What Daughter Doesn't Know

              You wouldn't believe it but just an hour ago, this babe was some girl's mother.

            Before turning into this, she had wrinkles, some gray hairs here and there amongst her brown locks, the curse of all people going into their middle age. She had planned to clean up her genius daughter's bedroom upon seeing the disaster area it appeared to be. There were boxes and papers all over the room. She didn't dare move, lest she step on anything that could make her slip and fall. The moment she bent over to grab something, however, something else caught her eye in the form of a vial.

            It appeared to have some kind of light blue liquid in it. The light it emitted mesmerized her. It was as if her mind went completely blank. A few more steps and she was at the table. Lost in her trance, she subconsciously drank the mysterious liquid. It was only afterwards that the trance was lifted and she regained her senses. Only then did she realize what she had done.

            "Oh no." She said in a hushed tone. "Oh God. What did I just do?! What was that stuff?! I need to call Poison Control!"

            But before she could reach a phone, the liquid's effects already began taking effect. She clutched her stomach as it gurgled very loudly. Falling to her knees, she groaned as she felt goosebumps all over her body.

            I think I'm dying, she thought.

            Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't dying. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was getting younger. The wrinkles on her face and hands had vanished. The gray hairs were gone as well, but they didn't turn brown. Instead, they became blonde hairs, but then, the rest of her hair turned blonde, before cascading down her back. The "muffin top", the fat surrounding her stomach that she couldn't get rid of, melted away with only a few, long slurps.

            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*

            Just like that, she had the waist she wanted: An hourglass. Her stomach had become flat, but she was in no condition to celebrate. Next, her skin cleared as any and all imperfections on her body just faded into oblivion. As she continued to clutch her body, her fingernails suddenly elongated until they could only be described as the unmanicured talons of a bird. Her derriere and breasts, which were sagging in some areas, regained the very large shape and size of her younger days. If her daughter had come in at that moment, she would have seen her mother regressing in age. Eventually, the pain went away, and she could breathe easily again. Slowly getting to her feet, she stumbled, one step at a time, to her bathroom to get a good look at herself. Once she was at the mirror, she froze at the sight of her transformed face and body.

            She placed her unmanicured hands on her large mounds. They were as big as over-inflated beach balls. Next, she moved her hands to her rear end. She couldn't turn around to see the whole thing, but she could tell it had become quite wide. A quick turn to her side further cemented her fascination...fascination with herself. Her figure was made for lust and envy. She had gone from middle-aged and frumpy to young and gorgeous. Then, it finally dawned on her: Her daughter. What would she tell her? How would she explain her new appearance? Would she believe anything that she told her? Then suddenly...

            "Wait a minute. What am I thinking?" Even her voice was different: Young but almost haughty, prideful. "I--I--don't have to tell her anything. What I do is my business."

            The liquid she drank did more than make her young again. It also seemed to rewire her mind, making her behave like a typical teenage girl, albeit full of herself, narcissistic, and catty. It was still the girl's mother inside, but the liquid distorted her thinking. She actually thought and felt that she was a teenager again, and she was determined to make the most of it. There was no telling if the changes were permanent or temporary. Either way, she wasn't going to sit around, crying with regret. She was going to have some fun, the kind of fun she hadn't had in years. If her daughter started asking questions, then as far as she was concerned, that wasn't her problem. What daughter doesn't know, she thought, doesn't bother me... not anymore.