Amanda started sniffing in my direction. “P-U,” she grinned. Someone’s a stinky little girl.”
“Huh?” I questioned.
“What happened?” Jessica asked, “Did she crap herself?”
“No!” I blushed.
“Of course not,” Amanda waved away. “Rachel’s a big girl, right?” I was still blushing but nodded. “Right,” your sister exclaimed, “She’s just sweaty from the dancing; it’s bath time!”
“I don’t wanna take a bath!” I protested.
“Too bad, Shrimp,” Jessica exclaimed. “Maybe we’ll scrub you while we’re in there.”
“Knock it off, Jess!” Amanda scolded before speaking sweetly to me. “Now, Rachel, we just have to wash you off. Even cute little ballerinas get stinky.”
“Don’t wanna,” I argued
“She even argues like a bratty little sister,” Jessica laughed.
“Do not!” I shot back.
“Enough!” Amanda declared. “Jess, you go look into the basement and see what toys and clothes you can find for Rachel.”
“Why can’t you just keep transforming her stuff?” Jessica demanded.
“Every little girl needs a closet full of pretty clothes,” Amanda explained. “And I’ve dreamed of the day I’d give my toys to my baby sister.”
“I’m not a baby!” I challenged.
Amanda just giggled, “Of course not, my little cutie-pie.” I flinched when she pinched my cheek, “It’s just an expression.”
“You go to the basement if it’s so important, and I’ll bathe the brat,” Jessica offered.
“No way,” Amanda said, “That place is full of spiders. I’ll tell you what we’ll leave it up to Rachel. Honey, who do you want to get your bath from?”
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