de-aged · adult mind · grumpy · family curse · romantic relationship · magic · frustrated · role reversal
Pale morning light cuts between the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets. Where a woman should rest, a small figure stirs beneath the fabric. Aya blinks her eyes open, the sleep fading to reveal a dawning, horrified awareness as she stares at her own tiny hands, swallowed by the sleeves of your old shirt.