish I could have grown up with you together." Thomas said
playfully and thinking this is what his girlfriend
wanted to hear.
"Me too. I wish we could had." Emmeline said smiling at her boyfriend’s
thoughtful wish.
"Emmy, you’re shrinking!" Thomas said now noticing
his own body getting less in height.
"Thomas, your face, you look like my little brother."
Emmeline said now looking at a 13-year-old Thomas
where an 18-year-old had been.
"Your breasts are gone." Thomas said holding his
dwindling girlfriend in his arms.
"I’m scared, Tom-mas" A 7-year-old Emmeline trying her
best to hang onto her clothes. She started to cry
quietly. Thomas broke his comfort hug on her.
"The coin. I wish we were teens again." The now
8-year-old Thomas said holding the coin between them.
"One pew pewson." A 2-year-old Emmeline said now
bawling openly.
"It’s okay. I wove u." Thomas said joining her in
crying with his own tears." Thomas said trying to keep
his balance and dropping the coin onto the ground.
His tears were free flowing and without wails.
Last thing they saw was each other shrinking down in
age to 6-months old babies. Then the darkness came then
suddenly a bright light.
Emmeline was blinded by a light that seemed to come
everywhere. She was also very cold and wet. She felt
some hands grab her and heard a loud voice say "It’s a
boy."
"Here comes the other one and it’s a girl." The doctor
said holding up a newborn girl.
Less then a minute later, Thomas found himself
wrapped in a pink blanket along with another baby
wrapped in a blue blanket who knew to be his love.
"Congrats to you both on your pair of newborn twins." The
doctor said smiling at the tired mother and the proud
father.
Back at the park, now by two empty piles of clothes, was
a gold coin that laid beside them. The old man walked
up to the clothing shaking his head and picking up the
coin to place with his first coin.
"Too late." He thought how the couple was stuck in
opposite bodies then they were in before and left the
spot to find the other the coins. He wondered briefly
if they be happy again or not.
3rd Coin;
Geoffrey Arbalister and his wife Ginny Arbalister
were sitting on the steps that led down to set of
water fountains that shot up from holes in the
pavement. They were a British born family now living in
America. Their adopted daughter, Mary Arbalister, was
playing in the water in just her underwear like most
4-year-olds would. The day wasn’t too hot or cold.
Being late in the day and just an hour left of sun,
left her all alone with no other children her age. It
was an open area, but very few people would keep their
own children out past dinner time.
Those parents who were in the area were either playing
with their own children or watching them from a
distance far off on swing sets and such.
"Next year I’m going insist she wears her bathing suit.
A child running around like that is embarrassing."
Mrs. Arbalister said not approving of her step
daughter’s modesty.
"Relax, let her be a kid. She lost her parents over a
year ago and this is one of the few times I’ve seen her
so happy. She loves the water so much." Mr.
Arbalister said observing his niece with joyful eyes.
"Well, I’m just glad their nanny was willing to come
to America with her. What luck she is a true British
nanny at heart; strict, lives with us so she is around
all the time, and knows what a child should eat to
grow up strong." Mrs. Arbalister sounding like she
approved greatly of the new help into her home.
"I’ve noticed she became very strict around the time you
hired her." Mr. Arbalister said suspecting his wife had
a little chat with her when wages came up.
"Well, dear. I’m one the one with the pocket book in this
family. I intend to have her raised to be a
respectable woman." Mrs. Arbalister said putting her
husband’s views into check.
"She’d be less trouble if you let her play more and less
in studies with the Nanny. Not many kids her age can
read and write on their own." Mr. Arbalister said
quietly and not harshly.
"Well, she is nearly five and…." Mrs. Arbalister
started to say then was distracted by a coin that had
rolled then hit her fingers. She looked and saw it
was a very shiny gold coin with an hourglass on it with
some words around the edge.
"1 per person." She read very confused by the words.
She lifted it up and flipped it over.
"Utter Rubbish." She said after reading the other
side.
Mr. Arbalister leaned over to read this side.
"What a cute idea." He said amused by it.
"Wishing coin is just a silly idea for wasting time."
Mrs. Arbalister said looking at the coin thinking of
the best ways to get rid of it.
"Ginny, you used to believe in such things. What
would you wish for?" Geoffrey Arbalister had to ask
out of curiosity.
"I wished for your niece to be a woman so we could
have the house to ourselves again." Ginny Arbalister
said not out of dislike, but more out of stress at
having her perfect world disturbed by a little girl
hardly taller then her legs.
