" ... that you were a little girl, say, only five years old!"
Immediately, Frieda telescoped from an adult to an adorable looking little child.
That stopped her yelling.
First, she stared at me, not understanding how I had suddenly gotten to be so big. Then, she looked down at herself. Her clothes, a pink blouse, black slacks, comfortable shoes, were hanging loosely on her young body. She ran her hands over her sides, not finding the familiar curves. She ran them over her chest, then pulled the blouse away from her so she could peek down it.
"My breasts!" she gasped. "What did you do to them? They're gone! There's just a -- a bra with empty cups! What did you do to ME!?"
I opened my closet door just enough for her to see her reflection. She gaped at her rejuvenated body.
"I wish your clothes would adjust and fit you, no matter what you're changed into," I said.
Instantly, everything fit little Frieda's body perfectly.
"No matter what I'm changed into?" she said, barely aloud. "What are you going to do to me now?"