Sarah stared at me for a few seconds, wordlessly, so I pressed her. "I don't have time for this, Sar. Either help me get the stone again, or at least push my life in a more positive direction, or condemn me to being little Annie and having years of all this little girl crap. Your choice."
"God, you're still cute even when you're angry" Sarah giggled, much to my discomfort. "And you do make a perfect little sister... Annie."
"What!?" I snapped, angry and frightened. I felt like crying, since I didn't actually expect her to take the 'condemn' option. I just had wanted to motivate her.
Sarah ignored me. "I do want a little sister. You know that. One I can do all the girlish things with, give advice to as she grows up, and of course, tease occasionally. Face it, Anna. You're better suited as my sister..." Sarah turned and faced me and smirked at my tear stained face. "Least that's what I'd say if i wasn't being changed myself."
"What?! Don't do that!" I pouted. I couldn't tell her intentions.
"While I'd gladly turn you into sweet, cute little Annie, I'm not going to have it wreck my own life. Look at me! Arggh., I look like that bitch, Karyn!" Sarah moaned.
I couldn't help myself. "Lots of girls wear overalls, Sarah" I said. My memories of being a teen were getting hazy, but I remembered the pre-wish version of Karyn fairly well. Was this the 'ironic transformation' that the stone seemed to love doing? Turning super feminine Sarah into a copy of the girl she hated most?
"Not me!"
"Remember what you and mom told me? its just clothing. Do you really hate Karyn Black so much, you can't stand one bit of tomboyish clothes? Even though she now looks more like the old you?"
"Say that again and you're being saying hello to princess dresses, tea parties and dolls for years to come, sis" Sarah hissed angrily. "I can't remember how to do my own cosmetics, so the magic must be turning me into an extreme tomboy. No thanks. Count yourself lucky i need a feminine influence more than I little sister to tease."
"S-so you're going to help me?"
Sarah glared at me for a few seconds. "Yes, Princess. I'm going to help you." She hesitated and added, "Plus that i want to be a nice sister to you. We both know my transformation has given me a split personality."
"Nice?" I asked incredulously. What horrors would she do if she was mean?
"Do you want the truth? If you transformed completely the girly, little sister I 'remember', I thought I'd transform back into... me" Sarah confessed, much to my discomfort. I was getting nervous again, least until i saw Sarah had started to cry. That was unusual; it was something I'd never seen her do. "I just don't know what to do."
"Hey, its been rough on both of us. Lets just agree we need each other" I said. "You have traits I want, and likewise. Do you think I can fit into your clothes, sis?" I asked cautiously. I was still wary of her intentions.
Sarah eyed me. "I doubt it, and it doesn't suit you"
"Doesn't suit me?"
"Well, yeah. Trust me Get dressed, and we'll plot our next move" Sarah said.
