It was the next day, the first day of the weekend. You woke up to the nogalgic sound of pots and pans being used, as your parents were making breakfast. Jen hadn’t woken up to that in almost a decade. As, she jumped out of bed, to her surprised her feet no longer could touch the ground. She tried to get out of bed too fast, and wound up falling out of bed face first.
“Oww, what in the –.” Jen said, as she heard the sound of her own voice “Is that my voice? Why is voice so high, I sound like a kid.” Jen started to look around, everything had changed. First thing she noticed, her room was repainted to show a more pinkish color. Her desk and chair were smaller and lowered to more suit her now smaller body. Her closet was now full of children clothes, and the clothing rack was now lower in the ground than before.
Finally, Jen looks in the mirror. And see what has become of her. There she saw what lookes to be a young girl of around 5 years old. She had lost about an entire foot and a half of height, and was done to a mere 3 feet and 8 inches. Your hair, while formally a respectable length down to your sholders, is now much longer and down to past your waist and was in loose braid pigtails. And to top it off, you were wearing a pink full body onsie. Needless to say, Jen screamed at the top of her lungs.
As soon as Jen had finished screaming. Her mother forced open the door, wielding a frying pan with half baked pancakes in it. She quickly scanned the room for any intruders, but not seeing any, her attention went to her youthen daughter. “Sweetie, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself? Did you have a bad dream?” He said in a very concern voice, but unaware of her daughter’s change in appearance.
“Mom, look at me. I am a little kid. I’m not to be a kid. I’m 16, not 4 or 5 or however old I am.” Jen said was tears in her eyes.
“Ahh, did you dream about being bullied in kindergarten, again?” Jen’s mother said. Picking Jen up, and holding her over her shoulder. “It’s alright. It’s alight. That was 10 years ago, you are a mature 16 year old woman. Even if you are a little small.”
Jen after hearing her mother’s words, was now completely confused. Not only is she in the body and apperance of a child. She still thinks she is 16 years old. “Mom, why am I so small?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No” Jen said in defeated child’s voice.
“Its because when you were 5, you got really sick. You keep getting sicker and sicker, to where we had to take you to the hospital. We almost lost you, the doctor had remove a part of your body that makes you grow up to save your life. Now, don’t you worry, whether you 5 years old or 50, you will always be my little girl. Now, you get dressed now, breakfast is almost ready.”
As Jen’s mother left, Jen just stood there dumbfound, trying to processes the last 5 minutes of her life. Not only did she completely lose here entire maturity, but no one is noticing it. She began digging into her closet to look for her old picture book her mom keep using. There she it, a picture of her as an actual 5 year old coming out of a hospital. Then, every picture afterword, she hadn’t grown an inch. Her first day of cheerleader, she saw that instead of wearing the two piece cheerleading uniform like the other more mature cheerleaders, she was wearing a one piece cheerleading uniform with the same school colors. In a picture of first boyfriend, while your old boyfriend was still in the picture, you were standing on a stool in the picture so be in frame. Gone was a picture of you in a Halloween party last year as a sexy cat-girl, instead was a picture of you trick or treating at age 15 in an adorable, but not sexy, cat-girl.
“JEN! Hurry up, breakfast is almost ready.”
You quickly grab the first outfit you get your hands on, without even considering how you look in it. And wind up picking up a simple dress with pictures of cats on it, and a pair of leggings. And quickly head downstairs.