"Please," said the 16-year-old female Tim. "I can't live like this."
"Oh," said Carrie. "You have a problem with being a woman? I'm a woman after all."
"No, no," said Tim, trying to appease her. "I just mean that I'm not supposed to be a woman. I'm used to being a guy."
"Too bad." she said. "You should have worded your wish more carefully. With a vague wish like that, who knows just what you will get? Really, you should be happy you didn't get worse."
She petted Todd the hamster and smiled. (Yes, She thought to herself, very much worse.) Then, she used the remote to restart time. Sound came back to the world, and Tim looked surprised again.
"Now," said Carrie. "Go away before I change you again." And, once more, she gave her a stern look.
Tim looked desperate and afraid. Everyone was moving again. There were a lot of people around who would see her now. She stared at his large breasts and felt terrified at being seen looking like this.
"Please, you have to do something for me," said Tim. "I can't be a teen aged girl."
Carrie thought about that statement for a moment. Then, she had another idea for Tim.
"Fine then," said Carrie. "You won't be a teen aged girl anymore."
She activated the remote on Tim again.
This time Tim started to rapidly shrink. Her long legs grew shorter and skinnier as her mature figure began to slim down into a more childish one. She was getting younger and fast. Already, she was 5’ tall and 13 years old again and still getting smaller and younger. Her breasts and butt deflated as she rapidly passed backwards through puberty. As she passed 11 years old, the last traces of the bumps on her chest disappeared. Her face rounded out more giving her a cute girlish appearance. The once too tight basketball jersey looked much looser and larger on her shrinking body. Then, her shorts suddenly dropped off her skinny little hips, causing her to let out a little squeak. Thankfully, the jersey was so large on her now that it covered her little hairless crotch and butt.
The changes slowed to a stop leaving her a little girl of only 8 years old. She was 4’2” tall and weighed just barely 60 pounds. She looked ridiculously small in the big clothes of a 13-year-old boy.
Carrie smiled again, “Now aren’t you the cutest little thing?”
Once more, Tim was dumbfounded. She’d suddenly shrunk almost a foot and a half and was a full 8 years younger than she had been just a minute ago. Tim reached down a girlish little hand and pulled up the huge shorts that were pooled at her feet. She noticed that her once snug socks were wrinkled and loose on her little girl feet. She looked up questioningly at Carrie.
“You said you didn’t want to be a teen aged girl anymore,” explained Carrie. “Now, you aren’t a teenager. Not by a long shot.”
“But…” said Tim in her squeaky little voice.
Carrie stood up to her full six and a half feet and looked down at the terrified little 8-year-old girl in front of her. She absolutely towered over Tim.
“I wouldn’t say another word.” Carrie said threateningly. “You may just want to cut your losses and leave.”
Tim thought a moment.
“Do you want me to put you back in diapers?” Carrie asked Tim.
Tim’s round eyes went wide. What would he do now?