"I’m sure you’ll have her in boarding schools before too
long." Geoffrey said dejectedly.
"Uncle Geoffrey!" Mary cute voice rang out.
Instantly he got up and went over to her. She was
standing still and holding her stomach.
He looked at her cherub face to her bouncing curls of
brown hair and thought heaven is missing an angel.
"I feel funny." Mary said and feeling something in her
body unlike being sick or feeling normal.
Ginny Arbalister followed her husband wondering if she
now have a sick child for the nanny to be worried
over.
"I want Nan-Nan." Mary said seeing her step aunt
coming closer.
"She’s back at the house, sweet-pea ." Geoffrey
Arbalister said comforting his adopted daughter.
Geoffrey had just noticed something off about his
niece. She looked taller and her face had changed a
little as he studied for signs of sickness. There was
less baby fat in her face then before and he was sure
of it now.
"Geoffrey, there is something strange about her."
Ginny said stopping halfway to her husband.
"She looks taller somehow." Geoffrey said and was much
closer then his wife to her.
"Owww, my tummy hurts." Mary said and pulling her
underwear off. This was done with some difficulty due
she was now two sizes too big for it. Geoffrey now
noticed it was staining against her skin and slightly
bigger body.
Her aunt turned quickly running up the steps to grab
her long dress coat then nearly tripping running back
down the steps. A naked child in front of her would
have made her go red with shame if anyone had seen.
"Ginny, she getting older." Geoffrey said amazed.
Mary on the other was crying and hugging very closely
to her uncle. Neither of them could understand why
she was getting older so fast. The top of her head
was now up to his chest.
She now was fast approaching 10-years-old. New
changes were taking place and Mary was scared and
amazed all at the same time. The gaps in her teeth
becoming less and less as she took deep breaths.
Mary’s chest was expanding and her breasts started to
grow out in cone shape. Geoffrey helped his wife
fixed the coat around Mary just as she became a very
young teen. The tears had gone now as she felt other
changes inside her body.
Geoffrey noticed the coin still in his wife’s hand.
Ginny on the other hand was too fixed on watching
Mary’s sudden growth spurt.
Geoffrey temporary forgotten the coin as he saw her go
from 10-years-old to beautiful sexy 16-year-old girl.
His jaw dropped as she looked so much like his brother’s
dead wife.
Her hair had kept growing as she did. It was now down
to her back. Her face completely lost its round
shape and became oval. Her nose and chin matured as
it lengthen.
Changes were less now in her face. Her body seemed
to get larger and larger. Her breasts were getting
bigger as she was getting older at a slower pace.
The coat was tight on her body. Her hourglass figure
wasn’t lost during her maturing.
Geoffrey was still trying to get his mind to accept what
his eyes had just seen. His wife on the other stood
with her mouth wide open.
"Uncle, I’m all grown up." Mary said excitedly and
looked down at her body. She gave a weak smile then ran
her hands down her body. She was happy despite her
tear stained face. Her own voice had surprised her.
She even sounded like an adult.
"Geoffrey, I think it was the coin that did this."
Ginny said now looking down at her hand. She held the
coin in her open palm of her hand.
"I believe the same thing. We have to change her back
with another wish." Geoffrey said looking from the
coin to his now adult niece.
"Why?" Mary said ejecting her uncle’s words.
"Because dear, you’re a 4-year-old girl in a woman’s
body." Geoffrey said trying to explain the best way he
could.
"I’m almost five and I don’t wanna go back." Mary said
loudly with an angrily tone.
"Do we have to waste another wish on her? Geoffrey,
we could be a young couple again. I wasted mine wish on
her. You could at least make me young and we give
this coin to the bobbies." Ginny said holding the coin
away from her husband’s reach just in case he made a
grab for it.
"How is she supposed to live as an adult when she has the mind
of a child?" Geoffrey said calmly.
Before Ginny could answer Mary had snatched the coin
off her Aunt’s palm. Geoffrey didn’t think Mary still
had her playful nature when she was denied something.
"I wish you both you were four." Mary said with a
giggle. She was frustrated by them and a little scared
of police-men or what her aunt called bobbies would
do. She had a small fear of people in uniforms ever
since the car accident.
"I looked like an adult and they were still treating me
like a little baby." Mary thought. She thought of the
only number she knew by heart without even thinking it
over.
