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The Other Side of the Coin
by Heidegger
Contact the author at heidegger@phuze.com
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"...Happy birthday, dear Ma-ark. Happy birthday to you!"
All of Mark's co-workers clapped as he blew out the huge number of candles on the cake. He was embarassed and annoyed by the attention, especially on his forty-somethingth birthday. They didn't know his age for certain, so they had loaded up the cake with over 60 candles as a joke. To distract himself while they were singing, he had taken in progressively deeper breaths and when they finished he started blowing out candles, focusing totally on blowing out every flaming reminder of his birthday. Amazingly, he got every single one.
Everyone laughed.
"Now you get your wish!" someone said.
"What did he wish for anyway?" said someone else.
Mark wouldn't say, he knew it was bad luck to tell. He had wished for something - anything - interesting to happen today.
The rest of the party was pretty much a blur. He unwrapped the various gag gifts (mostly children's toys) and the obligatory tie. Just when he thought he was finished, he noticed one more package on the table in the conference room where the party was being held. It was wrapped in paper that looked old and had strange patterns on it. This time, no one took credit for giving the gift. He shrugged his shoulders and opened the fragile paper.
A coin tumbled out of the layers of tissue paper inside. It looked really old and was covered in a thick patina of age. He couldn't tell what kind of coin it was or even what country it was from. He flipped it in the air and when it landed on his outstretched palm, he pocketed it in his right front pants pocket. At least the coin was interesting, he thought.
"Uh, Mark?" said his boss. "I still need you to finish the Morris presentation tonight."
That pretty well killed the party. After the boss left the room, everyone drifted back to their cubicles.
The presentation was long, intensive and important, so Mark was absorbed in finishing. 5 o'clock came and went along with most of his co-workers. He was almost done, sitting back in his chair and stretching the kinks out of his hands from all the keyboarding. He stretched, then reached into his pocket and felt the smoothness of the old coin. He pulled it out of his pocket and was looking at it closely when ...
"Ahem," said the boss, clearing his throat, "how's it going?"
Mark jumped and turned sheepishly toward the entrance to the cubicle where his boss stood. "I'm just about done - maybe another half hour."
"Well, I'm going to go, so just print out three copies and a set of transparencies and leave them on my desk."
'He's taking off after dropping another 25 minutes of work on me,' thought Mark, rubbing the coin, 'that old bastard.' He nodded his assent to his boss and said simply, "OK." Then he did a double take. In place of a man in his late-thirties, Mark's boss was a tremulous old man with thin, snow white hair wearing the same brown pants, off-white shirt and crummy tie. Mark blinked a couple of times and looked away for a moment. When he turned back, his boss was his normal age!
"Just make sure it's all done before you leave here," he said pointedly and walked off.
Mark was still shaken by the vision from moments before and said nothing. Had it been a hallucination or what? The thought was lost as he ground through the remainder of the presentation, printing it out and making the transparencies. Fortunately it only took about 45 minutes total. He dropped off everything in the boss' office and looked out over the sea of cubicles checking for signs of life. A few were still occupied.
One of his co-workers, Joanne, brushed by him on her way to the copier. She was in her late twenties with light brown hair. She was also a major pain in the butt, preferring office politics to actual labor. She had an annoying habit of being really touchy-feely when she worked with men. It had the desired effect on most guys, making them go out of their way to help her. It just grated on Mark's nerves. Today she was wearing a skirt, although she walked like a truck driver in it, and had topped it off with a white virtually see-through blouse to show off a patterned bra.
'She's just a little girl play-acting in grown-up clothes,' he thought sourly. Her motion by the copier caught the corner of his eye and he looked over and his jaw dropped. He saw a little brown-haired girl in oversized clothes standing on tiptoe in her big shoes trying to operate the copier. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and then slowly looked again.
"Can you help me with this?" she piped in a child's voice.
'I must be hallucinating,' thought Mark, 'Better pretend everything is all right.' He carefully walked over to the copier. She looked up at him.
"How many copies do you need?" he asked.
She counted on her fingers, all of one hand and the first two of the next. "Seven, please."
Mark pressed the proper code in to charge the copies to Joanne's project and straightened the pages in the auto-feeder. He hit the seven and then start. While the pages fed through, he looked at Joanne. The top of her head barely came up to his stomach. She was maybe six or seven years old! He looked at her adult outfit hanging on her thin frame and then realized he could still see the lacy bra hanging off her shoulders underneath the now oversized sheer blouse. Her formerly short skirt now grazed the tops of her ankles and her feet wobbled in a grown woman's shoes.
