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As you turn to the right, you see a third door you hadn't noticed before, about halfway down the hall. Your curiosity overcomes your better judgment, and you head over to it, cautiously so as not to disturb anything else that might be lying in wait for you.
The room is rather plain, with dull gray carpet and unpatterned, off-white wallpaper. There is a bed and a desk, and a thin pair of folding wooden doors, the kind that of the open to a closet. Figuring that whatever is in there has to be better than a mere bathrobe, you walk over and open the doors.
A mighty gust of wind blasts the doors open just as you begin to open them. This gust lifts you into the air and tears all about the room. The wind produces a stinging, prickling sensation all over your body, and you are forced to close your eyes against the gale. And as suddenly as it came, the gust dies out. Yet you still remain suspended in midair, as though held up by an unseen force. Your bathrobe had been ripped off by the gale, and you feel a little weird suspended naked in midair like you are.
Barely a second after the gale has stopped, something small and white leaps out of the closet and attaches to your ankle. You yelp and try to kick it off, but to no avail. In fact, as you are kicking, the object is able to grab ahold of your other ankle, forcing your struggles to a halt. You are now able to recognize the object as a pair of silky underpants, fit for a young girl. You reach down to try to get ahold of them, but something catches your arms from behind, binding you as though in a headlock. As the undergarment slides up your legs to nestle snugly about your crotch, your arms are forced up, allowing whatever live clothing is holding your arms to force itself down over your body. Your arms are forced through the sleeves as it settles around you, and as it does you can see that it is a loose-fittting knee-length white dress. As the unseen force lowers you to the ground, two simple white socks latch onto your legs and pull themselves on, reaching halfway up your thighs.
As you get to your feet, you notice something odd. You're definitely smaller than before, and lighter too, and though you're still a girl, your breasts have vanished. It takes you a few seconds to figure out why: you've been de-aged! You are now a mere 7 or 8 years old! This is too much for you to handle. You stumble backward, overcome by dizziness, and collapse on the floor.
Written by Chaos Thunder
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