"Mary, no." Geoffrey said and started to try to
wrestle the coin away. Mary being a young adult used
her new reflexes to turn and toss the coin out of the
fountain pit onto the concrete above the steps.
"Get it, Geoffrey." Ginny called looking to scared to
move from her spot.
Geoffrey ran up the steps already aware his pants were
getting baggy and his shirt felt lose. The coin was
already some ways away from him. Thanks to the fact
that most of this area of was covered with concrete. He
saw the coin went right through the gap of the fence to
disappear into the river below.
By the time Geoffrey ran to the river, it was gone from
sight and he was now a man in his late twenties at
best.
"Ginny, it’s gone, rolled into the river." Geoffrey
calling back in a yell.
Geoffrey was delayed in getting back to the pit by his
oversized clothes. By the time he ran back with just
a T-shirt covering his13-year-old body, he saw that
Ginny was maybe perhaps 10-years-old at best,
struggling to keep her own modesty.
"My chest." She was saying over and over. The shock
of losing her womanly assets had froze her feet in place.
Mary on the other hand was sneaking peaks at her adult
body. Her aunt’s coat opened a little too much. Mary
looked up and giggled at Geoffrey.
Geoffrey hadn’t noticed that his manhood, though small,
could still get hard. He was now trying hard to hide
it from both girls. Embarrassed by this sudden
uncontrolled reaction to seeing a woman’s body, he felt
truly small and shameful of himself.
Climbing down carefully now the much larger steps from
his new point of view, he hoped to grab a towel to wrap
around his waist or at least hold it in front of his
privates. Extra clothes for Mary and some towels were
halfway down the rows of seats.
Mary turned her attention back to her little aunt.
Ginny was attempting to climb out of the pit.
"I’ll get a bobby. I mean a policemen or whatever they
called over here." Ginny yelled back having some
trouble with her clothing. She shred off her clothes
leaving only a white dress shirt that only covered
down to her knees like a very short dress.
"No, you won’t." Mary said in a booming voice. She
easily caught up to the now 4-year-old Aunt Ginny.
Grabbing her hand she effortlessly dragged her back to
the spot where Geoffrey now was adjusting a towel
around his waist then looking for shirt not to girlish
in Mary’s outfits they bought along.
"First you get dressed young lady." Mary said loving her
power over her aunt and uncle. Mary had apparently
recovered from her change and decided she was in
charge now.
Geoffrey was already wearing some overalls with just a
gray shirt underneath. He skipped the underwear being
there was nothing but little girl’s underwear in the
bag.
"You can’t make me." Ginny fighting to get lose from
Mary’s grip.
"Wanna bet?" Mary said remembered a line from TV.
Mary sat down on a step and tossed her shrunken aunt
over her legs. Mary then spanked her now exposed bum
until it was red and she was crying hard.
"Now are we going to get dressed?" Mary asked putting
little Ginny back down on her small feet. Ginny had
placed her thumb in her mouth with her left hand and
rubbed her bum with her right hand lightly then nodded
her head in yes.
Geoffrey sat quietly and watched with fear and
concern. The shock in Ginny’s mind of being spank had
caused her to start thumb sucking all over again.
"That’s a good girl." Mary said getting up and walking
over toward Geoffrey.
Geoffrey stared in fear, but stayed in place, scared
to move in fear of a spanking himself.
"What a big boy you are for dressing yourself." Mary
said giving him a smile. Her voice was filled with a
honey tone sweetness of approval.
Geoffrey showed relief on his face and watched on in
silence as Mary grabbed the other only outfit in the
bag then went back over to Ginny.
Ginny didn’t fight at all as Mary undressed her,
delayed only when Ginny had to remove her thumb for a
few seconds. She put it back once Mary had put a new
pink dress on her then pulled up her new panties around
her legs. Ginny noticed with some embarrassment the
dress she now wore showed off her little knees very
well.
"Now, you go over there and both of you sit with your
backs to me for a minute." Mary said eyeing her aunt’s
old clothes.
The words hardly left her mouth when Ginny ran over
and did what she was told along with Geoffrey.
The pair of 4-year-old boy and girl dared not to
look back, but only glanced at each other if in
hopes one of them had an idea to escape or return to
normal. Only a minute or two had passed when Mary’s shadow
made them look up.
She looked like a giant and much like an adult as she
was now dressed in Ginny’s old adult clothes. In Mary’s
hands where Geoffrey’s adult clothes and her old
slightly stretched panties.
