"I'd definitely like to be a kid again, but not too small." Jennifer declared and thinks about being a little
girl. Soon, she starts shrinking and her once proud cleavage receeds into her chest. The regression goes by
very quickly and it soon stops. Jennifer looks in the mirror and sees herself as a 10-year-old. The part about
clothing adjustment was also true, as her pink shirt became a black shirt and her black pants become yellow.
She pulls her pants down and sees that her black panties became white girl's underwear. She also feels that
her bra is still there, although her breasts weren't nearly as big. She then sits down on the sofa in the
room.
"I haven't felt like this in ages." Jennifer says.
"Dang it. I'm only 10, which means I'm still on my own. But I wonder......." thought Jennifer. She had wanted
someone to come look after her, but she'd have to shed another year. She wondered if she could ask for them to
send someone to take care of her. She goes to the phone and dials the front desk.
"Hi, Miss Reynolds." she says.
"Uh, hi. I was wondering if you could send someone to come take care of me. I'm 10 right now, but......"
Jennifer says before she's cut off.
"Anyone that's below 18 can make that request, sweetie. I'll send someone to your room." she says.
"Thank you so much." Jennifer says.
"Not a problem, honey." she says, and hangs up. A few minutes later, a knock is heard.
"Come in." says Jennifer. In walks an older woman who looked to be in her 50s, as her medium length mostly
gray hair would say.
"Hi, honey. My name is Grace. You made a request for a babysitter?" Grace asks. Grace is exactly 50-years-old,
and wears a white shirt and grey pants.
"Yeah. Thanks for coming." Jennifer says, and gives Grace a hug.
"No problem, sweetheart. Were you lonely?" Grace asks.
"Yeah. I just wanted someone to look out for me. I haven't had that in a long time." Jennifer says.
"What about your parents?" Grace asks.
"My parents were drug addicts. They were more concerned about getting their next high than spending time with
me." Jennifer answers.
"You poor dear. Well, I'm here and you're my primary concern. But please, no going past newborn. My back can't
take any more of those." Grace says.
"I don't like the idea anyways." Jennifer says.
"Are you hungry?" Grace asks.