I found myself struggling to find a job where my talent could be of use. That's when my dear friend Stella stepped in to help. After days of searching, Stella excitedly informed me that she had found the perfect job for me. Little did I know what she had in mind would leave me utterly speechless.
When Stella revealed that the job in question was at a children's clothing modeling agency, my jaw practically hit the floor. I couldn't fathom the idea of reverting back to being a toddler, diaper and all.
"No way", I exclaimed, shaking my head vigorously. The last thing I wanted was to transform into a toddler and prance around in cute little outfits.
Stella, always the persuasive one, started listing all the perks of being a toddler. "Think about it, Phoebe. You get to eat snacks, take long naps, and have someone attend to your every need. Plus, I will be the one to take care of you the whole time. It'll be like a mini-vacation!"
Her words were tempting, but I wasn't convinced. I didn't want to risk being stuck in a toddler's body longer than necessary. However, Stella wasn't ready to give up on me just yet.
"I have an idea," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you agree to transform into a toddler for the entire weekend and end up enjoying it, we'll take the job. But if you don't like it, we'll walk away, no questions asked."
I hesitated. The thought of spending an entire weekend as a toddler was daunting, but the lure of a job where I could truly be myself was too good to pass up. Reluctantly, I agreed to Stella's terms, knowing deep down that she always had a trick up her sleeve. Little did I know what she had in store for me next.
"Now, Phoebe," Stella announced with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you must transform into a 2-year-old toddler right now."
Confusion washed over me as I questioned her choice of timing. Stella explained that although she already had some baby stuff (like a crib and a few diapers), she still needed to buy more things necessary for my care (like clothes, pacifiers, baby food, toys, etc). This meant I would remain transformed for three days, not two as initially agreed.
I couldn't decide whether to laugh or be mad at Stella's trickery. But deep down, I knew she had my best interests at heart. So, with a sigh, I agreed. So at that moment, thanks to a sneeze, I started to shrink until I became a 2-year-old toddler girl.
"What now?" I asked her with my new high-pitched voice.