You glance back into the mirror at the little girl in pigtails that you seem to have become.
“This is all some weird, crazy trick,” you mutter.
“Fine. Go talk to mom and see what she says,” answers Susan. “She and everyone else in the world are going to treat you like a little girl now. Only you and I know the truth. So – will you play along and pretend to act like a little girl … or do I have to write down some more things about you in my little book here?”
A devilish look crosses Susan's face. You feel a shudder of fear tingling down your spine as she eagerly pats her hand the notebook next to her.
“Okay, okay,” you say, admitting defeat. “I'll play along and pretend to be your little sister. But you have to promise to change me back in a week.”
“No promises, little girl. I'm the one in charge at the moment,” laughs Susan. “I'll PROBABLY change you back in a week. But you're in no positions to make any demands, Baby Danielle. Now dearest little sister, you just run along and act just like a little baby girl would. If I catch you doing anything masculine or grown-up, I'll be punishing you. Remember that. Behave, and I'll strongly consider changing you back to normal in a week. Or at least changing you into something else then. We'll see what strikes my fancy at the time.”
She laughs, and you wisely bite your tongue before saying something you might regret.
Instead, you nod in silent agreement and skulk away back to the living room.
“Oh there you are, Danielle!” says your mom. “You gave me a heart attack baby doll! How did you get out your playpen? Did big sister Susie help you?”
You're tempted to reveal an awful lot about just what “big sister” Susie has been up to recently. But instead, you wisely choose to play along – just in case Susan is watching.
“Susie hewped me owt,” you say in your best lisping, baby girl voice.
Much to your amazement, your mother now easily hefted you up in her arms and carried you back into your room, depositing you unceremoniously in a frilly pink playpen.
“Stay put now, Danielle,” says mom. “I don't want you toddling all about the house getting into trouble.”
You nod silently and sit yourself down on the floor of the playpen.
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