“Mark, please, I’m sorry. I meant what I said this morning. I know I’ve been a terrible sister. I’ve been rude, and selfish, and hurtful. But I don’t want to be that anymore. Last night, I realized I just want to make you happy. I’ll do anything for you Mark, please open the door,” Evelyn begged as she desperately pressed her body against the door to Mark’s room.
Mark was in utter disbelief. What was she saying? Self reflection, remorse? These weren’t things Evelyn did. What was she trying to pull? Was this a really elaborate prank of some kind, or was she trying to get him to let his guard done so she could use him in some way.
Mark heard Eve begin sobbing on the other side of the door. “Please,” she whimpered, “please don’t hate me Mark, I’m sorry.”
Eve’s not this good an actress. She can’t just cry on command. Something it up. Mark opened the door and saw Eve curled up in a ball on the ground weeping. “Eve, what’s going on?” Mark asked in half concern, half suspicion.
“I-I just w-want to be a b-better sister to y-you,” she whimpered pathetically.
“You’re freaking me out Eve. Whatever it is you want, just tell me. It can’t be worth all this,” Mark sighed.
“I’m telling to truth,” Eve assured looking up at her brother. Mark could see prominent tears rolling down her cheeks. “All I want is to make you happy. I promise, from now on, I’ll be the best sister ever. Please let me prove it to you,” she pleaded, getting on her knees and wrapping her arms around his legs.
Eve would never, under any circumstances, belittle herself like this. This wasn’t natural. Mark looked at his laptop. It couldn’t be, could it? “Get inside and kneel down on the floor,” Mark ordered. His sister’s eyes lit up and she tripped over herself to do as he asked. Mark sat down at his computer and booted up the Chronivac. He highlighted Eve’s profile and checked her values. If Mark was going to believe this thing worked, he was going to need irrefutable proof. He scrolled down to Eve’s physical characteristics and selected her height. Currently 5 foot 6, Mark slide the slider over to the left. He hit apply and looked at Eve.
His younger sister let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly began to shrink. Her black tank top became baggy on her torso and her jeans loosened and slid down her waist. Now a full foot shorter, both Eve and Mark looked in astonishment at the change. Well, that was irrefutable.
“W-what?” Eve stammered. Mark slide the bar the other direction and hit apply. Another surprised yelp escaped her lips as Eve began to grow taller. She refilled her clothes in a matter of seconds before the fabric began to strain as her size surpassed her previous height. “Tight,” Eve groaned as she reached down to undo her pants button. The zipper was forced down as she continued to grow taller. Her face scrunched in discomfort, Eve reached behind her back and unclasped her bra to give her growing torso room. Now at 7 foot 4, Eve looked down at her enlarged body with bewilderment. “Mark?” Eve asked. It wasn’t clear what she was asking. Perhaps she just wanted to know if Mark was seeing this as well, or if she had simply gone crazy.
“Eve. Listen to me,” Mark sternly stated. Eve looked at her older brother, her eyes still filled with confusion with a hit of excitement. “You will never touch my laptop again. And under no circumstances will you tell anyone about this,” Mark ordered. Eve aggressively nodded. “Say it!” Mark demanded.
“I will never touch your laptop again, and I will tell no one about this under any circumstance,” she repeated.
“Good,” Mark smirked as he returned Eve to her original height. His sister gave an audible whine as she shrank back to 5 foot 6.
“A-are you gonna change me more?” Eve asked, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes twinkling.
“Why are you asking?” Mark questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Rubbing her thighs together, Eve swallowed before saying, “I want you to. Please change me however you want Mark. Make me perfect for you.” Mark stared at his sister as her face grew red. She clasped her hands together and rested them on her lap, waiting expectingly. “Please,” she added, bowing her head slightly and making a small pout.
“Perfect for uh, perfect for what?” Mark asked, heat rising up his neck and face.
“Anything,” she whispered. Mark turned away from Eve and rested his head in his hand on the desk. Was she asking him to make her his perfect sister, slave, … other.” Mark didn’t dare think the word. They were siblings, it was completely immoral and unlawful. He couldn’t possibly think of his little sister like that. Right? His heart thundered in his ears as he grappled with the moral dilemma before him. He could do whatever he wanted to her, she was asking him to. But she was only asking that because he’d already changed her to be completely loyal and attentive to him. Mark looked over at Eve to see she hadn’t moved an inch. She simply stared expectingly at him. Was he really considering this? Was he considering transforming his sister into his perfect…
Eve smiled at him and nodded her head, as if to answer his every unspoken question. She wanted him to. Mark swallowed a massive lump in his throat. His hand shook as he grabbed the mouse, Mark started with Eve’s…