Chapter 1 - the backwards machine

Some days, people feel terrible and self-conscious about themselves. Others feel like a million bucks. Lauren was feeling the latter today. She was feeling especially lumber and awake, and showed it, too, with her lively self. She was a very confident woman, and had the body to get the hottest guys even with her at the age of 45. She was thin and slick, which at the time was what people would die for. She was great at keeping up with the trends. When the fashion was curvy, she would get curvy. When the fashion was muscular, she would get muscular. She never questioned it, she just did what the world told her.
She wasn't always like this. At age thirty she was a cow, a big malleable beast who didn't care about her figure whatsoever. That life may have been easy and fun, but she was definitely not getting the men like that.
While her day didn't seem to look all too exciting, with her going to the doctor and only being able to go to the mall for a little bit with her best friend, Stacey, she kept her head up high. She walked out onto the street, and made sure to sway her hips for the men's' attention. Being a journalist, she knew exactly what guys wanted and how to get whatever she wanted out of them.
She decided to start her morning bright, with her going to her favorite fruit shake store. However, on the way, she came across a beauty salon she had not seen before. "Age Regression Beauty Shop" is what the sign read. Lauren stopped and smiled deviously. She loved to make false advertisers be exposed, no matter how obvious it was that it was an exaggeration. It was a guilty pleasure to make those people change their store names, and everyone knowing that Lauren Hawford was the cause. Any attention Lauren could get, she would take.
She walked into the place, and was greeted with a nice aroma of perfume. The salon was full of young women, which was quite a shock, since Lauren would usually see a place like this full of the older type. She looked to be the oldest person in the room.
A young lady, who looked to be about twenty, walked up to Lauren and introduced herself. "I'm Maggie," she said sweetly, "the owner of this establishment."
Strange, this lady looked too young to have owned a place. "Nice to meet you, Mag," Lauren responded. "Could you tell me what you could do for me?"
Maggie told her about the usual things you would hear in this location, but one stood out: the backwards machine.
"What is that one?" she asked.
Maggie smiled. "That," she pointed to the rest of the room, "is what made everyone in this room what they look like."
Even though this owner was a total nutcase, Lauren got excited. This would make for a great article. She had to get more information.
"I'd like to try out the backwards machine," she ordered.
Maggie looked warningly to her. "Are you sure? You might be surprised how well it works..."
"I think I can handle a beauty product," Lauren mocked, causing Maggie to grimace.
"Fine then." Maggie ushered Lauren to the back of the room and opened a door. It revealed a room with the middle of it having a tubed pod inside. It looked way too high tech for the salon, but Lauren wasn't thinking about that now. She was thinking about exposing the lies in this place.
"Take off your clothes and enter the pod," Maggie ordered, "and be ready for a weird feeling whenever it starts."
Lauren, as cocky as ever, gladly took off her clothes, even in front of a complete stranger. She smirked at Maggie, and entered the pod. Maggie walked over and pressed a button connected to the pod.
All of a sudden, Lauren felt a huge wave of pleasure as a bunch of small sprinklers on the top and bottom sprayed at her. It only went on for about ten seconds, but it felt amazing. Lauren walked out of the pod happy, but saw no change in herself.
"It will take a bit of time before the effects show, so you should just take it slow and wait the process out," Maggie suggested, but Lauren knew it was probably actually because there was NO effect. She lied to do so, since she had a pretty busy day. She noticed Maggie's minor potbelly, and decided to give some consolation.
"Don't worry too much about your belly, by the way," said Lauren ignorantly, "I used to be a fatty, and look at me now! Anyway, how much was I supposed to pay you?"
Maggie looked angry, but quickly smiled. "For you," she smirked, "free of charge."
Lauren smiled, thanked her, and walked out. She got into her car and drove to the smoothie shop, but didn't really feel up to it anymore, so she decided to just instead go to the gym and work out some. She had a doctor's appointment she had to look good for.
When she got to the gym, she went to the women's locker room and changed. She checked herself out in the mirror. Was her hair getting darker? Her usual very blond hair was now more dirty blond, which was really odd, considering she didn't change what shampoo she wore. It was probably the lighting, though. She got changed from her jeans and V-neck to her yoga pants and crop top. It was strange, though, since her yoga pants didn't fit quite around her thighs. She was actually looking a lot stronger than usual, and her abs were now way more defined than they were the day before. It must have been because she was working out so hard. She went into the gym, and started working out really hard, just like she used to when she was 40, and she was hardly even all that tired. It was great.
When she started doing squats, though, she felt her butt begin to drag her down more and more, and her yoga pants began to feel tighter in her hips. She even started getting cat-called for her butt a bit. It was bizarre, but Lauren didn't mind the attention. She eventually finished, and took a shower. Her butt was definitely bigger looking, it must had been all those squats she did. Her boobs were also looking bigger, which she couldn't explain, but she must not have noticed it for a while. She liked the curves, though. When she got out, her hair was really looking brownish, but before she could recognize that, she checked her watch, and realized she was about late for her doctor appointment, so she quickly changed and ran to her car, which tired her out quite a bit. It must had been from working out so hard. Her jeans were feeling really awkward, and she kept having to adjust them since she would constantly get a wedgie. Her bra also felt uncomfortable, and her breast almost pushed out of them, which didn't help with the V-neck.
She got to the parking lot and walked to the office. She kept having to waddle a bit since her butt kept inhaling her jeans and panties up. Her belly was looking bloated too, probably from the lack of the smoothie in the morning, and she had to suck it in to not look like a fatty. She checked in and went into the office.
Her doctor greeted her and took her measurements. When he did, he looked confused.
"Lauren," he said, "Have you changed your dieting?"
That was never a good question to hear from your doctor. She told him that she hadn't.
He kept relooking at her measurements and said, "You have increased in weight in quite a bit, and a lot of it appears to be, no offense, in fat."
Lauren got super red faced, and answered, "How have I been? I've been working out a ton lately, and I haven't been eating much at all."
He examined her belly, which had grown already since he last looked. He continued to look confused. "Have you done something recently that you don't normally do?"
"No, I don't think- oh! I went to a beauty salon where they sprayed some stuff at me in some pod."
"That must be it, you're probably having an allergic reaction of some sort," he said, "you should go back there and ask them what the spray contained."
He continued to examine her, feeling her already softer gut, which now had no semblance whatsoever of abs, and looked quite a bit meatier than before. He found that all other tests showed that she had the health of a 33-year-old, which she should keep up. He then dismissed her and told her to go promptly to the salon.
That wasn't what she was going to be doing, though. She had already the day before organized going with her friend Stacey to the mall, and she wasn't going to cancel on that. She walked out of the clinic, and was starting to feel really uncomfortable in her jeans, so she changed to her yoga pants in the car. That felt better, but she had to buy some new bras, and soon. Her one was starting to feel incredibly tight.
By the time she got to the mall, she had to take her old one off, which with her now pretty damn tight V-neck, was not a great combination. Her boobs started swaying with every movement she took. She met up with her friend, and her friend noticed her allergic reaction, too.
"Yeesh, you need to lay off the twinkies," her friend cracked. If anyone were more of a basic bitch than Lauren, it was Stacey. "Did you get your hair colored? It's super dark now."
Lauren looked at the mirror in her phone, and saw that her hair was now just as dark as it was when she was younger. That must have had something to do with the reaction. Hopefully she could sue them for this.