A little time to think

I pulled the phone away from Chad's pumpkin sized head.
"I think I worried her enough to get her over here. Now we need to think of a plan." Chad said, little spit bubbles forming on the sides of his mouth.
"Jon, I know this is the oddest question you'll ever get, but can you help me roll over? My back is getting numb." Chad looked at me with pleading eyes. I wasn't even sure if I could. With Chad on his back, his enormous body still stood about four or five feet tall, peaking at the tip of his belly. I looked down at my skinny, delicate frame, then back up at Chad's face.
"Yea, you probably couldn't do it anyway." He said. I decided to give it a try, anyways. I started to push on his giant body, but got nowhere. The severe lack of strength in this body became all to appearant to me.
"Thanks for the try. You know, as far as little middle eastern girls go, you're kinda cute." Chad said. I quickly gave him the finger and rolled my eyes.
"Chup raho!" I retorted.
"No, seriously, man! You look like the little girl on the cover of the book Julie is reading. Actually you look exactly like her." Interesting, I thought. I guess since Stone Julie is only using the information she has from Julie, the little indian girl on the book seemed like a punishing thing to turn someone into.
"Mujhe kucch kehna hai." I said, once again forgetting my speech. Ah, hell if I'm going to be able to act that last revelation out. I decided that I should go and see what I look like, since there wasn't much else to do but wait. I clanked my bracelets around to get Chad's attention. He looked over and I started to point at my eyes.
"Look? At what?" He guessed. I then started to point at myself.
"Look? Look at your breasts? I don't know man, thats kinda weird." I threw my arms up in frustration.
"Darpana! Mujhe! Vichara Karana!" I spouted as I left for the full-length mirror in Julie's room. I closed my eyes as I entered the room, positioned myself in front of the mirror, and took a look. Chad was right, I was kinda cute as far as young hindi girls go. I was kinda skinny, but you could see my feminine curves already. Even though I knew I was alone, I did a quick look around anyways, and then proceeded to raise my shirt up. Yup, just as I thought, two little mounds, which were barely noticable unless I looked at myself from the side. They seemed awefully tender for their size. A put my shirt back down, then proceeded to shimmey my tight waisted skirt down. Underneath was a plain black silken pair of panties. I pulled these down just below my crotch and viewed my goods. I was almost digusted at myself when I realized I was looking at a 10-12 year old crotch, but then I started to feel the lips and the clit, shuddering at the sensitivity. I quickly pulled my skirt back up and started for the door when I noticed the book Chad was talking about. "The Hindu Princess" it was titled. "A tale of a Hindu slave girl who makes it to royalty." The back read. Oh, so I was the slave girl, I assume. Sure enough, a picture of a girl that looked and dressed exactly as I was now was displayed on the back. Maybe this clue will help us get rid of Stone Julie.