Game Over: Life's Over

Physical

Hi, everyone! Thank you for checking out my story 'Game Over: Life's Over'. I'm very excited to see where this story will go and get your reactions along the way. This story will be an age regression story with physical regression mixed in. There are some science fiction bits to it but the majority of the story won't be centered around that. I really just wanted to focus on Jacob and his age regression. I hope you like this story. Enjoy!

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The doctor's office in front of me was a plain cream color. The walls were boring, with little to no artwork covering them. Even the art they did have was sad and pathetic. It was like they were trying to remind us of where we were by how depressing everything looked.

It was a pediatrician's office so you'd think there would be more color to the place. There was a small room for kids to play in but I was far too old for that. Until I turned 21, I was stuck going there and being surrounded by dirty, whiny kids.

I hated it.

"Jacob Williams?" At the sound of my name, I looked up from my phone to see a nurse in light pink scrubs standing in the doorway to the hallway where all the offices and exam rooms were. She had a clipboard in her hand.

I stood and stuck my phone in my pocket. From my periphery, I could see Mom stand up also. She wore a pair of black dress slacks with a matching cardigan over a silky blouse. She'd left work early to take me to my appointment.

"You don't have to come with me, Mom. I'm old enough to go in by myself."

"I want to be there in case they tell you something important. This isn't just an ordinary check-up."

I sighed but let her follow along after me as I approached the nurse. A mysterious disease had formed decades prior that caused people to develop a genetic mutation in their DNA. The mutation caused a gene called 'regression' to form and develop. Doctors said it would appear at 18 and would slowly regress one's mind and body until one acted and behaved as an infant. In most cases, the disease was a slow progression but for some, it happened in only a few years. A new law was formed because of this that required everyone to get tested at 17 to determine if the disease was found. There wasn't a cure or treatment that could be done to stop the mutation from happening. Not yet, anyway.

It was so uncommon that it seemed less than likely that it would ever occur. I didn't know anyone who had it. It didn't seem like it was happening in our area so that was good news to me.

The nurse walked us through the hallway and had us enter the second to last doorway and into an exam room. She had me step up to a scale so she could weigh me. Then she had me approach a height chart that would reveal how tall I was. At 17, I weighed 170 pounds and was 5'8. I wasn't the toughest kid in school or the tallest but I blended in fairly well and that's what I preferred. My friend Alex, on the other hand. He lived for the attention.

"Remove your clothes and put this gown on. A doctor will be with you shortly." She nodded to the gown folded neatly on the exam table before she exited the room.

I glanced to my right at Mom who was seated in a chair in the corner of the room. "Can I have some privacy?"

She sighed. "It's not like I haven't seen you before."

"I was a baby then."

"You haven't changed that much." She slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

I sighed and began changing into the gown that was left for me. I wasn't sure how the exam would go or what all they would be testing for. The disease was so foreign to anyone who wasn't a doctor or wasn't dealing with it that I had no idea what they would be looking for. I just knew whatever it was, they wouldn't find it.

Mom entered the room behind the doctor. She was a tall woman with curly gray hair and blue-framed glasses. Her badge read 'Dr. Ceilia Newman'. Mom took her seat once more and watched the doctor get to work.

"Jacob Williams?" She asked, looking over the edge of her glasses at me.

I nodded.

"I'm Dr. Ceilia Newman. We have some tests we're going to run on you today. It's just standard procedure for someone your age. You won't receive your test results today regarding the genetic mutation. We will have them mailed to you from our lab in a week."

Both Mom and I nodded our heads.

"We'll be doing a physical today to check on your overall health. Are you physically active? Play any sports at school?"

"Yeah. I'm on the football team."

"What position?"

"Running back."

"Are you a starter?"

I shook my head. "I'm second string. I play when the starters need a break."

She nodded and she jotted the information down. "Have you had any broken bones since you started playing football?"

"I broke my arm when I was in sixth grade but that's it."

"Have you had any concussions?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Do you have a family history of any cancers or heart disease?"

I looked to Mom who told the doctor 'no'.

"I'm going to get my nurse. She's going to draw your blood and finish things up for me." She started to head for the door but stopped in the doorway. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Are you sexually active?"

Horribly aware of my mother in the room, I shook my head.

The doctor left and my mother cleared her throat.

"You don't have to lie because I'm in here."

"I'm not lying. You think I'd lie about having sex?"

"Around me, you might."

"I'm a teenager, Mom."

"Well, I hope you know that safe sex prevents just more than babies."

"Mom, please stop. I don't want to hear that."

Thankfully, before Mom could continue, the nurse came back into the room with a tray in her hands. There was a syringe on it as well as something for her to tie around my arm.

I was never squeamish when it came to needles or shots. I knew they only hurt for a second so it never bothered me.

"Deep breath in." The nurse instructed. She slowly inserted the syringe into my arm and began drawing my blood out.

I kept my eyes away from the bag that was collecting my blood. I didn't want to see how much was being taken out. It shouldn't have been much. They didn't need to take a lot in order to test it.

The nurse removed the syringe and closed up the bag that had my blood in it. She reached into a small white box and pulled a cotton ball and bandaid out. She placed both over the spot that was slowly releasing blood.

"You're all set to go. Our lab will call you next week with the results, whether they are positive or negative."

Mom nodded. "Thank you." She looked up at me. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and got down from the table. I was a little wobbly on my feet initially but straightened up after I took a step. I was so ready to get out of there and get back to my life. There was no way those results were showing up positive so I knew I had nothing to worry about.