"Zoe! I'm not five!" I squeaked in both annoyance and fright. Annoyance since Zoe knew I hated this and that I knew she would absolutely kill me if I did it to her, Fright, since I knew being turned into a five year old was a real possibility, especially with all the magic slowly affecting both of us. I hated to admit it, but with my small breasts and even petite body, I looked younger, at most 14 whereas Zoe looked older. Not old enough to pass as a parent, but maybe old enough to be a big sister. The thought made me frown.
"I know that, but you have to look presentable" Zoe said as she passed me my panties.
"Presentable!? When did you care about being presentable? Being goth doesn't lead to caring what others thought of you!" I spluttered, tossing away my towel, and revealing my changed body once more. I was too annoyed to care, or to be embarrassed.
"Anna. You're a girl now..."
"Trust me, I know" I said sourly as I put on the panties. I made no movement to get the rest of the clothes though.
"Really? Put on your bra" Zoe smirked.
"I don't need it" I said, even though I knew it would need one now. I just didn't want to do things on Zoe's terms. Especially since the pattern on it, which matched the panties was far too girlish for my liking. Zoe sighed and to my surprise, poked me in the chest. It hurt. "Knock it off!" I demanded, outraged..
"Not yet" she said, poking me again. "Just making the point that you need it."
"Very funny" I said sarcastically. "Why don't you focus on yourself instead on me? Unless you finally love being blonde..."
Zoe scowled. "The only dye I found is blonde, you little brat! That means it must be for you! We can match..."
"Not happening, Hey put that down! You don't have to dress me" I protested.
"I'd prefer you to do things the easy way" Zoe said, waving the bra .
"Fine" I said sulkily, as I snatched the bra and put it on. I knew if I didn't she would. "Happy now?"
"Of course not! Put on your uniform" Zoe said. I scowled and complied. Five minutes later, scowling and once more dressed as a St Mary schoolgirl, Zoe motioned for me to move the the chair in front of my vanity. My scowl deepened, and to my surprise, Zoe started brushing m hair. It hurt, since it was badly tanged. "I'm going to have to teach you how to do this." she muttered.
.
"Why are you doing this?"
""Because you're still the same dork that needs my help, plus I figured if you're going to be a brat, you might as well look cute" Zoe said, as she tugged at my hair. ""
"Cute? So when did corpses liked cute?" I demanded as Zoe finished. I noticed her lips curl into a smirk; I didn't know whether it was because I was still trying to appeal to the goth in her, or whether she was up to something.
"Thank you" Zoe said in a tone that seemed half sarcastic and half appreciative. "You know I'd always make an exception for my cute little sis."
"Little sis! Is the magic affecting... Hey! Knock it off!" I squeaked as Zoe started on my makeup. She didn't go overboard, since the makeup was only a bit of strawberry lipgloss but it was more than enough Plus she was 'kind' enough to put my hair in pigtails again, which clearly showed the new silver studs in my ears. I hated it.
"You look cute, Annie" Zoe gushed. My eyes boggled. Annie?
"What is wrong which you?!"I demanded, stamping my right foot. "You KNOW whatever wish YOU did is slowly change me. I do NOT want to be a child. Are you even aware you're acting like a MOTHER? Why did I even go along with all... this?"
"And do you think I want to be old?" Zoe demanded. She paused and regathered herself. "Hopefully it doesn't come to that. I'd prefer you being my little sister than my daughter. I'll let you stew while I see the damage your stupid rock did to me. Hopefully I'll still have my things."
"Fine with me" I snapped, as Zoe rushed out of my room. She had cringed as she said 'daughter' but I was too annoyed to care much. .As I heard the sounds of the room next door being ransacked, I searched mine even further. No sign of me ever being Jon. Plenty of signs of the St Mary schoolgirl though, and she seemed girly. I felt like crying. Dejected, and unaware of the girlish pose while doing so, I laid down onto my bed, waiting for Zoe.
