Giggling, Karen drops her skirt and thinks, "I'm a he-she," as she put the amulet back into Ziploc bag and then untangled her bra from the underwear she had bought and deciding that maybe she should hide the amulet, she started across her room towards her closet.
She had only taken a couple of steps before the world around her suddenly swam in and out of focus and stopping, she placed a hand to her forehead, which she noticed had suddenly broken out into a sweat.
Again, the world swam as a spike of pain drove suddenly into Karen's head and dropping the bagged amulet, she groaned and clutched her head. Sinking to the floor, the spike of pain doubling and this time travelling down from her head and into her torso, Karen gasped out, "What is happening?"
Another spike, this one going as far as her legs and curling up into a fetal position, Karen felt as if she wanted to cry, but found that she was unable to make even the slightest noise as she opened her mouth and nothing came out.
Struggling, forcing herself out of the fetal position, a prickling sensation adding to the spikes of pain, she reached a hand out for the amulet, sure that what was happening to her was tied to it somehow. And as she did, she watched as her arm shortened, what little muscle she had disappear to be replaced by what looked like baby fat and her hand shrink in size as well.
Sudden understanding coming to her, Karen attempted to cry out, "No," but all she could manage in the end was a whimper as she struggled against the pain and prickling sensation to a standing position.
Staggering forward, she grasped the amulet and as she began to shrink in size, she ripped the bag open and yanked the necklace out. Spying her bra, she touched the piece of jewelry to it and whimpering out, "Take it back. Please take it back," her transformation slowly finished and within moments, where Karen once sat now was a boy of about three years of age, wearing only Karen's shirt, as he other clothes had become to big and slipped from her small frame.