As you walked onto the parking lot of the restaurant, you walked past a mother and her daughter. Curious to see how it'd work, you concentrated on the little girl and snapped your fingers.
The result made you chuckle.
"Mommy, I want a happy meal!" said your old body, looking at her mother, who was now two inches shorter then her daughter.
"Honey, I told you, they're only serving breakfast right now," said the mom politely, holding your old body's hand towards the restaurant.
"But I want a happy meal!" yelled the little girl in her guyish voice, stomping her foot.
You walked towards McDonalds, grinning. You now had the body of that little girl. You looked down at yourself, smiling at the pink dress you now wore.
You walked into the restaurant and made your order.
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