Since you're the eldest in reality, you decide to take charge despite your new delicate body. You march up right in front of all the girls, taking big steps. Your arms are stiff and fixed at your sides, your hands have formed tiny fists. As you take your position at the head of the room you puff out your chest, or at least you puff up whatever an 8 year old girl can puff up to try and look tough. Sarah and her friends are given a heavy glare as you scan everyone in the room. You stand as tall as you can, one could almost tell that you were just slightly on your tippy toes if they checked your cute little feet in their tiny white-with-pink-hearts socks. All you get back are looks that you take to be a combination of shock and fear, and you then transmit your demanding ultimatum through your new soft angel-like voice.
"Sarah! I am not playing games with you. You give me that remote and take your little girl's night into your room."
You extend your hand, signaling to Sarah that she had better give you the remote right that instant. All the girls (the real girls that is) in the room look shocked and don't move. You think to yourself that being assertive must have worked and prance over to Sarah with your hand still out.
Sarah looks you in the eyes and silently raises her change ray device towards your hand. You begin to smile with satisfaction in your authority. But just before you get it
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