After all of the copies were done, he gathered them up from the sorter. "Can you carry all of these?" he asked, turning to face her.
"Of course I can," said the adult Joanne sarcastically, "I'm not a child."
He had been expecting the short little girl and so was looking right at the adult woman's chest. He flushed and handed her the papers.
She stalked off and he watched her walk away. Then he noticed that her bra was on all funny and her clothes were strangely disarranged. She stopped, not realizing he was still standing there and started pulling at her clothing to get it into place. He tapped his hand against the front of his pocket and was surprised when he felt heat coming off the coin.
'Am I going crazy,' he thought, 'this is all too strange.' He walked back to his cubicle in a daze and shut down his computer for the night.
He was walking down the corridor, deep in thought, when he was startled again.
"Hey birthday boy," said a female voice,"want to join us for drinks?"
It was Carla and standing with her was Janine. Carla was a short busty woman with long black hair and dark eyes and Janine was a tall, thin blonde, actually taller than Mark. Both were several years older than him but had always been nice when he had worked with them on projects.
"Sure, why not?" he replied. He knew the two went out for a couple of drinks on most Thursday evenings, but he had never been invited to join them. They walked as a group to the parking lot and Mark got in his car and followed them to the Starlight Lounge, about a mile from the office and a couple of blocks from his apartment. He had been in the Starlight a few times before. It was full of black surfaces and chrome with lots of neon. They took a table in a dark corner near the bar.
There was the usual small talk as they went through the first couple of rounds of drinks. Mark was feeling the tightness in his neck begin to loosen. He thought back on the incidents with the boss and Joanne but could come up with no explanation for them. He stopped that train of thought and looked at his companions in the dim light of the bar. Carla had a chin that looked like an old lady's chin from certain angles, all sharp edged and puffy at the same time. Her thick eyelashes and dark eyes gave her a striking look. She was still a handsome woman, but her middle was getting thick.
'I bet she was a looker 20 years ago,' he thought, 'even if she was just a little younger it would make a big difference.' He turned his attention back to his drink.
"Penny for your thoughts?" said Carla, but her voice sounded different. He looked up from his glass and saw a much younger version of the woman he had walked into the bar with. He looked from her smoother, younger maybe 37-38 -year old face to her blonde friend who still looked nearly fifty. Janine was thin, but it was verging on that bird-like thinness of an old lady.
'So maybe I AM crazy,' he thought, 'but damnit I'm gonna enjoy the ride.'
He looked at Janine and thought about how with her build, she had probably looked her very best when she was sixteen. He concentrated on the idea as he looked closely at her.
For a few moments nothing seemed to be happening, but then he noticed that her face seemed to be filling out, the thin lines and crows feet becoming smooth. The nearly-fifty year old woman gave way to an early forty-something, then vigorous thirties, followed by an obviously younger twenties. In moments, the blonde had gone from looking like she might be someone's mother to looking like she was someone's college age daughter. Her face smoothed further, looking increasingly innocent. Her nose was much smaller and began to appear more upturned. Janine's dress had stretched tight during her metamorphosis, then it began to loosen again and started to hang on her young frame. She grew shorter. Her breasts had firmed and risen, but now they were getting smaller. Then suddenly the process stopped, leaving a slender blonde high school girl standing in the ill-fitting, long red dress.
Mark's eyes bugged out. Janine looked like a sixteen year old kid! Her friend Carla looked like she could be Janine's young mother! They were both about the same height now. Mark looked quickly around the bar to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed conscious of the miracle that he had just witnessed.
"How are you feeling, C-Carla," he stammered.
"I feel great, we should do this more often."
"What about you Janine?"
Mark was shocked by the change in her voice even given the evidence of her appearance.
"I don't like it here, can't we go someplace that has something for ME to drink?"
She looked and sounded just like any sixteen year old. Mark suggested that they go back to his apartment which was nearby. Carla liked the idea and Janine was dubious, but he was persuasive and eventually the two were riding with him to his place.
The longer they stayed young, the more they seemed to realize something had happened.
"Janine, how old are you?" asked Carla after they had settled in at his apartment.
"Six- ... forty-nine," replied the girl, the knowledge of what had happened dawning in her eyes.
