TinkieBinkie Posted May 19, 2019 Share Posted May 19, 2019 Author @ BinkieTinkie on twitter. I wrote this. T: My sister is a witch. You'd think that would come with a certain air of toughness. But no. She's a crybaby witch. She stubs her toe. She cries. I look at her wrong. She cries. I breathe. You know it, she cries. The girl is 18, and yet she's the biggest baby I've ever met. J: I wake up and stretch my arms out. Yawning real big, I look over and see my sister Tinkie still sound asleep. "Good," I smile, "plenty of time to work... Alone." I sit down at my vanity, and grab my spell book, thinking about the hurtful words she spoke to me yesterday. "Oh my God, Jackie, you are such a baby," she snorts, "and to think you just turned 18," another snort, "as if." The words still sting. You should think she would show just a little sympathy considering my boyfriend of three years left me. I bite my lip as the tears yet again threaten to spill over. Finally, I find the page I'm looking for. The babicus spell. I grin, and look over at Tinkie. "Let's see who the baby is now," I chuckle. I get to work, ironing out the details of the spell. Stealing a few hairs. And on occasion maniacally cackling, as most witches do (well, at least on TV) Finally, everything is prepared. I tiptoe over to her bedside, I very gently pry her mouth open and drizzle the potion in. Just a single drop, I know, will do the trick. Then I chant the spell. Soon, it will take effect. And from that point forward, every time she calls me a baby, she'll grow one year younger, until she's nothing but a babbling baby. T: I blink my eyes open, practically gagging on the awful taste in my mouth. I drag myself out of bed and sit on the toilet, grabbing my toothbrush and hurriedly scrubbing the awful taste from my mouth. I come down the stairs, and of course, Jackie is already up. She's waiting by the microwave, cooking God knows what. I sigh and shove her aside to put my breakfast burrito in instead. I hear her shocked whimper, and scoff, "Don't be such a baby!" I feel a strange tingling in my body, but chalk it up to nothing. Mornings are always weird. I'm probably just tired. The microwave beeps, and I shove Jackie to the side again. For some reason she's looking at me with a very disconcerting smile. I glare back, never being able to understand morning people. I take a big bite out of my burrito, wincing and flapping my hands "ow ow! Hot!!!" Jackie looks at me deviously, "dont be such a baby, Tinkie" I spit my burrito out, indignantly sputtering, "Me, a baby, I think that should be you! You're a stinking, whiny, little crybaby and you know it. So get lost, baby." My body is taken over in a rush of tingles. I frown, and down a glass of water with a couple of ibuprofen thinking I must be getting a migraine. J: I can't believe it. Tinkie is literally shrinking before my eyes. Her voice is reaching a higher pitch, and her teeth are even getting a little more crooked. I shove my oatmeal back in the microwave, plotting how I'll get her to call me a baby next. I'm almost gleeful, eager to turn her into the stinky baby she always claims I am. T: I look in the mirror, something seems off, but I can't quite place what. "Jackie!" My voice comes out a shrill shriek. She comes darting down the hall. I look at her, unable to comprehend how anyone can be so chipper a 7 in the fucking morning. "Yes sissy?" She asks innocently. "Sissy?" I laugh, "God you really are a baby." And then something strange happens, as I look in the mirror my body morphs. My chest gets a little smaller my hips a little less wide. I gasp, not wanting to acknowledge what I just saw. I slowly look at Jackie, who is biting back a laugh. "What. Did. You. Do." I feel tears welling in my eyes, suddenly wishing I had been more cognizant of the fact that my sister is a witch. She smiles, clearly enjoying this, "oh you know, a bit of this, a bit of that." I begin to feel my body fill with rage, and without thought I blurt out, "so you decided to turn me into you?! A fucking baby! You are the crybaby who-" I stop, feeling my body tingle as I grow smaller. It's comforting in a way, and for a second I almost forget I'm angry. Throwing caution to the wind, I cry " you're the baby in this family! Not me!" But as I say it, I know it's no longer true. I look around, everything suddenly much bigger. What was I doing, I think. But then I see a little rubber ducky on the side of the bathtub. I giggle and waddle over to him. "Sissy?" I ask, "can we do a bubble bath?" Jackie smiles and scoops me up, "of course we can, baby sister" Link to comment
Infernum Posted May 19, 2019 Share Posted May 19, 2019 Loved it on Twitter and love it here! It's a good little short story :)! Glad you took my advice on signing up for this site, it's a great place :)! Link to comment
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