"We’re going home now. Nan-Nan, I mean nanny will know
what to do. I‘ll even offer to pay her more and she’ll be
so happy to have two children to take care for from now
on." Mary said letting her aunt and uncle on the only
plan she had at the moment.
"Mary, you have to get us help. We can’t go home like
this and you can’t pretend to be an adult." Geoffrey
said in a child’s voice. It almost sounded like he
was whining a little.
"It will be okay, uncle. Nanny can teach me how to be an
adult. I can pretend to be Aunt Ginny so everyone
will just think I’m your mum." Mary said searching the
pockets of Geoffrey’s old clothes. She pulled out his
wallet and house keys.
Ginny thought of her mobile phone sitting in her
purse, back at the luxury apartment. If only she had
picked it up before they left for the park.
"Come children." Mary said extending her only free
hand to Geoffrey and easily climbing the steps. At
the top she found a trash can and dumped all of Geoffrey’s
adult clothes in there, keeping the wallet and keys.
"Here you go. You can carry these and I’ll carry you." Mary
said handing his wallet to him along with the keys
then picked him up to hold against her hip. Mary then
held out her free arm for Ginny to take. Ginny
grabbed it out of fear of being spank again if she
disobeyed.
"Good thing we live so close to the park." Mary said
as they left the park. She looked back only once to
see a man standing by the rails and leaning over if
seeing something in the water.
Next thing she saw was the man putting something into an
empty box and look around. Mary hurried on just in
case somehow he heard or saw the whole event that took
placed.
Mary was thinking of what a surprise she had in store
for her nanny.
4th Coin;
Darien Adams was on his usual stroll through the park.
He spotted a gold coin on the path and thinking it
was a golden Sacagawea coin, he picked it quickly.
After a closer look, he saw it was fake coin more like
a game token.
Reading the "1 per person" he tucked it in his pocket
anyway. Something about the coin made him want to
keep it for a little while. He walked on only to be
brushed by some joggers then took a different path on
his way home.
He looked up when a familiar face caught his eye. An
old girlfriend was walking his way.
Darrin turned to avoid her, but she had spotted him.
Karen still wanted to remain friends and was a social
butterfly in life.
"Darrin!" Karen called out.
Darrin turned to face her. She was a normal average beautiful
girl most guys would assume taken.
"Hey, how have you been?" Darrin asked and some dirty
thoughts entered his mind.
"OK, I guess. Haven’t seen any good movies in while
so I just have been hanging with my friends." Karen said
cheerfully with a smile.
Darrin wondered briefly how she could smile so much if
she wasn’t getting laid all the time.
"You know maybe we should see a movie together as
friends and could call a few people from work to join
us. We’ll make it a group thing and have a little fun."
Karen said suggesting this idea like it was the
greatest in the world.
"Well, maybe next time you could join us." Karen said
catching on that Darrin wasn’t interested.
"OK, Later then." Darrin said as she walked away.
Cheerful as ever with speeding off as if she had nothing
but expressos for breakfast. Darrin put his hands in
his pockets.
"hmmm, Wish I could get inside her." Darrin whispered
very quietly to himself as she was a few yards away
now.
Suddenly and very powerful urge of lust came over him.
Karen stopped dead in her tracks and turn around
toward Darrin. A single thought had taken over all
reason in her mind. She needed him to be inside her
and she couldn’t fight the feeling.
Unable to resist the sudden same urge of lust, both of
them found themselves suddenly heading off into the
woods and off the path, stripping their clothes apart
with each other as they went.
Forgetting all reason and sane thoughts, Karen was on
her back naked on her cloths as Darrin was on top of
her. Pleasures and feelings were overwhelming; she
moaned and curled her toes. Darrin had become a love
making machine with no idea way.
Darrin felt like a young man again. If Karen had her
eyes open she would have seen Darrin becoming younger
and younger with each passing moment.
Darrin was temporarily trapped in his body. His mind was
free, but his body was on cruise control. Darrin mind
wondered if for a second if Karen had gained a few pounds.
Her stomach seemed to expand a little at a time as
well as her breasts. Then he noticed his dick seemed to
be smaller as it entered between her legs again and
again.
Darrin noticed he felt like a teenager screwing an
older woman.
Darrin wanted to say something, but his body refused
to let him talk at the moment. Karen had passed out
and could only breathe, trying to recover.
