Emily bit her lower lip as she looked at the doll in her hands. Freaked out at waking, and finding the doll, she turned it this way and that in her hands. It was real, it was just like the one in the dream. Ready to confront her brother, she wasn't sure how he'd done it, but she knew he had to be behind it.
The thick carpet muffling her footsteps, she marched to her brother's bedroom. The doll held tightly in her hand, pushing his door open the rest of the way. She spotted him, on the bed. Emily looked away embarrassed, it was obviously too hot for Adam. He was half-in, half-out of the bed.
His soft snoring, was genuine, and just as clearly he was nothing to do with the doll. Tightening her grip on the doll, she crushed it's waist. To her surprise, Adam's shrank at the same time. A gasp bursting from her lips, Emily had to watch intently. She had to be sure.
It was real! It wasn't him simply breathing in and out, his waist had copied the doll in her hand.
Still sceptical despite her own eyes, Emily needed to repeat the experiment. Now, more careful, she took it in both her hands. She held it drove the head, and the feet towards each other. Again, as she watched, inches washed from Adam's height, 3", 4", 5", she paused, when he'd lost six inches.
They were now almost the same height. No more calling her 'Squirt', or 'Short Stuff', or... worse.
Now he was the 'Squirt', now he was a girly height. That thought echoed around her head, 'girly'. Surely Adam could make a better sister than he was a brother. Certainly, he couldn't be worse.
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