I couldn't believe this indignity. Grandpa gave ME the stone. I remember it being in my room. I remember having this cool stuff in MY very room. The injustice of it just made me seethe inside, and I wasn't going to let it continue. Peaceful approach? Hah. No need. She wouldn't resist me, I had made sure of that. I was just going to take what was mine. Nothing wrong with that.
"OK, Michelle, give me the stone." I said simply.
I began to march toward her with every intent of taking it back. I extended my hand patiently.
She moved as to take it out of her pocket but whipped it out suddenly.
"I wish you were a weak and docile girl!" she said as quickly as she could.
My stomach lurched at hearing those words again. I could already feel the change beginning, tingling all over my frame.
"What... What are you doing to me?!" I wailed in my rapidly changing voice.
"Much less than you deserved, you creep. Now sit down on the bed while I think things over."
