... I closed my eyes and held my breath expecting to disappear into some sort of void, but it didn't happen - instead I just heard Amy introducing herself to some of the other guests and felt the soft padding of the carrier below me, my diaper and the fabric of the dress on my skin, and I realized I was still a baby.
Surprised, I opened my eyes again. Maybe the ring didn't count a fetus as a person, or maybe it was actually impossible to wish yourself out of existence. Or maybe... I looked at my hands and saw no trace of a ring on any of my tiny fingers. It must have fallen off, or it just had enough of me making myself younger by accident. It felt silly to think of a ring having a will of it's own, but not much sillier than the whole concept of a mundane item being an actual magic artifact.
I wasn't sure how I felt about the ring being gone - while this probably meant I was stuck as a baby, my previous attempts at fixing my age had not been that successful, and at least there was no risk of me making more accidental changes now. Being this young was somewhat terrifying, but also exciting - it meant I had my whole life ahead of me again, a new chance to literally start over from the beginning. Instead of a lonely insurance agent in her mid-30s, I was a precious baby cared for by loving parents... but who were my parents?
My mom was almost 70, so she couldn't really be my mother now - unless the magic had made her younger as well. Diane had just said her aunt would be both carrying me and holding Chelsea's hand at the wedding - did that mean I was now Chelsea's little sister? Oh my god, I thought, hopefully I wasn't.
"You're soo cute in that dress, better get it off before something happens to it!" - my mother picked me up with her huge hands, ripping me out of my thoughts. As she took the dress off me, I looked at her face and realized...