You poke your head back into the bathroom. Jane had stopped urinating, but hadn’t left the toilet yet. You swallow. It had to be Jane that changed you into a girl. There wasn’t any other explanation. It happened after you talked to her and she complained about you not leaving the toilet seat up, so logically she used some kind of magic as revenge. Was Jane a witch? Maybe she would tell you if you asked.
“Jane?” You ask awkwardly.
“Yes.” Your sister responds. (Nothing changes.) Jane grabs a piece of toilet paper and whipped between her legs.
“Are you a witch?” You blurt out then covere your mouth.
“Yes.” Jane responds as if it was nothing. (Reality changes giving Jane magic powers.)
You stand there stunned. “Have you always been one?”
“Yes.”
Jane stands up off the toilet, you block your eyes but notice as Jane snaps her fingers and her panties and skirt make there way up her legs all on there own. She brushes past you washing her hands. “Do Mom and Dad know?” You ask.
“Yes.” (Unknown to you, several photos and videos around the house, in scrap books, and on phones alter to Jane learning magic. Casting her first spell at age 3. The first time she rode on a broom. Creating a water spirit in the pool. Crayon drawings of magic circles. Her first potion brewing attempt etc.)
You stand there flabbergasted as Jane gets ready to leave. You have one last question that you shout before she leaves the door way...