Nikki managed to get her hands on the chronivac, but Max was able to use his larger size and strength to overpower her.
"Now you've done it," he snarled. "If you're going to be a brat you can be one."
"No! Max! Please."
Bio:
Name: Nicole "Nikki" Myers
Sex: Female
Gender: Cisgender
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 7 years old
Height: 3"9'
Weight: 50 pounds
Race: Caucasian
Bra size: None
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Half-Up, Braided
Build: Athletic
Outfit:
Head: Ribbons
Torso: Teal Sundress with bow, and butterfly print
Legs: None
Underwear: Basic Panties
Footwear: Girl's Pink Open-toed Sandals with Glitter
Accessories: Charm Bracelet, Beaded Flower Necklace
Mental
IQ: 25 (Average IQ; Seven Years)
Libido: None
Awareness: On
Personality: Girly Girl
Nikki became upset and began to cry, no longer in control of emotions. "It's not fair," she wailed while stomping her feet. "You can do stuff to me and I can't stop it." She said through tears, "I'm telling mommy." Nikki's regression in age and intelligence were obvious in her speech. Max taunted, "What are going to say? They not going to take you seriously. They're going to believe they playing pretend."
His comment caused Nikki to shed more tears. Their parents heard the commotion and saw their daughter in tears. Gina scooped Nikki into a hug. "What's wrong sweetie?" She became upset when Nikki told her that Max was being mean to her.
"Maximilian Steven Myers, how dare you make your sister cry." Max blanched, he knew when his mother used his full name that he was in deep trouble.
"Mom, I can explain."
Not listening to Max, Gina told her husband, "Lan, Honey. Why don't you take Max for a walk? I'll stay with Nikki." It was clear that it wasn't a suggestion.
"Come, Max. I think you need a lesson on respecting girls, and those younger than you." Max was gripped tightly by his father so he couldn't escape.