Miss Luna smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with a hint of magic. "I offer experiences that go beyond the ordinary," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "Services that can change your life, or at least, make it more interesting."
Amy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of services?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Miss Luna leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Magical services, my dear," she whispered. "I have the power to transform, to change, and to create. And I can offer you a taste of that magic, if you're willing to take the leap."
Amy laughed, thinking it was some kind of joke. "Magical powers? You mean like, magic tricks?" she asked, skeptical.
Miss Luna chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "No, my dear. I mean real magic. The kind that can change your life forever."
Amy shook her head, still not believing her. "That's not possible," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
Miss Luna smiled again, and this time, there was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, but it is," she said, raising her hand.
As soon as she did, the air around Amy began to shimmer and shine. Amy felt a strange sensation wash over her, like she was being lifted out of her body. She tried to speak, but her voice was gone. She tried to move, but her limbs were frozen.
And then, in an instant, everything changed. Amy felt herself shrinking, her body contorting and twisting until she was no longer standing on two legs. She was lying on the floor, helpless and tiny.
She looked up at Miss Luna, who was smiling down at her. But Amy's eyes were no longer seeing the world in the same way. Everything was blurry and distorted, like she was looking through a foggy lens.
And then, she realized that she was no longer a 13-year-old girl. She was a 1-year-old baby girl, lying on the floor in a diaper, unable to speak or walk. She was completely at Miss Luna's mercy, and she was amazed and terrified by the magic that had been wielded upon her.