My name is Damian and I am a 35-year-old guy, I have short blond hair and brown eyes, I am 5'' 9' and weigh 110 lbs, which causes my body to look feminine. I have freckles around my nose and I wear glasses.
I have a little sister, she is 10-years-old, so she is in that age where kids get mischievous, which is bad by itself, BUT... what makes it worse, when it comes to my sister is, that when turned 10, she discovered that somehow she got magic powers. When she found out how powerful her magic is, she started to become more and more mischievous, because she felt so powerful. Her name is “Daisy”, she has smooth shoulder length blond hair, sky-blue eyes, her height and weight are average for her age. No one, not me, not our parents and not even her closest friends know about her power. Daisy despises me, I don't really know why, I assume it is because I am older and she maybe hates being the “baby” of the family? Maybe she is jealous of me for some reason? I really don't know. No matter the reason, I am unaware that, the second she found out about her powers, that I would become her “plaything” to use and test her powers on.
One day, it is June and it is a very hot day, I am visiting my family for the weekend, unaware that the weekend will change my life abruptly.
I am sitting in my old room in front of my computer, just surfing a little and watching some videos on YouTube, when my sister suddenly enters.
“Hey bro,” she says, “I want to talk to you.”
I roll my eyes and groan, I pause the video and turn around to face her, I don't notice the evil glint in her eyes as I ask, “what is it, pipsqueak?”
“Pipsqueak” is my nickname for her, I don't mean it in a bad way, I just enjoy annoying her, unaware that this time I might regret it.
Daisy grins and sits down on my bed, “well bro,” she starts, “on my birthday I found out that I have extreme magical powers.”
“Suuuure you have,” I say, thinking that she is just playing “pretend”.
“I am serious,” she says, grinning, “I decided to try them out on you! You always call me names and I am sick of being the “baby” of this family,” she continues.
I roll my eyes and let out a groan, “listen, pipsqueak,” I say, “I am not in the mood to play “pretend” with you. I am going to get myself a drink and something to eat, and YOU should call one of your pipsqueak-friends.”
I get up from my chair and start to walk towards my door, “not so fast, brother,” Daisy says and suddenly I feel myself stop and stand straight in the middle of my room, unable to move.
“WH-WHAT THE FUCK,” I shout.
Daisy gets up from my bed and walks in front of me, she turns to face me, she has a wicked smirk on her face. “You shouldn't swear in front of children, bro,” she says, “good thing mom and dad are out shopping and won't be back for a few hours.”
I try to move with all my might, but I can't even move a muscle, fear starts to creep up inside of me as I look down at my sibling, “pl-please Daisy,” I start, “I... I am sorry... pl-please don't do anything y-you'll regret.”
Daisy simply smirks, “hehe... The only one who'll regret something is YOU,” she says, poking a finger into my chest. She steps back and puts on a thoughtful expression, “what should I try out first,” she mumbles to herself, “I could turn you into a doll or other toy? How about I turn you into a little girl? Hmm... I also always wanted a puppy or a horse... decisions, decisions.”
I am so full of fear, that I can't find words to say, I just stare at my sister, terrified of what she'll turn me into.
Daisy suddenly smiles, “I made up my mind,” she says, “for starters, I'll be turning you into a... .”