"How am I supposed to know, you stupid bimbo" Sarah snapped.
"Hey! You're the one that wished to know what was going on" I protested. "Besides, I do not want you turning me into some kind of airhead."
"Why not? You'll fit in with that bitch friend of yours" Sarah smirked. She shrugged her shoulders. "I promised I won't do anything to you, Anna. I never said I won't be mean to my sister... arrrgh. i didn't mean to say that! Fix me right now!"
"I'm guessing you're having some mental compulsions. Trust me, I know all about them."
"Like you playing dolls and ballet, sis?" From the look in Sarah's eyes, I knew she wanted to insult me, but couldn't. I smiled grimly.
"Kind of proving my point. You're now the St Mary student, and soon I'll be joining you" I said, grabbing my own skirt to prove my point. "There is a high probability of whatever happens to one of us, it will happen to the other, so unless you want to be considered ditzy as well, lay off the insults. FYI, I never played with dolls."
"Yeah right" Sarah scoffed. "I know that because you're a pathetic, fearful wimp, reality was molding you into the perfect little girl."
"Believe what you want, its the truth. I have no reason to lie to my new sister. Not anymore. Deep down, I know you're liking some of this"
"I can't believe I'm stuck with you as my twin sister" Sarah moaned. "I'm going to my room, and don't come and talk to me unless you're all girl, freak. I've.."
"What's happening?" I asked, slightly concerned that Sarah stopped mid-rant. My concern deepened as Sarah paled slightly, and started to shrink. Within moments, she had gone from seventeen, back down to maybe ten. She looked ridiculous, like a tween girl dressing in her older sisters' clothes, but I couldn't laugh. My own experience with regression made me sympathize, plus the look on her face told me that Sarah was fully aware of her change, and that she was furious.
"You! What have you done to me?! Fix me right now, Joanna or I swear, mom will never find your remains" Sarah raged.
"How? I don't have the stone. All I know is that the stone seems to like irony."
"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, Anna. It's a rock."
Ever since Karyn made her wish, I've been the universe's chew toy. Guess what? Your turn" I said, mimicking like if I was passing on a baton. "Go and see if there is anything that will fir you better, Sarah. It looks like your clothes are going to fall off, and I've got another mess to clean up."
Sarah shot me a poisonous glare, but I could see she reluctantly agreed. Once alone, or least I assumed that I was alone, I called Zoe, even though I was nervous. I knew she was already unhappy with us, would hate to know that Sarah knew everything, and with Sarah's regression, I was clearly the oldest daughter again, and with it, I was afraid that the idea of younger Anna means younger mom would reawaken in Zoe's mind. But it had to be done.
"Yes, Joanna?" Zoe said icily.
"We have a small problem" I said guardedly.
"What is it? Your transformation?" Zoe snapped.
While it was true that I had been transforming during Sarah's rantings,and that I was on the verge of becoming completely female, I didn't want to tell her that. Instead I blurted out, "Sarah regained her memories, and had taken it as well as you can imagine. But that's not the worst of it. Sarah's a St Mary student, and she is um kind of a preteen girl right now"
"WHAT!?"
