Selina stifled a groan. She should have just gone to the children’s stores. But now, she was stuck where she was, so she had to adapt. Sticking to the shadows, she snuck over to the play area. There were a lot of unattended bags, so she opted for the largest one, figuring that it would probably have the most clothes in it.
Her prize in hand, Selina slunk away to a secluded corner to go through the bag. The clothes appeared to be for a three-year-old, which was the oldest any of the children in the play area were. Selina sighed quietly and took five more pills. She shrunk down to a three-year-old in quick enough fashion. Ignoring the growing dread in her gut, she selected her outfit from the bag: a red sweater dress, gray leggings, slip-on sneakers, and, to her discomfort, training pants.
Selina dressed as quickly as she could, then stashed the pill bottle and drive in one of the sweater dress’s pockets. She snuck back to the play area and put the bag back. Spotting security, she hurried over to the play area to blend in with the rest of the toddlers.