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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 19, 2008 13:45:13 GMT -4
I see you have found your way into my loverly room of age. Feel free to explore it, and by all means take advantage of it's extrodinary magical powers?
Oh, Don't believe me? Drink from that baby bottle on the nightstand, and see what its like to be a baby again, or perhaps step into my Age-O-Matic age changing devices in the corner there, and choose a more suitiable age.
It's up to you. I'll leave you now, with these inventions, plus any thing that is added into the room by my guests, such as art, captions, stories, and what have you.
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Post by monica on Feb 23, 2008 19:01:09 GMT -4
Looking around the room, I spy a machine called the age-o-matic."Wonder how this works?" I say. With no one else around, I decide to just go into it and see what happens. Some dials are to the side of the door as I enter and push a few. The machine humms to life, and the next thing I know I start feeling strange. "What the hell did I just do?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 24, 2008 3:25:23 GMT -4
"Oh dear" I say as I wander in to see how has entered the room. "Ms. Monica? Ar you there?" I say as I see you step out of the machine. You don't know it, but you are getting younger, and fast. You are about 23, having already lost four years in a few moments.
"I think you might want to look in that mirror over ther, my dear."
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Post by monica on Feb 24, 2008 15:34:24 GMT -4
"What mirror over where?" I ask, as Lord Hugo points me in the right direction. " I head to the mirror and take a look, and am amazed at what I see. "Wow, I really am getting younger, huh?" He nods, as I watch myself lose more years still. I am 20 years old as I head back to the age-o-matic, and notice the settings on the dial. I gasp,"Could I really have set it for that?" I wonder out loud, as I pass age 16, my clothes no longer fitting quite right, my breasts starting to get loose in my bra. My thoughts stray to my high school days, and that cute guy in my Biology class. Monica-age 16-and getting younger
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 26, 2008 12:48:54 GMT -4
"You seem to be taking this in stride. I mean, you are now dropping out of teenage-hood and back into childhood, and you don't really seem phased." I say as you descend past the age of 12, looking quite silly in your very loose clothing.
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Post by monica on Feb 26, 2008 13:54:16 GMT -4
Running back to the mirror I nearly trip over my own pants. I've continued to regress, slowly slipping past twelve to 11, 10, 9, and 8. I really wish there were some way to get this taken care of--the clothes I mean-or do I have to just let this run it's course? Maybe if I jump back into the age machine thingy and set it for older. though it is kinda fun gettin young,huh? Monica-age 8 and still getting younger- when will it stop?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 26, 2008 14:46:06 GMT -4
Sadly, the age-o-matic must run it's course. You look to be almost finished, however...in fact I think I see you stopping now...
You are now the ripe ol' age of...er...5. A kindegartner once more, all thanks to a shiny machine.
See anything else you wish to experiment with, my dear?
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Post by monica on Mar 1, 2008 16:21:31 GMT -4
"Hey misser, what is dis?" I say grabbing a little bottle and spraying myself with it." I suddenly start to feel funny, and seem to be getting bigger.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 1, 2008 17:41:24 GMT -4
"Ah, you found the "All Grow'd Up" Perfume. You seem to be gaining back quite a bit of age, my dear." I say as you seem to reach your early teens again.
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Post by monica on Mar 2, 2008 14:09:16 GMT -4
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 4, 2008 16:24:47 GMT -4
You stop growing up, as you jokingly demand your free drink. I smile devishly as I point to a table in the corner where there is a martini glass of blue liquid.
"Drink Up."
This Girl is fun, thinks Lord Hugo to himself.
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Post by slykid on Mar 4, 2008 20:30:14 GMT -4
Having explored the Mansion for some time, I heard some strange noise coming from the room that was deemed "Age"
I put my ear closer to the door and heard a little girls voice...no...wait...now a womans voice. What was happening in there?
I knock on the door and say "Is everything alright in there?"
(You can call me Mark for this thread. Age: 22)
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 4, 2008 23:48:18 GMT -4
Ah, hello, Mark. Meet Monica. She just turned 21, but that won't last.
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Post by monica on Mar 8, 2008 14:27:56 GMT -4
I take a sip and marvel at the wonderous taste. "This is really good, what do you call it?" I say, as I start to feel strange. "I get the feeling I'm in for a change!"
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Post by monica on Mar 8, 2008 14:36:49 GMT -4
"Wow, I guess you're right Mr. Prosperio," I reply, as I shoot forward in age. "And hello you to you...uhhh...Mark, I'm Monica DeRichie. Glad to make your aquaintence. "I've just passed thirty, and thirty five, and they must like what they see because the two of them can't take their eyes off me." "Hugo my dear, you never told me what you call this drinky-poo." Monica now age 35
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