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Clementine hadn't thought twice about trying out that weird machine. It seemed fun at the time, getting a fortune, even though she hadn't really understood the message that came out of it. Something about being stronger or something like that - she had stuffed it in her pocket and promptly forgot it was there. That night, she got in her long gown pajamas - it had a big sleeping bunny on the front of it, and was her favorite - and went to sleep.

The next morning, everything seemed wrong.

At first, she was so half-asleep she almost thought it was a dream. That lasted all of a few seconds, until she realized she was staring down at herself from where she was laying, still tangled up in sheets, and not recognizing at all what she was looking at. Her same clothes were still on, but much shorter - barely covering her much larger body. She sat up, her heart pounding, and for a moment all she could do was look.

When she realized it wasn't a dream, she practically scrambled, nearly tripping twice, all the way to Andrea's room. It was still early, so she was still asleep. Waking her up wasn't something she liked doing, but she didn't know what else to do.

"Andrea?" she called, her voice quivering with panic.

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"Well, it's not natural, whatever it is," Andrea said, considering. "And she might be able to. She's from the same place Spike is, where monsters and magic are real, so she might have a much better idea about what to do."

Any idea would be more than Andrea had right now. She felt completely useless, unable to think of anything that might have caused this to happen.

Clementine nodded. She obviously was going to do whatever Andrea wanted her to do. She was just glad she believed her and didn't think she was a big liar. She hadn't seen herself but she knew she looked really different. Nervously playing with the end of her now too-small pajamas, she frowned.

"None of my clothes will fit now," she said. It was okay in the apartment, but she couldn't go outside like this.

Andrea finally managed a laugh at that, then rubbed both her hands over her face before she grabbed the elastic from her bedside table and pulled her hair back off her face. "We'll find you something," she said, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs off the bed. "You're probably about the same size as me now."

That was strange enough, but it looked to be true, too.

"Okay," she replied. When she was younger, she used to play dress up in her mother's clothes. They were always too big for her, of course, but it was strange how she was suddenly reminded of that at just the thought of wearing some of Andrea's clothes.

Leaving Bailey sleeping on her bed, she stood up too, clasping her hands behind her back. Maybe things would be alright, for now. She just hoped it wouldn't last too long.