Carrie reached into the space underneath the desk where Todd had been hiding. As much as she tried to resist, Todd was far too small and weak now to put up any sort of fight, and Carrie managed to grab hold of the young girl's arm and drag her out from her temporary sanctuary. "Hmm... now let's have a look at you, shall we, sweetie?" Without any trouble at all, Carrie hoisted Todd's naked 5-year-old body up onto the top of the desk and sat her down. Almost instantly, she looked back down at Todd's groin and chuckled to herself; there was something unmistakably satisfying about seeing a prepubescent vagina where Todd's fully grown penis had once been. "Hehe. I suppose we really can't call you Todd anymore, can we?" asked Carrie smugly. "Todd is a boy's name. From now on, let's refer to you as Tonya, okay?"
"Carrie, please!" begged the girl. "This isn't funny! You have to change me back!"
Carrie shook her head. "No, I don't. I don't have to do anything you say, because I'm bigger than you. You tested out the remote on me without my consent and humiliated me. Now you get to have a little taste of your own medicine."
"I'm sorry, Carrie!" cried Tonya. "That was wrong, and I promise, I'll never do that again!"
"No, you won't," said Carrie, holding up the remote. "And I'm going to make sure of that. I've had my fun toying with you, darling, but now I'm done. It's time for you to learn your real lesson. And this time, I'm going to fix it so you can't run away from me."
Tonya gulped. "Wh-what are you... going to do to me?"
"The same thing you did to me," said Carrie. "Only in your case... I think I'll add a mental change to the mix. Don't worry, honey. I'll take good care of you."
"Wait!" exclaimed Tonya. But it was too late-- her last-minute plea fell on deaf ears, as Carrie pushed another button on the remote. Tonya looked down at her tiny, frail body, and realized it was getting even smaller. 4 years old... 3 years... "Noooo!" she wailed. "Stop! P-pwease, Cawwie! I... no wanna be younguh!" At about two years old, little Tonya's mental changes kicked in, and the overwhelming humiliation of her situation gave rise to a much more simplified unhappiness that caused her to break down in tears and sob, "I waaaant my moooommy!"
"Shh, shh," replied Carrie, hushing the crying toddler with a sadistic grin. "Don't cry, honey. Mommy's right here."
And still, Tonya continued to regress further back, toward a one-year-old infant. At this point, her legs were too feeble to support her any longer, and she completely forgot how to stand up, toppling back onto her soft little bare baby bottom. "me... faww down go boom...," she sniffled sadly. Suddenly Carrie noticed a small stream of liquid leaking from between Tonya's legs onto the table. Tonya herself remarked, "uh-oh! me goed pee-pee..."
"Eww!" exclaimed Carrie. "Tonya! Not on the desk!"
"me sowwy, mommy...," answered the child. These were her final intelligible words-- her mental faculties were beginning to seriously fail her now, and within moments, her speech devolved into incoherent babbling and cooing. When the changes were all finished, Carrie looked down at what was left of the college student who had used her as a test subject only minutes earlier. Now, he was nothing but a drooling, defenseless 6-month-old baby girl, lying there nude on the desk and staring up at her 'mother' with a vacuous, innocent expression. "muh... muh...," she murmured, putting her thumb in her mouth and starting to suck on it. "buh guh goo..."
"Aww, aren't you adorable?" snickered Carrie, picking up the infant and cradling her in her arms. "Definitely much less mischievous now than you were before. You know, now that I see you this way... I think I might just keep you like this, permanently..."