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Fountain of Youth - Best Laid Plans
By Shawna
Hello, my name is Danny Ford. I am a research biologist in my mid-
twenties, having achieved my doctorate at the age of 20. I have recently
made a breakthrough with my formula designed to regress age - a virtual
fountain of youth. If I'm as successful as I believe I will be, my
discovery will make my distant relative Henry Ford's fame and fortune
pale in comparison! This breakthrough will enable physicians to regress
patients to an age before the onset of their particular illnesses, and
treat the disease before it manifests itself. My intentions were truly
for a noble cause. But with all major breakthroughs, I found myself in a
position of having to compromise my moral and ethical ideals if I was
going to be successful. This compromise would cost me dearly, as the
following story will attest to how high a price I would eventually pay.
I have been successful in regressing the age of lab animals, but my
formula contains a major flaw still. Although I was able to regress the
physical age in my subjects, I found that the effect was only temporary.
The subjects all reverted to their original age, through a rapid aging
process after the initial age regression. The subjects would age 1 year
physically every 3-5 days until they reached their original physical age.
After extensive review of my notes and progress logs, I am convinced that
the failure of the formula isn't the formula itself, but with the
subjects! Having designed the formula for humans, I was convinced that
it would work properly, without the flaw, on human subjects.
My efforts to obtain approval to test on human subjects were in vain. I
could not get FDA approval, nor would the research company behind my
grant condone such experimentation. It was for this reason that I
purchased a private retreat on a tropical island, and built and furnished
my own private lab. I had come into a great deal of money when both my
parents were killed in an accident when I was 17 years old. It was a
shame that they couldn't see me graduate with that doctorate 3 years
later, but now I would be able to use the legacy inherited from them to
further my work. I picked an island that is less traveled than most
vacation spots. I also selected an island where the local residents were
not very well off in finance or standard of living. My intention was to
get volunteers from this community, and pay them handsomely for their
participation to ensure their family's future. I obtained an extended
leave of absence from my current position, as well as for my lab
assistant Denise, and moved to my retreat/lab on the island.
My assistant Denise was also my live-in girlfriend. She's 5 years older
than me, and very brilliant in her own right. She is also very
attractive. I don't know why I keep frustrating her with my resistance
to commitment - this has become an issue in our relationship recently.
"Were not getting any younger" she would remind me on numerous occasions.
How ironic.
I began to interview local prospective volunteers shortly after arriving
and setting up at my lab. I soon discovered that the deficiencies in
their educational background would make it difficult to monitor the
mental and emotional status of the subjects I would be testing my formula
on. It was on one of those occasions that Denise was reminding me once
again about her biological clock "ticking away" that I came up with my
new plan. It was a plan that would lead to profound changes for me, as I
would soon discover.
I decided to use the formula on Denise. This would have to be done
without her knowledge or consent. I would slip her something in a drink
or food that would render her unconscious, and administer the formula. I
would use a dosage that would regress her 5 years in age, to match my own
age. First I used a small dose on myself, to ensure that it was safe. I
injected myself with a dosage that would regress me approximately 2-3
months in age. With such a small dosage, I wouldn't be able to notice any
effects. But I was able to determine that it was safe for a human
subject. I did not want to harm Denise in any way, as I truly do care
very deeply for her. I kept my notes in a private log. That was my
undoing, as I would find out shortly.
Denise had figured out my password to my private logs some time ago,
unknown to me. She had gotten suspicious of my secretive nature
recently, as we had always shared all progress with the project up until
recently. When she discovered my plan, she was furious! She decided
that she would drug me the night before I planned to do the same to her.
The timing of that could not have been any worse, as we had one of our
infrequent arguments on the same evening she put her plan in motion.
After I fell asleep shortly after taking the sedative in my beer after
dinner, she proceeded to prepare the formula. If successful, I would
regress to 20 years old to her 30 years. That would be awkward, she
thought. Still upset over our earlier fight, she then filled the
syringe, and would measure the dosage later. She injected me with that
full syringe, and then proceeded to crunch the numbers on the computer to
see what she had done. After checking and rechecking her figures, she
determined that I would regress to 5 years old if she was correct.
"What's done is done," she thought to herself.
When I awoke in the morning, I found myself virtually "swimming" in the
bed, due to my diminutive stature. I was in my body as a 5 year-old boy!
I recognized the room I was in as the one set up to record progress 24-7
through video and audio equipment. I have to admit that the audio
portion would be heavily censored, as the string of expletives coming
from me when Denise entered the room was loud and long. She couldn't
help but break into an ear-to-ear grin while she listened to my tantrum.
My threats would be an exercise in futility, as she held all the cards.
