There was a pounding on her front door. Stevie groggily disengaged herself from Lisa, threw on a shirt (Lisa's shirt, as it turned out), and went out to investigate.
"I know you're in there, Stevie! Let me in or I'll break in!"
Fuck, it was Corey! She couldn't let him see her like this! She could call the cops (though chances were, her neighbors had already done that, to lodge a noise complaint). Then she got a crazy idea.
"This will never work", she thought, as she went to the kitchen and got out the rest of the cake. Removing a big slice, she lit a candle and blew it out. "I wish Corey wasn't a problem anymore!"
Then she ran to the front door, her bare feet slapping against the wood floor. She undid the latch, unlocked the door, and opened.
Corey practically fell in. He was 6' 1", and still buff, though his muscle was starting to turn to flab. Dark hair, brown eyes- he was handsome, but his sweet smile, she had found, hid a cruel, selfish nature.
"Hey who the hell are..." was all he could get out before he got a slice of cake to the face. Would the magic affect him straight away? Would it take awhile? Would even work at all?
Stevie wasn't much for praying, but she was hoping the Cake Gods, or whoever, had her back.
Wiping cake from his eyes, Corey froze, with an odd expression on his face. Was he...yes, he was shrinking!
Before Stevie's eyes, his facial features became softer and more delicate. He became shorter and shorter, his muscles becoming smaller, less defined. Soon he was struggling to keep his clothing on, as his hair grew out, becoming longer and fuller.
"Holy shit", Stevie thought. "He's turning into a girl!"
It was true, but just as she detected the presence of breasts forming, they began to shrink as Corey raced backwards through his...-her-, teen years. The girl stumbled and fell on her butt, crying as she continued to dwindle, until she was an adorable little toddler.
"Where am I? Where's my mommy?!" The girl cried out.
"What...who is that?" Lisa had come in, having been woken up by the noise.
Extricating the little girl from Corey's clothes, Stevie picked up the crying naked girl, who clung to her like a life preserver. "My ex, Corey. At least, she used to be."
"You used the cake on her?" Lisa moved closer, looking at the tiny girl in awe. Stevie noticed she was wearing her pajama top, but her legs were bare, and she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear. "Damn, my girlfriend is hot", she thought to herself.
"Yeah, it was a long shot, but it worked."
"Fuck, she looks like she's four years old. Does she remember anything?" Lisa's eyes were wide.
"Let's find out. Hey honey, do you know who I am?"
The little girl shook her head. "Nuh uh. Do you know my mommy?"
"Don't worry. What's your name, honey?"
"Cory." She stuck her thumb in her mouth.
"I'm guessing that's spelled differently." Lisa commented. "So what are we going to do with her now?"
"Well, I probably can't bring her home. I wonder if I can just give her to someone, and they'll be her new mom." Stevie wasn't sure why that made sense to her, but it did. "My next door neighbors have three kids, but they aren't the best parents."
"Hm. You know, I think I know somebody. We need to get her something to wear though."
A little while later, dressed, they carried little Corey out to the car, wrapped in a blanket. The little girl was very trusting, and had actually fallen asleep in Stevie's arms. "Man, she's cute this way. And not a problem at all."
"You want to keep her?" Lisa asked.
"I think I got enough problems. Plus, let's face it, she used to be my abusive ex....it'd be weird."
Lisa nodded and they drove for a bit, stopping in front of an apartment. "A friend of my Mom lives here. She's wanted kids but can't have them. Let's hope this works."
Carrying Cory up to the apartment steps, Lisa knocked on the door. A tired looking woman of around 30 answered. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face lit up in a smile upon seeing the little girl.
"Cory, baby, there you are, I was worried sick!"
The girl woke up, looked at the woman, and her face lit up. "Mommy!"
The woman, who Stevie later learned was Rebecca, held the child in her arms. They were able to concoct a story about finding the little girl wandering around in wet clothes, and amazingly, Rebecca filled in the blanks herself. After an hour (and being thanked profusely by the woman), they made their leave.
"Wow, that really worked." Lisa exclaimed, in the car.
"Yeah. Like magic."
"I'm glad I didn't eat that cake after all!" Lisa grinned.
"Well, I made a different wish that time. So I guess it's a wish granting cake."
"So you could wish to be older again?" Lisa's expression was guarded.
"Yeah, probably. But...I'm happier this way. Because I have you." She reached over for Lisa's hand and Lisa took it and held it.
"I mean, unless you want an older girlfriend, that is."
"I mean, you are a little young, but..." Lisa leaned in closer, and they kissed. "I'm happy with you just the way you are."
"So what should we do?" Stevie asked.
Lisa thought a moment and said...