"I HATE YOU! I WISH YOUR WERE THE LITTLE BROTHER AND I WAS THE BIG SISTER!" Kimberly screamed at the top of her lungs. There was a flash of green lightning and a deafening roar of thunder as the Stone in the twelve year old's hand granted her wish, flooding the Strasserman home with light. Bill barely had time to yell as the wave of light and sound hit him, and he felt himself begin to change.
When the light faded and Kimberly opened her eyes, she realized that...
Kimberly let loose a shrill scream of surprise and fear as the crash of almost other-worldly lightning and thunder shook the house, he tiny hands flying up to cover her head and the strange, magical stone dropping to the floor of the Strasserman's home. It bounced harmlessly off her foot before skittering across the hardwood floor and coming to rest near the base of the stairs. Whatever was happening she couldn't see however, due to the magical green flare washing out reality around her. The twelve year old simply sank to a ball and hoped that the storm hadn't turned into a tornado, and desperately wanted her mom.
But just like that, everything went quiet, and very, very still.
Kimberly peeked open one eye, then two from between her fingers and saw that the house was standing and she was still crouched on the floor and that nothing, thankfully, seemed out of place. In fact, it seemed like the thunderstorm outside was even breaking up! The roll of thunder and the roar of the heavy rains began to fade away as the dark clouds outside turned a shade brighter with every passing moment. After a moment, Kimmy was certain she was safe and she rose from her crouched position. She seemed completely fine from...whatever had happened. she was still her normal twelve year old self.
Only...
She looked up and saw no over-bearing, dumb head brother lording over her from the second floor landing. Suddenly, and despite her earlier outburst, she was suddenly worried again. Tornadoes could suck people out of houses, couldn't they?
"BILL! BILLY WHERE ARE YOU!?" She shouted into the empty house.
"WHAT KIMMY!?" Came a high pitched voice from behind her, and Kimberly spun towards the strange voice. Her face contorted once more into shock and surprise as she saw a tiny, almost half her size little boy with chubby glaring at her with tiny brown eyes. His hair was a easy to manage buzzcut, and he wore a very busy Avengers t-shirt and matching pair of shorts with no shoes covering the tiny, tiny feet and little toes. Kimberly didn't have to think about it, she'd seen enough family photos to know exactly who this tiny person was.
It was Bill! But he was a little kid! Kimmy didn't exactly know how old or really even try to guess, but it was clear he was much younger than she was!
"WHAT KIMMY!" The little version of her big brother yelled again, clearly no longer understanding the concept of 'volume control'. His much higher voice echoed off the high walls and ceilings of the Strasserman house and made Kimmy's ears hurt, but that didn't matter much as she began laughing at the top of her own lungs.
"OH WOW YOU'RE LITTLE! HA, NOW I'M THE BIG SISTER YOU LITTLE TWERP!" She cackled, placing a hand on Bill's smaller head and giving him a shove backwards, "NOW WHO'S THE BOSS, MORON!?"
The tiny version of Bill let loose an angry grunt as he stumbled backwards into the living room, where Kimberly could now see the slightly distorted, lagged-out television signal struggling to broadcast Teen Titans Go! once more, whereas before the power had been out and she'd been playing her game. That was weird. Well, less weird than her big brother turning into her little brother, but still weird. She could not wait to make Bill pay for all the times he was a mean big brother to her! A thought of Vicky the Babysitter from that cartoon Bill used to watch flashed in her mind as she started dreaming up all sorts of horrible things she could do to Bill. And then, once she had her fun, she could make him beg to be turned back to normal!
But then little Bill did something she wasn't expecting. At all.
The tiny six year old balled up a fist and socked Kimmy right in the stomach! The twelve year old gasped in pain as the air was knocked out of her, and she tumbled to the floor.
"I'M TELLING ON YOU!" Bill yelled as he ran off towards the kitchen, where, if Kimberly hadn't currently been loudly gasping to try to pull air back into her lungs, she would have heard the sounds of someone moving around. The little version of Bill stood defiantly in the entry-way to the large kitchen and pointed back at her fallen form as he screamed...