Samantha couldn't even scream as she dwindled in size, regressing to a newborn infant and then...
Darkness. She couldn't feel anything, couldn't see or hear anything. It was as if her body no longer existed. She could still think, and she was dimly aware of the ring's presence, although she didn't know where it was. Or where she was, really. She couldn't talk, so the ring wouldn't do her much good, regardless.
She had a lot of time to think though. She came to realize her mistake- the ring had limitless power, but she couldn't undo any wish she'd made!
Over time, her awareness of her surroundings slowly expanded. She'd been reduced to a mere egg cell, and she was sharing an ovary with other eggs. 'Ugh, I'm inside another woman's ovary? I wonder who?'
Which meant that her only way out was to be re-conceived. The implications of that staggered her for quite some time. But there was another problem- who knew when she'd be ovulated by her new 'mother'? Then a fresh new wave of fear came over her.
What if the woman whose body she was in didn't have sex that month? Or she got pregnant before Samantha's turn was up? 'I have to get out of here!'. But how? She couldn't do anything other than think, and somehow sense things near her.
Indeed, as time went by, that strange sense expanded. She was soon aware of her potential mother, could feel her heartbeat. She was young...but obviously not too young for sex, which meant...
Chelsea. She was inside Chelsea's body. Chelsea was going to become her mother. Or at least, she'd have to be, within the next three months or so. Or what little remained of Samantha was done for.
'But she's only thirteen, God! What kind of father will I have? What kind of mother will Chelsea be? If I even have a father...' Samantha willed herself to remain calm. She couldn't have a panic attack, not now. She had to think.
She could feel time passing, and soon she had a sense now of her surroundings. It was strange how this worked, and she wasn't exactly certain why. But as her sense of proximity expanded, she was able to sense other people around Chelsea. And a strong sense of any male near her who could be a potential father.
Chelsea was talking to such a man (boy?) right now, in fact. Samantha had a bad vibe about him, for some reason. 'No, Chelsea...not this one!' If she could only scream...
But then, something strange happened, and Chelsea seemed to lose interest, and put distance between her and the male in question.
Samantha felt hope, then. She could exert influence over Chelsea, at least enough to affect her choice of sexual partners! Granted, she felt kind of squicky about a thirteen year-old girl having sex, but her survival was on the line.
'Besides, maybe I can fix this with the ring later.' She thought.