Darrin was suddenly scared. Karen looked completely
out of it. Finally, his body released control back to
him. He fell exhausted on top of her. His head
landed softly on her stomach.
Only a minute had passed, when Darrin opened his eyes.
Karen was still passed out and looked huge. First thing
Darrin had noticed was the size of her. She looked
like an Amazon to him, but also her body looked
different.
Darrin noticed his very small hand and fingers. They
looked like a little kids. Darrin looked down at his
body. It was bare and looked as if it belonged to a
6-year-old boy.
Darrin also noted he was getting younger by the
second. He had to wake up Karen and get her to help
him.
"Karwen." 4-year-old Darrin said climbing up
between her legs to shake her shoulder.
Karen didn’t stir awake, but only moaned a little as if
not wanting to wake up. 2-year-old Darrin was really
scared now.
Darrin remember the wish. After giving it a quick
once over, he knew what his fate was going to be. He
had to get away from her. If the process didn’t stop, he’ll
become her baby. Cringing at thoughts of what it would be
like to be inside Karen as her unborn baby, made him
shiver with fear.
Darrin tried to move his legs but found them stuck
in-between Karen’s legs. Darrin pushed himself off
her body to land on the patch of clothes between her
legs. His legs were still jammed, but as he watched
in horror, his knees were being sucked in.
Darrin vision blurred and he lost control of his limbs
again. He flailed his arms around in vain.
He cried out in fear as he watched his waist go next
then his chest. For Darrin it was like being swallowed
alive by some monster. Darrin took one last deep
breath. Darrin was now before the age of a newborn boy
as his head disappeared.
Karen’s stomach expanded greatly then slowly went
down. Her breasts shrank a little as her belly
deflated in size. She looked 5 months pregnant then 3
months. Her stomach went flat with only a little bit
sticking out.
Darrin’s last thoughts, before the sheer exhaustion made
him fall asleep, was the feeling of complete warmth and
liquid in his new environment.
Karen awoke to great pain and pleasure all at the same
time. Her lower abdomen ached, but her feelings of
pleasure overtook the pain just enough.
Dazed and confused at her actions then completely
horrified at what she had done with Darrin in a public
park. She got up feeling woozy.
The pain now was fading away as if almost by magic.
"Dam!, I’m gaining weight." Karen said in a curse to
herself for eating too much.
Karen felt a little sick, but put aside those
butterflies in her stomach to the stress for acting
like a crazed teenager.
Karen looked around for Darrin, but he was gone from
her sight. Karen dressed quickly so not to be spotted
and not to meet Darrin just in case he came back for
his shirt that was laying nearby.
Karen muttered cuss words under her breath as she
struggled to get her jeans and bra to fit. Giving up,
she decided to stuff the bra away and leave her jeans
unbutton and have her shirt cover it up.
Stumbling out of the wooded area, she walked home in
almost a trance and hopeful that no one in the world
would know what she did in a public park in day time no less.
Minutes later, a man, walking rather heavily through the
woods, came up to some boxers and some men’s pants. He
carefully reached into the front pocket and pulled out
a gold coin to add to his wooden box.
"Three to go." He thought heading toward the path. If
he hurried just maybe he’ll stop the next person.
5th Coin;
Mrs. Stevenson was walking with her teenage daughter.
‘Her daughter Shelly was a good kid at heart, but
terribly irresponsible at times.’ Mrs. Stevenson
thought quietly to herself. She thought for a moment of
countless millions of moms trying to encourage
responsibility into their children.
Having simply more energy then her mother, Shelly had
been a few steps ahead of her mother along their favorite
path in the park. She stepped right over a gold coin
laying on the sidewalk.
Mrs. Stevenson spotted the coin and picked it up when
her tired legs get her there.
Finally, Mrs. Stevenson reached the bench where her
daughter was already sitting. Shelly was waiting for
her, but was looking away. This would be one of those
mother and daughter talks she hated.
"What am I going to do with you kiddo?" Mrs. Stevenson
asked her daughter in gentle tone.
Shelly remained quiet and focused her attention to
some kids playing very far away.
"We have given you everything you needed and want in
life. Your father has given up on talking to you so
he has left that job to me." Mrs. Stevenson said
admiring the coin she found. She briefly registered the
words ‘wish coin’ on it.
"I’ll try mom. I really do. Just I wanna live a
little." Shelly said briefly looking back at her
mother.
