After drying herself off, Jenny discovers all of her child sized clothes have been relocated to the child bedroom. With how detail oriented the company had been that's no surprise. They probably assumed they were being stored in the master bedroom until this room was set up. Jenny would have had to move them anyway to avoid suspicion, so it doesn't really matter.
She puts on a simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt and heads out the door towards the clinic. Thankfully, as with her travels through her neighborhood the past few weeks, no one played her any mind. It was a quiet area and unattended children Jenny's age weren't seen as being in any danger.
The neighborhood ran right up against the fancy area of town with the clinic, so her journey didn't take particularly long. The staff there were the only people who knew her real situation and quickly got her checked in and led into an examination room to wait for the doctor.
After a short wait the doctor enters, "Good morning Ms. Mitchell. I hope you're not here to shave a few more years off."
Jenny let's the dig slide and explains the issues she's been having.
The doctor let's her finish then speaks, "Yeah, those all fall within the hazards of going that young. As long as your adult memories are intact there's no cause for concern."
"Isn't there anything you can do?"
"Sorry. Short of adding a few years back there's no real treatment. We don't have many cases of clients going prepubescent, so there's minimal data to work with. Some clients have these mental slips at first then adapt, others keep having them."
Jenny sighs getting older is a no go if she wants to keep her reborn career, "Alright. Are there any other side effects I might have to deal with?"
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