"Mommy?" a voice called, drawing the woman who had once been a young boy away from her reflection. She turned to find a young girl as familiar to her as her reflection.
Mary had shrunk since earlier this morning. Perhaps in all the excitement with Elizabeth and the boys she had not noticed the shift. She looked the proper size for a girl her age, which her mother knew to be six. She was tall for her age, with long blond hair hanging down her back.
More striking than Mary's appearance, was the reaction she provoked in her mother. A wave of love and affection washed through the new woman, just as it had the night before. She realized that Mary meant the world to her, and she would do anything to keep her happy and safe.
"Come here, sweetpea," Mary's mother said. She crouched down and spread her arms, and the young girl rushed into her embrace. Mary held on tightly, nestling tight against her mother.
It was then that a thought occurred to the new mother. Neither the fading memories if the big she was not her emerging identity as a grown woman knew how to change her and Mary back. To keep fighting the changes would simply scare Mary further and cause problems for the two of them. So while she might not be able to forget what was, she needed to focus on living her new life here, for her daughter's sake.
