Sally

You squinted at the mirror, willing the picture of your step sister starring at you to a vision, for the strange and wrong feelings to be your imagination. For the lack of size, or difference of thoughts to be a figment of your imagination. To vanquish the almost new feeling of having free will. You want to wake up form this blessed dream, because you know that in a matter of time you would miss it; the short yet sweet taste of freedom. And you know that this is not a dream, this was to wonderful. You inhale and hold your breath, cherishing the ability to do so on your own accord, to not be bound by the chains that had been laid upon you. It was like all the wonderful memories that you had had been strung together in a gift from god, and presented on a god platter. That's when the brief twilight period melted away, and the full blunt of the situation hit you. You where Sally, your step sister. The true feeling of the sex change was irrelevant, it actually felt closer to home. Having been a pre-adult girl for the past month with her hormones running wild had felt very strange for your male mind, and since Sally had not even started puberty your "mental" male hormones where in full control. And you are actually glad Sally had no breasts, strange as it may seem, because you felt closer to being male. The more immediate concern was the size and strength change. Having use to be 5'11 and on the football team, you had been tall and fit. Now you where short and weak, and you feel to ****, like some one could grab you and trow you in a car without the tiniest o effort. Even as Jessica you had some sort of athleticism, but now you where just a little ball of skin and bones. The facial aspect was also present, only not as uncomfortable. Sally had cute, smug features that always lit up the room. Even as a 9 year old her darling features where obviously going to turn into sexy pop teen features. Her body was also begging to show sighs of flourishing as well, and had she been going through puberty, or even starting it Jessica's jealousy of her would be a serious point of contention. Sally had blond, almost white hair that hung to her shoulders and has always been well groomed, but had been harshly neglected due to a cruel joke on Jessica's part.

Getting past the change was brief, only to momentarily distract you from the questions the swarmed your head at the time. You scramble up to the top of Sally's bed to think things over, not fretting over mike waking up for he had been cursed to not wake up until 8:00 sharp, and it was currently 6:24 so you had no issues there. After some twenty minutes if process of elimination one questions remained; why am I Sally? It was not Jessica's doing, she did not have any of this sort of power, and even if she did, she would being in here playing with me right now, not giving me time to consider what happened and decide right from wrong. And even if she had that sort of decency inside her she would not give you freedom from curses, which you discovered you had after leaving the room without Jessica's consultant(which was a curse). Perhaps it is karma finally paying you back for doing the right thing and not using the ring. It seemed obscured, but you didn't know what to trust now. As you maneuver yourself to look out the widow at the rising sun, its golden pink glow vanquishing darkness across the snow covered landscape, you contemplate your next move. You could run for it, get ahead of Jessica and pray that you are immune to her curses and can escape your fate here rotting away. But this is a risky move, and if you can still be cursed you would be harshly punished. Perhaps you could stay here and play along with being Sally until further notice.