What the hell, Jen thought. Take the kid flying. After buzzing a few times around the room to get the hang of it, Jen carried Diane, squealing with delight, through the house and for a brief spin around the back yard.
Jen realized that she was now thinking more like a magical princess. After Jeff had set the chronivac so that transformees would adopt the ways of thinking of their new form, it had continued to use that as a default setting. Just as DIane had become mentally a little girl, and Jen had previously become a young mother, now Jen was thinking that she needed to go out into the human world and mete out capricious and arbitrary transformational justice. Still, humans were not quite the equals of magical fairies, and there was no reason why her daughter should be stuck as one. She waved the wand, and Diane grew wings and changed to a pink costume. (Jen had modified the change to keep a working wand out of Diane's hands--things were complicated enough as is.) Diane flew around happily. "What will we do now, Mommy?"
"We're going to go play with the humans, sweetie."