"I'm still getting younger" you say as you put your hands on your face. You feel them getting smaller as your clothing starts to hang on your body, your bra no longer needed as you feel your breasts pull back into your chest.
"Not my babies!" you shriek as you paw for what is already gone. The loss of age is starting to pick up speed as your race closer to the single digit years of childhood.
"Please Stop. I don't want to be a kid!" you shout, hoping someone will hear you.
You are currently age 8, but that won't last long, you fear.
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