After your triumphant victory over Molly, you returned to the dressing room, finding a surprise in your locker. Indignantly, you eyed your street clothes. "Well ... these wonīt fit me now." It would have, if you had not gained a set of new curves. "Molly could have warned me about this, I suppose."
Anniebelle just shrugged. "Not very nice, but who cares?"
"Duh, I care. I will not merrily walk around in a bikini."
Her answer was a giggle. "I, like, totally would!", she said, clearly fully comfortable in her pink bikini. Of course. As a BeastMon, Anniebelle might just prance around as she saw fit, and nobody would bat an eye. In some cases, it would even be appreciated.
Speaking for yourself, you surely were not a BeastMon. You wanted back your own clothes, even if it meant to give up your adult body. Luckily, this worked well with your overarching intentions. You took out a BeastCube. "Letīs just hit two birds with one stone. Here, catch!" The Cube opened up, spitting out a red light. Out of it jumped BeastBaby Racer. Anniebelle reacted just in time, helping her to a soft landing. Baby Racer was overjoyed, being held firmly between two soft, round pillows.
"Hello, little one", Anniebelle purred. "What do you think? You stay like this a little longer, so Lucy can show off her curves to a certain man? Phil, maybe?"
Your eyes narrowed. "Hell, no!" Just like Molly had done it before, you pressed the BeastCube against your left boob.
"Hopefully, itīs the right one", Anniebelle teased. "Not like last time, remember?"
"She just came out of this one, you ditz."
"She is already getting weightier." Anniebelle was rocking Racer in her arms, but put her down as she got bigger. Already she could stand on her own stubby feet. As for you: Feeling the Exp drain out of you, slowly de-aging, was not unpleasant. The flow of energy brought a cozy warmth with it, and you felt no pain from your shrinking body.
Racer almost instantly became a little girl with brown, curly hair and a little feather on her head, clothed in her brown coat. So she stood, blinking slightly confused, her growth on pause. Her level needed to raise for the next step. Hitting this magical threshold, she rapidly shot up, evolving into a proper Pudgybow.
Getting pushed up the level-ladder this way took a toll, so it seemed. Wobbly on her feet, Racer almost toppled over, but was rescued by Anniebelle.
"Careful, lass. Donīt wanna break your pretty beak, no?"
"Beak?" Racer starred in amazement at Anniebelle. "Who are you again, madam?"
"You tell me. Your girlfriend, maybe?" Anniebelleīs innocent smile grew slightly mischievous. "Just a suggestion." As the blonde girl took a determined step forward, Racer hastily stepped back, turning to you.
"Trainer? I missed much, right?"
"Not as much as you might think", you said, being back at your plain ten-year-old self. "Welcome back, by the way!"
This heartfelt moment was interrupted by a firm knock on the door of the dressing room. "Hey! Rainbow-Town-Girl! Hurry up in there, we have a new challenger in line! You are blocking our daily business!"