Light crept into your open window shaft, and like a early morning bird, woke you. For a brief second you feel peaceful, like a warm blanket had been wrapped around you, then your heart beat fastens. Something was horribly wrong. You spring out of your bed in a hastily fashion before finding a flaw. You where small, unrealistically small, and this wasn't your room, it was your little sisters. The cabinet that had once been so small to you now toward above you like a giant. You look down at the floor to see that you weren't wearing your normal cloths, but your little sister. Then, reality hits you like a bullet. You were your sister. You race to look at your little sisters mirror and complex at the image. Your sister was unquestionably there, and staring right at you with her big blue eyes. She shared your fearful look, your beating heart, and your awkward stance. You put your now tiny hands on your face and needlessly stroke, a useless action, but one that you can not control. Tears roll down your eyes, and in a strange subconscious action you touch the mirror. She touches back. You begin to take attention to your feelings and wince. Your body felt unrealistic, and extremely uncomfortable. Every action you made, from your breathing, to the wiggling of your toes, felt out of place. Even standing still your overly weak arms, your tiny lungs, and the incomprehensible feeling of the sex change felt oh so wrong. You grab your red hair and stroke it, absorbing its texture. Somehow your little sisters silky, smooth, soft hair calmed you. It was like a blankets threads had been unraveled and plastered to your head. You whip her bangs from her eyes and toss her hair past her shoulders. Okay, focus. You needed to get out of these PJ's. The ponies were obscenely obnoxious. You find her stepping stool and grab two articles of clothing that didn't make you queasy. A red shirt and some tight little girl jeans. You close your eyes, for modesty sake, and take off her shirt. After a few failed tries you give up modesty and open your eyes. To your luck nothing bad was to be seen. You put on the red shirt and give a sigh of relief. Now for the jeans. You strip off her pants and are relived to find that she is wearing underwear. You squeeze into the jeans and fumble with the zipper for a few minuets before succeeding. You find a purple hair brush and smooth out any tangles. You look back in the mirror. Better. Well, as better as you can get while being your sister. You yawn and whip your eyes. Perhaps a little nap wouldn't hurt.
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