(Part of an age regression story that I am making. This is from one of the last parts)

Lisbeth woke up. Not in a bed like last night... but a crib?! This couldn't be right! She thought that the shrinking would stop at preschool age... Now, by the looks of the crib, it seemed that she was no more than two years old. Lisbeth's mother strolled into her room. Like the past couple of regressive episodes, it seemed that her mother did not take any notice to the fact that her daughter had gone from four down to a year old.

"That curse..." Lisbeth thought to herself, "I wish I could have gotten to the computer in time to send out that chain mail, and lift the curse."

"Buenos dias, mijita!" Lisbeth's mother cooed, interrupting her thoughts.

She lifted little Lisbeth out of her crib. The kitten let out a whimper.... She never wanted to be this small again. Her mother saw that sad little face and seemed concerned.

"¿Dónde está tu sonrisa? Where is your smile?" Lisbeth's mother asked.

A couple of tears rolled down Lisbeth's face. Her smile was long gone.

"Awwww. I'll make it all better," murmured her mother, carrying Lisbeth to the changing table.