I was horrified beyond disbelief. "Mom. I can't believe you're doing this to me!"
"I told you you wouldn't like it" Zoe said with a slight giggle.
"This is too dangerous! What if Sarah discovered the stone? Do you realize what damage that bitch could do?!"
Zoe didn't admonish me this time. "Its not going to happen, Anna."
"What if Sarah recognizes me? Is this some kind of plot to keep me like this?" I whined, horrified.
"Are you saying you wore St Mary uniforms, ballet leotards and panties last week?" Zoe said. I could picture her smirk.
"No more than you wore anything pink, blondie" I snapped. "I..."
"Too late" Zoe said as we arrived home. My horror deepened as I saw Sarah was waiting for us. Nothing had changed about her since last week. She was still wearing her cheer uniform as if she was just out of school as well as a slight distasteful scowl. "Mom.."
Zoe got out of the car quite eagerly where I was far more reluctant half expecting a 'look what Gibson is wearing'. She took the lead. "Thank you for coming. Have you considered my school's offer?"
Sarah stared at Zoe, then me. I saw her eyes, and I saw a genuine ack of recognition . It wasn't comforting; so many other things could go wrong. "Sorry, I can't."
"Pity. Still, I appreciate you agreeing to look after my daughter."
"What's your name?" Sarah asked.
"Anna" Zoe said, answering for me. "I'm curious. Why haven't you gone to our school?"
Sarah smirked. "No boys"
Zoe laughed before passing me a knowing smile. Sarah caught it, though it was clear she misunderstood the reason. "I will admit my boyfriend, Biff, would love to see me in that uniform. I guess Anna would learn that lesson soon."
I instantly turned red, embarrassed as Zoe lead Sarah inside. Sarah actually had been inside the house in the past, before all this, but she had no hint of recognition. things have subtilty changed, .binding me and Zoe more tightly into the whole mother-daughter roles. She didn't even notice the stone, thankfully., but it still didn't make me comfortable, since Zoe was getting ready for something, and leaving me alone with the biggest bitch in town. Once we were alone, Sarah turned to me, smirking.
"So you're a ballerina" Sarah mused.
I gulped. She must had seen some pictures of my new ballet abilities that was not in my room While it was a comfort she wasn't going to turn about and laugh at me, I was still uncomfortable. "Yes.."
"Nothing wrong with that. Have you tried cheering?" Sarah said, with genuine interest.
"Just at school."
"Do you have a uniform?"
I was surprised, since Sarah was actually being nice and was encouraging me. I guessed my age meant she didn't consider me a threat. "No"
"I think what your mom really wanted is for you to have a mentor. Why don't you get into your ballet stuff and let me see what you can do."
"Okay" I said, much to my surprise.. I was horrified. Was ballet a trigger; regressing me further into the role of a little girl. I rushed up to my room and saw it hadn't changed since the morning. "What is wrong with me?' I moaned, as I took off my uniform and started to put on my ballet tights and leotard. I eyed my dollhouse once more and wondered what would happen if I twisted the head off one. Would I revert back towards my normal age? Or would it push me further into girlhood? I bit my lip as I saw my reflection....
