"I wish that kelly was my 12 year old little sister," Katie thought to herself.
The ring warmed and katie felt a lurching around her as new knowledge about driving a car, about high school entered her head. She was so dizzy that she fell back.
"Kat? You okay?" A younger voice asked next to her.
"Yeah I..." katie stopped and stared. A little girl about 12 years old looked up at her with worried eyes. She had freckles dotting her nose, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She recognized the face as that from her mother's 6th grade yearbook, but this girl was wearing modern clothes. She'd turned her mother into a little kid.
"Yeah...yeah Kelly. I'm okay. So what do you want to do now?"