"Okay. Do what you have to do" you beg. While you don't like the idea of being a girl, you hate the idea of being a toddler as well. Hayley leads you to her room, and tells you to sit on her bed. You find it weird, since you're so small.
Hayley starts to play around with some chemicals. If you didn't know better, you would think she is playing with one of those chemistry sets. After ten minutes, she has a small beaker of revolting looking grey sludge. First you thing she is going to splash you with it, but instead, she wants you to drink it. You screw up your young face, and shallow it. If tastes as disgusting as it looks, but you know it is having some effect.
"I need to call Mom. She is buying you so new clothes." Hayley says. "Why can't you just magically make me some clothes?" you ask, glad your voice isn't as babyish as it was earlier. You notice you're still aging, and you guess you're about 6 now, and getting older. Hayley replies "Sorry, John, but we both need all the magic to reverse the initial spell. We can't drain yourselves dealing with clothes, and besides, we like clothes shopping." You fall silent, unsure how to respond.
Finally, the aging stops and you see that you are about
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