Janice opened the door to see a young woman holding her infant son.
"Who are you, and where is my friend Tina?"
"Tina? I am Tina--don't you recognize me Janice?"
"You are? I hate to say this, but you are much younger than when I left a few moments ago."
"That would explain why my clothes seem so baggy."
"Wait, how old are you now?"
"Twenty--no wait 19--yeah, 19."
"Oh dear hon, I hate to say this, but..."
"Maybe that was wrong--I am really 18--no 17."
"You are getting younger still--oh dear--hey, maybe we can try something--put the baby back in the crib."
"Oh but he is soooo cute, and I am 16 and old enough to care for him."
"Please--if you want to hold him more later on you can. Oh--and maybe you would like age appropriate clothing that fits?"
"Uuh, yes please ma'am--and the mini skirt is a nice touch with the new bra--perfect for being 14--no 13. Hey--I am getting shorter and my breasts are getting smaller too. Well, I guess this is okay fro 12--no 11 and back to a training bra--okay I guess I could use some help ma'am."
"Quit calling me ma'am--I am older but was not so long ago younger than you. I will get you for that honey. "
Janice then...