I didn't want to be taught how to wear makeup, or receive any sort of makeover. Certainly not by Sarah, even if it was under the guise of sister-bonding. It seemed too much like giving up, accepting my Annafication, Getting up, i rushed out of my room, hoping to stop Sarah, but she must had escaped to her own room. . "Sarah! You are NOT going to teach me how to wear makeup" I yelled. Unfortunately, i had forgotten mom... err Zoe, who was still somewhere downstairs.
"Yes, you will" mom yelled back in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Not going to happen, mom" I said.
"I need you girls at least civil, and besides, you need to know this" mom countered.
"Stop trying to turn me into a teenaged girl, mom. Urrgh. I mean, don't turn me into a girly one. I don't want you to get any 'bright' ideas" I snapped, as Zoe appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She seemed to be bemused by it all, much to my annoyance.
"You need to know this, Anna, and besides, I think you'd rather learn things from Sarah than from me."
"Stop trying to push me into being a girl!"
"Stop finding yourself in St Mary uniforms then. Or pigtails. You seem to love them, Anna. I'm sure i can find my old goth makeup if you rather..."
I didn't answer, least with words. Instead i stormed into Sarah's room. She had been ransacking her wardrobe, hoping to find something to wear rather than the 'Anna' costume I had forced onto her, but it seemed everything was too big for her ten year old body.
"Find anything?" I asked gently. No point antagonizing the girl.
"No. Least not for me" she pouted.
"I'm not going to let you be a dress up doll" I said.
""Why not? You did it to me, and I hate this stupid costume"
"Hey. It could be worse. I didn't get the wig" I lied. Mom must had either dyed my hair, or left me blonde. "I had to get you something to wear, and it had to be better than mom's old goth stuff. You know, she gave me a choice. Makeup by you, or by her."
"You choice right for once, Anna. Since I can't wear anything here, you wear it."
"What?!" I could see most of the things, and it was mostly spaghetti strapped tops, or completely strapless that left my midriff exposed, paired with tight jeans or a short skirt. It was fashion for a girly, attractive girl, Sarah was still Sarah, not matter what family reality pushed her into. A part of me wondered if I would even fit into Sarah's clothes. i was shorter than what she had been, as well as being curvier and bustier. My breasts seemed to be way too big for my body, and I dreaded the idea of trying sleep with them. In a way, I was glad that reality had twisted me into being in an all-girl school.
"Would you rather remain dressed in that school uniform? Anna, both sides of me wants you to wear my clothes"
"Why?" I asked, wincing slightly.
"The mean part wants to humiliate you. Watch you squirm as you start turning into a girl" Sarah said flatly.
"Didn't see that coming" I muttered.
"I know. The majority sees you as my transformed little sis, and I want to help her" Sarah said with a rueful smile.
"Fine" I said, sighing. Nice Sarah was way better than the mean one.
Sarah smiled as she threw to me something pink. Her seemingly good mood was snapped as she stared at her vanity. Angrily she glared at me and said, "Is this a bad joke, Joanna?"
"What?" I asked warily.
"This" Sarah snapped, showing me her cosmetics had changed to a more childish, play make up. I gulped; reality was starting to shift her room, just like it had mine.
