"Let go, Bill!" cried Kimberly. "You always think everything is yours. I wish I had a little sister instead of you!"
Abruptly, Bill stopped fighting his sister. He felt a strange rumbling wash across him, affecting every muscle in his body. He tried to clamber to his feet, but found... he was now... different.
For starters, Bill was now considerably shorter than before. He now had to crane his head up to look at his younger sister.
In the second place, Bill was now wearing girl's clothes. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with the word "Princess" stretched across it in pink glitter. His blue jeans had morphed into a pair of dark pink shorts. And he wore a pair of lacy, white ankle socks with a pair of pink ballerina flats.
Bill looked up at his little sister, now towering over him.
"Y-Y-You changed me into a little girl!" Bill cried, with the voice of an eight-year old.