"Kimmy, don't run away like that!" Madison sighed, trying to keep up with her daughter.
Kimmy just ignored her, as she was wont to do. When Marion had met Brad and fallen in love with him, she knew he had a daughter from his previous marriage, but she had no idea how terrible Kimmy was- her mother had doted on and spoiled her terribly.
"You're not my real Mom, I don't have to listen to you! You're just a replacement!" The words from earlier today still stung. She'd tried so hard to get along with Kimmy, but it was no good. Of course, she behaved like an angel when Brad was around, which made him think it wasn't that bad. It wasn't that he didn't believe what Kimmy did, but he seemed to think it was just a phase.
Madison wasn't so sure.
Kimmy was running past empty storefronts, annoyed at how boring and lame the mall was. She had forced Madison to bring her here to see a movie, but they were early, so now they had to pass time in this stupid place. At 11, she was a pretty girl, and well dressed, with her blonde hair done up in an elaborate French braid.
Not watching where she was walking, she nearly collided with an older girl who was exiting a store. "Hey, watch where you're going!" She yelled at the girl.
Amy blinked in surprise. "Hey, I'm not the one running around!"
"Whatever, stupid bitch." Kimmy flipped Amy off before running off.
Amy was stunned, when an attractive woman in her early 30's came up to her. "I'm so sorry, Miss. Kimmy is out of control."
Amy looked to the dark haired woman. She was athletic, and dressed conservatively. If anything, she looked a little tired. "Are you ok?"
Madison gave the girl a wan smile. "Slight asthma, I get winded easier than most people. It's usually easy to manage as long as I rest when I need to, but Kimmy...she never slows down. I wish I could be a better mother to her, but she's so spoiled." She sighs. "Sorry, I guess you don't really care about that."
Amy shook her head. "Here, sit down on this bench. I'll go get her for you."
"Are you sure, honey? She's very stubborn."
Amy just smiled. "I got this."
She followed after Kimmy, finally catching up to her by a vending machine. The younger girl was kicking it. "Stupid machine, not taking my debit card!"
"You shouldn't do that, you know." Amy said.
Kimmy turned. "Oh, it's you again. Piss off!"
"You're really a brat, aren't you? Well, I have the cure for that." She pressed a button on her watch.
Kimmy shivered. She felt strange. Not bad, just...weird. "What...what did you do to me?"
Amy grinned. "Just taking you down a peg."
Kimmy felt her clothing become looser on her body, and was the other girl...getting taller? No, it wasn't her, everything was getting bigger! She was shrinking! "What, no, this is impossible!" Her voice sounded higher pitched.
"Afraid not. It won't stop until you behave yourself."
"Fuck you, you whore! My Dad is rich, I'll sue you! You'll go to jail! Make it stop!" Kimmy became 10, then 9, then 8, her clothing now hanging on her. She tried to run away, but tripped over her own feet, as her shoes no longer fit her.
Amy grabbed the girl by the collar of her blouse. "You're not going anywhere, dear. Now what's the magic word?"
Kimmy screamed. She swore. But she kept shrinking, smaller and smaller. As she wrestled with the other girl, trying to get free, her skirt fell down around her knees, revealing her underwear.
Amy couldn't resist giving Kimmy a few swats on her behind, causing the little girl to cry and howl. She became 7, then 6, then 5.
At four years old she sniffled. "Please no more. I'll be good, I promise!"
Amy halted the girl's regression and crouched down to look the girl in the eyes. "Do you really mean that? You've been really bad."
"I know." The girl bit her lower lip. "I just miss my mommy!" Bursting into tears anew, she clung to Amy.
Amy consoled the little girl. Apparently, making her this young had changed her personality! She'd have to remember that. After Kimmy finally calmed down, she gave Amy a small smile.
"Are you going to make me a big girl again?"
"That depends. Will you go back to being bad?" Amy asked.
The girl frowned, a serious expression on her young face. "I think so. Older me is really a...bi...bad word."
"Yes she is. Well, I can keep you this way, but everyone will forget you were older."
Kimmy seemed to think about that. "Even me?"
"If you want."
Kimmy made her choice.