Reggie considered himself a romantic hunter, and his prey were the women who frequented the Savannah Club. Positioning himself near the bar or the dance floor, Reggie would sweet talk beautiful young women into thinking he was the knight in shining armor they had long sought. He then convinced these starry-eyed women into accompanying him home for a night of passion, only to be dumped in the morning, another notch in his belt.

Reggie's routine worked flawlessly, until last night, when he targeted Lydia. She giggled like a schoolgirl at all his romantic lines. And she agreed to go home with him. But as Reggie began his seduction, things went off script.

On giving Lydia her first kiss, Reggie suddenly felt strange, as if a flow had been initiated through him into Lydia. He tried to detach from the kissing position, but could not. Lydia put her hands under Reggie's armpits to stop his attempts to escape. And then Reggie felt the strangest sensation of all, as his feet lifted out of his shoes. He kicked furiously, but the action only dislodged his suddenly oversize pants, then undershorts, as his legs and whole body contracted into his shirt. Reggie's brain signaled full panic, until Lydia pulled her lips from his, disrupting the flow.

And Lydia then grinned at the now tiny Reggie, swamping his giant shirt as his amour du jour held him suspended in the air, his head at her level. "What did you do to me," Reggie whined in a now childish voice. "I'm an age vampire," Lydia assured him. "I sucked most of your aging from your body, leaving you just a 1-year-old little boy. And on behalf of all the other women you've preyed upon in the past, we hope that now you'll finally behave," she added as she tucked baby Reggie under her arm for the short trek back to the Savannah Club.


Click here to go back to previous page