When I woke up in the morning, I climbed out of bed, finding it a more difficult task than I would have expected. After all, I was physically 5 years old still, and everything seemed huge to me. Even Penny who was still sleeping in bed. Seeing that she showed no signs of waking up soon, I grinned to myself, knowing that this was my chance to get hold of the necklace and change back to normal. And, I promised myself, once I got it back I wasn’t going to let it out of my hands until I could get the damn ring off.
Remembering the ring, I wondered if maybe since I was so much smaller now I might be able to pull it off. No such luck I found out. The ring had shrunk with me and was still tightly on my finger. Giving up on that, I went in search of the medallion.
Looking on Penny’s nightstand was useless, as was every place in the living room that I looked. Where the hell could she have put it? She surely wouldn’t have given it to Brandon. Then I noticed the book shelf.
“Shit,” I said in my little girl’s voice, looking way up towards the top. It seemed so far away. I was sure that was where she put it. She must have. It was the perfect place to put something that you didn’t want a little kid to be able to reach.
I was going to try climbing the book case, but then I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. Ug, I shuddered. When I went the night before, before going to bed, I had nearly fallen in. The hole in the toilet seat had seemed so huge compared to normal. Dreading that, I knew that it was definitely preferable to having my child’s bowels loose control. Resigned to it, I went to complete what was normally a very natural task.
When I had finished, I went back to the living room, being disappointed to hear Penny asking me, “What are you doing up so early on a Saturday little girl?”
“Come on,” I said tiredly, “enough’s enough. Turn me back.”
Penny looked disappointed. “It’s just for a little longer,” she pleaded. “I wanted to take you out and get you a little dress, then take you to the park to play.”