"Oh Jon! Time to play!" Cindy called. Ah Great, not this again.
Jon ran down the hall at the speed of greased lightning, feeling like a hunted animal. He recklessly took flight up the staircase and skimmed corners the way Formula-One racers would cut around bends. All that was going through his mind was the he sure as heck wan't going to be caught by his little sister today. Not again! Not ever.
"Where are you, Jon?! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Come play with me!"
Damn! She found him! Jon felt like a trapped hare as he searched for options, for places to hide in the second story of their home. He could hear Cindy coming up the staircase. Her steps, although as like in finesses as the 13-year old girl that she was, sounded as ominous as that of a movie serial killer going in for the last stages of the kill.
"You can run, but you can't hide, Jon. I'm coming for you!"
Oh yeah? I can't hide? Jon thought. Then let's see you find me now! He squinted around this bedroom (it was his parent's) he had unknowingly trapped himself in his haste to get as far away from his sister as distance would allow, and spotted several opportunities for escape in the form of camouflage and hiding spaces.
Although he outranked his sister with a good 3 years, Jon was probably the smallest 16-year old boy that he knew. The doctors had said he suffered from Intrauterine Growth Restriction (or IUGR), which basically meant he was a semi-midget. The not entirely good, but also not as bad news, was that he suffered from a very, very mild case of IUGR, resulting that he was only smallish in structure and didn't have to worry about becoming a dwarf. However, it also meant his much younger sister outsized him significantly and often overpowered him in order to force him to come play her stupid little games.
Still, Jon often reflected, being small had its perks. In the world of Hide-and-Seek he was without equal. He could easily squeeze himself into any nook and cranny, and make himself disappear from the face of existence. Well at least until his frustrated friends declared that they gave up on the game.
Now as Jon surveyed the room interior, he quickly singled down the best hiding spots. The cabinet? No far too obvious. The closet? Oh heck no; that was the first place villains went to look for their quarry! Under the bed? Pffft. Hiding under the bed had been outmoded since the stone ages; no chance there-
Jon's train of thoughts was suddenly derailed by Cindy knocking on the bedroom-door: "JOOON! I know you're in there! And I'm a coming in! So brace yourself little piggy for the big bad wolf!" she giggled.
Yeah, she pretty much was a merciless wolf! Jon thought bitterly. With his options now few and far between, and his hourglass empty, Jon opted for the first hiding place he could get his feet in before Cindy came to take him away like the boogey-man.
He chose his mother's shoe closet, and skimmed across the room to find safe haven from his sister in its confines. And without a moment to spare, Jon closed the closet lid, just as the bedroom-door burst open; very much the same way as the cinema monster would brake open the haunted shack's portal to come get the hapless actors. (Author:Or maybe I should just stop using Hollywood analogies?)
Jon trembled as Cindy stalked the room, searching for her brother like a bloodhound: "Why won't you come play with me, Jon? You know you can't hide forever! You need to come eat sooner or later. I'll be waiting..."
Yeah, I think I'd rather starve. Jon thought snortingly
"Is he in here?" she opened the cabinet. "Or maybe under the bed? BOO! No?" Jon could hear her scurrying about in the room as she searched randomly for him.
"Jon? Are you still here? Where'd he go?" Cindy grumbled.
Several minutes passed, and Jon was just about gaining confidence that she would leave him in peace, when WHAM, the shoe-closet was ripped open and Cindy's leering truimphant smile stared at you: "Found you!" and she shoved a doll into Jon's hands - the very object and reason Jon had been trying to avoid his sister like the plague.
"No don't!" he begged, cringing into the corner; and tried to keep the doll away from himself with his outstretched palms. Them remembering that to touch the doll was to unleash its power, he quickly retracted his hands.
Too late.
With Jon in contact with the doll, he started transforming, taking places with it, trading forms. Jon was horrified that Cindy had chosen a particularly girly one this time. Ah snap.
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Jon and Cindy was the children of Mark Tyrell - a multi-billionaire corporate head of a massive world oil-industry conglomerate.
They grew up quite wealthy and lived in a secluded mansion. Often for days their father would leave on business trips, meaning that the two would fend for themselves (although they did have the aid of numerous butlers and maids to cater their every needs).
And each time their father left, Jon was at the mercy of his vindictive sister. She would force him to play her games, to attend her little tea-parties, making him cross-dress. She was the very embodiment of the rich girl, the spoiled brat that refused to take no for an answer. And she used to getting what she wanted. Being as little as he was, Jon could do little to resist his sister.
Then a month ago, things took a turn for the worse. Cindy had found some kind of magical doll, where she got it, how she got it, she refused to tell. But whomever touched it, traded places with it for 24 hours. Cindy now had a tool to constantly turn Jon into one of her girl friends. And since she was the only one who knew how it worked; as well as how to make Jon return to his old self, he had to comply with everything she told him to do.
Jon only knew that Cindy had found a new way to torture him.
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"Some more tea, Joani?" Cindy asked. Oh yeah, almost forgot. Cindy had this stupid habit of calling Jon by his girl name, refusing to let up regardless of how much he complained.
Jon just grumbled a reply, as Cindy served him, smiling brightly she poured him imaginary tea with the plastic jug.
Jon had pink wavy shoulder length hair, hooped earrings and wore a purple flowerdress. There was a blue star on one of his cheeks and his eyelashes was insanely long. Jon despised the way Cindy always customized the stupid magic-doll before making him switch places with it. He always ended up looking like some lucrative over-designed Saturday cartoon chick. Ugh.
"You should smile more, Joani." Cindy admonished as she pulled out a lengthy piece of paper: "I have a full schedule planned for the day."
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