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Chapter #5
Fat, stupid, little pig-girl
by: Unknown
“This is is ridiculous and dumb,” you scoff, while scribbling away a random, joke message on Susan's notebook. “You really expect me to believe this?”
“Oh my god, Dan! Why did you write that?” yelled Susan glancing down at what I'd written.
“What if I were a fat, stupid, little pig-girl?”
I snorted a goofy, squealing giggle at my dumb, big sister. She thinks so much smarter and prettier than me! Ha, ha, I thought. I proved her wrong.
“Dan, look at yourself!” shrieked Susan. “What the hell were you thinking? Why did you write that?”
I giggled again and then looked down at myself. My dumb, stinky boy body was gone! It had somehow melted into the shape of a chubby, fat, little girl. I was dressed in a pretty pink dress that was squeezed really tight onto the bulging fat rolls of my short body. And there were cute little white ankle socks and pretty pink plastic maryjanes on my feet.
“Wow, Susie!” I squealed. “I'm a pretty little fat girl!”
For some reason, it felt awesome not to be a dumb, stinky, big boy anymore.
I snorted again gleefully.
“Dan, you're half-pig now!” hissed Susan. “Look at yourself in the mirror. You've got a pig snout now. And you're supposed to be my big brother: not my morbidly obese, freak of a little sister.”
I giggled and squealed happily again.
“I like being this way!” I chirped honestly.
“That's probably because you specified being 'stupid' in that ridiculous wish you wrote!” snapped Susan. “I'm changing you back right now!”
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