i was a very little girl, 6 years old. i had long curly blond hair. i stood up to look myself over, but then i noticed how short i was and realized this was bad. i was just about to get up and leave when i young girl, maybe 23, walked in and picked me up to put me back in the bed. "now carly, you know you aren't supposed to get out of bed yet." when she spoke it was in that motherly worrying but strict voice. i said okay. it was a long couple weeks there at the hospital, and i never had enough time alone to really look at myself. but when i was finally aloud to leave my new mother loaded me into the back seat and drove off. we arrived at a small apartment, 2 bedrooms, one for her and one for me. i went into my new room and found it to be an extremely girly pink color with stuffed animals and toys everywhere. it was quite overwhelming. i explored the room a little but found nothing of interest, so i decided that since obviously i was stuck in this body, maybe i should explore it. and i was about to when it hit me, i cannot possibly explore the body of a six year old. so what should i do.
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