Keiko slid of the bed, her eyes wide as she realized just how small she was. Lisa's shirt had fit her reasonably well less than an hour ago. Now the teens shirt hung on her like a sack, the hem of the shirt resting around her ankles while the short sleeves rested just above her wrists. "How old am I?"
Lisa glanced at the watch, gazing at Keiko's round, innocent face and wide eyes. "Four years four months," she replied, watching Keiko's jaw drop on shock. The preschooler now padded towards Lisa's mirror, surprised to find the teens carpet tickled her small feet. As she now gaped at her reflection, she was astounded by her appearance. She couldn't even remember being this small or young.
"So can you still read?"
Keiko paused, walking back to Lisa's bed. The scale of everything made the world seem so alien. To get onto Lisa's bed, she realized she would need to climb it. Reaching for the discarded book, Keiko stood on tip toe, grasping the book in her tiny hands. As she opened it, Lisa watched with interest as the preschooler now tried to read.
Keiko furrowed her brow, squinting as she turned the book over. She could still make out the letters, yet it all seemed jumbled. "A little," she said softly. "But it's kinda hard. I would really need to concentrate and I'm having a hard time with that." Lisa nodded, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she stared down at the tiny preschooler. "Huh wonder if you're still potty trained?"
Keiko blushed, she presumed she stil was. Children were usually potty trained at two or three years old. Still, it was concerning she wasn't far removed from that age. Moving as quickly as she could, the tiny girl now peaked into the bag containing her clothes before breathing a sigh of relief. Her clothing that she had arrived in had changed with her age, becoming a color pink t-shirt, sturdy jeans, pink velcro sneakers with matching socks, and best of all for Keiko, a pair of little girl undies with unicorns on them. "Still potty trained," she sighed in relief.
Keiko glanced upwards, a sense of vertigo overtaking her as she stared at Lisa. The teenage loomed over her, Keiko barely waist high to her. It seemed inconceivable that the two were ever close in height. "So Keiko you want to watch a movie?"
Keiko nodded, the pair now making their way downstairs. As they went, Keiko could only marvel at the scale of everything. The world towered over her, doorknobs were eye level and even the stairs took a moment to navigate on her shorter legs. As they reached the couch, Keiko found herself having to climb the cushions to sit down. This proved to be even more surreal as the tiny girls legs no longer hung off the couch.
Lisa, noting the bewildered expression on the girls face, offered her a warm, comforting smile before tuning the television to a Disney movie. As the pair settled down, Lisa noted how enraptured Keiko seemed with the bright colorful pictures and songs. The preschooler was completely enraptured by the classic film, sitting perfectly stillas the colorful characters danced across the screen. Lisa could only grin as she watched her young charge. Keiko Daniel's may remember being an adult but her childish instincts were certainly taking control.