Christine rounded the corner and blinked in surprise at the sight of Marcia. She looked between the naked girl and Marcia's clothes for a few moments before words came to her.
"Marcia? Is that you?" the woman asks hesitantly.
"Yeth, it'th me," Marcia's not sure if her squeaky voice or general appearance was more embarrassing.
"What happened? I heard that dreadful creature's wails and then it abruptly stopped. Then I heard a little gir...you scream.'
"Well it turnth out that banthee made people who touthed it liddler. It thurprithed me and did thith. It ith gone now though."
Christine nodded as Marcia spoke, but she was clearly struggling to follow Marcia's speech, "Well I guess I owe you a thank you for making this wing safe again. I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you able to undo this?"
"Not thure. I didn't know that thith could happen."
"Oh...well...in that case I guess we better get you some clothes."
Marcia blushed, "That would be nithe."
After gathering Marcia's clothes and bag, Christine lead her down the hall. After a few steps, the woman realized how slow Marcia's walking now was and scooped the girl up, who held her objections to herself. She openes a door towards near to the master bedroom and stepped inside.
Inside Marcia saw was a girl's nursery, one that looked several decades out of date. The woman sets Marcia and her belongings down on a table.
Christine talked as she looked through the room, "My children were all boys, so I'm afraid this room hasn't been used since me. The clothes are a bit out of style, but they'll do."
Returning with an armful of items Christine instructed Marcia to lie down. Looking at what Christine pulled out first made Marcia realize she wasn't just on a table, she was on a changing table, "Chrithtine I don't need a diaper."
Giving an apologetic shrug the woman replied, "I'm sorry. This is the only thing here for someone your ag...size. It'll be our secret ok?"
Marcia relented and let Christine pin the cloth diaper around her waist. The rest of the outfit isn't much better between the aproned dress, knee high socks, and dainty shoes Marcia imagined someone might mistake her as a long dead ghost. Once the process is over, Marcia is definitely ready to get back to fighting paranormal to get her mind off this mess.
"Thankth for the clotheth, but I need ta get back to work."
"Are you sure you're ok going after monsters like this?" Christine asked nervously.
"I'm a trained profethional, thomething like thith won't thlow me down." Marcia insisted.
Christine looked her over for a moment before saying...