Erika rubbed her snot over the doorknob to her brother's palatial room, so much larger than her own tiny space. No matter--after the transformation it would be Erik's. She spat in her brother's sports drinks, thinking of how Erik would marry off his new sister to the most brutish man available, She flexed the new muscles in her arms as she rubbed her spittle all over her brother's chair and pillow. She wondered how her new sister would enjoy learning how to cook and do laundry and please men in girl's school. She sneezed a couple of times in her soon-to-be former brother's room.
Just then she heard her father grunt and groan as he returned to consciousness.