Being so young again, Jenny felt full of energy. She bounded down the stairs three at a time, and quickly ate a bowl of cereal. And then another, because she was still hungry.
"I'm a growing girl, after all!" She giggled. Actually, thinking about it, if she was a kid again, that meant she was going to grow even taller!
"Wow, I wonder how big I'm going to get?" Thinking about it, she was two feet taller than a normal nine year-old. Did that mean that by the time she was 16 again she'd be over eight feet tall?
She frowned. "I like being tall, but I don't want to be a freak! There has to be a way to change back!" What was it the boy had said? Transform or Dare?
Going to the computer, she logged on and opened a browser, typing transform or dare into the search pane. Her eyes widened as she found a website devoted to the bizarre urban myth.
But there was good news; she could now curse someone else! If she used her head, she could get someone to change her back! She found it hard to concentrate, though, and she was fidgeting in her chair.
She had to do something to burn off this energy! Turning off the computer, she decided to go to the nearby park; no one would be there this early in the day!
She couldn't help but skip along the sidewalk as she went. She got more than a few odd looks, but she didn't care. Screw them, she was having fun!
At the playground, she found what she could do was a bit limited, given her size, but she had fun anyways, climbing the monkey bars, amazed at how strong her body was. That was something she hoped she could keep!
After playing for awhile, she flopped down in the grass and looked up at the clouds. The sky was so pretty! The sun felt warm on her body, and before she knew it, she was dozing lightly.
"Hey! Are you a giant?"
Jenny awoke to find a girl of about seven looking down at her. Sitting up, she saw the girl was wearing a faded dress, obviously a hand-me-down. She had short light brown hair and green eyes, and was pretty, but she looked a little tired.
"Nah, I'm not a giant. Who are you?"
The girl frowned. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"Too bad. I'm Jenny, by the way."
The girl looked around, as if making sure they were alone. "I'm Sam."
"Is that short for Samantha?"
Sam made a face. "Yes, but I don't like that name."
"Ah. Sorry about that hon."
"Why are you so big?"
Jenny thought about it, and decided there was no reason to lie to a kid. "I got cursed, I'm actually older than I look, but now I'm a really tall kid."
"I wish I was tall like you. Then Mommy wouldn't hurt..." The girl's eyes got wide and she clamped her hands over her mouth.
Jenny felt herself getting angry. "Hey! Does your Mom hurt you?"
Sam looked frightened and skittish, not saying a word.
"She does, doesn't she? That's not right!"
"The last time I told someone, she got so mad at me, I'm scared to talk about it."
"Ooh...is she home now?"
Sam nodded.
"Take me to her, I promise, she'll never hurt you again."
"I..I don't know."
Jenny gently placed her hand on Sam's arm. "You can trust me, Sam. I can help you."
To her surprise, Sam embraced her, crying. Jenny pulled the smaller girl into her lap and held her close. "Shh, it's going to be ok."