"I think me being 2 is good. Ill still able to walk and talk for most part." said Chelsea
"Yeah you'll be. Ill be 1" said Samantha
"Not my fault you wished to be 1 year younger then the youngest at the party."
"Ok good point. Let's do it." Samantha sat down in the chair and motioned for Chelsea to do the same. "We should sit down. It feels strange for a moment."
The thirteen year old blonde did so and looked at the Redhead who she could see becoming her friend.
"I wish that Chelsea was 2 years old."
Chelsea felt an disoriented feeling and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, she saw a baby girl in a frilly green dress with a diaper sticking with some red hair fuzz beside her instead of a twelve year old. Then she noticed her own changes. Her feet no longer touched the floor, heck they didnt reach the edge her maturity was gone, and her dress was a toddler sized version of the one Samantha was now wearing, she adjusted to her now toddler size and heard the crinkle sound of a diaper.
"Tis is stange." Chelsea was surprised at the high pitch of her voice that sounded like a chipmunk with a lisp
Samantha too young to talk just smiled.
The two baby flower girls saw the door open and in walked Diane.
"I see my two sweet little flower girls are awake from their naps. Lets get you downstairs for the party" said Diane in a condensating tone. She picked up Samantha and let Chelsea downstairs