Brooke stands up and looks you over.
"You know, you are cute. But I wish that you were even more cute, like a full anthropomorphic bunny. With soft white fur covering your whole body..."
"Brooke, wait...." you begin to plead. But it is too late. Your whole body itches as white fur sprouts across your whole body, slowly growing longer and thicker.
"With cute little long bunny feet..." Brooke continues, smiling madly.
You feel a brief pain in your feet, as they erupt from your shoes and stretch into the long slender rear paws of a rabbit. Your legs shift to accommodate your new feet, your forelegs getting thinner, your calves smaller, as your thighs grow thicker with added muscle. You now find yourself balancing on the ball of the pads of your new feet.
"And of course you have to have those cute little buck teeth. Not too big, but even to be noticeable. That would be adorable, " says Brooke.
Your tiny pink nose twitches as your mouth stretches just a little longer, forming a short snout. Your teeth tingle as they stretch longer, growing thicker and extending just past your upper lip.
Brooke walks around you examining her work. She pouts, as if she is not yet satisfied.
"Something is missing. You are cute, but we have just not reached perfection yet. Ah! I have it! You are still too tall. You would be much cuter if you were just a bit shorter," says Brooke as she places a hand on the top of your head.
You feel a little dizzy as she gently pushes down on your head. The world around you seems to get bigger and bigger. You look up at Brooke, slowly looking more like a giant to you as you continue to shrink. You beg her to stop, but she only continues to smile. Finally, she lets go of your head.
"There, now you are perfect. The cutest little bunny a girl could ever hope for, " says Brooke with a smile.
You look around the room. Everything seems bigger now. You feel like a child in an adult's world. You can't be more than three feet tall.
"Brooke, this isn't funny! Change me back right now! I don't want to be a bunny, I don't want to be a girl, and I don't want to be your sister, " you say angrily, repeatedly stamping your large paw on the ground in frustration.
Brooke chuckles at the sight. Your voice is too high to sound threatening.
"Oh, that is precious. You are just too adorable. But I am afraid you are right. I don't think you can be my sister anymore. No one would ever believe that we were related now. But they might believe that you are my pet, " says Brooke as she bends down to look you in the eye. There was a mad sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh no, please not that! I'll be your sister, " you beg.
Brooke chuckles again.
"I am afraid it is too late for that. I wish that you were my pet," says Brooke.
You feel a cold shiver run down your spine, raising goosebumps underneath your fur. Nothing seems to happen. Then you feel a tight choking sensation as a collar forms around your neck. A leash slowly follows, appearing out of thin air. The end of the leash drops into Brooke's open hand.
Brooke squeals with delight.
"Oh, this is perfect. My very own pet bunny. Won't all the other girls be jealous? Come on, let's go home. I can't wait to show them," says Brooke, tugging on your leash.