David Johnson was worried.
His partner, Bob Akins, had summoned him out of a very important and very high-level meeting with management at GeneTech Labs. A meeting that David knew wouldn't be interuppted for just any emergency. No, this had to be big.
"How many people knew where we had hidden the first run of the new formula?" Bob asked as they strode through the glass walkway linking the administration building with the lab.
There had been some breaches of security recently and extra precautions were being taken.
"Just you, me, and of course the lab techs, Karen and Darcy," David replied.
"The same two lab techs that you were dating on alternate nights and who each thought they were going to be the next Mrs. Johnson?" Bob continued. "I told you that was a bad idea."
"I was just fooling around with them," answered David. "Geez, Bob, even us eggheads are allowed to have a good time once in a while."
"Well, apparently the girls compared notes and found out they were both dating you. The results aren't pretty," Bob warned as they neared the lab area.
"So you called me out of that meeting to patch up the lab techs after a catfight,?" David asked with his temper starting to flare.
"It's worse than that, I'm afraid," Bob answered. "We had to watch the security tapes to find out exactly what happened. Darcy started it. She took the purple marker that had the formula hidden in it and started applying it to Karen. Karen overpowered Darcy and marked her up quite a bit. At least Karen had the presence of mind to wipe the formula off of herself before it dried. But it was still a little late."
Bob led David into the lab bathroom.
"Fortunately, a couple of the secretaries with kids had some appropriate garments in their cars that we could borrow," Bob said. "Their mental ages regressed to match their physical ages. They seem to have no recollection of what happened to them."
David stood, mouth agape, as he looked at his former lovers...now a gap-toothed five-year old Karen in a pink top and jeans. And the loser of the catfight, three-year okd Darcy, wearing only a wet diaper and still showing the stains from the formula in the marker that took away all of her maturity.