Abigail looked inside the blanket and let out a shriek- with a childish voice. What she saw was the small body of a five year old who was just a little bit taller than average. No no no! Even if her grandfather was doing everything in his power to reverse her sentence, rejuvenation was irreversible. The only way to be 23 again was to grow up.
Another girl was next to her. Obviously a Penitatas, and obviously sentenced to Y repression as she was checking inside her diaper. When she saw that, Abby quickly put her hand beneath the simple shift she was dressed in, but at least it looked like they had put her in a pair of cotton panties. Perhaps because the redhead looked to be slightly younger.
When a black-haired woman and brown-haired man approached the bed, Abby sat up and looked at them.
She crossed her arms. "I'll stay here until my sentence is reversed," she said haughtily. Then she'll stay with her family. She supposed a nanny will be hired to look after her, but she'd be quite free to do whatever she wanted.
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