"Sorry Dean - or should I say Diane - I can't change you back. The transformation is time-locked and won't reverse for a week." "But what are we gonna dooooooo?!", Diane whined in a strangely cute voice. "We'll try to make the best of it. Let's first get you something to wear. You just wait here, I'll be back in a moment." Jeff walked out the door, drove away and Diane could do little more than wait and fiddle a bit with her giant clothes. Some time later, Jeff returned with a shopping bag and said:"Here, put this on." Diane looked inside the bag and saw a whole variety of stuff in her size: a little white skirt, a pink T-shirt with a glittering flower on the front, underwear, sandals, hair ties...she quickly put it all on and said:"This feels weird...I've never worn a skirt before. Or hair ties, for that matter." "Don't worry, you'll get used to it", Jeff said. As Diane experimentally ran around a bit on her new sandals, Jeff couldn't help but smile a bit. This looked too cute, maybe he'd keep her like this after this week. He let the thought of having a daughter permanently wander through his head, but decided against it. It would be way too much trouble. For the next few hours, Diane was entertained simply by looking at her own reflection. She could not believe she was this little girl, with her tiny hands, pigtails and pink shirt.
When evening came, Diane hopped onto the couch next to Jeff and said:"I'm hungry...what's for dinner?" "Dinner? Can't you make your own...oh right, sorry. I'm still thinking you're able to do everything. You probable can't even ride a bicycle anymore." They ate dinner, and around 8 o' clock Jeff said:"Time for bed, Diane." "What? But it's only early evening!" "Don't make a fuss Diane, little girls need lots of sleep." Jeff picked her up and despite her struggling and complaining, Jeff brought her to bed. The first day had been more hectic than he had imagined, and he had to put up with this brat for another week...