Makenna stared in shock, the ray gun still held limply in her hand. She blinked rapidly a few times, trying to reconcile what she was seeing with reality. Her 15-year-old friend now looked just as she had at 5-years-old! And she would remember: they'd been friends since they were babies!
"Whaaa...?!" Mia gasped, her voice garbled and slightly higher. The blonde looked down at herself, finding her hands and arms swallowed up in her sweater sleeves and her shorts pooled around her ankles on the floor. And the floor... she realized it was a lot closer than it had been seconds before!
"Ohmygod Mia!" Makenna squeaked. "What the hell just happened?! You... you look like... you're ... younger??"
Mia looked up at her friend, realizing that she had to look further up than ever before. "Did you actually just shoot me with some mysterious gun-like object that we received in the mail?! WHAT?!! I was joking, but you had no idea it wouldn't kill me! And what the hell HAS it done to me?!" She lifted her arms, trying to get her hands out where she could see them. As they appeared she was appalled to find them tiny, attached to the thin, smooth arms of a child. Lifting the bottom edge of the sweater she could see that her legs had undergone the same transformation.
"You look like yourself, but back when we were in pre-school!" Makenna explained. "Your hair is shorter too!"
Mia swung her head, realizing her friend was correct as her wispy-blonde hair swung into view in the shoulder-length style her mom had cut it when she was five.
She held her hand out, palm up "Give me that gun! We have to figure out a way to change me back! I am just about to finally learn how to drive - there's NO WAY I'm going through elementary and middle school again!"
Makenna twisted her hand, examining the raygun but reluctant to hand it over. "If we need to shoot you again, I'll have to be the one to do it. Let me look a sec."
Mia stomped her foot, but let her friend fiddle.