At last aware of what had happened, Katie looked down and saw that Tiff was was no more than two years old, "I'm so sorry Tiff."
"I fink I need a baf," Tiff replied, putting her thumb in her mouth.
Katie reached down and patted the child on the head. It was almost like a bad dream. There was Tiff, the girl who was always taller and more developed than her. Her best friend since preschool was wetting her pants and sucking her thumb. And Katie, herself, a virgin who was swollen up like she was pregnant. Her own milk had caused her best friend to regress to a toddler state.
"I-I have to fix this Tiff."
By now little Tiff was rubbing her eyes. She was getting tired. Katie helped her to a chair and away from her accident. She settled down and curled up with her thumb in he mouth. She was sleeping quietly.
"Okay." Katie told herself. "Think. How can I get us back to normal." She looked at Tiff again. "I must at least help Tiff. She got this way because of me."
Katie started looking through the cabinets. "There must be something."
Suddenly after looking through most of them, one cabinet, above the sink had something that could help Tiff.