Sylvia soon exited the bathroom, allowing Jennifer to see what was left of her mother. Sylvia apparently had lost the war with her hair as it remained messy and knotted, her t-shirt and jeans stained and ripped, betraying the lack of bra as her burgeoning breasts pressed against the fabric.
Jennifer stood in disbelief as Sylvia grabbed her schoolbag before waving her Mary and to Jennifer before running out "I'll see you guys after school!"
Jennifer was left with Mary, hoping for a reprieve she found none. Mary quickly returned to her room and shut the door, leaving Jennifer alone.
Jennifer tried to climb up onto the counter of the kitchen sink to find some food but her body was simply too small, she couldn't even pick up a chair, instead needing to push it with all her strength to finally use it to climb up, grabbing the box of cereal oats. Seeing no bowls, and safely betting they couldn't afford milk, she was relegated to eating handfuls straight from the box. Each munch blotted out the sound of her thoughts, at the end of it she was just happy to have found some food.
Jennifer shuddered, her daily objectives started to feel so simple, too simple. As if she was becoming used to this, her mind might have still been her own but her body wasn't, it was always from that current timeline, no matter the change. It felt foreign but worryingly familiar. Jennifer struggled to remember her original life, knocking her hand against her temple as she tried to remember.
A sudden warmth broke her concentration as she looked down in horror. She was pissing herself, as if unprompted. Jennifer ran as quickly as she could towards the bathroom, leaving a trail behind her, but before she could even make it half way her body took control as she simply squatted down and waited for it to finish. Jennifer was mortified at herself, her body felt like it was on autopilot, pure muscle memory as if this was how it always was.
Jennifer scrunched her nose as she remembered her old room, how she already struggled to learn the concepts of potty training, this must have just been the progression of it. Jennifer frowned in disappointment, five years old and completely incontinent. She took the somber moment to get her bearings again.
The rest of the day dragged on, Jennifer was left mostly by herself, save the rare moments Mary left her den for a smoke or a drink. After the third attempt Jennifer had simply given up trying to potty train herself, it only made her more frustrated at her situation, the warped laminate floors a clear indicator it wasn't going to change anytime soon.
By the time it was nearing the afternoon Jennifer was nearly passed out, kids just couldn't stay up late and she was no exception. Hoping to atleast see Sylvia return from school she fell into a deep sleep as she laid upon a pile of clothes left heapted in the living room.