Cindy quickly deleted the 0 from the 10 giggling to herself as she did so. He mother would be annoyed if she knew that she was messing with other people's things, but she didn't care. She started thinking about what else to mess with, unaware that she was suddenly shrinking in height. As she thought about maybe changing "do" to "eat" to mess with it more, she suddenly began to wonder what she was doing.
She tried to look over at the mirror as she felt an itch on her head, but found that she was no longer tall enough to see over the sink. She couldn't remember if that had always been the case, had it? Part of it seemed normal, but the more she tried to think the harder it was to remember.
As she pondered, she continued to shrink, while her hair and teeth receded. Her clothes began to shrink with her, except for her underwear which almost seemed to inflate as it began to crinkle. Before long, she found herself no longer standing, but rather laying down. Her mother was now over her, humming away as she finished wiping her behind.
"What, what was I doing?" Cindy thought. "I was... I... want food. I hungry. Mamma.... give baba. Baba!" The final piece of Cindy's intelligence faded as an infants mind was all that was left. She kicked her little legs before babbling some nonsense, causing her mother to laugh.
"My aren't we talkative today?" Rebecca laughed before she gave her adorable baby a raspberry. "Someone's hungry I bet!"
Rebecca walked out of the bathroom and left the restaurant with a fussy baby girl in her arm. She sat down on one of the mall's sofa chairs and removed her bra. Out popped her massive right tit, which immediately caught the infants eye, as well as a few horny teenaged boys passing by. Cindy happily sucked away while Rebecca hummed to her daughter. A few minutes went by when Rebecca suddenly noticed something sticking out of her diaper.
"Is that... a cellphone?" Rebecca rhetorically asked her daughter as she picked it out with her free hand. "Dear oh dear, you must have plucked this out of someone's pocket. I'll have to look for the owner later."
She was about to put it away but an app suddenly caught her eye. It was a strange assortment of icons, but most surprising was the icon that was selected and displayed her own name. Out of pure curiosity, she clicked on it, and a sentence popped.
"A mother breastfeeds her baby girl."
She deselected herself in surprise. How did someone know that? Was it a camera of some kind? Was someone spying on her? She started to select other icons near her, and each accurately represented someone near her.
She selected a teenaged girl who was texting on her phone.
"Betty Gonzalez gossips with her friend."
She then selected a pretzel shop worker.
"A 17 year old black boy questions his job choice."
She tried one last time to confirm it and selected her infant.
"1 year old Cindy happily drinks her mother's milk."
"What is this thing? I... I don't want my daughter on this thing! Or myself for that matter!" She panicked internally. Rebecca started to delete a few words, but then an odd message popped up. || ONE WORD CAN BE CHANGED || "Ugh, cheap thing. The sentence even deleted." She thought frustrated. "Let's try this again. I'll start with me."
"A 40 year old white woman is frustrated."
The sentence only angered her more, as she hurriedly typed a replacement with one hand and reality changed.