I remembered that my mother was baking cakes today, I told Sara she agreed that it might be amusing to see a dimished cathy under the thumb of my mother. We led her to my mothers house, she opened the door and looked at cathy stunned, she looked a little silly with the pigtails and the braces even more so was her flat chest, she had never noticed how flat she was until now, "hi cathy" she said with cold disdain she had never like cathy she was full on ignorant gossip and a real bitch most of the time.
Sara interjected "Hi could you take care of the little brat for a while"
My heart beat several beats as my mother gawped trying to puzzle over the request.
I wished, that my mother would believe that Aunt Cathy was only twelve years old and yet was still mother to Sara.
Her puzzled look faded and she led Cathy into the kitchen, I sat down on the couch with Sara and began flicking through the stations on the TV.
I heard my mother request Cathy to put on an apron she giggled like a child but with her deep womanly laugh.
I came to the door of the kitchen and watched my mother impart her knowledge of cooking onto the young Cathy.
Cathy was taking well to the role of young girl she asked many questions as she lapped up the motherly love my mom was giving her, I considered how well she might grow up with this new knowledge infact I considered if Sara gave her less of a hard time they might form a better bond if and when I grew her back to her proper mental age she might treat her duaghter better, hell she might treat my mother better.
I continued watching Cathy as she mixed the cake mixture, every now and then she would take a little taster, even I couldn't help thinking she looked cute when she left left a smear on her nose, yeah I admit watching a 39 year old woman acting like a preteen was wrong, but it was the first time in years she hadn't been a bitch to me, my mother or Sara.
My Mom luaghed lovingly and wipped the cake off her nose, she tweaked her cheek with a smile and said "save some for us young lady".
Cathy giggled and pouted in her unusual way, Sara came to the door and said "this is getting boring she is enjoying this", I replied "she is, shame you can't see how good this is for her"
"No I don't actually, I thought taking her back would embaress her but here she is having fun"
"Yeah but she is not bossing you about in fact she is actually quite a nice person, if she had grown up with the love my mother could give her she might become a decent person she would at least respect my mother after being such a mother figure in her life"
"Yeah what am I meant to do while my mother plays happy little preteen" questiened Sara almost fuming
"I don't know help", I answered with some amusement.
Grudgingly she agreed, I couldn't help wondering how much better this could get as I watched Sara put on an apron and begin to help out.
I was definately amused at how easy she treated her own mother as a younger sister, I hadn't wished for that but a mutual understanding had formed, Cathy knew,felt and enjoyed being the youngest member in the room.
Time passed and the cakes were put into the oven my mother suggested a game, twister declared Cathy bouncing on the spot I choked a luagh as I rembered how her firm breasts would have bounced had they still been there.
I said maybe we should call some people to join the game....