"Thanks for driving me here" Sarah said somewhat uncharacteristically.
"No problem. Do you want to take Anna with you? I'd imagine your friends would love to see her" Zoe gushed, though her mouth was in a smirk that only I could see.
I was fuming. 'You bitch' is what I wanted to scream, but I was forced to remain silent, praying that Sarah would refuse. No way I wanted to be seen like... this, even if nobody recognized me. It seemed Sarah agreed; she took one look at me and held her hands out as if saying 'hard pass'. "No thanks. Thanks again for the ride." She gave a slight nod in my direction, whether it was out of sympathy for having to wear such a hideous, exaggerated girlish dress, or whether it was better you than me, then she was gone. Immediately I turned on Zoe. Explosively.
"What the fuck, mom!"
"Language, young lady" Zoe cautioned.
"Don't play the 'mom card', mom" I snapped.
"Really? Says the girl that calls me 'mom'" Zoe said with a slight giggle.
"You know its these damn changes. Turn me back right now!"
"You know I can't."
"Yes. You. Can. Turn me back and get me out of this fucking dress before something happens. What is wrong with you?! Did you picture one of your goth dresses and turned it pink just to spite me?!"
"Joanna.. You know I already tried. You tried. Be honest with me. So you think you're ever be able to change back? That you're going to be a girl forever?"
Truthfully, I was beginning to feel that, but I wasn't going to say that aloud. Especially to Zoe when she was in 'mom mode'. I gritted me teeth. "Maybe, but.. hey! Even my partial admission was enough to trigger another change. Immediately, both my clothes and myself began to shrink. I pulled off my right glove and saw the stubby arm of a very girly girl that couldn't had been older than six. Zoe had turned to face me; her face frozen with shock. It only lasted for about ten seconds, as her shock was replaced by a slight smile. Worse than her reaction was the slight headache which i was beginning to believe as a sign of some kind of mental alteration. Shit.
"Seems you agree about being a girl..."
"Shut up, mom. Don't be such a meanie" I snapped.
"Well, you're starting to sound like the little girl you are" Zoe said.
"Am not" I protested.
"Take a look" Zoe teased as she held out a mirror. I could see that I had shrunken down to six and that my clothes, while looking awful on the ten year old me, looked perfect on the six year old version.
"You did this! You tricked me. Turn me back" I growled angrily.
"Happy accident, Annie. I was test the limits, but I'll take this but least I'm not going to age any more. Maybe I'll get slightly younger myself" Zoe gushed. "So are you feeling any more girlish? Want to play with dolls? Dress-up? Starting to think me 'mom' or 'mommy' instead of Zoe?"
I glared are her, fearful that I'd want or be doing all those things, or worse, before my face fell in shock. Zoe suddenly jumped in age, and seemed she gained what I had lost. She was clearly early thirties, more likely mid thirties now. Despite my own situation and anger, I found the irony extremely funny. I giggled.
"Why are you giggling, Annie?" Zoe demanded.
"Serves you right, mommy" I said childishly, deliberately sticking out my tongue. Zoe immediately stopped mocking my misfortune, and turned the mirror onto herself. She gave an ear piercing scream.
"I'm old! You did this. Turn me back right now, you fucking little brat" Zoe snapped.
"Language, mommy" I giggled, sticking my tongue out again.
