Time rewinds itself around you and suddenly everything feels like it's a dream. Sitting, up you think that it was all a dream. There was no remote and Christy certainly didn't fire it at you. Yawning, you lie down on your stomach and slide off your bed.
A pressure on your bladder and you end exiting out of your room and into the bathroom. Without thinking about it, you pull down your tights and panties and sit down on the toilet. It only takes you a minute to put it all together and the one thing you know for sure is that it wasn't a dream.
Realizing this, you also put it into place that you're not supposed to be sitting down to pee. "By why?" you ask yourself.
It comes to you as you finish draining your bladder and reach down to wipe yourself. "I'm a male," you tell yourself as you finish and slide off the toilet.
"What the hell is going on here?" you ask yourself and look into the mirror hanging on the bathroom door.
Peering back is a girl no older then five years old. Struggling against the wave of memories that flood in, ones that tell you that it is just you, your sister and mother living here, that your name is Nikki, you like Angelina Ballerina and Hello Kitty and that in the fall you'll be starting Kindergarten. "But that is all wrong. I'm a...."
But the sentence is unfinished as you catch yourself playing with your curly red locks. Scared, you pull up your tights and pink panties and wash your hands. As you do so, you figure out that the only to sort all this out is to find and get the remote back. "But how?" you ask the reflection in the mirror.
Having no answer, you twitch your pink dress about, thinking that you look like a ballet dancer. Shaking your head, you open the door and skip out into the hall. Halfway down the stairs, you are greeted by your sister, who asks in a sweet tone, "Nikki, will you play dolls with me? And then later, we can play dress up." At which point she gives you such sad, puppy dog eyes.