TPO

The Window closed and the only Ben was the one sitting in my room. This one looked slightly less girly.

“Uh....what where...?”

And his voice was back to normal too.

“Just keep siting for a while, ok? You need to give your body time to readjust back to this world.”

Even tough Ben figured it out, that didn't make things less confusing for him. As always tough he was quick on the uptake.

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“So let me get this straight”, he started after a while. “You created an entire virtual world, just to get me to admit that I was actually a girl.”

“Well, that was more of a bonus. I did think it would be very funny if you did. But I can life with this outcome.”

Ben groaned and held his head. “Do you have any idea what that might have done to my psyche if i actually believed it?”

“Oh stop being such a Dramaqueen. I'm sure I could have fixed you easy enough. And worst case scenario I exchange an obnoxious little brat of a brother with a cute little sister. That's a win-win as far as I am concerned.”

Ben didn't honor that with a response. “How did you even....”

That was the cue for my evil monologue. “Well, you might recall that I wanted to humiliate you, like reeeeeeaallly humiliate you. The problem is that I am just way too nice a person for my own good, so it had to be done in a way that didn't ruin your life. You know how everyone has this dream of going to school without pants? That was my inspiration.”

“I never had those.”

“Anyway, that was the Why dunnit. As for the How dunnit. It wasn't actually that hard. I basically used your own consciousness as a motherboard and simply told you things your mind had to show you. Your brain did the rest. Kinda like reading a story.”

“That's is like the dumbest shit I ever heard. Besides you where there as well.”

“In a sense. I used my old phone to give myself a command to sync up with your world. Basically while everything else was in “Tutu Princess Ora” our conversation took place in the real world. “

“Tutu Princess Ora?”

“That's the name of the game. Pretty cute, huh? Anyway, what I mean with sync up is that our mind had both access to the same “story” at the same time. Of course there where creative differences, like how each reader imagines the characters of a story to look different. Still these where small enough to be irrelevant. The biggest difference was that you where basically in virtual reality, while I looked trough a monitor. And of course I had Administrator privileges. ...You still with me?”

“Still sounds like complete bullshit to me.”

I shrugged. “Sometimes you just have to suspend your sense of disbelief.”

Ben clutched his head and sighed. “I can't believe to what **** lengths you go, just to embarrass me.”

“Oh, little brother, you know I would go too any length when it comes to you.”

“Just to make sure...the walk in the morning....”

“Yep, that was still in the real world.”

“I thought it was strange that Marcie didn't mention my upcoming performance.” Ben pondered.

“Ah most unfortunate coincidence indeed. I would have totally had you if it wasn't for that.”

Ben scoffed at that. “Oh please, there where plenty of other inconsistencies. Why was the beauty parlor connected to the theater? Why was everyone so eager to see a show about a guy in a tutu? Millions of views, really? Katy, Vanessa and Evan also acted rather out of character. Especially Evan. Yeah sorry to burst your bubble, but don't quit your day job to become a writer.”

“Writing a story is hard. I definitely will pawn the job off to someone else next time.” I threatened. “Any more constructive criticism, Monsieur Critic?”

“Well”, Ben hesitated. “There where also my...bodily functions. We spend a couple of hours in there and you provided me with plenty of drinks during that time, despite all that I never had to go.”

“Well...there is a reason for that. Actually you still haven't noticed?”

Ben didn't take long to get it. He looked down, noticed that he wore nothing but a diaper. From the look of his face he also noticed the mushy sensation within. “Eww!” He stood up and immediately lost his balance, I rushed towards him to prevent him from collapsing.

“Careful, your locomotion is all kinds of whack right now. Don't worry, I read some articles online and it should return to normal in a couple of hours. You should still be able to crawl, which is quite appropriate I guess.”

“I am wearing a diaper, a used diaper”, he noted quite matter of factly.

“Yep, I was worried that you might get dehydrated while in “Tutu Princess Ora” so all those drinks where also given to you in real life. All while having no bladder control. You probably did go at least 6 or 7 times. I'm pretty sure you even did it once during your dance. I have it on video, shall we check?

“You could have easily let me use the toilet.”

“Yeah, but you know how characters never use the toilet during a story? It just wasn't in my artistic vision. Also you would have still peed your diaper in real life, so who cares?”

“This is so gross. I need to change right now.”

“I guess you should, should I change you?”

“I can do it myself!”, he wiggled away from me and tried to stand, finally gave up after multiple attempts and sat back frustrated.

“Carrying or crawling?” I asked.

“Crawling”, he announced stubborn and started crawling towards the door. He struggled a bit and then reached the handle before stopping. “Sis?”

“Yes?”

“We are even now, right?”

I had to laugh. “I told you this was my magnum opus, and I don't believe in producing inferior sequels.”

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Sis.”

“Although seeing you crawl around in a fully soaked diaper gives me all kind of ideas. So I would suggest you do change yourself quickly before you awake something in me.”

That was clear enough. Ben quickly(well as quickly as he could) crawled out of the room.

The moment he did I took out my phone.

“Do the Chicken Dance tomorrow at school.”

Command

“Now, we are even.” I smirked while deleting Ben's picture. I took a deep breath, opened the window (I really should have used Ben's room for this) and lay down on my bed.

“Its over, huh?”

I was considering it for a moment. Using Ben as my personal plaything for the rest of his life. He wouldn't have to get a job, I could easily provide for the both of us. I could put him trough an endless spiral of humiliations. He probably would even learn to enjoy it. I mean he wasn't that angry with me despite all I did, right? And hey, If I ever overdid it, I could always erase his memories.

The thought scared the shit out of me.

No, absolutely not. This has to stop right here.

I took the app out inserted a selfie of myself and punched the following command in.

“Can never use this app again.”

Push it, come on, push it.

In the end I didn't push it.

Still I wouldn't use the app on Ben ever again. That was 100% certain.

“Unless”, I faintly mumbled, “Ben tries to get **** on me.”

The thought made me smile.

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