Nervously Miranda glanced at the phone, she needed to be careful with how she proceeded.
This phone had already left her 8 years old, as well as nude, inside a public restroom. Any mistake could put her in an even worse situation. "Okay," she whispered. "I can only change one thing at a time." As much as she wanted to change her age, she had no desire to make any more mistakes. What would happen if she made herself even younger. Deciding to start simple, Miranda made a quick word change before proofreading.
"The naked 8 year old is standing in her adult bedroom."
"Here goes nothing," Miranda mumbled, closing her eyes as she now tapped the button. A flash of light now caused Miranda to blink. At first confused, she let out a sigh of relief as she realized where she was.
It was her bedroom. Quickly glancing around she could see her bed, closets, nightstand, and dressers. The phone had transported her into her bedroom at home. Glancing at her nightstand, she let out a sigh of relief as she noticed a picture of herself and her husband. "Thank goodness I'm home," she sighed in relief. Miranda's relief though quickly turned to embarrassment. She was still 8 years old and still very much in the nude. Blushing the girl made for her closet, grabbing her robe and throwing it on.
Tightening her robe around herself, Miranda frowned. The robe hung on her like a blanket, the hem of the robe that usually rested around her knees pooled at her feet. The girl noticing her small toes poking out from underneath. Couple that with the sleeves hanging several inches past her hands and she felt like a child playing dress up. Grunting in frustration, Miranda now rolled her sleeves up as she stared at her phone.
"The 8 year old girl is standing in her adult bedroom in an oversized robe."
"Well at least I'm home," Miranda shrugged. "Still. I need to figure out this phone. None of my clothes fit and what happens if someone sees me like this?"
Being discovered was concerning for Miranda. Yes, currently her husband was out running errands but what would happen if he came home and saw her? Worse, what would happen if any of her children happened to stop by? She was young enough to be one of her children's children. Would they believe she was their mother or would they think she was just some silly girl who had snuck in.
Miranda now gazed at her reflection in her full length mirror, she certainly looked like a silly little girl playing dress up. She doubted anyone would believe she was an elderly woman. Taking a seat on her bed, Miranda now found her feet dangling off the floor, the girl drumming them lightly against the bed frame as she tried to find a sentence she could use to help her.