The next morning, Tricia quietly wakes up Padma. The three year old had been well behaved that night and had fallen asleep with only a little bit of waking up during the night.
Tricia finishes feeding Padma and then dressing her in a very large t-shirt. The three year old wiggles in arms happily as Tricia concentrates on the next ring command.
In a few moments Padma doubles in age, becoming a kindergartener. The little girl looks confused for one frightening moment and then blinks a few times.
"Tricia?"
The black teenager looks at her new friend in worry.
"That was neat! I remember everything about last night and you were really good at taking care of me. But I think you should make me your age."
"I don't know. Maybe I like you better like this. . ."
Padma gives Tricia puppy dog eyes. "Please Tricia."
Tricia makes it look like she is really thinking about it. "Okay though I do think you are as cute as a button. Let's see. Make Padma eighteen years old starting in about a minute."
Padma looks at Tricia for a brief moment and then goes for a stool. The six year old quickly drags it into the bathroom and climbs up on it. She looks at herself eagerly in the bathroom mirror that she she only see herself in on the stool.
"Come on, come on." Padma shifts herself from one foot to the other, eagerly looking for some sort of aging.
Tricia giggles and Padma glares at her. Padma looks at herself and doesn't see any aging though she can see more of herself. . . "Yes!" The seven year old looks at her rapid aging in the mirror.
A minute later, the ten year old starts to realize she is almost too tall on the stool to look in the mirror.
Padma leans forward as she becomes twelve, giving the pre-teen a good view of her starting to mature into womanhood.
Tricia starts to stare more at the teen as Padma matures further.
Padma's arse pushes further outward and her bust gets bigger as she goes through her teenage years. A few minutes later, eighteen year old Padma steps down from the mirror, the t-shirt now only a little below her hips. She steps up to Tricia, looking slightly upward at the other eighteen year old.
"I think it is my turn. How about you give me the ring for the day and . . .