Samantha is about to head down to see who has arrived, when she suddenly finds herself feeling a strong sense of vertigo. She sits down on the toilet to give herself a chance to regain her composure. Why was this change so much more disorienting than the last?
"Hey Diana! Chelsea's here come say hi!"
Ugh of course, how could Samantha have forgotten that Diana's 13 year old sister was a bridesmaid? That means she's now 12. Not exactly what she intended with her do over. She looks down at her body and finds it suitably juvenile. She's under five feet tall, her tiny breasts are easily contained by a training bra, and her party dress goes all the way down to her feet.
Standing up carefully, she walks over to the mirror. She doesn't see a hint of maturity in the girl shown by the mirror. Her face is heavily heavily freckled, her teeth are bound by sparkly braces, she's wearing thick, plastic framed glasses, and her hair is tied into a ponytail.
"Samantha are you ok up there? Are you feeling sick? Should I call your mom?"
"No! I'm fine. I'll be right down."
Samantha checks to make sure the ring is still there. Finding it safely shrunk to fit, she breathes a sigh of relief. She can fix this whenever she wants. Which means there's no reason not to see what being the little cousin is like.