You chose to go through a drastic change. It is true: a controlled would have been safer, but you couldn’t risk staying old. Maybe this change won’t regress you how much you want, but at least you won’t be more 90. You had to do this. Pain is the worst, this time. You can’t help, but need to lie down on the bed. Your whole body it’s going to a complete change and it hurts terribly. When on your bed, your sight leaves you and you faint.
You wake up fifty minutes later. As you open your eyes you see your bedroom pink walls. You sit on the bed and touch your hurting head. Wait, pink walls? You never had. That doesn’t make sense at all. You stand and start to walk. Step by step you notice some plushies and dolls around your room. Neither this makes sense but you’re too confused to be reasonable. You feel the urge to poop. You go to the toilet and seat down. You evacuate poop and pee at same time. You clean your anus and stand up, wearing again your pants. Then you feel your pants wet. That’s strange. You’re never been so used to wipe piss, but never wet so much your clothes. You were going right to your bedroom to pick a clean pair of pants when, passing near to the mirror, your reflections seem strange. You now remember that before fainting you had chosen a drastic change. You go back to the mirror. What is reflected leaves you without words. A pale, short, slim, curly red haired girl faces at you from the mirror. She’s around 11, you can guess and, well, she’s not ugly, but you can’t imagine her as the woman of your dream when she will be adult. She’s just an average female, pale and with freckles, with little acne on her face. You can clearly see her green eyes crying, when she seems to have a realization: she is only your reflection. You are that girl.
The door opens, your mother is in.