"Me no have accident!" Marcia shouted in frustration before starting to climb up.
Taking her hand, the banshee helped her to her feet, "Well best of luck to you with that. After that you better get find someone to take you somewhere safe for bedtime. Also if you're having trouble regulating your emotions, sucking your thumb should help."
Ignoring the final jabs, Marcia hurried off. Fortunately her mnemonic memory was in tact, so she knew exactly where the nearest bathroom was. Unfortunately it was down the hall where she broke the lamp.
Running through the dark hallway, Marcia's heart started racing and she wasn't sure she would be able to continue. Remembering the banshee's last words, she hesitantly tried sticking her thumb in her mouth. As she started sucking, her heart slowed down ever so slightly and she was able to force her legs to keep moving her forward.
Clearing the darkened segment, Marcia had only a few steps before she reached the bathroom door only moments away from losing her hold over her reduced body. Reaching up to twist the handle, Marcia pushed the door opened and hurried to the toilet.
After removing her thumb so she can pull down her training pants, Marcia climbed onto the seat. Balancing unsteadily, she sighed in relief as the unbearable pressure released. After cleaning herself, Marcia hoppeddown and pulled back up her training pants. Walking over to the sink, she found the only way to reach the sink was to pull open a drawer and use it to climb onto the counter.
While she was washing her hands, she finally got the chance to see her reflection. Frowning at the image, she knew she shouldn't like it, but it seemed that the banshee's 'more realistic viewpoint' wasn't limited to just giving her a new set of fears.
At least that was why she assumed she thought it was so cool that her long hair was braided to run over the front of her shoulder and had a ladybug clip attached to the top.
Of course it might just be because ladybugs are the only cute bugs, not gross like hairy spiders or slimy worms. Plus it was nice because it meant she could pull up her hood without messing up her hair. Which was especially good because she could see the hood had a funny googly eyed ladybug face.
Pulling the hood up she giggled around the unexpected obstruction of her sucking her thumb. The image of the hooded thumbsucker was so cute and innocent it was hard to believe that it was actually her.
A loud scream down the hall caused her to jump. Suddenly breathing heavily, it took her a moment to realize it was the banshee. It must have gone back to...whatever it was trying to do.
Looking back at the reflection, she sighed. Obviously the banshee considered her to be done. Was she? All she had managed to accomplish since starting this investigation was learn some vague full moon curse existed, lose all her equipment, get turned into a toddler, and get an unknown quantity of mental changes to match.
She still had no idea whether the banshee's powers affected anyone besides just her, had no idea how she was going to turn back to normal, and what was so dangerous the banshee was 'helping' by doing this in the first place.