"Well, I know you’re a good girl. Just wish there was
some way I can make you take real responsibility for
once." Mrs. Stevenson said tossing the child’s coin
over her shoulder into the bushes behind them.
Shelly turned away completely, her eyes focused on some
young mothers with their own kids.
Mrs. Stevenson was feeling a second wind returning to
her. She laid back and marvel how big the trees and
sky seem to be. Mrs. Stevenson even closed her eyes
and thought of her younger days for some strange
reason.
After a full minute of strange reflections on past
memories, Mrs. Stevenson opened her eyes to a strange
sight. She was sitting beside her daughter, but she
looked taller.
Mrs. Stevenson looked down at her body. She was at
early teen-hood at best now. Her breasts melting away
back into her chest. Her clothing was keeping up with her
change, becoming a smaller version of her former
outfit. She was in her jogger’s outfit. Silently she
gasped then looked at her daughter. Shelly hadn’t
noticed anything yet.
Mrs. Stevenson closed her eyes tightly.
"It’s a bad dream. It’s just a bad dream." She
mentally shouted to herself.
She ignored the feeling of her clothes changing. It
felt as if her panties and pants had merged together.
There was a lot more padding under her butt and around
her waist.
"Shell-wee" A toddler Mrs. Stevenson said up to the
giant that was her daughter.
"Yeah?" Shelly turned and saw no one for second. Her
attention was then directly down. Shelly looked just
in time to see a toddler become a baby. As the little
girl toddler changed, she leaned back to lay on her back
looking up with eyes that looked focused on her face.
"Mom? What happened to you?" Shelly asked picking up
the infant into her arms
"Goo Gaga" The baby said loudly and kicked her legs
excitedly. Her jogging suit changed into a one piece
gray sleeping outfit with a very thick white diaper
underneath.
Shelly looked stunned and put the infant in front of
her to sit with her pleading eyes to say communicate
with her.
"What should I do? Dad, is not going to believe me if I
tell that you are a baby." Shelly said her face white with
shock and fear.
"gaga gee" The baby said that had been the adult Mrs.
Stevenson just moments before.
"I can’t understand you. I’m going to take you to the
hospital maybe they can help you." Shelly said
carrying the infant close to her body.
"I promise to take care of you. I love you." Shelly
said in a gentle tone to keep her mother calm. Her
infant mother was starting to cry now and suddenly
getting very fussy. Shelly put the baby to lay over
her shoulders. The baby was fighting on in hopeless
effort to get back to the bushes behind the bench.
"Late again." The shop owner muttered as he picked up a
coin from bushes.
6th Coin;
An old woman sits on bench nearby when she sees a coin
laying in the grass. With a great effort, she gets up
and picks up the coin then returned to her seat.
"Perhaps this coin might have some use to me." She
thought looking it over.
No one hardly took any notice of her. She was alone and
forgotten by all most of the time. Her family was
gone as well her friends in this world. She had
a husband once which seemed a lifetime ago. They were
a childless couple and doom to be so on till their old
age.
No one ever knew her face very well or her full name
anymore. She sneaked out of the nursing home to come to
the park to feed the birds and watch a certain family she
spotted over seven years ago. She loved seeing this
one family. She watched from some distance over the
years. They didn’t know her nor were they related to
each other, but she felt a connection to them all the
same.
She spotted them as a young couple years ago. She saw
them changed to acting like a young married couple
years later. She could have died of joy when the wife
had gotten pregnant.
Their daughter, now 2-years-old, was a little angel in her
old eyes.
"Wish I could just go over there and start playing
with her as an equal in energy and joy. She looks so
happy." The old woman thought with nearly all her
will. She must have thought of this idea over thousands
of times.
"If only I could join their little family somehow."
She thought.
The old woman got to her feet again and made her
way toward the young family. She’d always passed them
sometimes very close to get a closer view.
A few times the couple waved or the little girl would
smile at her.
This was one day she hoped one of those things would
happen.
As she got closer this day, she seemed to ache less in
her legs. In fact her body pains were gone. She
slowed her approach to delay the moment a few seconds
longer. Her eyes seemed sharper then before or was it
because she was just getting nearer to them.
The woman paused for a second. She looked down at her
body then hands. They seemed less wrinkled and more
toner then they had in years.
"Just your old mind playing tricks on you." She told
herself then walked on.
She was unsure if it was real or not. Little did she
care at this point. If the pains were gone so be it.
