The thought spun in her head as the bright lights flashed over head. That'd be perfect. She wouldn't actually want to be younger, she did prefer the independence of actually being an adult. And even if she did magically become younger, she'd inevitably grow back into this dilemma.
But if for some reason she perpetually looked too young then hopefully guys wouldn't be interested in her anymore. She imagined walking through campus with the usual offenders finding someone else to bother while she went about her day in peace.
The thought was so relieving she could almost feel like she was getting lighter with each flash above. The fireworks were dazzling too. They formed vibrant colored patterns and shapes with complexity she never had seen before.
With the last one fading from view, Isabelle suddenly became fully aware of her body and felt off. Her roomate saying something distracted her for a moment, so she turned over and...