The regressed and gender-swapped Oliver spots a pair of panties in the corner. She guesses it must've fallen out of a shopping bag and onto the bathroom floor.
But when she picks it up, she realizes that it's actually an unused pull-up. Its plastic covering crinkles slightly as she grips it. Her heart sinks at this realization: running around in a pair of training pants wasn't much better than going naked.
Suddenly, a voice crackles over the intercom. "Attention all visitors. We will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please complete your shopping and have yourselves a wonderful evening!"
Butterflies flutter in her stomach as she ponders this development. How could time have passed so quickly? The thought of being trapped in a closed mall fills her mind with (unsurprisingly) childlike terror.
Her brain is starting to feel fuzzy. She still remembers who she was, but her adult mind is starting to feel more distant and disconnected.
She bends over and clumsily puts her feet through the leg holes, then pulls the training pants up to her waist.
She frowns when the pants don't fit quite as well as she'd hoped. Although they're decorated with colorful Frozen characters, they hang low on her hips: clearly, they were meant for bigger kids.
This makes her angry, and another fuzzy wave washes over her brain. She resolves to find the employee who stole the magic ring and get it back...by beating them up! Then she'd be a big grown-up man again, and she'd drive cars and get money and probably buy a castle. Castles were cool.
She squares her shoulders, balls her fists, and marches out the bathroom--trying to look like the toughest toddler girl on the face of the planet. Her regressing mind envisions herself as a superhero girl, ready to take kick butt and save the day. Yeah! Kick-Butt Girl is ready to take on her evil archenemy, Dr. Doodoohead von Ringstealer!
There! On the other side of the store, she catches a glimpse of her nemesis, a teenage store clerk. The evening sunshine glints off the ring in the teenager's hand.
"You're goin' down, Dr. Doodoohead!" roars Oliver.
Dr. Doodoohead (more commonly known as Katie) watches as an absolutely adorable toddler girl wearing an oversized pair of training pants stomps up to her and starts pounding her leg with her tiny fists. She then breaks off the assault to run in circles and announce she's launching "blowup missiles" at her.
As she races around, Katie snickers when the girl's little buttcrack starts to peek out from her loose pull-up. The tiny terrorist frowns, ineffectively tries to fix her wardrobe malfunction, then scowls and points at Katie.
"Gimme back my ring!" declares the girl. "Or I'm gonna put you in jail!"
Dr. Doodoohead/Katie responds by...