Up until around mid-evening yesterday, Chloe Bourgeois's life had been completely perfect.

She'd had her own hotel suite, thousands upon thousands of fashionable outfits to wear, a meek lickspittle of a 'bestie' to do her every meager bidding and the natural clout to turn heads at any swanky party lucky enough to have her as an attendee.

(Although, whether this attention was negative or positive by definition was quite an open question).

In fact, if she wasn't forced to give up her right to a Miraculous and by extension, the right to be a superhero, her privileged existence would be hard to improve upon.

Never mind, she'd reflected before drifting off that fateful night. When Ladybug sees what a mess Paris is in without me, she'll beg me to return to the role of Queen Bee! It's what I was born to do, after all! Well, that and be the world's joint top model along with Adrikins, but that's for the future! What a power couple we'll make on social media! Anyway, tomorrow is a new day and time for a fresh start. Those fools that hate me now will soon love me again, mark my words! Goodnight all… zzzzz

Most of Chloe's hollow brags and boasts could be chalked down to pure egotism, utter hyperbole from a young girl who'd hardly ever been told 'no' in her life.

On this occasion however, when she claimed tomorrow was a 'fresh start', she wasn't just spouting nonsense that wasn't going to come true.

Alas, from her new perspective, the meaning of that phrase was about to unfold in a way which was completely unintended…

And unwanted.

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Chloe's first clue that something was very wrong was when she heard a loud array of voices coming from all around her. As much as she enjoyed the fawning of her loyal fans on the rare occasions she dared set foot in the city without her limo, she certainly didn't want to be woken up by their raucous cheers at the crack of dawn. She tried turning over in bed, to command them to 'shut up' until she felt ready to face their justifiable worship.

Hang on, why is it so hard to move my body? Chloe realized, as her attempts at motion were swiftly curtailed by her sheets. I don't remember being tucked-in so… wait, why is it so cold? Am I outside? What is going on around here?!

The (by now slightly panicky) blonde tried opening her eyes, but this also seemed a much more arduous task than usual. When she did eventually prise her eyelids up, her sight seemed much poorer than normal… she was able to make out basic shapes and outlines, but both her color range and long-distance vision were lacking to say the least.

She could just about make out that she was surrounded by giants… like everyone in Paris had sprung up six feet overnight to tower over her. What made it even worse is that each one of these grotesque monsters was staring intently at her, which usually she would've liked… but in this frightening scenario, nothing short of terrifying.

"Please don't eat me!" She tried to reason with them, as though her non-compliance with their appetite could help end the horrible nightmare. Instead of enunciating those exact words however, what actually emerged from her mouth was little more than a barely-detectable gurgle.

"That's not what I meant to say!" Chloe attempted to shout in horror, and instead of a gurgle this time, what emerged was a scream.

This scream was quickly followed by another, then another, followed by an outpouring of tears that despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to stop. The blonde didn't even know she could be this loud, not even during one of her (many) tantrums at home or school had she even approached this decibel level.

If I didn't think this was all some hugely disturbing dream, I would be so mortified at humiliating myself in front of all these strangers, she tried optimistically reasoning with herself.

Fortunately, some kind soul eventually rescued her from the midst of this ogre gathering, and Chloe felt herself being gently lifted into some kind of nice-smelling building, before a door was shut behind her.

Because of her ongoing sight problems (she hoped that she wouldn't need glasses like that unstylish nerd Sabrina) it was still very difficult to know where she was or the identity of her savior, but she planned to thank them before she woke up…

...As long as she could learn to speak before then, of course.

Besides, right now other noticeable things were starting to bother the out-of-sorts blonde. Like, when she was crying up a storm outside… her mouth felt different.

For instance, she appeared to be missing most of her teeth, and the ones that were there seemed much smaller than before. How am I supposed to make it on the catwalk with a gummy grin?! She'd internally growled, but her problems didn't end there.

Her arms and legs felt much shorter, her expensive nightgown had been replaced with some kind of cheap cotton onesie, and for whatever reason her toned tummy seemed to have taken on board a large amount of baby fat. It was as though her daily calisthenic and Pilates sessions for the last nine years hadn't even happened.

Please tell me this isn't happening, please tell me this isn't happening… The panic which had already set into Chloe's already frantic mind was now about to erupt into full-blown hysteria. But what really crowned it was when she put her hand on her head, as if to comfort herself back to reality.

Wait… my hair! My precious, beautiful, smooth-as-silk hair! How? Why?! Yep, this was the final straw. Ironically enough, her new much-shorter hair felt a lot like freshly-cut straw, in terms of its arrangement in tufts rather than anything resembling a proper haircut.

Out of all the atrocities and humiliations Chloe had experienced before now, that was by far the most soul-destroying. She loved her hair almost as much as her own parents, so to feel it reduced to this state like someone had taken a lawnmower to her scalp, it was enough to make her…

As it turned out, poop herself.

….

In such a state of mental disorientation was Chloe at this juncture, she could barely recall the next few minutes.

Suffice to say though, that the forced stripping, the public nudity, the feeling of being probed by something tissuey and moist around her groin area and the slipping-on of a fresh diaper were not memories she hoped to hold onto for posterity.

Maybe it was best she was in an almost catatonic state. Dwelling on such matters would inevitably make them harder to come to terms with later.

At least she made one major breakthrough. It was still hard for her to make out anything in clear detail, not to mention even understand exactly what anyone was saying (her ears seemed to be suffering from the same state of underdevelopment as her eyes).

While being subjected to the trauma of having her underwear changed however, the lady who carried out the unpleasant task was close enough to Chloe for her to know that she'd seen her somewhere before. (She's definitely Japanese. Or Chinese? I don't know, I always get the two mixed-up)

Soon after the deed was done though, Chloe caught sight of another individual she was much more familiar with, thus instantly removing all queries about where she was and who is was with.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng! She'd snarled with utter disgust, only it had emerged more as 'goo-goo-ga-ga-goo-ga' (or words to that effect). Are you responsible for this outrage?! Wait 'til Daddykins finds out what you've done to me… I don't care if this is some kind of bizarre hallucination, I'll get you! You just see if I don't!

Sadly, as hard as baby-Chloe tried to portray an air of intimidation and threat, her adorable babbling and funny expressions just made her even cutesier. Despite initially being able to avoid Marinette's outstretched arms, it wasn't too long before the blonde was scooped up to have her bare belly tickled by the now much older girl.

S-Stop it… I-hate this… when I'm myself again, you're gonna d-die… is what inner Chloe was thinking, while outer Chloe found the whole experience much more pleasurable, judging by the shrill laughter and cooing she emanated.

Then, as if the whole 'ordeal' had been too much for the newly micro-sized Chloe, she felt her eyelids begin to droop, even as Marinette began to snuggle her face against hers. In fact, she couldn't stay awake a second longer, and her last thought before falling into a deep, blissful sleep was that when she eventually came to, the last horrific hour or so had purely transpired in her mind.

Hopefully, she could return to ruling over Paris as its one and only true Queen at the earliest possible opportunity.

Good luck with that.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we go with the next part, introducing a new point of view. Expect to hear more from Chloe later… for now though, it's goodnight from her… and from me. :)