Aya sat cross-legged on her bed, the ancient coin glinting dully in the sliver of moonlight seeping through her curtains. Her laptop lay forgotten beside her, its screen dimmed. All her research was done — the arcane script translated, the conditions understood. The coin didn’t just grant a wish. It granted transformation. Through longing, it said. Through the need that burned so bright inside you, it rewrote your shape.
Aya’s longing was clear.
“I want to be a baby again.” Aya said to herself.
Possibilities rushed through her head, of what age, and who would be her caretaker. She didn’t care the details, but an idea of bringing a friend maybe two.
But should she tell Hana what about her other friend Yuzu. Both where into an online group who acted like babies, which Aya didn’t mind, but it Mike make this more interesting with other people.
Should I tell the others?The thought of being a baby again mad Aya tight in the chest and a strange excitement washed over her. It was all she could think about.
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