If this was death creeping up on her she would welcome
it with open arms.
She walked perhaps a little faster feeling more youthful
with every step. Stranger changes took place. She
was not as old she appeared in body. Her clothes were
becoming newer and not so faded and worn with time.
She was a middle aged woman again then a young woman
again. She marveled for a brief minute to look at her
face and hair in a nearby puddle of water.
Her return to being young seemed to stop when she
stopped walking toward the couple.
She walked closer tempting fate. Soon she was even
younger then the married couple then a teenager. She
stopped again to stand still. She was little girl
again of or about 10-years-old. She had been so excited
and walked so fast; she zipped by her teens years
without even knowing it.
There were second thoughts in her mind now. She
wanted to go back and ran as fast her little chicken
legs could carry her. She was too scared of what
might happen. She had lost all her adult perks. All
she was now was a scared little girl with no money, no
place to go and no parents to care for her.
She was unsure if it was heaven or hell she was
heading toward.
"Maybe it wasn’t either. Perhaps someone overhead my
thoughts and decided on granting my heart’s desire."
She thought.
Having no real choice she could live with in the end,
she slowly walked up to the little girl. More changes
were happening. This time, her hair changed color to
match the little girl’s hair. She even thought her
face felt odd.
"Did my nose just take a completely different shape?"
She thought as she reached around 5-years-old and only
a few more steps to go. The parents were too busy talking
to notice another little girl getting closer to their
daughter. She was smaller in size so it made it easier
to approach without them noticing.
The daughter hadn’t even noticed yet. She was busy
picking wild flowers that grew along the path.
The woman, now completely changed, stumbled a little as
she was just two steps away. Being little toddler
steps, she noticed her clothes had completely changed
and a curl of blonde hair fell just to the side of her
face.
The coin flew from her hands to lay just in front of
herself and the little girl.
She gasped a little when she realized her little dress
was an exact copy of the little girl’s along with her
hair. She rather imagined her face was an exact match
as well. The little girl dropped her flowers and they
landed right on the coin hiding it from view.
"Honey!" The wife said pointing to the set of identical
toddlers. The sudden stumble had caught the mother’s
attention out of the corner of her eye.
"No way." The husband said standing up walking toward
the pair in an almost cautious way.
"They look exactly alike. They could be twins." The
mother said nearly running over to the pair then
bending down to look at each of them.
"Can you tell them apart?" The father asked.
Mother suddenly looked confused and scanned each face
carefully.
"No." She said looking suddenly concerned she
couldn’t tell which one was her daughter.
"Tammy" The father called quietly. Both girls
turned their heads at the same time.
"Well, they answered to that name." The father said
looking to trying to think of something else to tell
them apart.
"Girls, how old are you?" The mother asked.
The former old woman was ready for this. She had watched
for years and picked up how their real daughter would
respond.
Both girls yelled "two" and raised their arms showing
two fingers in the air.
"Even sound the same, Hon. What are we going to do?"
The wife asked nearly in tears now.
"Don’t worry. I’ll walk around a bit. Someone had to
seen her walking along or her parents have to be
nearby. If that fails, we’ll go home and compare the foot
prints on her birth certificate. We have of our Tammy
to sort out from the other one." The father said
calmly.
"Tammy’s hand prints as well. Those couldn’t be the
same." The mother said taking each girl by the hand
and unsure which one to flavor more.
"That would be impossible if they did match. Chances
of that would be one in a billion perhaps." The
father said then looked at the little girls again if
there some way of seeing a difference between them.
It was like looking at a mirror image his daughter to him.
Her new parents must have walked for an hour looking in
vain. Although she wasn’t old anymore and wouldn’t be
for a very long time, she was getting very tired from
taking several steps for every one step the adults
took.
"Soon I’ll go to my new home and they have no choice, but
to adopt me as their own daughter in fear they might
give away their real child." She thought letting a
grin cross her face for a second. Her thoughts went
to how lucky she really was for very few people get a
real second chance in life.
Clockwork himself saw the strange transformation in
mid action. Too late to stop the magic from working,
he let it run it’s course. She had made up her mind
to stay as a child or let the magic finish its work.
Once the parents moved away with their soon to be new
daughter, he calmly walked over to the flowers
dropped by the real Tammy and scooped them up along
with the last coin.
He put the flowers in his breast pocket of his shirt. He
then put the coin along with the other coins into a
wooden box.