"Come in, Cheryl," the Boss told them. "You're not Cheryl! You kind of LOOK like her, but she's older! Who are you?" "I am Cheryl. That's why I came here."
The next morning, Cheryl stared at the frozen eggs that she made for breakfast, while Deirdre ate hers. "Deirdre?" "Yes, Cheryl?" "How old do I look?" "I don't know. Sixteen, seventeen, maybe. Will you TELL me what's going on?" "Bad news, I'm afraid. I've been growing real fast the last few days, right?" "Yup. You looked older yesterday than the day before." "I think I blew it last night. I didn't eat right. I stopped growing." "Stopped growing?? Cheryl, that means..." "No, not STOPPED... The plan was that I'd age more quickly as long as the nutrients were available. So when I got to the right age, I could just skip a few meals, and then I'd be normal." "You mean-- if you're sixteen now, it will be TEN YEARS before you're twenty-six again?" "I'm afraid so." "Don't sit there then! Eat!" Cheryl did. Her breasts grew a bit. "That makes you look older." "Thanks." Cheryl picked up her dishes and threw them into the recycler. She slumped against the counter, still upset. Deirdre got up walked over to her. Deirdre was now slightly taller than her, and gave her a hug. "You're alright, kid." "Who are you calling a kid?" Then there was silence for a moment. Cheryl didn't let go of Deirdre, and it didn't seem like Deirdre was letting go either. It suddenly seemed like the situation was more than friendly.
She dressed in a minute so as to look somewhat presentable. Her breasts were too large, still, which she noticed as she tried to put on the shirt she wore earlier it would take a minute or two for her form to shrink to the size she had before. She'd have to look just right normal enough not to shock anyone, but not quite so female as to make the story unbelievable of course, she wouldn't be able to prove anything to the press. She brushed her hair, and opened the door.
The next morning, they had breakfast together. As Cheryl ate her potatoes, Deirdre noticed that Cheryl's breasts, formerly invisible, were growing. That never happened when Cheryl wasn't paying attention to them. "Cheryl, your tits..." Cheryl looked down at them. She HADN'T done it intentionally.
Dream
I found a pair of silver scissors in my hand, and cut a bit of my hair off. The spirit worded it the way the Evil Queen in the Disney animated version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves worded her spell to make herself older - something like "A lock of hair to --" whatever, nothing the spirit said I remember very clearly. With a similar prompting from the spirit (this time something about age, as in age of the soul, I remember it was very creepy), I took a silver comb and began to run it through my hair, and my hair turned white (I don't know how I knew this) as the comb touched it, and my head felt cold and dead and old where the comb had gone over it. Midway through this process of soul aging and deadening, I got a hold of myself. Resisting, I asked the spirit, over and over, "Do you have my best interests in mind? Do you have my best interests in mind?" with the same sort of animatedness that was present when I took my retractible pen to defend the earth against alien hatred in my other dream. At first, it was nothing, but then my voice came to me, and it came louder until it was my normal speaking voice, and the spirit went away and I woke up.
Dream
This evil creature smiled at me, taking great pleasure in my obvious distress. He toyed with me, causing me to �see' him walking through the bedrooms of each of our children, deciding which one he would choose to bring affliction upon. As he leaned over each one, I cried out a helpless, despairing, "NO!" Smiling, he looked up, and went on. At last he arrived at the bedside of our oldest daughter, who was 15 years old. With unspeakable horror, I knew that he had decided to do something terrible to her. He smiled at me again, and turned to show me a dress that appeared in his hands�one that would fit a very small child. In this experience, I watched him place this much-too-small dress upon our daughter, who was literally squeezed into the fabric. It appeared she had to shrink in order to accommodate the dress. I had no idea what this meant, but didn't doubt it represented something abominable that had been �placed upon' our precious daughter. No sooner was this act completed than I was back in my bed again.
A confirmation was the sudden change that took place in our oldest daughter. Literally overnight, she had changed from a sweet, innocent, honest and trusting young girl into a lying, arrogant, self-centered, and hardened stranger. Within a few short weeks, she became sexually promiscuous, and within months was suicidal. She began to dabble in the occult. I began to feel so threatened by her that I actually hid every knife in our house, and refused to be alone with her any more than necessary.