Wiggling out of her oversized clothes, Alexandra felt as something smeared against her skin. Her worst fears were confirmed when she finally managed to escape the cloth prison. Her now tiny, undeveloped body was covered in a horrifying mix of poop and pee.
Gagging she stared at the scene and struggled to process it. That pudgy body was definitely a baby's in it's current state it looked much like her 1 year old niece's after a diaper blowout.
Despite being pretty sure she was awake, Alexandra couldn't help but feel like she was in a dream. Partly because the situation was obviously beyond any conventional sense of reality as she knew it. But also because of how disconnected she felt from her body. She could direct her stubby limbs generally where she intended, but there was a slight disconnect that made it impossible to be precise.
Not really having a goal besides a strong desire to get away from her increasingly smelly bed, Alexandra pulled herself to the side and tried to figure out how to get down. Given the distance from where she was to the floor was now taller than her, that proved far much more of an ordeal than normal.
Opting to spin around and carefully back off the bed and land feet first below was a mild success. In that she ended up on the floor. As for landing on her feet, well that did happen but her underdeveloped knees instantly giving out made the effort largely moot.
The instinctual effort to rub her bruised butt only served to spread the mess onto her hands. Obviously step one under normal circumstances would be to deal with the whole covered in her own filth issue then work out from there.
Unfortunately she was unsure if that was even an option in these decidedly unnormal circumstances. Even if she managed to find a way to get herself into the shower or even a sunk how likely was a successful bathing and exit?
But what did that leave her with? Try to figure out how she suddenly went from independent adult to helpless baby? That would be nice, but how the hell was she going to accomplish that considering as far as she knew this whole situation was impossible?
Maybe that means she has to get help. If she could get her phone she should be able to send for help. Given she had just moved hours away from home and was supposed to start at a new college in a few weeks, the timeliness of that option was questionable.
Tatiana was just downstairs and did say Alexandra could ask her about issues with the apartment and this definitely qualified. Assuming somehow she was turned into a baby by being here. And in her current state could she even manage to get downstairs? Did she want to?
Alexandra knew she had to make a decision, but it didn't seem like any of the options were very appealing. Eventually her general discomfort forced her to...