The simplest option arose in her little mind. She sighed as she wished to be fully potty trained, to which she suddenly felt her thighs begin to press together.
Being a very small child, she absentmindedly lifted her tiny skirt to find she was wearing very colorful underwear. She’d also quickly heard a few on lookers quickly giggle at her, causing her to quickly put her skirt back down and blush an intense red across her face.
“Damnit…” she muttered to herself in what amounted to a very cute baby talk. She pouted, then sneered as she looked over to her seeming elder, she decided to seek retribution for her humiliation (one only she really seemed to perceive.)
She focused a moment later, the clarity of mind to think the situation through the best she can given the situation has mostly set in. If she made the toddler at least a teenager, she could possibly salvage this party. Although, maybe she could also make go away all together? I mean, if she ages that boy up, why would he be here for the bridal shower and dress fitting? The logic of the scene seemed to be an important factor to her in this moment. She rubbed her temples and made up her mind. She would…