“So? We awmost der?” Alexis asked.
Juliana nodded. “Yup! Almost… cat! Stop! Cat! CAT!” Juliana yelled, swerving to avoid hitting the animal, as Alexis pulled her hands off of the gas, and slammed on the breaks. The cab stopped, but the airbag suddenly exploded out, and knocked Juliana back into the chair. Alexis cursed, and climbed up, putting the cab into park, and pushing the airbag aside. She looked and could see Juliana lying back in the seat looking dazed.
“Come on!” She pleaded “Dis is no time to west!” Looking over her shoulder she suddenly saw Juliana’s car, parked before the old mansion up ahead. “Wook!” She yelled.
Juliana just grunted, sounding drunk. “… I don’t want to go to school…” She whimpered.
Alexis growled and cursed as she started pulling Juliana from the car.
As the three criminals neared the room at the end of the hall, soft music could be heard coming from the radio. Mira reached the door and after a glance and a nod to her partners, went in. Giorgio followed her in in swiftly and looked around the room, hoping for a glance at the beautiful woman.
The room was Spartan, with two bookshelves built into the wall, a small iron barred bed, and a single rocking chair. Next to the chair was a small table with a book, and an intercom for the front door. At its side was a small brief case chained to the chair. In the rocking chair sat a figure, thin and fine as the chair rocked softly. She wore the same green dress as the woman in the painting, making Giorgio’s heart leap for an instant before he saw the rest of the woman.
Giorgio was surprised as he realized that she was indeed beautiful, but very old. Her skin was wrinkled, her hair grey but still in an oriental style bun, and her body was thin and straight. Her bosom was modest with age and her face though still attractive, was that of a grand mother’s. Giorgio felt his heart sink, but smiled in spite of himself at her still pretty face. He could tell that this was the woman, but that she was far older than the twenty something bombshell of the painting.
Her amber eyes were still as sharp as the paintings, and when she saw the eager expression weaken on Giorgio’s face, her lips twisted into a maternal smile.
“Oh, poor boy.” She said tilting her head to the side, and closing her eyes. Her grey locks fell in front of her face, and Giorgio had to admit she still had a cute feel to her. “I am sorry to disappoint you, but this is me now.” She laughed and stood slowly. “However I am very happy to know you found the young me to be so pretty.” She stepped up and gave a swift curtsey. “My name is Elizabeth Von Pettis, and I guess I am your employer.”
Giorgio was still blushing and Mira poked him in the arm to get him to move, but he stepped forward swiftly. “Forgive me lady. I did not mean to be rude. I was overcome. It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you forgive me for asking, but… how old were you when that picture was painted?”
She laughed as she approached. “Twenty.” She said with a smile.
That answer did not sit right with Mira, though she controlled her expression to conceal it. If the woman was ninety, then the year of the painting would have been 1944. Then why would the woman have been wearing a dress that was popular in the 1880s?
“Ah…” Giorgio sighed “Well if I may you still have the looks of a beautiful woman on you.”
Mira stepped in front of Giorgio. “Sorry to interrupt, but… we got it boss!” She held up the box for the old woman to see.
Elizabeth’s face suddenly lifted, and she clapped her hands together. “Oh Miss Tetrarch, you know how to make an old woman happy. Wonderful!” She cheered. “Let me get the rest of your payment, and you can be on your way!” She turned back to the chair and reached to grab the briefcase.
“Not just yet!” Mira snapped.
Elizabeth stopped, and looked back to Mira her face suddenly darker. “Yes?” She asked softly.
“How old are you really?” Mira asked, handing the box to Yuri.
“What a silly thing to ask.” Elizabeth said, standing back to full height. “Ninety years old. Why”
Mira removed the clock and held it in one hand. “I am betting you are a least… fifty, sixty years older than that? I mean with an item like this, you could be… any age. Am I right?” Mira asked with a grin.
Elizabeth was stiff, as stern as a statue. “So… you figured it out huh?”
Mira nodded, flipping the clock in her hands, and Elizabeth seemed to twitch when she did. “Yes we did. Now the important question is…?”
“How much more do you want?” Elizabeth said with a frown.
Mira snapped and looked to Yuri “That’s right!” She looked to Giorgio, and asked. “I think that is the question. How much do you think we should get Giorgio?”
Elizabeth reached down and grabbed the brief case, tossing it to Mira’s feet before they could give a number.
