Frieda Wednesday, one of the local goths. She certainly looked and dressed the part, albeit leaning a bit heavily on the Lolita end of the goth fashion spectrum. She was slightly overweight, wore a black corset over her black Lolita dress, had white lace, black fishnet stockings, black Mary Janes, two pendants bearing a pentagram and an inverted cross respectively, black nail polish, heavy amounts of pale and dark makeup wherever applicable, and black and white hair.
"Hello, Martha," she returned the greeting, "Mrs. Smith is busy again I presume?"
"Yes, another offshore meeting," Martha explained, "Regrettably not enough time for the little one these days." At this she pat Jen on the head a bit. She rolled her eyes, "Good thing ol' Martha's here to fill the void while mommy's away!"
"Yes, well, I'd better get little Jenny to class," Frieda said, cutting the conversation short.
"Oh, well yes, I suppose you're right," Martha gave Jennifer a goodbye hug, "Now be a good girl at school today, okay?"
"I will..." Jen replied, still a bit downtrodden by her whole situation.
"Good. Have a good day!" Martha cheered for Jen as she got back into the car and drove away. Freida watched until it was around the bend and turned to Jen.
"Well, let's get to class then, little Jenny," she said, "We have something we need to talk about considering your condition."
"What is there to talk about?" Jen fussed, "That... MEANIE Kyle turned me into a teen baby! And he said he'd made my cheerleader squad the same way, and now I can't control my pee pee or anything, and... and... AND NO ONE THINKS I WASN'T ALWAYS A BABY!" She proceeded to bawl into Frieda's shoulder, "And now I can't even take revenge on him, *sniff* 'cuz he made Martha turn off my power to curse someone back, and..."
"Shhhhh...," Frieda calmingly stroked Jen, "It's okay. That's actually what we were going to talk about."
"*sniff* So you believe me?" Jen asked, "But... but Kyle said..."
"That only you and him will notice anything different?" Frieda finished for her, "He'd never have bet on real live witches existing and seeing through his little incantation, now would he?"
"You... you're a witch?" Jen asked, getting over her crying fit a bit.
"Bona Fide," Frieda replied, snapping her fingers, conjuring a little fireball on the end of her fingertip.
"Oh wow! So... does that mean you can help me get revenge on him?"
"Absolutely. Even though you did kind of deserve this after you pantsed him last week. I will admit I got a laugh out of seeing his micro-penis. I bet you didn't know this, but he's the most insufferable member of the chess team. I know a lot more about how the curse works than he ever would."
"How? Is it because you're a witch?"
"It's because my family invented Transform or Dare some 500 years ago." Frieda explained, "If one has been afflicted, then they are given the power to pass the curse along. However, any attempt to prevent this course of action, say daring someone into being unable to say the curse for instance, is rendered null and void by nature of the curse needing to perpetuate by design. This is the No Stagnation Rule."
"So... I can still use the curse on Kyle?" Jen asked, lightening up dramatically.
"In short, yes," Frieda confirmed, "you can. Of course, he doesn't know that, so now you can really catch him off guard." She chuckled morosely to herself.
"Perfect," Jen declared, "because I have the perfect plan to get back at him."
"Well better save it, we're almost at your nursery class, formerly known as the cheerleader's locker room."