Mom quickly appeared. "What's wrong, Anna?" she asked, as she rushed upstairs upon hearing my yell. "Do you need help getting out of your dress?"
"Yes... No! Don't you see what's happening to me? I need the stone" I said hurriedly.
Mom shook her head. "Sorry, Princess, but too risky... Why do you want that accursed thing, anyway?"
"I'm turning into a little girl mom...."
"I can see that" mom said with a slight giggle.
"Don't be mean!" I snapped, stomping my foot. "I'm starting to think like a kid.." My headaches had returned, and I knew that meant me losing memories
"So? You've been down this path before, Anna..."
"Not like this, mom. I'm can't stop myself from even thinking you as 'mom' and I want to play with dolls and all sorts of other girlish crap. I'm losing my education and experience, mom" I said. I had considered playing it up a little, calling mom, 'mommy' but I knew that would lead me down a path I didn't want to go. Still annoying mom, or Sarah into getting my way did have its appeals...
"Still as foul mouthed as ever, Joanna?" mom said, shaking her head. I stared at her, in slight disbelief; she wasn't buying what I was telling her.
"Don't you see what is happening? You're changing, I'm changing.." I snapped as mom helped me out of my dress, revealing my pink leotard once more. A 'memory' told me I liked playing in just my leotard and tights, often to mom's frustration. Apparently tights and grass stains don't go well together.
"Of course I'm changing" mom snapped. "I have to be responsible, now."
"And your memories?" I half pleaded
"I do 'remember' giving birth to you. Sarah too.. That is a little.... weird, and I do feel smarter than before."
"See?"
"Like I said, I have to be responsible. I can't let you make any foolish wishes. What did you plan to do with that thing, anyway? Planning on turning yourself into a boy again?" mom asked.
"Eww! Why would I want to be an icky boy?" I said on instinct. I certainly didn't mean to said anything like that, and from my comments, and the shocked way I placed my hands over my mouth, I could tell mom's disbelief had cracked slightly.
Mom stared at me, as if studying. "Can you tell me your name and age, Princess?"
"Joanna Amber Donaldson and I'm six. Don't make fun of me" I gushed out, a little too naturally.
"Mmm: mom mused, before walking out, leaving me to my room, and worse, my dolls. I stared at the empty door. "She didn't believe me.. You know we're changing... Do you actually want me stuck like this?!" I glanced around my room, and quickly my eyes feel upon my dolls, and the urge to play with them grew even more, and worse, I knew their names. Biting my lip, I grabbed one, when I heard a slight snicker from the door. Sarah. Immediately I snapped out of my girlish mindset.
"Playing with dolls, now, sis?" Sarah mocked. She still was dressed very tomboyishly, and looked very annoyed.
"No" I lied
"Yeah, right" Sarah scoffed.
"I can't help it, Sarah. I'm turning into a little girl mentally, and mommy won't believe me. You've gotta help me" I gushed, before relieving I used 'mommy', and on instinct. Not good. Once again, hands to my mouth.
"I see you're sounding like the little girl you now are. This is good" Sarah said, her eyes lightly up.
"Sarah!" I whined despairingly.
"Don't get me wrong. A strong part of me wants to keep you like this, turn you further into my little sister. One part as playback for even making me your sister, and another doesn't want to see you get hurt. Another part wants to help, make you older. An older Anna would least help me, influence my life. I'm sick of being a tomboy. "
"So which part wins?" I asked worriedly.
