You're leaning over in the couch, your breasts dangling down, barely contained by the
embarrassingly small shirt when you hear the door lock turn. Then the door opens and you
hear something that fills you with dread:
"Freddy? I'm home the sleepover was canceled because Katie-" Your sister had just
rounded the corner and come face to face with 'Jasmine' trying to escape to the kitchen. You
lock eyes with your sister and for a moment you two are just staring at each other in
surprise.
"I'm calling the cops"
"Ellen no! It's me!"
She looks at the bimbo-ized Disney character, "Excuse me? "
You shuffle uncomfortably in your revealing outfit, "It's me, Frederick..."
"Okay I don't know what you're trying to pull you whore but I'm calling the c-" With a
thunderous explosion lightning leaps from your hand and strikes Ellen directly in the chest
and sending her crashing into the wall.
"Do not call me a whore, Ellen" You purr as you step over her limp body,
leveling a hand over her terrified face.
"Now what shall I do with you, sis?"