Rachel sat down on the couch and started to channel change until she came to PBS. she started to watch shows she remembered from when she was younger. "What's the matter, Rach?" her mom asked. "What do you mean?" Rachel asked back. "Well, first your wearing the skirt. Now your watching shows you gave up in you preteens." "Like I said before," said Rachel, "I justed wanted to do something different today, that's all." But deep inside her mind she knew that wasn't it. When Sesame Street was on, she found herself uncontrollably counting with the Count. "1...2...3...4." she hear herself say, but differently, almost like with a younger and more kid-like voice. "How ya doin' in there Rachel?" "Fine, Mammy,"she said. OK, something really whack here, she thought. she told her mom she was going upstairs and went quickly into her room. She looked into the mirror and saw she had changed. she looked about 9 years old and she was wearing a pink sun dress similar to the doll's with white lace socks and black strap babyish shoes. She lifted up the the dress and saw her panties were still the same. "What's happening to me?" she said.