I was aware that I was still a girl even before I opened my eyes; the snug feeling of panties was a dead giveaway, but I also knew I had undergone some other change due to the lack of weight from my breasts. While I hated looking like some bimbo, and fearing that the stone's magic would push me in that direction, least I was back to my real age, or close enough. Lack of weight meant I was either back to being a kid, which sucked, or being some sort of biological freak. I opened my eyes, and immediately saw i was not in my bedroom any more. It was still some overly girlish kid girls' bedroom, but the shape of it was different, and I doubted the stone would change the dimensions of the house just to frighten me, My panic grew as i looked down, seeing the pink colored nails on my now chubby, little girl hands. Naturally, I screamed.
"Anna? What's wrong?" a voice yelled from the other side of the door. My heart sank; it was Katie. My supposed best friend, and from to sound of her voice, she was still a young girl like myself.
"W-where am I?" I stammered, unnerved.
"You was screaming in your sleep, so mom carried you into my room. Are you okay?" Katie asked.
"Screaming? What is happening?" I asked, gasping for breath. Turning back into my younger version of Anna had rattled me. Why did the stone do that to me? For what purpose? Sure, there was an entire year of girls that had been altered simply for having the misfortunate of being in the same class as me, but the stone didn't need to alter me.
"I don't know. You didn't say anything" Katie said.
"Is she okay?" another voice asked. Paige. Plus, she wasn't alone. from the sounds of things. It truly was some little girls' slumber party. Just great.. I rolled my eyes. "Can we come in?"
Before I could answer, the door opened, and a half dozen six year old girls poured in. They all seemed concerned for me, for something that had never happened, but thanks to the stone, i knew it was 'real'. "Do you remember your nightmare?" Emily asked. The one good thing is all of them seemed to be really concerned.
I shook my head. "Not really.." I said, keeping things vague. I knew I couldn't tell the truth. One, they wouldn't understand, and more importantly, it sounded completely insane. I was also worried that renewed exposure to my 'friends' would mold me into a girly little girl like them. I needed to get out of there, fast. "Where is my bag? I need to get dressed" I asked, hoping it wouldn't be literal.
Katie passed me a bag which I assumed must be mine, and lead me to the bathroom. As I locked the door, my phone rang. Opening the bag, I frowned at the pink.. something, and grabbed my now pink, girlish phone. "Hello?"
"Anna? Where are you? Are you okay? You sound different.." It was Sarah, and she sounded frantic.
"Your wish has worn off" I said crossly.
"Huh?"
"I'm back to being your little sister and I'm at a sleepover. Get me out of here" I whined.
"You're at a sleepover?" Sarah snapped, in a tone only someone that was worried could have. I heard her relay it to Zoe, who I could hear giggling slightly.
"Its not funny" I whined, not liking this. Zoe didn't giggle much, and when she did, it usually meant bad news. Since I was back on my younger path, she must had known something I didn't.
"When mom and I saw your empty room, we assumed the worst. I've got a little sister now. I always wanted one, even before all this. This is going to be fun" Sarah gushed.
"Fun?" I whined as the call ended. I quickly had my shower, and returned to my bag. It was worse that I had feared, since it was a pink leotard, tights, as well as a pink dress. "Urrgh. Too much pink" I muttered as I put on the clothes, knowing I had no other option. It became obvious that I had ballet that morning, as one by one, all my 'friends' changed into similar clothes.
