It’d only been about an hour and a half since the party began and about 20 minutes since Samantha had turned preteen. Originally, the plan was to have some drinks, hang out a little bit with Chelsea and then go out and do more traditional bachelorette party affairs, but what with this current situation, it was likely that the night would turn that Chelsea and Samantha would ultimately have a sleep over while the rest of the party goes wild.
She looks at her ring as a mix of anticipation and dread fills her mind. She has a multitude of options ahead of her on what she could do but an even greater chance of consequences.
She could maybe make the whole party a slumber party, with all the women becoming preteen girls, though there’s always an off chance that by some cosmic mistake that the “party” moves to a house where someone’s got a baby sister or something.
She could also turn Chelsea up in age and maybe they’d all end up at some club somewhere, but it’s too hard to tell the bounds of the party wish as a whole.
The more she thought about it all, the more she’d felt the risk of these ideas. That’s when