This choice: Sarah picks sets of clothes that only a toddler would wear • Go Back...Chapter #6Sarah picks sets of clothes that only a toddler... by: Unknown Dazed and dizzy, you clap your hands in excitement. After all, Sarah seemed excited by what she planned for you two to do, so you should be happy too, right?
“Like, okay!” You giggle, though your giggles trail off as you rest a finger against your lip, eyes looking rather dull. “Uh, like, what are we, um, doing again?”
Sarah doesn’t answer, instead taking you by the hand and dragging you into her room. She sits you down on the bed, and you idly stare up at the ceiling, twirling a strand of your now long blonde hair around your finger and thinking about cute shoes. And lipstick. And boys.
“Bailey!” Sarah calls from the closet.
“Like, what?” You say excitedly as she steps back into the room, brandishing a sparkly pink ballerina outfit with hearts all over the tutu.
“I have the perfect outfit for you.” Your now air-filled brain doesn’t recognize the obviously gleefully malicious grin on her face, instead assuming that your genius little sister is just excited to share with you.
“Like, OMG, thanksies!” You don’t hesitate to take the outfit from her, though you struggle a bit getting it on. Though Sarah used the ray gun to make it a bit bigger, she purposefully made sure it wouldn’t fit perfectly, wanting it to be obvious to anyone that saw you that you were wearing clothes for someone much younger than you. “I look, like, gorgeous.”
Sarah isn’t finished yet, however. “What about your make-up, Bailey?” The fact that you don’t even remember that isn’t your name anymore only makes Sarah enjoy this even more.
“O-M-G, I, like, totes forgot.” You giggle, sitting back down on her bed. “What, like, should I, like, use and stuff?”
Sarah is more than happy to help. Pulling out her most garishly bright pink, sparkly make-up, she coats your face in it. Everything from blush to eyeshadow to eyeliner to lipstick makes its way onto your face, and you don’t even have the brains to realize how stupid you look. You’re just so, like, grateful that your little sister cares so much. She also attaches long fake nails to your fingers and toes. Like everything else, they are pink and sparkly, though each set also spells out ‘Slut,’ with a giant heart on the nails on your thumbs and big toes to finish the effect.
For a final touch, she ties your hair up into pigtails with two giant pink bows, adding some rainbow hair clips for added effect. She also adds giant tacky pink earrings that dangle down from your ears, and some childish beaded jewelry: bracelets, necklaces, and anklets.
When she’s finished, you like a weird amalgamation of toddler, elementary schooler, and bimbo.
“Oh, Bailey, guess what!” She says as she admires her handiwork, taking some pictures of you doing stupid, girly poses as you check yourself out in the mirror.
“Like, what? What?” You ask, turning to look at her and nearly falling over in the 6” stiletto heels she gave you. Because Sarah changed them from some old plastic shoes she had as a toddler that had Cinderella’s face on the front and pink fluffy straps, those elements have carried over now. It adds to your outrages appearance; Sarah almost wishes she’d given you a pink feather boa as well, just to really go all out.
“Well,” she says dramatically, though she doesn’t pause for too long, knowing you’ll forget what you both are talking about if she does thanks to your super short attention span and general stupidity, “the school said you could start coming to school with me!”
In truth, all she had to do was simply zap you and make it so that you were in the same grade as her. However, she had made sure reality would still see you as being older than her; after all, Sarah liked the fact that she technically had an older sister, even if she had made her a submissive idiot. So instead of believing you two were the same age, the school had simply decided that Bailey was obviously not prepared to be as far ahead in school as she was, and so, with parental permission, had moved her back several grades. They were hoping that she would show improvement, but with how stupid Sarah had made you, it wasn’t inconceivable that they might hold you back, or even move you to an even younger class.
“Like, no way!” You say excitedly, completely oblivious to the fact that this is not a good thing like Sarah has led you to believe. “This will be, like, totes amazing!”
“And you know what’s even better?” Sarah aims her ray gun at the clock behind you, and your idiot brain completely misses the fact that it fires anything. Or that the clocks suddenly shift to say it’s 7 am on Monday. “We have to go to school right now!”
“OMG! Yay!” You cheer, jumping up and down and nearly falling over in your heels. You’re not even sure what school is, but you’re going with Sarah! “Like, let’s go!”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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