"THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!" You, Ashley Summers, yelled out.
"Looking like a little girl isn't as much of a problem."
You were pacing around, panicking in a frenzy. Your heartbeat is beating fast, your breath is wack, you could still taste coffee in your mouth a failed attempt to cool your head off (To the surprise of no one, Harriet included.)
"Oh that's rich coming from someone who didn't TURN INTO A LITERAL CHILD."
Hamster wheel spins inside Harriet's head, "...Then, how did you even turn to one anyway?"
"I, I dunno. One minute I had another simple face surgery and the next I look in the mirror and everything, my talk slender body, my perfect assets and my lips gone. I became a little girl."
"Can you tell me a bit more about that surgery? You tend to change doctors to doctors so..."
"I mean, it wasn't that special. The doctor came to me, offer me a solution to make me look more youthful. Experimental he says, and that I would be the first one to... Oh, Oh."
"Sounds like a red flag, sis." Harriet tried to hide her chuckles.
Ashley grumbles, "Look, in my defense, he promotes it so well."
As much as Ashley told herself that she was the smarter sisters. The Summers sister are equally as dumb if not more, usually depends if Ashley is involved with anything about her looks.
"What do I do?! That Doctor ghosted me afterwards and if anyone finds out my life is over. I'll never be nothing more than a snot-nosed brat!!"
Harriet thought it over... What can she do to help her sister.
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