Tracy picks you up and puts you on the computer desk, and then sits in the seat. She squishes her hands into her eyes and rubs her forehead.
'Oh my God, Timmy. This... This is too unreal. How on earth did this happen?
You shrug.
'I don't know, I blacked out, and when I woke up I like this! Oh Tracy, you don't think I'll be like this forever, do you?' you ask as you start to cry, imagining your life as the world shortest person, and all the challenges you'll have to face just doing everyday things.
'I... I don't know.' You're both crying now. 'How am I going to break the news to your mother?! Oh no... What if people find out about this? I'm never going to be able to babysit again!' Tracy whimpers. 'Surely there must be some way to change you back! Maybe some doctor knows, or a scientist or something!'
'Maybe it's like a spell in a book, or a potion. The library might have a book on that sort of stuff'
You both stare at each other, scared.
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