I was still shocked to see the change to Sarah's cosmetics, even though I had expected it. "Wish I could, but I'm afraid it's yours, sis" I said, immediately regretting it the moment I said 'wish'. Why did I say that? Knowing that Sarah needed a distraction, I looked at the pink thing she had tossed me and saw it was a tube top that would bring out the very best of my already busty figure. "What the hell? Sarah, I'm not wearing this!"
"Yes, you are" Sarah said with surprising forcefulness.
"Why?"
"Because I do not want my things turning into stupid kids stuff. Don't you see, Anna? We're reversing roles. You're going to be the teen girl and I'm going to be the stupid little girl. Least mom gets her wish of being slightly younger."
"What? Wait..."
"I'm not stupid, sis. I know what's going on. Its bad enough I lost my money. Now its my age. I need to save some of my stuff so I can reverse..."
"Sarah, I'm not wearing this. " I said.
"Yes, you are. You are my twin sister, Joanna" Sarah said dangerously.
"Face it. It looked.. looks good on you, but on me, it makes me look some kind of bimbo. Face it, I'm too short and my boobs are too big. If the magic is really shifting you into being my little sister, you do not want to turn me into some kind of ditz. We have to look after each other, sis. Ironic, isn't it? A week ago, I despised you, and you hated me, but this is the world we've found ourselves in. Even if all your stuff changes, its only clothes. I can always buy you new stuff,. I will allow you to give me a makeover, but not that."
Sarah screwed up her face. "Fine." She walked back to her wardrobe, opened it and instantly paled. While I could barely see, I could guess. Sarah's clothes had either partly or fully shifted to match her new, younger self. She gave a slight, frightened squeak, and slammed the doors closed. "Put that top on, right now" she demanded icily.
I didn't move "Let me guess, clothes shift. Been there" I said dryly. "Don't worry, you can keep your secrets, Sarah. I'm not going to start sister teasing. Besides, for what? All it'll do is make me look like a lunatic. Why don't we go back to my room, and see if anything would be suitable. If your things are changing to suit your new form, maybe my stuff is changing too."
Sarah gave me a hopeful look, and quickly followed me back. Unfortunately, my room was still the same, over-pinked little girls' room as before, "Fuck this" I swore. "Why isn't this room changing? Okay, plan B. We're going to the mall right now."
"What? No way! I'm not going anywhere dressed like this" Sarah said in a whiny voice.
"Its that, or whatever horrors you've found in your wardrobe. Or your school uniform, if it has been resized. Take your pick." Secretly I was hoping to get Sarah out of the Anna dress too, since I thought it would be embarrassing to have my new, reluctant, little sister running around the mall as a princess, but I was smart enough to keep it to myself.
It turned out that Sarah's thoughts were redundant, since Zoe called us both down for dinner, putting an end to my mall plot. It turned out the changes to Zoe included becoming a good cook, which was ironic since Zoe hated home ec more than anything else.. Despite the excellent meal, all three of us sat glumly. "What's wrong with you, mom? Your life hasn't been wrecked" Sarah demanded.
"Oh really? Apart from the whole secretary, cooking Stepford thing? Don't be so self-centered. I feel like I'm one step away from being the perfect little.. never mind" Zoe snapped.
I knew her enough to know she was going to say 'housewife' but was afraid of making that a reality. "You was going to say 'mom', right, mom?" I said.
"Yes. Have you done your homework?" Zoe asked, apparently deciding to play the part.
"Arrgh. Seriously? Besides, there no point. Sarah switched schools, and grades.."
"Anna!" Sarah protested.
I ignored her. "My situation isn't much better. Shifting reality, same grade, new school, and a skirt. Besides, tomorrow is Saturday." I had some apprehension. Ten year old me had a sopping trip with aunt Linda all lined up as a bonding thing. Six year old me was supposed to be on a sleepover, then during all sorts of little girl crap. What did the current me have? Frowning, I excused myself, and headed for my room, and went to sleep
