I came home, exhausted. It had been a horrible day. I had four tests in a row, and I was convinced that I'd failed all of them. I didn't even have the energy to pretend to be happy that it was my sister's eighteenth birthday.
"Hey, Jack!" she said excitedly as I walked in. I grunted in recognition of her and proceeded to walk upstairs.
"Jack? That's no way to say happy birthday!"
All of a sudden, I blacked out.
When I came into consciousness, I couldn't move at all. Not only that, but my body felt oddly distorted. All I could see was that I was in the upstairs bathroom.
"Well Jack, you messed up." I heard Danielle's booming voice say.
"What did you do to me? Why can't I move?" I tried to say, but no sound came out. I didn't seem to have a mouth.
"It's about time I explain something to you. Every woman in our family is a witch. I've been trained from a very young age in witchcraft, and now that I'm eighteen, I can finally access the full extent of my abilities. Hence, your new form."
"What new form? What are you talking about?"
Even though no sound came out, Danielle seemed to be able to understand me. "You still haven't figured it out?" she asked. "I've turned you into _____"
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