"What?!" you gasped slightly, seeing your reflection. The first thing you saw was your face. For the past few years, every time you've seen your reflection you've seen a figure that appeared older than your real age, which to you was a blessing and curse. Blessing, that you liked being bigger and stronger than your peers; a curse that you could not really act your age. Now, your face looked more like the 14 year old you were. "Mom, you have magic powers? Why are you reducing my age.... MY HAIR!!!" you screamed as your attention turned away from your face to your hair. Your now longer, blonder hair.
"You have to believe that I'm not doing this to you, John. From what I can see, you're not just changing gender, you're also getting younger" mom said, her voice sounding regretful.
"What!? You've got to do something. I can't be a kid again! Is this some sort of curse?" you moaned. Has someone done this to me, thinking its some sort of ironic punishment?
"I don't know. I know you have issues that you feel like you have to act the age you appear, but I have no idea whether its a curse, John. It's possible that its something that would have happened to you, regardless of anything. I just hope you don't get too young. my best guess is at the oldest you'd be is Brooke's age" mom said.
Oh god you despaired, wincing at the idea of turning into an 11 year old. "And worse case?"
Mom winced slightly and said flatly, "Hannah gets a little sister."
"Mom!" you yelled.
"I'm sorry, John, but I don't think you want me sugar coating it" mom said, as she placed her hands behind her back. You stared at her suspiciously.
"What have you got behind your back? Mom... get that away from me. I'm not wearing that! How did you get that thing?" you screamed, as mom brought her hands into view, along with the training bra that she was holding.
"I'm a witch, John" mom said, as the bra flew from her hands, onto your shirt. Instantly, it began to sink through it, onto your chest..."