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Renee groaned a bit, looking at the bathroom counter in front of her. She couldn't really expect much, to be honest. She was using a public bathroom in the middle of a park outside of a concert, so she couldn't really expect a clean surface... She looked around, trying to find somewhere to put her bag so that it wouldn't get soggy from the wet surface. When it almost seemed hopeless, she spied a baby station hanging on the wall. With a sigh of relief, she walked over, opening it and setting her bag on it.

As Renee walked back over to the mirror, she heard a banging on the door. "Occupado, fuckwats!" Renee yelled behind her, as she leaned in, observing herself. Red mohawk, green eye shadow, purple lipstick... A loose tanktop, cut up in Renee's boredom, and some fishnet stockings, on top of a pair of high heeled boots. Renee smiled to herself, walking over to her bag, her bottom swaying in her black leather skirt. It wasn't a very normal look, but it was HER look, and she loved it! "Just gotta fix my eyeliner..." she said, looking around the bathroom, "Ugh, I need somewhere to sit... Toilet is filthy... Maybe...?" she said to herself, as she observed the baby changing station. She reached down and grabbed it, shaking it slightly. "Hm... This'll probably hold me..." she said, before hopping up, sitting on it.

Humming to herself, she reached over to her bag, rustling around inside of it. "Now where is that damn pen..." she said to herself, before suddenly stopping, feeling something odd. "... What the hell?" she said, as she grabbed the object, pulling it out. Clashing with her rather punk image, in her bag was green stuffed cat, looking slightly worse for wear. "Why do I have a... Wait a minute..." she said, staring at it.

Realization quickly came to her, as she looked at the small stuffed animal. "... Boo-boo?" she said, very quietly to herself, her eyes widening. It was a shock to her, because the plush she held now was a spitting image for the stuffed cat she had when she was really little. She had had it through potty training, preschool, losing her first tooth, entering the first grade... She thought she had lost it in the park, but here it was, grasped in her hand.

Renee was speechless, simply staring at the raggity, nostalgic object. She only snapped out of it when she felt a rather odd sensation below. A shiver went up her spine, as she looked down, suddenly feeling moist. "Wha-? I thought this thing was clean!" she said, reaching down under her bottom to feel. Where she expected to feel a cold pool of water, she instead felt a warm wetness... That seemed to be growing more and more. "Oh, no way! Am I pissing myself?!" she said out loud, going to jump off the table.

She couldn't, though. Not that she didn't try, though. Something kept her glued to the spot, unable to move... She grunted a few times, pushing against the table, before sighing, slumping over and looking down. As she stared at the ground, she saw a small silver object fall from her face, bouncing on the ground. "What the...?" she said, reaching up. Where her eyebrow ring used to be, she felt only plain skin, no hole to speak of. She went to grab her portable mirror, before wincing, reaching up again. On by one, each of her piercings were slowly forced out, falling to the ground in front of her, out of her reach...

"The fuck is going on!" she said, feeling all over her face to see what was happening above her neck. It felt smooth and unblemished, no more piercings or gauges... Something else felt odd, too... She reached into her bag, digging around before pulling out the small mirror, opening it up. "That FUCK?!" she yelled, as she viewed herself. Her entire face was plain, the make up she had taken an hour to apply completely gone... And as she slowly tilted up, she saw the tall mohawk she had had onlly moments before hanging down, looking more like a normal haircut... And before her eyes, she saw the red hair grow down her shoulders, before binding themselves into two pigtails on either side of her head...

She slowly moved the mirror away, before finding another unpleasant surprise. Her black torn top and leather skirt seemed to have disappeared, being replaced by a pastel blue dress that only came down to her waist. While she was still wearing stockings, instead of the sexy fishnets, instead they were a pale white and went up to her knees, complimented by the pair of black mary-janes on her feet.

Renee was speechless. Where a punk princess sat only moments before, now stood a, well... Pretty Little Princess! She felt humiliated to be dressed like this, and as she tried to push herself off, she found that she was STILL stuck! "What the H is going on?!" she said, before scrunching her face in curiosity, "And why am I suddenly censoring myself...?"

It was only at that moment that she realized that she was still grasping the ratty, green stuffed cat doll. Slowly, she lifted it up, looking at it more closely. "... Did you do this?" she asked, before gasping, feeling the oddest sensation by far. It was like she was in an elevator, slowly going down, as the world seemed to grow around her. She instinctively hugged the doll close, watching as her body became smaller and smaller, losing the impressive chest she had... Her wide hips rippling away... Her thick thighs becoming shorter, her small feet becoming even smaller...

It was a few minutes before Tiffany, the next girl in line for the bathroom, became frustrated and pushed on the door. To her surprise, it came open right away. "Wha-?" she said, looking in in confusion. Where she expected to see some kind of offended teenage punk, like the most of the people at this show, instead she saw a small girl, hugging a stuffed animal, looking confused on a changing table, next to a diaper bag.

"Aww, are you alone in here?" Tiffany asked in a soft voice, walking over, "Where's your mama?"

"Boo-boo..." was all that Renee said, before blushing and putting her thumb in her mouth, suckling. Tiffany smiled, patting her head. "Well, let's get you to the lost and found, so we can find her!" she said, reaching down to pick her up. She jumped slightly as she felt the seat of the dress, before smiling softly. "Oopsie! Looks like someone is a little wetsy! Here, let's get you in a fresh diaper before we find your mama!" She said, laying her down. Renee could only suck her thumb as she was laid down, the soggy diaper underneath the dress untaped. "Boo-boo..." she repeated, hugging the stuffed animal close