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Clarice is working with portals (lostinexile) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-01 09:30:00

I need a drink. I'm way too sober for this
Who: Neena, Clarice and Hanna
What: One deaging and one aging up
When: 4/1
Where: Neena's place
Status: Complete
Rating: PG



Sometime in the middle of the night, something had happened. Maybe it was God’s idea of a practical joke, maybe it was the most epic of April Fools tricks. But where Neena had once been a grown woman, cradling Clarice in her arms, she was now a tiny little ball curled up against her lover’s back.

When she woke up, she noticed it immediately. Her little hands stretched up and out, white and tiny, with little black nails. Her arms were short. The world was big. Everything seemed strange and out of place. It was all completely wrong.

She let out a little whimper and toddled out of the bed, towards the bathroom. She was on eye level with the bathroom faucets, and had to step on her tiptoes to see herself in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her scared the crap out of her. Bluer eyes than hers, completely white skin that rivaled the whiteness of her bathroom tile, and… the spot. The black spot over her left eye.

Neena let out a shriek, and flailed her hands in the air, “I’M SO TINY!”

Clarice jerked awake, flailing around with her hands glowing like she was going to generate some javelins, but there was no threat. She canceled her powers, and wondered if it had been a good idea to spend the night tonight.

She ran into the bathroom and stared. “Neena?”

"Clarice!?" Neena squeaked out, her voice breaking a bit. She looked up - and really, she had to look up, because Clarice was much much taller than her. It was a really, really nice view. Boobs. Clarice's were already generous in size when she was older, but now they were gigantic.

Not that they were doing anything for her at the moment, because she was too tiny for hormones. But mainly, the sight of them just held her in awe. She blinked a few times, then shook her head.

"I need a drink. I'm way too sober for this," she whispered, serious and forlorn. It was a tone that was completely out of place on a young girl and was more amusing than anything.

“You are not drinking,” Clarices scolded. She grabbed Neena’s robe and pulled it on, then took a moment to tug at her hair. “Okay. Okay. Something is wrong. Obviously. Keep it together Clarice…”

"I am, too!" Neena replied, while toddling towards the kitchen. All the rest of the liquor in the house had been emptied, and the only things that remained were cans of beer in the fridge. She might have been physically a child but she was mentally still thirty-something and she was going to do what she wanted, damn it!

Clarice appeared behind her in time to blink the beer away to her own apartment. “Are not. That body is too small and underdeveloped to be able to handle beer.” Worse case scenario…

Well, Clarice would still be younger than Neena had been previously when Neena became legal again, so that actually wasn’t as bad as it could be. She’d still rather find a fix for this.

Neena had been standing on her tip-toes to reach the top shelf of the fridge, where the beer was located, when Clarice's javelin flew past her fingers and smacked the beer bottles. She let out a cry of dismay and then sat down on the floor, folded her arms, and started pouting.

"It probably could too handle beer..."

“You can’t handle it!” Clarice took on a scolding tone, then leant over to pick Neena up. She was adorable with her eye spot and her skin and it made Clarice want one. Just not this one. This one needed to be her right age again because Clarice wasn’t sure she could emotionally handle it long term.

“I’m going to put a movie on and make some calls…”

Woah. Clarice was scary when she was all scoldy and stuff. Neena resisted the 7-year-old urge to cry in the face of authority, and let herself be picked up. Maybe watching a movie wouldn't be so bad, and... if Clarice was making phone calls and not paying attention, she could totally get her hands on the backup cigarettes that had been hidden under the coffee table.

"What kind of movie? It better be a good one!" None of that G-rated pansy crap.

“It’s the new Disney one, I’ve been wanting to see it myself. Frozen!” She held up the bluray up, then went to put it into the player. “I wonder if you’re the only one…”

That looked suspiciously like G-rated pansy crap, but Clarice wanted to watch it, too, and so she could get away with it herself. Okay, she'd already seen it, if she was honest. Clarice didn't need to know that. As far as Neena was concerned, it was a facet of herself that needed to be kept buried deep within her. Hardened killers just didn't go watch animated movies.

But she had, and it'd been pretty entertaining. And she was like... what, seven? Eight? Short, and so it was completely okay. Tiny Neena climbed up on the couch and got comfy, "Probably not? These things are usually pretty widespread. Can we have snacks? Movies need snacks!"

“Okay.” Clarice rolled her eyes, and walked into the kitchen. She grinned to herself while she made popcorn and made a few calls, before returning with popcorn and something involving caramel. “Kitty is fourteen again. Rachel actually got older. There are others too.”

Neena shoved something under the couch cushion as Clarice came back in, and smiled innocently at the woman, "That must be driving Rachel crazy. Those two have been pretending that they don't want to jump into each other's pants and now Kitty's jailbait."

She laughed a bit, but they were in a similar boat. A really similar boat. It slowly dawned on her that this might even be permanent, and she looked up at Clarice with big eyes, "What if I'm stuck like this forever? Who's going to protect Hanna?"

And speaking of Hanna, where'd that girl sneak off to this time? Well, it was probably for the best that she didn't need to see her mother like this.

Clarice plopped down next to Neena, and then casually searched the cushions until she came up with a cigarette and lighter. She eyed Neena and then blinked them away. “You’ll get those back when you’re older.”

She put an arm around Neena and squeezed. “I’m sure Rachel and Kitty will be smart about it. And we’ll all protect Hanna. All of us. Where is she anyway?”

"Awwwwwwww..." Neena pouted a bit, then curled up against Clarice and helped herself to some popcorn, "I don't know. I haven't seen her since we woke up. She should have been sleeping on this couch!"

Hanna walked out of Neena’s bedroom, wearing her tightest leather pant and stretching out her smallest shirt. She grinned. “How am I lookings?”

Clarice stared. Hanna had filled out...quite a bit, and gotten a little taller. And she had curves. “Like Neena is going to kill me for what I’m thinking.”

"THOSE ARE MY CLOTHES!" Neena squeaked, while pointing at Hanna accusingly, "You shouldn't be wearing my clothes!"

After a pause, she looked down at herself and realised, "... I need clothes..."

Then she shook her head, and pointed back at Hanna, "You can't go outside dressed like that. No. And YOU stop thinking thoughts about... this is really impossible. She's stretching my shirt out and I don't have any underwear."

Clarice bit her lip, then fished around her for her wallet. “We need to get you clothing. And you young lady aren’t going out like that.” She pointed at Hanna.

Hanna shook her head. “I’m having a date. With a very pretty woman.”

But if they went shopping then they couldn't watch Frozen! Neena looked momentarily torn between the two ideas, then focused her attention back on Hanna, "You're too young to date!"

“I am thirties!” She ran her hands over her hips and grinned, then skipped out the door. Clarice watched her go and put her hands on Neena’s shoulders. “Plus side no one will know it’s her and she’s smart enough not to say it?”

"... Minus side, she looks way better than I did in my thirties? My daughter is beating me at hotness." Neena folded her arms over her chest and pouted, looking extremely put out. She was still torn between watching the movie and going shopping, and thought there was one benefit to being this small: Clarice could probably just do the deciding for her.

Of course, some part of her was inwardly chafing about the million things that were out of her control. But it was nice to have an excuse to hand some control over to someone else.

“That’s not true! You’re a lot hotter,” Clarice rubbed Neena’s back to try to reassure her. Then she pulled her into her lap. “Movie first. Then shopping. Deal?”

Neena snuggled in against Clarice, and smiled, "Deal."