She clicks her fingers and you start to feel funny. Sandra begins to get larger. Actually, the whole room grows larger around you. You realise that it's not everything else that's growing, you're shrinking.
Your clothes quickly become too loose. Your pants fall down before you have a chance to grab them, however, by then your t-shirt reaches past your knees anyway.
Finally it stops. Your t-shirt just hanging off your shoulders, most of it is bunched up on the floor around your feet. The room feels huge around you.
"What happened?" you ask, looking up at Sandra.
"I made you two years old." she informs you.
"Well turn me back." you demand.
"No." she says. "Only children believe in witches and I want you to believe."
"I believe you." you say.
"Because you are a child." She smiles, reaching down to pick you up, naked, out of your discarded clothes. "I think we'd better get you something in your size." She carries you down the corridor to a spare room.
She opens the door. The formerly empty room is now set up for a small child. There is a toddler-sized bed against one wall. Sandra places you on this. "Wait here sweetie." She opens a drawer and to your horror, pulls out a disposable diaper.
"You want to put me in a diaper?" you ask.
"Of course." she says, unfolding the diaper as she approaches. "You're not potty trained yet."
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