Red grins and holds you up so you can see yourself in the mirror. Two years old, wearing a diaper and a pullover. But as you look at yourself, the changes keep going. You aren't getting younger - you are starting to look more and more like the red-haired girl holding you. Your hair turns red, your eyes fade to a pale blue, and your face becomes very similar.
"There we are. You're my baby - baby brother, that is."
You struggle to speak, but find that words are not coming to your mind. Red frowns slightly, then sighs. "Well, I guess running away isn't so bad that you deserve this." She puts you down as you start to grow up again. But you stop when you are still shorter than she is. You turn and look in the mirror. You are still obivously her brother, maybe 9 years old instead of a baby, wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
She nods in approval. "So, you wanna stay like this?"