"I don't want to play a different game, Stacy..." Emily pleaded. "I just wanted..."
Stacy stopped her. "It's someone else's turn to be the mommy."
Emily shuddered, worried about what Stacy would do to her...and to someone else. Stacy turned her attention to the only other person in the room, not counting her new mother, Linda, who seemed oblivious to the happenings.
"I think Mikey is much more grown up than you," Stacy said. "And knows lots of stuff you don't know..." the girl told her.
Emily felt a mild headache starting at her temples. "No..."
"Yes, Emmy..."
"My name's not..." a sharp pain hit her in the temples.
"Everyone calls you Emmy..." Stacy said. "except your Mommy." Stacy said.
Emily looked down at her..Stacy seemed to be growing, the distance from her chin to the girl's head shrinking. She turned and stumbled over to where Mikey was sitting. "Help me..." she said.. "She's..."
Mikey stood up, and he too was growing....or so she thought before she realized something. She was shrinking.
