As I was unbuttoning my litle blouse, I looked back at the girl who had helped me with my jumper. And then it hit me. I recognize her! She was the one who had turned Chris and I into little kids! She was my height or ... I realized, taller than me now, if only by a little bit. I hadn't recognized her at first because she looked far too much, well, like me. My age, my height.
"You!" was all I could say, and before I knew it, I was practically on top of her. I wanted to yell, but it would attract too much attention. Instead, I hissed vehemently.
"This is your fault! Change me back right now!" I demanded.
"Change you back?" she responded, with an annoying little smile on her face. "No, I don't think so. This is what you wanted, remember?"
"What I wanted? This isn't what I wanted. We were just messing around. I need to be an adult again. They'll be looking for me at school, and my parents will be calling me, and..."
"No they won't," she said smugly.
I had been about to say something else, but her confidence stopped me in my tracks. "What do you mean, 'No they won't'?"
"They won't," she said again. "Since as far as anyone knows, you, Sarah Anne Smith, are precisely twelve years old and in sixth grade. Your mom will be here to pick you up later. Your friends are all sixth graders. Your college friends have never heard of you -- after all, they're almost a decade older than you are. Have you figure out yet that all of your learning, everything that comes after sixth grade, has been totally erased? You don't know anything about calculus, about world history, or about more practical stuff like..." she smiled, "sex. So you're going to need to figure it out all over again."
I was furious. "Of course not... of course I know... that stuff." I tried remembering what she had said, but I couldn't... maybe it was just because I was so angry. Some math word. I knew it before. But it didn't matter. All I could think was that I needed to get this girl to change me back.
"Change me back!" I insisted, and I jumped at her.