Nazara awoke from her nap feel refreshed. She was still annoyed that she wasn’t changed back into a big girl yet. She hadn’t felt this humiliated since… uh she couldn’t remember actually which was strange considering her memory was quite good for a… oh she couldn’t remember how old she used to be either.
Nazara was starting to grow worried as she noticed gaps in her memories. Like how to fly, how to use the big girl potty, and some bigger words.
She was certain her regression was the cause behind this but had no way of knowing what else she’d be forced to forget if she didn’t get big again soon. She even noticed her thoughts beginning to subtly change becoming simpler and more childish.
With a hardened resolve Nazara began plotting a way to escape her crib and confront the mortal who had taken her title.