When you wake up, to get up it costs you a little more, you have less strength, the bed seems to have been higher, when you are standing you feel lighter, you feel that your hair reaches your shoulders, you go to your mirror and seeing your reflection you give a high-pitched scream, there you see a little girl between 2 and 3 years old, wearing a jacket, under a t-shirt, without pants just wearing a diaper, you move your body feeling this whole body softer, more fragile and feminine.
Suddenly your cousin arrives, she looks at you in a tender and mocking way, saying that you finally woke up, now she will take care, you tell her renegadely to give you the lamp and return you to normal, she laughs at the so that you act, suddenly she can think of a way that you look even more tender and pretend seriousness, grabs some cat ears and your glasses and she puts them on you, you continue acting in a renegonated way, she still does not take you seriously, even laughing, then she tells you to calm down, be careful to get your diaper dirty very quickly, you blush with shame when you hear this, but you continue to demand that you return to normal, although not as capricious as before.