The clothing began to glow. Marshall’s hair grew back out to its original length, but, to his horror, it was a different color and texture. Now, it was bright red in tight curls. Similarly, his eyes were changing their color to a chill gray. Before he could think about what caused this, Christine was pulling back the front of his diaper.
“It worked! You’re back to being a little girl!” Christine said cheerfully.
“Good,” Marcia said, glad to be back to her old name. “But why I wook different?”
“Hmm.” Christine looked Marcia up and down. Her eyes widened. “You look just like I did when I was your age!”
“Gweat,” Marcia mumbled.
“Aw, it’s like I’ve got my own daughter!” Christine cooed, ruffling Marcia’s hair. Marcia sighed.
“I can fikth it thome other time. Wight now, I need to find Wusty and be grown-up again.”
“Do you need some help with that?” Christine asked. Marcia considered the offer. On the one hand, given her current status, she could very much use assistance. But on the other hand, she was worried about whether Christine would get in her way or impede her.