Umm... Help?

[silverhypnosis]

*Elizabeth sat in the mess hall. She'd considered making a coffee, but then wondered if that was a wise idea as she was now nine years old! She had all her memories and her maturity it seemed, but everything else about herself was different including her lack of mutation and sensitivity to light, probably a good thing as her sunnies were too big for her face. They weren't the only thing that were too big. Her clothes were hanging off her. She'd rolled her pants up as much as she could and her tops and jacket hang to her knees.

Now, Elizabeth was sitting at a table with a glass of milk and a biscuit, hoping she wasn't the only one effected.*

((OOC: sorry I haven't been around much, I haven't had internet access until last night. I was down visiting family and admiring my beautiful new baby cousin Lacey Beth!))