Gwen had been Tom's mistress for five years, but she wanted more to be his wife. But that was impossible since Tom's current wife Isis refused to grant him a divorce. So she arranged a meeting with Isis in hopes of changing Isis's mind.
"Face it, honey. Tom loves me more than you," Gwen said in a sarcastic tone while sitting on a chair in Isis's living room. "And how do you figure that?" Isis icily replied. "Compare assets, dearie. I'm more sophisticated; and besides, you couldn't fill my bras," Gwen chuckled darkly as she pointed to her D-cup chest and Isis's B-cup breasts.
"Is that all?" Isis said as she produced a golden cat medallion. "I have never seen anyone in a grown-up's body act so childishly arrogant. Let me rectify this mismatch."
Gwen just chuckled at what she thought was an empty threat, and openly laughed when Isis began to wave the medallion and chant words Gwen didn't understand. And then Gwen passed out. When she awoke, she made a shocking discovery. She was hugging a Barney doll, not something a sophisticated lady would do. Putting the doll down, she found her chest was bare, but it didn't matter, as Gwen had become so small and flat that she could no longer fill her own bra or Isis's for that matter. In fact, Gwen found that she had become so young that it was apparent to anyone that she couldn't even fill her own shoes.
"Looks like I withdrew all your assets, baby," Isis grinned, and added, "In case you're wondering, I'm descended from a long line of high priestesses dedicated to the Egyptian god Ka. Now is there anything else I can do for you?"
Tugging at the only article of clothing she still wore
a diaper Gwen meekly replied, "Me wet. You change?"
before breaking into tears.