As I exited the bathroom wearing only a pair of Hanes briefs, I asked my phone, “Hey SIRI weather.”

“It's partly cloudy and 61 degrees. Expect sunny skies in the afternoon. Temperatures will be rising to 70 degrees.”

“It's going to be a nice day, so I decided to dress in casual apparel. I looked in my closet and selected a red short-sleeved polo shirt and a pair of Levi jeans. I pulled them on and then walked to the drawer to fetch some white socks. I down sat to wear them. I completed my look with my blue Nike sneakers.

It was still early morning when I departed my home. I wanted to walk to the local deli and get a Taylor ham and egg on a hard roll. It was a tasty breakfast that I usually paired with Tropicana orange juice. Today wouldn't be an exception.

It was a bit chilly at 61 degrees while the clouds were out, but I knew that it would warm up soon. I walked briskly toward my goal.

“Excuse me!” a late middle-aged woman called to me. She looked to be in her fifties, with wavy dirty blonde hair that was parted in the center and descended to about an inch over her shoulders. She was wearing a dark cyan deep V-neck tunic over a white blouse also with a V-neck leaving only a small hint of cleavage.

I stopped for a moment.

She handed me a flyer for the Junior Girl's Easter Egg Hunt.

I looked over the flyer. The name of the event was prominently displayed in cutsie green lettering on top. There was a background of a grassy lawn with pastel Easter Eggs strewn across the lawn. Young smiling girls wearing pastel ball gowns, matching tights, and black Mary-jane shoes were carrying baskets half filled with eggs. Yellow chicks and dark pink butterflies were also included on the flyer.

I looked up at the woman, as the flyer clearly stated that this was for girls between four and nine.

“Can you donate to our event?” she asked.

“Donate?”

“Yeah, there are so many girls. We need more eggs than you can imagine. Plus they all have to be filled with wonderful gifts like chocolates or stickers. This takes lots of money.”

“But today is Monday. Easter was yesterday.”

“We always have our event the day after Easter. We love to extend the Easter season. Plus everyone is on break for spring vacation.”

“What do I care if some little brats find painted eggs or not?”

“You would care if you were the little girl.”

“But I'm not. Hey wait, the hunt is starting in half an hour. Isn't it too late to get anything new?”

“The staff laid out the money. Much more than they could afford. We have to reimburse them. Please can you contribute anything?”

“No, not a penny.”

I turned and brushed by the old woman. I didn't mean to but I almost knocked her down. I took a few steps on my way and then looked back. I saw the woman staring and scowling at me. It sent a chill down my spine. Did her eyes shine red? No that must have been a trick of the light.

I continued on my way to the deli. I didn't even realize that I was still carrying the woman's flyer. I balled it up and threw it into the trash as I entered the deli.

After purchasing my breakfast, I wanted to walk to the park, since it was such a beautiful day. But that was where the Easter Egg Hunt would be. I assumed there would be lots of people there. It was best to avoid the area.

The first transformation I didn't notice. How could I possibly know that freckles appeared on my face? There wasn't any way for me to see them. I didn't have a mirror. Even if I carried a mirror, I rarely looked at my face when I was out. The transformation wasn't only painless, I didn't feel anything at all.

The next transformation was also unnoticed. I had lost a year of age. I wasn't twenty-seven years old anymore. I was twenty-six. The only way for me to notice would have been to check my license. The year I was born had simply advanced the next year. That record wasn't only changed on my license but on all legal documents including my birth certificate. Also, the people who knew my age, my parents, some friends, and my family knew for certain that I was 26.

A moment later, my hair grew by an inch. Not that I could discern this change any more than I could the first two.

My sandwich was gone, and I decided I wanted a dessert. I was on the lookout for an ice cream truck or maybe I should go to Carvel and buy some there. “Does McDonald's sell ice cream this early in the morning? I know they only have a breakfast menu before 11, but does that include ice cream?” I thought. I headed towards McDonald's

On the way, my tongue noticed something odd in my mouth, there seemed to be a gap between my teeth. My tongue kept playing with the area. I knew it couldn't be. I was so distracted, that I didn't notice that I was wearing earrings. They were gold butterfly stud earrings. I would have noticed them arriving on my ears if I hadn't been so distracted by my teeth. But before I decided to search for a mirror to look at my teeth, I found I was mistaken. There was a 'tooth in the gap'. I hadn't any way to know that one of my teeth was a baby tooth. I determined to see a dentist soon. I stopped in my tracks wondering whether I should call the dentist now. I decided it could wait. Instead, I continued on to McDonald's

At McDonald's, I bought a vanilla cone and was smiling as I continued on my way. I didn't notice as more and more of my teeth were being replaced with baby teeth or that my hair was growing an inch at a time. Although I did instinctively brush a wisp of hair out of my eyes as I walked. I should have been more concerned, although my power of observation had been diminishing without me noticing since I exited the deli.

As the minutes and seconds passed, more and more of my traits were being replaced. I lost years of education one year at a time. My hair not only lengthened but its texture and tint changed two. My brown hair turned red and then blond, then it started to become curly before straightening again at shoulder length.

I lost years of physical age, one year at a time as well as several inches of height. I didn't even notice when my wedding ring disappeared. I wasn't married anymore. Not only didn't I have a wife, I didn't even have a girlfriend anymore. I didn't care. My emotional maturity had started to regress.

The first indication that something was wrong was when my male briefs had changed into peach-colored bikini panties. The garment was still made out of cotton, but its style had changed to one that wasn't accommodating to having a penis. I had to reach into my pants to force the garment into a more comfortable position.

Later the shirt I wore under my polo transformed into a cami with thin spaghetti straps that were tinted a light pink.

As I continued on my way, I felt the urge to skip. I smiled for a second before I did just that. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the nail polish on my fingers.