"Coming right down," Jeff shouted back to his sister, and started to crawl toward the stairs. He reached them and then took careful hold of the hand rail with both hands and awkwardly climbed down step by step.
When he reached the bottom, he saw his sister, Emily, standing in front of him. "Are you all right?" she asked him.
"Are YOU?" he replied.
From the waist down, Emily appeared to be a 20-year-old woman, with broad hips and long curvy legs filling her jeans tightly and ending in a normal pair of bare feet. From the waist up, she had the torso of a 10-year-old girl, as well as a matching pair of small arms and hands. On her chest, though, was a comparatively enormous pair of adult breasts, that seemed almost painfully pressed together to fit on her tiny ribcage under her tank top. They spread so wide in front of her that they nearly covered the view of her arms. Jeff could only imagine how impossible it would be for her to lift her arms in front of her without rubbing against those massive balls of flesh. Above all of that, she now had the head of a 10-year-old girl, but her voice had sounded older when she had spoken. Additionally, he was sure that her lips were much too large for her immature face. To make matters worse, she was still much taller than him.
"Um, Emily?" he said.
"What is it?" she asked helpfully and then knelt down in front of him putting herself at his eye level.
"How old are you?"
She smiled. "I'm 20, silly. You know that."
"And, I am...?"
"Four," she said and held up four fingers on her little hand. "See: one, two, three, four. That's how old you are, Cutie."
Jeff sighed, this nightmare had only gotten worse.
She kissed him on the forehead with her thick lips and then stood up and offered her hand to him. "Let's go back to the living room," she suggested. "I'll get us some snacks." He rubbed his forehead dry in quiet frustration at the situation. Realizing that she was not about to leave without him, he put one of his gorilla-sized hands in her little-girl hand, and let her lead him back to the living room. All the while, he was silently looking for a way out of this mess.
***
Upstairs, in Emily's room, the Chronivac waited, blinking its red light.