Eight-Year-Old Goth

As the four-year-old waved her hand, twinkling stars following its path, the once-teen-now-baby was again taken by an unearthly glow. She began to grow again, rising back up through childhood. Fortunately, Jennie seemed to get the spell just right, which was impressive considering this was her very first one.

Cassie stopped just at the proper age of eight; perfect for Kirk to have a swoop for her heart. At first glance, the only thing Jennie appeared to overlook with this transformation was a wardrobe change. The black-banged little girl was dressed in simply larger versions of what she wore as a baby; a skull-plastered black tank top and a diaper in her new size.

Once she was big again (or at least, not a baby), she ceased crying, taking a minute to collect her thoughts.

"Hey, I did it!" Jennie smiled big, hugging the over-sized spellbook.

"Yeah, that was really good." Though patting her friend on the back, Lilly giggled, looking at the shrunking goth, "Hehehe.... Too bad 'bout her clothes, though."

Kirk meanwhile looked alot happier about this, "Hey, as long as she's my age. We can get her some new clothes at the hou-"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

Jennie's victory was short-lived as the much-taller Cassie grabbed her dress and used it to pull her face close. The diapered eight-year-old seemed madder then ever, gritting her teeth angrily at the redhead as if to rip her apart at a moment's notice. Jennie for her part let out a frightened "Meep" and dropped the spellbook.

"There better be a way to fix this," growled the shurnken teenager. "Because if there isn't I'm gonna shove that book right down your throat!"

"Whoa, black-banged girl, calm down!" Kirk had held up a hand to ease his crush off a bit, "I mean, at least you're not a baby anymore."

"Yeah, don't get mad at Jennie 'causa this!" squeaked Lilly, frowning angrily. "It could be alot worse, so you shouldn't get your diapers in a knot!"

"What?" Cassie only blinked at this statement before she paid more attention to herself. One glance at new wardrobe and her expression of utter rage grew somehow more pronounced, "Oh, that's IT!"