“I had a feeling you would figure it out.” Elizabeth said with a new smile. “So I planned ahead. There is one million for each of you in there.” She stepped forward. “If you accept it, and give me the clock right now I would be willing to keep you on for future projects that I might need your services for.” Her face suddenly soured. “But only if you accept right now.”
“M-m-million?” Mira gasped.
She bent and opened the case, and gasped. The old woman had told the truth. Three million dollars, in thousand dollars bills filled the brief case. The other two gasped, and all three looked at each other.
Mira cleared her throat. “Giorgio, give the lady, err… I mean our boss, her clock.” Giorgio smiled, and hopped over to the old lady, presenting her with the clock. Taking it in trembling hands, Elizabeth’s face had a glow of joy to it, and she laughed very gently as she took the clock.
“Finally…” She whispered
Alexis pulled Juliana from the cab, as her friend continued to look dazed. Finally as Juliana seemed to recover, they both ran to the car and looked in the broken driver side window. It was empty save for McDonald’s wrappers, peanut shells and cigarette butts.
“Those asses!” Julian snarled. “I am going to make them clean this up when we finally catch them!”
Alexis pointed. “Wook! The front door is open!”
Juliana and Alexis entered into the front yard of the mansion, and slowed as the creepy setting seemed to take on a life all of its own.
“Wow… this is… like a monster movie.” Juliana mumbled.
Alexis held her close for a moment, before shaking her head. “Come on! We need to huwwy!”
They rushed inside, and immediately saw the light coming from the upstairs room. They could hear muffled conversation, and realized the crooks were still there.
“What now?” asked Alexis.
Juliana thought for a moment. “Let’s go get the cuffs, and night sticks form my trunk.”
“What? Why?” hissed Alexis. “Aw we supposed to fight them?”
“No stupid! I got a plan okay!” Juliana turned and rushed back out the door with Alexis in hot pursuit.
Elizabeth held the clock in her hands, and smiled broadly. “Oh it has been so long since that fool thief stole you from me but now…” She spoke to the clock.
“So?” Mira asked, causing Elizabeth to look up. “How old are you really, boss?”
Elizabeth smirked. “Two hundred and seven.” The others looked at each other, before looking back to Elizabeth. “I found this while my father was excavating a Greek town in 1820, when I was only thirteen. I discovered what it could do when a large bull charged me that day, and it transformed him into a calf before my eyes. I kept it a secret for a hundred and twenty years, using it to stay young and beautiful until it was stolen from me.”
“Stolen?” Giorgio asked”
Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, by my idiot husband.” She then laughed, “The same man who later, accidentally turned himself and three whores into newborn babies with it while at a brothel in Germany.” She started turning the clock face and pressed a button on the bottom. “I have spent ninety years tracking it down, and finally its mine again.”
The clock started to shine, and a bright light filled the room. The three criminals covered their eyes, and stepped back.
“Mine again! Finally I can be young again!”
Juliana and Alexis reached the door, and peered inside, just as a flash of light filled the hallway. Both covered their eyes until the light had passed, and they looked in. The three criminals were standing in front of Elizabeth Pettis, as she held the clock in shaking hands. All of the assembled watched as Elizabeth started to tremble and twitch, pulsing just as the two detectives had done before.
Elizabeth started to bend forward, and clutched her hands and the clock to her bosom, making a soft hissing sound through her teeth. Her arms and legs seemed to expand and flex as her muscles returned to the state they had been when she was a young woman. The wrinkles on her chest and hands started to plump, and then stretch backwards, like soft dough being spread across a smooth surface. As her hands tightened, the fingernails gained a new healthy sheen, and her hands gained the softness of youth.
Her lips began to shift, losing their faded tone in exchange for a deep natural red as they plumped out smooth and puffy. A long sensual smile spread across her face, as her nose, chin and jaw stretched, the skin becoming sharp and regaining their full flesh tone. Her eyes, already sharp and amber colored, rounded and became deep rich pools of color that shimmered in the light. From her forehead thins shafts of shiny brown began to creep through her hair. Soon they were followed by a cascade of color that shot to the tips as the volume and sheen returned, causing little locks to come spilling out of the bun in a disorderly but distinctly youthful look.
Lifting her skirt, Elizabeth looked at her legs which appeared through the slip she wore under the skirt. At first they were thin, bony with age. However as the assembled watched, they fattened up near the top, and then a wave of fresh muscle and flesh seemed to spread down, until they was curved, fleshy and strong like a swimmer’s. Her butt seemed to bounce under the length of her skirt, until it plumped upwards, and with a satisfied moan Elizabeth thrust it backwards as it rounded out.
