As you entered your home, you were greeted by the shrieking of 4 toddler-age girls. Your parents quickly informed you that your little 5-year old sister was having a slumber party with her 3 best friend. Your parents, of course, we're leaving for the night, leaving you alone to watch over the tiny rascals yourself. Looking over their short statures, you were able to identify each of the girls.
The loudest and most spunky of the group was a blonde hair girl named Jessica. Because of her assertive attitude, she appeared to be 2nd in command when it came to your little sister groupie. Her golden blonde hair were tied into pigtails that stuck out from the side of her head. Her eyes were a deep blue, while her nose was like a button.
Next to her was the polar opposite. A tiny little girl with a brunette ponytail named Allison. She was a bit shorter than everyone else. Her fragile frame looked like it would break under any opposition. As a result, she seemed a bit more quiet and timid in comparison to the other giddy toddlers in the room as she watched her friends play with her emerald eyes.
The final friend was a wavy orange-haired girl named Rebecca. She had light freckles sprinkled over her face, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. She was the most giggly of the bunch, as her cheeks would maintain a cheerful glow. She also had the most babyfat, as she was a bit more chunky than her friends. You suddenly recall an image of her mother, who you had seen once before. She was a total MILF with an incredible curvy figure, and huge knockers. Looking at Rebecca's flat chest, you can help but wonder if she also carried the titty monster gene her mother had.
Lastly, there was of course your little bratty sister. She prided herself as being the defacto leader of her band of tiny hooligans. Under her commands, the four of them had always raised hell for you. Knocking down food, making a mess, kicking and screaming, the list goes on and on. You often grit your teeth and wonder when she would hurry up and grow up already. Maybe then at least you wouldn't have to watch over her anymore.
"Hey poopyface! We're bored!" You little sister smiled. The three cheerleaders behind echoed her childish insult.
"Is tat a dolly?" Jessica asked as she pointed at your newly bought voodoo doll.
You had almost forgot about the grow up voodoo doll clutched in your hand. Informing the girls that it is magical, and therefore not suited for kids to play with. You look back at the doll, and then back at the little girls before you. You begin to wonder if you should test this magically doll out. Who knows... you may be able to transform this night into something unforgettable...