Doing her best to hold back the sudden pressure, Marcia climbed back to her feet and stomped angrily, "Change back now!"
The banshee looked her over incredulously, "You really don't know when to quit do you?"
"Me no quit!" Marcia insisted shaking her head.
"It looks like the terrible two's last well past the third birthday now," the banshee said tapping her on the nose, "Let's just take you back to one and see if that makes you see reason."
Marcia felt her entire body tingle once again as she shrank further, her clothes also shifted once again. The rain boats turned into booties and the rest of her outfit merged into a lady bug themed onesie. Even the backpack was finally gone replaced by a pacifier strapped to her onesie.
She had barely registered the training paints growing thicker before she found herself making use of the new diaper. Barely keeping herself calm, Marcia looked up at the banshee and said, "Gah ba da!"
Realizing what just came out of her mouth made Marcia's composure finally splinter. Feeling tears well up in her eyes, Marcia offered no resistance the banshee take the pacifier and insert it into her mouth. With the oncoming meltdown stopping dead in it's tracks with no concious effort, it was highlighted how little control she had left.
Watching Marcia silently suck on the pacifier and sniffeling, the banshee smiled and said, "Well looks like someone is finally acting her age. Best run along dearie you're not going to be stopping anything like this."