She grabbed it with her left hand “Ohhh, Yes that’s better!” She proclaimed in a sexual tone as she felt her firm butt restored to its previous glory. With a shout of pleasure she bent backwards sharply and thrust her chest forward violently. As she did her chest exploded forward into her dress, filling the fabric to the point of near bursting. Her chest now round and full, was actually as big or bigger than Mira’s, the line of the dress resting just above her nipples.
She took a step forward, and with runway flair thrust her hips to her side, brushed the fresh locks of hair from her face, and smiled in triumph to her new employees.
“Wow…” Muttered Yuri.
“Yeah… Wow.” Agreed Mira. “That is pretty impressive Boss.” She added. Mira stood and glanced at her employer. “You know, I actually think the picture doesn’t do you justice.”
Elizabeth grinned and felt her own face before closing her eyes and shuddering with excitement. Finally she looked to Giorgio.
“Well…” her voice, now deep and sensual “…What do you think now, young man?”
Giorgio was drooling, and leaning forward, a dopey drugged look on his face. “Lady Elizabeth…” he groaned. “You ARE better than your portrait.”
She laughed, ecstatic over her rejuvenation, and tickled by his lust. “Then I guess you can keep my painting… if you want to.” She said, reaching out and running a finger under his chin.
He swooned backwards, and was caught by Yuri, “I think I have seen the face of an angel Yuri.” He said dreamily. After a second Yuri frowned and dropped him onto his back on the floor with a shrug.
Juliana was now worried. With Elizabeth young again, she might be able to stop them from getting the clock. “W-we have to think of something.” she whispered.
Alexis leaned over to Juliana and whispered. “Hey Juwes! Wook over dere!” She pointed to the wall, and Julian suddenly noticed a dumbwaiter near the bed. “If we could cwimb up dere…”
Juliana considered it, and nodded. “Hurry!”
Both girls quietly rushed downstairs opening the Kitchen and found the dumbwaiter. Alexis climbed up the table near it, and with a little force, managed to pull the gate open. Juliana looked in, and saw that while the chains were rusty, the shaft was clear.
“Okay! I will go back to the door. When I get their attention, go for it!” Juliana smiled to Alexis, and Alexis nodded back.
As Giorgio drooled, Mira handed the briefcase to Yuri. “So boss. You said you had another job for us?” She pushed Giorgio out of the way. “I admit I am curious what someone like you could possibly want.”
Elizabeth grinned and held the clock up suddenly, aiming it at the trio, just as Juliana returned to the door and looked in. “Wait. You haven’t been given your real reward yet.” She said in a sultry and evil sounding tone. Both Mira and Yuri jumped back, as Yuri reached for his gun.
Elizabeth held the clock in front of her face and smiled. “It’s time for your youth to be rewarded…”
The light flashed again and Juliana ducked behind the door to avoid getting a dose. Halfway up the Dumbwaiter, Alexis saw the light, and suddenly worried about Juliana. With new determination she struggled up the chains with all her might, while desperately trying not to make any noise.
When the light cleared, all three of the criminals were now pulsing and jerking as the light dissipated. Giorgio was the youngest and so he shrank the fastest. While still grinning and muttering “Lady Elizabeth” he began to slowly lose height. His legs and arms seemed to shrink and stop, then shrink again. His pants and boxers slowly plopped to the floor, causing him to blush and cover teenage groin and bottom. However his bottom and groin were soon covered by his oversized shirt and coat, as he hit ten years of age again. He just stood there, blushing and staring at Elizabeth’s chest with a stupid grin.
Yuri having observed what happened to the two detectives and Giorgio, dropped his gun, and gripped his pants so that they would not fall. Holding onto his cigarette, he just stood there, slowly getting smaller, but seeming to weather the affect, better than Giorgio. Finally he stood, seething as a thirteen year old by, a cigarette still on his lips, though he started to cough mildly.
Mira screamed as she felt her body pulsing and shifting. Just as Juliana had felt, an electrical feeling rushed into her legs and arms, and they began to stretch and pulse like warm rubber bands. She felt them pulling inward, and could feel creases forming against her skin in the fabric of her leather suit. She felt the electrical tingle down the front of her groin, and clenched her knees together in response.
