I tried to hold Emma back, but armed only with the strength of an eight year old girl, I failed miserably. She easily pushed me backwards and flipped the lever. In a moment, mom and Madison stepped out of the pods.
"Wow! I'm mom now!" exclaimed Maddy. "I'm young again!" Mom exclaimed.
"Well, now what?" asked Emma.
"First of all, we should start calling each other by our new names. Jack, go grab the sledgehammer from the garage."
I instinctively started walking but then realized she wasn't talking to me. I was Emma now. "Jack" walked out for a minute and came back with the sledgehammer.
"Smash away!" said mom in Marsh's body. I wanted to cry as my only means of getting back to my old body was destroyed in front of me, but refused to act as a little girl would. I let out a whimper as the machine was crushed to a rubble.
"Well then, let's all get used to our new lives!" exclaimed mom, who was now Maddy.
"Emma, bedtime!" said Maddy on mom's body.
"But it's only seven thirty!" I exclaimed in the voice of a whiny little girl.
"I'll help her," said mom in Maddy's body. She grabbed my hand and brought me up to my new room. It was pink and girly.
"Maddy" walked over to my new dresser and pulled out some pink pajamas. "But these on, Emma." She said. Begrudgingly, I stripped out of Emma's pink t shirt and skirt to get changed into the PJ's. My new body was so tiny, my legs and arms were like sticks. My bellybutton was also now an outie, but that was the least of my concerns.
"Time to brush your teeth," said Maddy. I walked to the bathroom and picked up my toothbrush.
"Nuh-uh, silly goose! You have to use your new toothbrush!" I looked at Emma's old, pink toothbrush. I didn't really want to put the toothbrush that an eight year old had been using for six months, but then again, I was in possession of the mouth it had been in now.
I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and brushed, then spit.
"Ok, good night," said Maddy, and tucked me into bed. She turned the lights off and left. I was left alone with my thoughts. I kept feeling around my tiny body. My skin was so much softer, and without my muscles, my arms felt so squishy. Having long hair was an itchy mess.
Finally, I drifted off to sleep.
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