Leah hears someone come in, and pales; she only hoped that she could escape without too much embarrassment. It was some teenage girl not too much older than Leah, but was luckily a stranger. She was on the phone and hadn't noticed her yet. Leah tried to move to a stall or the exit without being seen, but that was difficult to do when in bright pink. The teen turned with a surprised gasp, jumping back a few feet.
"Oooh my god, I didn't- oh, no, I'm not under attack, I just didn't see someone when I entered the bathroom," The teen said on her phone, barely paying Leah any mind. Leah took this chance to run for the exit. "Yeah, yeah...no, no it's not someone dangerous, just some *toddler girl*. Hey, don't laugh! Kids can be creepy-" was all Leah heard as she exited the bathroom, but she felt a major headache.
She had to lean against a wall for a few moments from feeling light headed, closing her eyes tightly for a few seconds. When she opened them, she knew something was...different. Everything was different.
"What jus happen?" She thought out loud. Something was wrong, very wrong, but she couldn't figure out what. Was it something that teen said? Her words felt weird and alien, which wasn't right---it was just a teen talking like a teen. That shouldn't be so strange; afterall, Leah herself was...was...
Leah blinked several times as she thought about her age. She looked at her hands and had to carefully count them before realizing...
"Ahm fhree?" Leah shouted in perplexation, recounting her fingers again. There's no denying it, she was three years-old---a fact that her brain was certain of. However...she wasn't three a few seconds ago. She was now, of course---there was no denying that; but how could she go from a...however old she was before to being three? She tried counting on her hands, and grumbled when she realized she didn't have enough fingers to count out her original age.
She looked down at her clothes and found them perfectly comfortable despite knowing they didn't a few moments ago. She also knew she had a pullup on instead of a diapee, which she knew was bad...but for different reasons than before. She's not sure she understands what the reasons before were. She looks around her in worry, suddenly feeling very small and scared. She needed to grow back up again, but she didn't know how! She stuck her thumb in her mouth as tears started to form; what does she do now?