Expecting that nothing could go wrong and feeling that stealing thousands of dollars of merchandise from tens of stores over the years didn't call for you being separated from your daughters, you agreed to the terms for the experiment. You didn't know why Phoebe had to sign as much paperwork as you did (nor did you know why she seemed to be so excited and secretive about it), but you shrugged it off considering she is the only other person of consenting age to volunteer on her behalf. Right after, you were escorted for medical treatment. You had no idea what this had to do with anything either, but you couldn't rationalize anything about it as soon as the knock-out drugs put you to sleep.
"The operation was a success." You heard one of the doctors talk to someone from the hallway. It has apparently been a while since you have been treated. You opened your eyes and saw yourself in a surprisingly large recovery room. You slowly rose your head out of bed to try to see what's going on. "No. She will not need to be tagged. She won't be in any condition to drive anyway." You continued to listen in on the conversation, figuring out that they are talking about you, though you did not know what exactly they were talking about. "The government will also provide you a modest budget for whatever you need including food and clothes... even diapers if it turns out little Vanessa will need them."
'What?" You whispered curiously. You slammed one of your palms on your mouth when you heard a soft and childish voice escape your lips. You unraveled the surprisingly heavy sheets from yourself on the giant hospital bed. You were horrified to find that your breasts have disappeared. "What the hell?" You almost shouted as you instinctively covered your flat chest with your stubby hands. From the lack of curves and stature as well as abundance of baby fat, it is obvious you had somehow been turned into a child. Using your youngest daughter as a reference, you could guess that you been turned into a ____ girl.
"Are you ready to see your little sister?" The doctor asked the other person. You heard Phoebe respond with a tone that indicates that you should be afraid of what is to come.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." You hear Phoebe walk into the room. You flinched at the sight of her smirking and looking right into your eyes. "How are you doing, squirt?"
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