Looking at Livvy, Melinda thought of all the complaining that she used to do when she was a grown-up. She always seemed frustrated about something, doing all the stuff that a grown-up had to do. While Melinda hated being ordered around all the time, she could tell that her mother wasn't happy a lot. And now as Livvy, she is having so much fun and totally carefree. Melinda thought that Livvy could really use a break from being a grown-up.
That got Melinda wondering: what if she was the grown-up. She had always promised herself she'd be a lot lenient and fun when she became a mom. This would be a perfect opportunity to prove it. The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. But she didn't become just like her mom was. Her mom was pretty old and pretty fat, not that Melinda ever called her that. But Melinda didn't want to end up like that. Being old and fat seemed to make her mom even grumpier.
Melinda thought over her next wish carefully before she said it, "I wish to be just old enough to be Livvy's mommy, but I want to be pretty and know all the stuff a grown-up should know without forgetting how things were." Melinda felt herself start growing right away. It seemed so fast for everyone else, but maybe it was slower because she was experiencing it herself. She shot up in height as she doubled in age before she kept going. She let out a gasp as her nipples pushed out before more of her chests grew out. Her expanding mind told her she was growing breasts and pretty soon, a bra appeared under her shirt, which was also changing to fit her. Her pants got tighter as her figure filled out more.
It was a heady sensation as Melinda raced through puberty. Her breasts kept expanding until they became D-cups. Her hips had widened to proper childbearing ones and she had a lovely butt to go with him. Her clothes grew with her while adjusting, tightening just enough to show off her hourglass figure. Melinda's hair grew down in a wavy black waterfall until it reached her waist. It didn't quite end when her body started going through her 20's. Her head was quickly filled with the accumulated education of grade school, high school, and college. She knew how to drive a car, cook a meal, and many other things that a grown woman knew.
Melinda blinked as her progression came to a stop. It was so bewildering, seeing the world from a new angle and perspective. She reached into the purse she was now carrying and pulled out her wallet. Inside it was her driver's license: Melinda Cruz, Age 27. She was pretty young for a mother, but she could now remember giving birth to Livvy 6 years ago. She had almost three decades' worth of new memories now, though she still remembered being Olivia's daughter. Though this current arrangement pleased her a lot more.
Putting her wallet away, Melinda called out, "Livvy, it's time to go home, sweetie!"
Livvy got off the monkey bars and ran over to Melinda. "Do we have to go now, Mommy?" she asked, "I was having fun."
Melinda felt a motherly warmth from being called 'Mommy'. "It's getting late, sweetie," she said, "And we need to go home so I can make supper. I'll make your favorite tacos."
"Ok, Mommy," said Livvy brightly. Melinda took her daughter by the hand and headed back to what was her mother's car. Now, it was a newer, sportier model. Melinda was seeing a lot of bright sides to being a sexy Latina woman. As she started up the car, she wondered idly what life at her home will be like now.