"Okay," Samantha says. "This is an easy enough fix, here goes. I wish that I wasnt the youngest bridesmaid by a year."
Samantha closes her eyes, waiting in anxious anticipation for her inevitable progression. After a moment she opens her eyes, confused by the red headed preteen staring at her in the mirror.
"I said I wish I wasnt the youngest by a year," she exclaims, panic beginning to pierce her prepubescent voice. Once again nothing happens. "Why isnt this working," she asks, a feeling of dread beginning to befall her.
Samantha exhales deeply, placing her hands on the sink as she gazes at her appearance. She remembered this age, and not to fondly. Twelve had been her awkward age. The glasses, the freckles, the braces, all of it had done a number on the girls self esteem. Sixth grade had been a nightmare for Samantha. When the school year finally ended she did everything she could to improve her looks. Thankfully puberty and a good dental plan saw to that change. Samantha lost the braces, gained a cup size and began wearing contacts. All of this led to her going from ugly duckling to the envy of every 13 year old girl. Unfortunately now though that was a year away.
"I cant stay like this," she whispered, examining her dorky appearance. "Sixth grade was brutal, I dont want to have to go through all that again." Looking at the ring her thoughts began to race. Was the ring broken? Was it cursed? Could she ever become an adult again or would she keep getting younger? So caught up in her thoughts she didnt even notice the door open.
"There you are," Diana smiled, causing Samantha to jump. "Is everything okay?"
"Um yeah," Samantha said meekly. "Just, um, fixing my hair."
Diana smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Hey I get it," she said kindly. "Growing up is always hard. Trust me though things do get better." Samantha could only nod as she gazed up at Diana. It amzaed her how much taller the girl was than her. Usually the two were equal size, now though the bride to be had at least six inches in height on her.
"Well dont take too long okay," Diana stated as she began to exit. "I'm going to need your help soon. My aunt is coming by with the flower girl in about an hour. We want to make sure everyone's dresses fit."
Samantha's eyes went wide as she now stared at her reflection. The flower girl, Chelsea, was a child of 3. If Samantha couldn't fix this and soon she could find herself as a diaper wearing flower girls assistant.