Elliot looked rather nervous as he watched his watch counting down. An alarm started to beep, and he turned it off. "Remember, she's not me... don't blame me for anything she says or does... ". After another couple of minutes, it begins, with Elliot's hair rapidly growing passed his shoulders and getting paler. He begins to shrink down, being sucked backwards through his teens, his figure getting even more feminine. His top morphs into a short-sleeved white blouse, a red bow forming at the neck. His shorts open out into a skirt, the material shifting to a green plaid as it got shorter and shorter up his thighs. His socks crawled up his thin legs, becoming thigh-high, as a tug under the skirt completed Elliot's transformation into a
fourteen year old girl, but from the embarrassed look on her face, it was clear it was still Elliot for the moment.