Carla walked over to the mirror in the entry to the apartment.
"Mark," she said, "could you maybe make me a little younger than this? Janine is making me feel so old!"
Mark thought about Carla getting younger and more quickly than before, the changes manifested themselves. Her skin tone evened out and smoothed out. Her dark eyes became sultry and sexy as her waist became more defined. She stopped at around 20, looking like a particularly world-wise college student. She and Janine stood beside each other looking in the mirror, one a high school girl and the other looking like a friend of her big sister.
"Why don't you rub off a few years for yourself?" asked Carla, pointing her full breasts at him.
Mark stepped into the small half bath and pondered his reflection. Maybe he could visualize himself younger. He looked intently at his own face until suddenly he realized that he was looking younger. His face had started to round out and his hairline was marching forward along his forehead. He lost the forty pounds that had bedevilled him for years and he marvelled in the feeling as he tightened and loosened the muscles in his arms. Soon a young man of 22-23 stood in the large clothes of a much older and heavier man. His pants fell to the floor, but his shirt was long enough to offer modesty. He reached into the pocket of the pants and transferred the coin into his shirt pocket.
He stepped up behind the two girls at the hall mirror.
"Oooh," said Carla, turning to face him,"you know you look like a young John Denver."
Mark blushed, he had forgotten about that. People had said it all the time when he was just out of college.
Before he could finish that thought, she was close to him and warm. She melted against him and turned up her face to be kissed. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed back - she was an incredibly luscious armfull. He was lost in the kiss when he realized they were being watched.
"Hey, what about me?" whined Janine.
Mark thought for a second, he wanted more time alone to explore what Carla had to offer and then had an idea. Janine began to quickly shrink, her breasts dwindled to bumps as the hem of her dress touched the floor and began pooling at her feet. Soon she was just over half the size she had been before.
"Do you want to watch the Disney channel Janine?" asked Mark.
"That would be fun!" she shouted in an exuberant child's voice.
Mark turned on the TV and changed the channel while little Janine was boosted up into a living room chair by her friend Carla. Mark turned just in time to see how Carla towered over her childish friend. Janine settled into the chair and began to watch. Mark took Carla's hand and led her to his room.
When they got there he kissed her again. He ran his fingers through her long, thick hair. Soon his thoughts turned to the yearning he felt. He reached up to the buttons on the front of her blouse and slowly undid them one by one. After he finished, she shrugged off the blouse and slid the loose skirt down off her hips and let it drop on the floor. Now she was wearing only panties and a bra. Neither was the right size, the cups of the bra were loose on her breasts and the straps were in danger of slipping off her shoulder. The panties were baggy. All the loose clothing was in stark contrast to the firm young body they covered. He stepped closer to her and slid the bra straps over her shoulders. He guided the bra down her front, adding the panties when he had pulled it down low enough. She helped him by stepping out of the bra and panties when he got them below her knees.
She was a goddess- the firm high breasts with small tight nipples, the small bush of dark hair at the juncture of her legs - he had dreamed of bedding a woman who looked like this all of his life. He quickly wrestled out of his clothes and they embraced on the bed. He had intended to keep the lovemaking deliberate and slow, but when he encountered the heat of her body he almost went crazy. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. After a half an hour of frenzied passion, he fell back sweaty and exhausted on the damp sheets. They rested awhile and then he remembered the little girl who sat outside the door watching cartoons. They got up and Carla put on his oversized shirt. He could see her nipples through the place where the white cloth thinned as it was pushed out by her breasts. The shirttails hung down below her behind, but still swayed from the motion of her hips. He grabbed a robe and pulled it on.
Janine watched them come out of the room with a knowing look on her face. "When do I get to be the older one?" she asked. "It's my turn!"
Mark patted the pocket of the robe and then remembered that the coin had been in his shirt pocket. He walked over to Carla and reached into the pocket. He could feel her stiff, erect nipple pushing into the back of the pocket. He retrieved the coin and clasped it in his hand.
Almost instantly Carla began to shrink. The white man's shirt she wore grew more tentlike and her breasts pushed out the front less and less. The image of Carla when she was just on the edge of puberty stuck in Mark's mind: her budding young breasts just barely large enough to be rounded, the slight inward curve of her waist and the beginnings of fullness in her hips and butt. Then the moment passed and she dwindled into childhood her hair thinning and getting shorter, finally throwing off the shirt as it became too ungainly. He contrasted the hairless young child he saw before him now with the dark-eyed temptress of not 20 minutes before. He felt a familiar stirring and turned his attention to the little blonde girl in the giant red dress.