If she was ever to release my private journals to the scientific and
medical community I would be finished, career-wise! I was now at her
mercy.
"My, my, aren't you cute," she chuckled. She did apologize somewhat for
going as far as she did with my regression, but assured me that it would
prove to be a much more effective study this way. The scientist in me
had to admit she was right. She proceeded to measure my hair length
(just touching my ears), as we had determined that hair growth is the
most effective way to measure physical aging. There were too many other
determinants (diet, vitamins, etc) involved with measuring weight gain,
height, or other physical attributes. So we were not to cut the
subject's hair (mine) throughout the course of the experiment. I was
then put through a thorough exam to test my mental faculties. It seems
that I retained all my learning and experiences. I was now a 5 year-old
with the experience and intelligence I possessed at 25 years old. My
emotional state, however, was indeed closer to that of a 5 year-old. My
tantrums and impatience was evidence of that.
After a week of measuring and testing, it became evident that my formula
still had that flaw, even with human subjects. Using my hair growth as a
measuring stick, we determined after 7 days that I had aged physically by
almost 17 months. That translates to growing up 1 year physically every
5 days.
After 2 weeks I had grown physically from 5 years old to approximately 8
years old. The daily ritual of pulling that scrunchie out of my hair and
measuring it confirmed that age estimate (I started wrapping my hair in a
low ponytail with a rubber band after a week, but Denise was concerned
that it could damage my hair and effect the experiment. She introduced a
fluffy pink scrunchie she had - after all, it's just us around the
house).
These two weeks were just a constant whining and complaining by me,
followed eventually by some old-fashioned discipline. Yes, spankings!
That was the most effective means of keeping my emotional outbursts in
check. And I could swear that Denise was enjoying every minute of it!
It became apparent that we needed to go shopping soon, as the only
clothes for a child in the house were for little girls. We had
determined that our first subject would be female, as young girls mature
much faster and would adapt to the sudden changes more easily. We had
never considered stocking the house with little boy's clothes. So Denise
finally agreed to take me shopping and get some clothes that would fit a
boy growing up into his teen years.
That morning we paid special attention to find the least "girlie" clothes
for me for the trip into the village. I was dressed in a somewhat
neutral top (t-shirt) and shorts (cut a little high, but acceptable).
The sneakers and low socks definitely were for a girl, but not too
noticeable. I was finally satisfied with my attire, and off we went to
the village.
Before we started with the shopping, we agreed to stop at the diner for
some breakfast. We were both dying for some prepared food, as neither of
us were very good cooks. Before getting out of the car, I realized I
still had that scrunchie in my hair. In a panic I threw a mini tantrum,
before Denise finally told me she'd fix it so that you couldn't see the
scrunchie - she'd hide it with my hair with a little creative
adjustments. "Just turn around and I'll fix it," she said. My little
tirade had ticked her off enough that what she did was pull my ponytail
up high on the back of my head - the way a girl wears her ponytail!
When the waitress came up for our order, Denise ordered first. When it
was my turn to order, she looked at Denise and asked, "And what would
your daughter like this morning?"
When Denise saw my reaction, and anticipated an outburst, she jumped in
and replied, "I'm sorry, but she's not my daughter." Denise gave me a
gentle kick in the shin, and a glare as if to say "don't say a word!"
Then she turned to the waitress and explained, "This is my niece,
Danielle." I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut, but I was fuming.
The waitress made it a point to compliment Denise on her "cute"
"adorable," precious" niece, and how she really takes after her aunt.
By the time we got in the car I let loose with such a fit that Denise
turned the car back towards home. I had all the wardrobe I needed back
at the house. Because she decided until I learn better manners, I was to
dress and play the role of Danielle. She was going to make it a point to
take me everywhere in the village, so all the locals would get to know me
as her niece Danielle.
After the first few days of subjecting me to this petticoat punishment,
as she called it, I reminded her, "I'll be going through puberty soon,
and you're going to have a hard time passing me off as your little niece
then." Little did I know that those words would seal my fate, and change
my life forever.
Denise had decided to start her own little side experiment. How would my
rapidly aging body react to a strong and steady dose of female hormones
in my diet? She was determined to find out, and began dosing me with
those hormones at the age of 9. I was going to be very surprised at my
puberty this time around! These are not the changes in my body and mind
that I remember!
To be continued..........
Authors note: This is my first effort, and I would encourage any
feedback you may have. This is more of an outline, as I will edit the
story thus far to include more dialogue and more detailed description of
the treatment I receive. Please let me know if this is a story you would
like to see more of (email: [email protected]). If any contributing authors
would like to help me with this story, please do! Thank you, and enjoy!
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