As you pick up the expensive and shiny little tiara, you highly
consider getting it for your sister's daughter's birthday. After a
long pause of thinking, you feel like a small static shock was just
sent through your body. The shock suddenly leads to dizziness, and
you fall on the floor nearly passing out.
As you recover and stand up, you notice that everything looks larger
than it did before. You look down at the tiara on the floor, and you
notice your hair and clothes have changed. With sudden panic and
confusion, you run to and look at the mirrored walls, and see that
you're no
longer yourself.
A little girl wearing a pink sundress, mary janes, and knee socks
about 18 months less than the age of your niece (who is about to turn
six) is staring back at you, and you realize that the little girl is
you! You run back with your childish legs to where you fell, and the
tiara is still there. Thinking it will change it back, you pick it up
and wait while you catch your breath. Nothing.
You think to yourself that you could be stuck like this
forever...forever...forever. As
you sit down on a child-size chair near you, you hear footsteps.
"What are you doing here, little girl? This store is closed."
You quickly assume the employee would ask you about your parents, and
you definitely don't want to get involved with the police. You
remembered there was a hair salon next door.
"I-Uhhh...sorry." You notice your high, childish voice. "I asked my
mom if I could come in here while she got her hair done, and the door
was unlocked."
Luckily, the employee isn't so mad. "Oh, that's alright, but I'm
going to have to ask you to leave and go back to your mother."
"Okay!" you say with a fake childish attitude.
"Hey, wait," the employee stops you. "For your troubles, you can keep
this." She hands you the tiara. You thank her and quickly leave the
store.
When you get to your house, which is only a block away, you knock on
the door. Your sister, whom you live with, opens the door. You have
to look up at her, as she now towers over you.
With a confused look she asks, "May I help you?"
You take a deep breath. "Ok, I know this sounds weird, but I'm your
brother, Sarah."
"What?! That's not possible, wh-"
"Yes, it is. This may sound crazy, but I AM Alex. I was in the new
toy store down the road, and I found THIS tiara for your daughter.
But when I picked it up, I nearly passed out. Next thing I know, I
LOOK like your daughter!"
She stares at you for a while. "Alex? Is that really you? You look so
cute!"
You sigh, knowing that someone like your sister would say something
like that. After a long, awkward pause, you figured you should say
something. "So, now what?"
Sarah thinks for a second, and grins. "Why don't we say hello to
Emily."
'Oh, great,' you think to yourself, 'Sarah's daughter will rave over
THIS situation...' As you start your way in, Sarah reaches down and
begins to pick you up.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
"Well you MUST be tired from all that walking. Besides, I carry Emily
around all the time. Not carrying you just wouldn't feel right."
"Alright, fine." You really don't care, because Emily will have to
find out SOME time.
She continues to lift you up, and proceeds up the stairs to Emily's
room. As she places you down you walk up to Emily.
"Hey there, Emily. It's me, Uncle Al."
"Uncle Al? But you're not a girl!"
"Well, I am now. You see it all started when....[story is
told]....and now I look like I could be your little sister."
Emily giggles, and the look on her face shows she has plans for
later. Sarah then interrupts. "Hey, I just remembered, I have to run
some errands. Come on, you two."
You protest. "Wait, why do I have to come? I know how to take care of
myself."
"You know me, Alex, I can't leave a child that's in my care alone,
even if it's my older brother."
You sigh. "I guess you're right. You're also going to treat me like a
child, aren't you?"
"Probably, It's not like I can help it!"
Emily giggles. As Sarah carries you out the front door, you look down
the road. Sudden shock arrives as you see that the toy store isn't
there anymore, as if it mysteriously disappeared.
You think to yourself, 'Oh no! What am I going to do! Now I'll never
figure out how to change back! AGH! Why did I leave the store?! I
could have asked the employee1 I could have-wait. I need to calm
down. Maybe being a little girl for a little while won't be so bad.
I'm sure I'll eventually find out...hopefully.'
Sarah places you into a child safety seat, and you know that it's the
law, so you don't argue about it. She does the same for Emily, and
the car is driven out the driveway.
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