Janine grew taller and the dress began to unpuddle from the floor. At first it's heavy folds obscured her female form, but as her figure matured the dress took on a more womanly shape itself. He stopped her at 15 or 16. Then looked at himself in the mirror and clasped the coin in his hand. He began to grow younger, becoming a college student and then shrinking into high school himself. He stopped before he was shorter than Janine, although he was now only about a half inch taller and maybe a year older.
It was different this time in the bedroom. Their actions were less smooth and studied, more in keeping with the age of their appearance. Her bare legs were coltish and her breasts stood out prominently over her young flat stomach. A light down was between her legs. Mark noticed that he was a lot less hairy than he was used to. He hugged the naked blonde in the middle of the room and they passionately but ackwardly kissed. He ran his hands down her smooth sides and then back up towards her breasts. His erection strained at her belly. He touched her tight breasts with the light pink nipples capping them. Her nipples were small and girlish instead of the larger womanly size he had been expecting. They tightened into small hard points under his ministrations.
He led her to the bed and they hurriedly got into position and he entered her. He had no self-control, like a boy the first time having sex. He was quickly ready to go again (ah, youth!) and this time lasted longer until her high squeals signalled her own climax.
Later, the two adolescents walked out of the bedroom to find the dark haired child nearly asleep on the couch.
"Make her older and then maybe she'll stay awake," said Janine.
Mark obliged, grasping the coin. The dark haired little girl swelled toward maturity. Mark watched her development in awe. When she hit the age which had caught his attention before, he stopped. A girl of around 12 sat naked on the couch. her breasts were the size of small half oranges and pointed ever so slightly. Her hips were barely flared and between her legs was only the beginnings of a tuft. She blinked a few times and then seemed to come to herself.
Mark set the coin down on the bar.
"How do you feel?" he asked Carla.
"Too young," she replied standing next to Janine and realizing how much shorter she was than her friend. "Make me older, please?"
Mark was thinking about it as Carla walked towards him. He thought she was going to give him a hug when she lunged for the bar and grabbed the coin.
"Now it's my turn to have fun!" she said. She grew into a full maturity, older and taller than Mark and Janine. Then she turned her attention to her friend. Janine began to grow and soon Mark was the shortest and youngest person in the room.
"He's so cute!" said Janine, and Carla smiled.
"OK, now make me older too," said Mark, but as he looked at the two gorgeous women, he realized that they were growing larger relative to him. He was only up to Carla's chin now! He reached for the hand that grasped the coin, but she lifted it out of his reach. Quickly his hand at full extension was only to her elbow and dropping fast. His eyes were level with her full breasts which then were above his head. Soon he was waist high to her and still shrinking. He caught a whiff of her musky feminine scent as his nose was even with her crotch. His extended hands didn't even reach the level of her breasts now.
He looked from one giant woman to the other, they were so tall now! His feet grew unsteady and he fell on his backside with a plop. Then, as suddenly as it began, his shrinking ceased. A huge face appeared in his field of vision and two giant hands grasped him under the arms. He was hoisted skyward. The mane of dark hair told him that Carla had picked him up. She held him away from her face and made cooing noises at him. Janine stood next to her also admiring the infant Mark. He kicked his feet and babbled at them. Janine said something to Carla, Mark was having trouble understanding the sounds they were making, and she lowered him towards her. Her large breast loomed in his face and the nipple brushed his cheek. Instinctively his head turned and his lips found her nipple. Ancient instincts caused him to suck on her, although no milk flowed. After a while, he felt himself handed over and a different breast presented itself. While he suckled, his hand ran up and down the side of the giant woman who held him. He grew tired from the suckling and drifted to sleep.
Later a sound woke him.
"I think he's waking up!"
He could understand them, they must have made him older while he slept! He cracked open his eyes and was greeted by the site of two thirteen year old girls, one taller and blonde, the other shorter, chestier (almost a b-cup) and brunette wearing a couple of his t-shirts.
He stood up and noticed (to his relief) that he was taller than them again.
"Did you enjoy your birthday Mark?" they said.
"It's been ... interesting." he said,"So what are we going to do next!"
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