Lizzie wanted to know what had happened to her brother Thomas. And get her revenge on that despicable witch. And return to her normal size. And for that, she needed to get away. However, escaping would be hard, what with her weak, clumsy, toddler body and the fact that the employees of the daycare were there to watch over them like hawks. And Lizzie hated that new body. Sure, it was young but also rather useless. Too chubby too, even though the fat was just temporary baby fat. Even so, Lizzie thought her pudgy hands and fingers ridiculous and her belly too paunchy. The worse was that diaper that was much too humiliating! Lizzie wondered if Thomas was in a similar predicament as she was, if not worse. Thomas was fine, off to his own life and unaware that he ever had a sister, thanks to the spell of the witch. Lizzie also worried as to what would happen when the day would be over. Who would come and pick her up? Her rejuvenated parents? The witch? Someone else? Unbeknownst to her, the witch had already thought all this out. A man had helped her out once with a meal and she had wanted to repay his kindness. Lizzie being a little kid was the key to that. The man was homosexual and in a happy marriage with his partner but desired a child. Adopting formally was very hard and expensive and people frowned on his homosexuality. But the witch explained to him that she had altered reality and that a beautiful baby daughter was waiting for him at a daycare, as if everyone knew she was his all along. Moreover, the witch had slightly changed Lizzie's looks so that she'd be a quite attractive later and adorably cute when little. Everything that man could wish for. His generosity towards the witch deserved that much. She did warn him that the poor orphan she had discovered would need time to adjust from the death of her parents, which the man said he understood perfectly. A white lie from the witch, of course.
Lizzie, for one, was getting angsty at the idea of being left behind in the daycare. The women hired by the owner of the house wondered why she was getting so skittish and frightened. One answered that she had been through her parents' death and an adoption, which could not be easy, even at that young age. Lizzie wondered what they meant but as time ticked by and mothers arrived to get their own children, she started crying for good.
"My little princess! What's wrong? Did you miss Papa that much already?"
Lizzie was then scooped into huge strong arms and pressed against a chest smelling of good aftershave. She was so surprised she stopped crying and hiccuping, which everyone took as her being reassured. The stranger placed big smooches on Lizzie's head and took her outside after exchanging kind pleasantries with the members of the daycare. He took Lizzie away and placed her in a stroller, pink with lots of frills, along with a mobile that held princess-like cloth crowns and swans with crowns as well. In spite of herself, Lizzie thought it was rather comfortable and before she knew it, she was touching the soft toys of the mobile, finding them the most precious things ever. As she laid entranced, wrapped in a comfy fleece and enchanted by her new toys, the man went through various stores, wondering what he'd cook for his beloved spouse once home, he who worked so hard at a bank office every day. Yes, Papa was quite the trophy husband, in spite of his job at a gym. And Lizzie was now part of his life. The toddler was about to discover what her new existence would be like as a pampered little girl.