When the tingling reached her face she gasped and put her hands across her cheeks. Her cheeks were fattening, and her lips were smoothing out. She felt her hair shortening, and saw it gaining the slight reddish tone, she had possessed as a child, but grown out of as an adult.
“No!” She wailed as she felt her shirt loosening. Looking down, she saw her large round breasts bulging and pulsing as the electrical feeling found them. As they started to flatten backwards, smoothing out against her chest, the shoulders of her shirt began to slip off, and she bunched her elbows to her sides to keep it from falling off. Finally her breasts had smoothed down to two small mounds of reddened flesh, which felt much colder than the rest of her, as they were now back in the sensitive, “developing” state.
“Y-you bith!” Mira screamed through a fresh lisp at Elizabeth, who just laughed and started working on the clock.
“You double crossing whore!” Yuri yelled, holding his pants up over his belly. “Yuri will kill you for this!” He declared.
Juliana looked at the trio now that the transformation was complete. All three had become tweens, and were now awkwardly attempting to cover themselves as Elizabeth approached them. As she did so, she kicked Yuri’s gun aside, and then fished out Giorgio’s own firearm from within his jacket before patting him on his head. The sight of his own weapon in her hands seemed to have broken his stupor, and he stepped back from her, hiding behind Yuri.
She held the clock up again, and grinned. “Now this clock has been set to very powerful amount of energy.” She let her words hang in the air, before setting it high up on the book shelf near the bed. She tucked Giorgio’s knife into her belt, and pointed to the clock. “The next person who feels its power will go so far back that they will become a new born.” She said, barely resisting the urge to laugh. “From now own, you are either my slaves… or my babies.” The trio gasped, and stumbled backwards, too intimidated by Elizabeth to run. “Are we clear on that?” She asked, letting her sultry smile become a dark frown.
Juliana was shocked by her aggression. Elizabeth was far more dangerous than Juliana had ever imagined, and she had to be stopped. Juliana could see it in her eyes. This woman could kill if she wanted, and if she and Alexis failed now, they would end up in diapers. However, Elizabeth had put the clock down, and it was either now or never....
Juliana roared like a beast and charged into the room straight towards Yuri. She brought the night stick up and smacked him right in his shoulder. Yuri yelled and stumbled back into Giorgio. They both crashed back into Mira, and the trio collapsed into a heap. Elizabeth was shocked by this and jumped back, gripping the pistol. Juliana leapt upon them and continued her assault, hitting Mira in her butt, and aiming for Yuri’s hand. Her attack was so unexpected that the trio could only whimper and crawl, trying to escape her. “NYPD!” Juliana screamed, as pinned Mira down under her legs. The whole time Elizabeth just watched in muted horror at the bizarre spectacle before her.
Juliana knew she had to keep her distracted. This had to look good. She continued to smack Yuri and Giorgio with the nightstick as both boys screamed, attempting to crawl away from her. “You guys are under arrest, for breaking and entering, theft, assaulting an officer with timey magic!” Elizabeth seemed to breathe in sharply at this, so Juliana continued. “Thought you got rid of me at the museum huh!?” She added, hitting Yuri in his butt, and causing him to fall forward onto Mira. “Well NYPD always gets their man!” She yelled, as she snapped the handcuff around Yuri’s leg, before attaching it to Mira’s.
Elizabeth suddenly seemed to understand who, and how Juliana had come to be here, putting together the identity thanks to her ranting. So Juliana continued, “You are all going to jail!” She yelled, snapping another pair of handcuffs onto Giorgio’s legs, and then yet another from him to Mira.
Elizabeth suddenly stepped forward, and yelled “Enough!”
Juliana looked up at her, noticing that Alexis was out of the Dumbwaiter, and reaching for the clock. She had to keep going. “Stand back please, Ma’am!” Juliana ordered. “This is official police business.”
Elizabeth was getting frustrated “Now look here you little…”
“Stand back lady! These are dangerous criminals.” She yelled, pretending not to care about Elizabeth and snapping a final pair around Yuri’s leg before fastening it to Giorgio’s legs. Stepping back with a satisfied look, Juliana stared down at the trio. Thanks to her speed and aggression, the trios were now all bound together, leg to leg. However each of them had been twisted up with the others and they were now stuck in a tangle of legs and arms, as the three of them squirmed and groaned.
