"I wish I wasn't Jon's little sister any more."
A blast of wind blew through the room. She looked in the bathroom mirror...which was now much closer to eye level. She wasn't a kid anymore. She looked older than she'd been though...maybe 18 or 19...
The braces she'd had on a moment ago were gone, replaced by gleaming white teeth. She still wore glasses, and...she still looked like Jon.
"Damn," she cursed. Didn't this rock take a hint? At least she had filled out again...if not as much as before. She had an attractive, yet studious look.
She sat down on the toilet to think for a moment. She could hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs...
