a romper

She guided her over to the dresser, where a selection of colorful, toddler-style clothes awaited. Rebecca felt a pang of nostalgia as she looked at the playful patterns and soft fabrics.

"Let's find something comfy for you to wear," Nanny Malory said, sifting through the clothes. She eventually selected a pastel pink romper adorned with little flowers. "How about this one? I think it'll suit you perfectly."

Rebecca nodded, trusting Nanny Malory's judgment. The woman helped her into the romper, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the rigid structure of her former adult clothes. Once dressed, Rebecca caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The image staring back at her was almost unrecognizable – a young woman on the brink of a new beginning.

Nanny Malory beamed at her. "You look absolutely adorable, Rebecca."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and a hint of pride. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling a tiny spark of confidence.