My name is Marcia Jordan
I am 4 years old
Please call my daddy Rusty if found
It then listed Rusty’s phone number and address, which left Marcia wondering if the banshee was able to affect other people with these changes or not. Marcia suddenly felt warmth spread through her underwear. She lifted the skirt of her dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear, she was wearing training pants, which were visibly yellowed.
“Even after all those changes, I need another one,” Marcia mumbled to herself. The banshee frowned thoughtfully.
“That won’t do.”
“What?” Marcia asked. The banshee tapped Marcia’s head. “What did you do?”
“Oh, just made sure your inner matches your outer,” the banshee said playfully. “I can’t exactly change the fabric of reality, but I can do everything else to make sure you come across as a regular toddler.” A sense of dread growing, Marcia looked down at her tag. The letters had turned into indecipherable squiggles. Suddenly overwhelmed by her negative emotions, Marcia burst into tears.
“You make me dumb!” she sobbed. “Big meanie!”
“I know it seems that way, but trust me, it’s for the best,” the banshee said soothingly. A stuffed animal ladybug was shoved into Marcia’s arms. “A little girl won’t be allowed to stay here, and you can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
“You make me pee!”
“You’re right, I did.” A diaper bag patterned with ladybugs was set on the floor next to Marcia. “Here. When your new daddy finds you, he can change you.”
Marcia didn’t know how long she sat on the floor, crying from her new toddler mental state. Her training pants had begun to grow clammy by the time footsteps sounded.
“A kid?” Marcia looked up. Rusty walked up to her and crouched down. He read the tag on the front of her clothes. “Marcia Jordan? Is this a joke?”
“No!” Marcia insisted. “Banshee meanie make me small and dumb and pee!”
“Pee?” Rusty lifted Marcia’s skirt and saw her used training pants. “Oh, those are soaked. Here, I’ll help you out of them. Good thing you’ve got a diaper bag right next to you.” Rusty got Marcia to stand up, then carefully removed her clothes. He slid the training pants down her legs. “Step out.” Still clinging to her stuffed animal, Marcia did as she was told. A few tears escaped from her as Rusty wiped her down and pulled a new pair of training pants up her. “There! All clean!” Rusty redressed her.
“Banshee meanie says you my new daddy,” Marcia mumbled. Rusty frowned.
“A banshee shouldn’t be able to do this…but the banshee said you’re my daughter, huh?” he said. Marcia nodded tearfully. “Well, since I’m apparently in charge of you now, I need to…”