Naturally, my mind was trying to rationalize the previous day's events. The first and only instinct was denial; although I knew the wishing stone was real, I felt maybe the whole day was some find of dream, or warning. I opened my eyes and almost screamed. Zoe was standing over my sleeping form, but this particular Zoe was not the one I was used to. Mainly she was grinning madly, and secondly, she had no white makeup or black lipstick. Furthermore, she was dressed in a nightgown.
"Zoe. What... is wrong with my voice?" I demanded, noticing my girlish voice. It changed my intended question of what was she doing standing over me Karyn's wish and then Zoe dressing me up was a nightmare. Right?
"Seriously, you little dork. You can't remember yesterday?" Zoe said.
I stared down, and saw my own black nightgowned body. "Zoe?!" I yelled, freaking out.
Zoe rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Joanna? You thought this was all a dream?"
"Yes!"
"I knew it! That's why I came in so you would not freak out, yet you freak out anyway. Why do I even bother trying to be nice to you?"
"Because I'm your favorite brother and only one that gets you" I said.
"Sister, Anna. Favorite sister." Zoe corrected. "Besides, you should feel honored. How many people see me without my delightful look?"
"Enough with the games. What can i wear to school since my clothes don't exactly fit, and what am I going to do about mom? She is going to notice something, oh I don't know, a second daughter." I demanded.
"i still think you should dress up.. Fine. We'll do it your way" Zoe said, as she noticed my glare.
"What about your 'magic'? I enquired.
"Not working. Maybe its an age thing" Zoe said sourly.
"Or a lunar thing" I suggested.
"Get real" Zoe said crossly. "I'm going for my shower, then I'll deal with you"
"Delightful" I muttered at my sister's departing figure. Getting up, I checked myself out and saw nothing had changed overnight. Relieved, I walked over to my drawers, and instantly, my face fell. Inside, all my boxers had been replaced by various panties and even one pink colored shapewear. I frowned and snapped, "Zoe! Get here right now!"
No answer. Zoe must had been in the shower. Angrily, I slammed opened my bedroom door, and was about to to the same to the bathroom door, when Zoe screamed
