As you entered your home, you were greeted by the shrieking of 4 toddler-age boys. Your parents quickly informed you that your little 5-year old brother was having a slumber party with his 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 kids.
The loudest and most spunky of the group was a blonde hair boy named Johnny. Because of his assertive attitude, he appeared to be 2nd in command when it came to your little brother groupie. His golden blonde hair was cut in a spiky faux hawk style. His eyes were a deep blue, while his nose was like a button.
Next to him was the polar opposite. A tiny little boy with brunette curly hair named Alan. He was a bit shorter than everyone else. His fragile frame looked like it would break under any opposition. As a result, he seemed a bit more quiet and timid in comparison to the other giddy toddlers in the room as he watched his friends play with his emerald eyes.
The final friend was a wavy orange-haired boy named Ryan. He had light freckles sprinkled over his face, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. He was the most giggly of the bunch, as his cheeks would maintain a cheerful glow. He also had the most babyfat, as he was a bit more chunky than his friends. You suddenly recall an image of his father, who you had seen once before. She was a total DILF with an incredible size, and huge muscles. Looking at Ryan's chubby stomach, you can help but wonder if he also carried the muscle freak gene his father had.
Lastly, there was of course your little bratty brother. He prided himself as being the defacto leader of his band of tiny hooligans. Under his 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 he would hurry up and grow up already. Maybe then at least you wouldn't have to watch over him anymore.
"Hey poopyface! We're bored!" You little brother smiled. The three boys behind him echoed his childish insults.
"Is tat a toy?" Johnny asked as he pointed at your newly bought voodoo doll.
You had almost forgot about the grow up voodoo doll clutched in your hand. Informing the boys 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 boys 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...