Your change

You glance at the changed Fred, who is a little taller than you now. Looking down at yourself, you see that you're still clearly female, but smaller. You're wearing a modest ankle-length plain dark blue dress, and on your feet are white socks and sneakers.

You look to the mirror and see that you've become a 15-year-old girl, petite and decently pretty but plain. Your hair is long, brown, and unkempt. Your eyes are blue and you're wearing glasses.

You glare at Fred, who just smiles gently. "I've always wanted to be a mother," she says, "and it seems you get to be my nerdy teenage daughter."

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