Elizabeth pointed the gun at Juliana and she froze. “I said enough. I don’t know what you were hoping to…”
All eyes turned around suddenly to the sound of the dumbwaiter door crashing shut. Alexis had the clock, but the door had come down, and seemed to have locked itself from this time, preventing her from escaping.
“You brats!” Elizabeth cursed, and then she stepped forward, aiming the gun at Alexis. “That was a pretty good plan! You almost tricked me! I’m impressed.” Alexis gripped the clock against her chest. Suddenly confronted with failure, and either death or rejuvenation. Alexis grit her teeth, and backed against the dumbwaiter door.
“Too bad you’re trapped now…” Elizabeth aimed the gun right at Alexis’ head. Alexis held the clock up and Elizabeth froze, obviously unwilling to damage her prize. Elizabeth nodded, and smirked. “Well played…” She lowered the gun. “How about we strike a deal?” Alexis seemed to listen, and Elizabeth stepped towards the bed. “How about I fix you back to normal, and you give me the clock.” She gestured to the criminals. “I could even make them normal so you could turn them in and be heroes!”
Alexis looked at the criminals and then Juliana who shook her head fervently, little tears forming on her adorable face.
“I mean let’s face it…” Elizabeth continued. “You cannot get past me, I have the gun, and you cannot go back down the dumbwaiter. There is no way out! You are locked in here…” She pointed the gun towards Juliana, “So what will it be?” Alexis looked at Juliana, who covered her face, anticipating a gun shot. At the sight of her adorable partner and best friend cowering as an enemy pointed a gun at her, Alexis snapped.
“NO!” Alexis shouted defiantly, causing Elizabeth to jump slightly. “You aw the one who does not get it! Alexis pointed to Elizabeth and hopped down onto the bed, advancing to Elizabeth. Elizabeth was shocked and actually stepped back, her aim faltering. “I am not wocked in hew with you…” Alexis growled, aiming the clock at Elizabeth as the ancient item started to glow. “You aw wocked in hewe with me BITCH!!!”
Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide, and she reached out, attempting to block what was coming with her hand, but nothing would stop this now.
Light blasted out from the clock, slamming into Elizabeth, sending the gun and her sprawling to the floor. Once the light cleared, Julian ran forward, and kicked the gun under the bed before leaping back from Elizabeth. Elizabeth rose, her body trembling, her muscles and veins throbbing.
“N-noooo n-no!” Elizabeth stammered, as she bent forward grabbing her belly. With a strange stuttering sound, Elizabeth seemed to implode, her sleeves suddenly stretching out over her hands. The collar of her dress pressed up, against the bottom of her chin, and the white slip beneath Elizabeth’s skirt plopped to the floor beneath her feet. Elizabeth’s round butt began to stretch out for a second, before flattening out. Elizabeth’s chest bubbled, her breasts bouncing back and forth before collapsing into nothing but flat skin. She screamed as her dress drooped in the front, only to have her scream seem to vibrate as her head bubbled and collapsed inward, replacing her deep mature voice with that of a little girl.
As Elizabeth looked at her long sleeves that draped over her hands, and felt her face with her hands through the sleeves she started to whimper and squeal. “No!” she wailed, her body still trembling. “No! This is too much! It’s too young!” She looked to Juliana, now the same age as her, and shook her head at her. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she looked like a frightened child wearing her mother’s dress. As she stumbled towards Juliana she started to flex and twist more, her body withdrawing into the green dress.
“It’s too much!” She cried, now only a tiny girl of now more than five. Her body was collapsing faster now, and the dress was bunching up onto the floor. “Too much!” She squealed at four, her little arms flailing around within her sleeves. Her hair was becoming short and boyish. “T-too muth…” she whined at two, only her tiny face squeezing out of her dress. “T-t- ta ba?” She muttered. For an instant the face of a baby only a few months old stared at Juliana over the collar, before the face sucked inward and the dress completely deflated.
As an infantile wail filled the room Juliana and Alexis came over and looked to the pile that the green dress had left behind. Now there was only a baby, naked and barely a few hours old with stark amber eyes lying on her back atop the dress. Elizabeth was a newborn now and would not be threatening anyone, talking, walking, or even cleaning her own bottom for a very long time.
Juliana looked to Alexis, and then gave her a tight hug. “You saved me!” She gasped with tears in her eyes.
Alexis was sobbing too. “Not wifout your hewp, I wouwd have nevew made it.”
The two friends held each other close embraced for a long moment.