Rebecca sighed, “Okay, but just a few more stories.”
Heather smiled, “Great!” The college student started searching through the old toys with great joy.
“Remind me,” Rebecca grinned. “Which of us is supposed to be the older sister?”
“Oh,” Heather waved her sister’s comment aside, “Get off your soapbox, Becca.” Rebecca was about to respond when Heather gasped and held up a doll’s pacifier.
“An old doll’s binky?” Rebecca questioned.
“No,” Heather corrected with a grin. “Mom’s binky.”
“Mom’s?” Rebecca asked before the memory came back to her, and she chuckled. “Oh, yeah, man, was she mad.”
“Yeah,” Heather agreed. “We wanted to play house, but neither wanted to be the baby.”
“We’d only known about your powers for a few years,” Rebecca remembered.
“Right,” Heather noted. “So we snuck up on mom while she was sleeping.”
“I’ll never forget the look on her face when we grabbed her and forced her into a toy diaper and bonnet.” Rebecca reminisced.
“We played all day,” Heather’s smile fell. “Then we got hungry, so we had to grow her back.”
“That was the first time Mom ever spanked us,” Rebecca recalled.
“And she made us promise never to shrink her without permission.” Heather finished.
“Hey,” Rebecca pulled something soft out from under an old make-up kit. “My old sleeping bag; remember the first time I used it?”
“Totally!” Heather smiled, “Lauren invited you to your first sleepover ever.”
“And I’d asked you to come along,” Rebeca began.
“Asked?” Heather raised an eyebrow. “You were worse than Delilah on her first day of daycare.”
“The point is,” Rebecca blushed. “We convinced mom to let you come to the sleepover.”
“But,” Heather smiled. “We forgot to mention that I was undercover as a doll.”
“Because,” Rebecca added. “I was embarrassed about having to bring my big sister.”
“But Lauren found us out,” Heather recalled. “That was when we first told her about my powers.”
“And we had a great time.” Rebecca finished. “We’ve been down here a long time; we should get back up soon.”
“You’re right,” Heather started to walk towards the clothes when suddenly she gasped and held up a tiny dollhouse.
“What?” Rebecca asked.
“This,” Heather explained, “Is the dollhouse from the day we first discovered my powers.”
“It is?” Rebecca asked curiously.
“You were still pretty young,” Heather told Rebecca. “And we were playing dolls one day, and I remember thinking how much fun the dollhouse looked, and I wanted to go inside it to play. I kept thinking, ‘I wanna play in the dollhouse, I wanna play in the dollhouse!’ And the next thing I knew, I was sitting at the table in the kitchen with Barbie and Chelsea.”
“Oh yeah,” Rebecca remembered, “Mom was pretty upset.”
“She was frantic,” Heather corrected. “She was calling the hospital, and I think a gypsy when I grew myself back to eat my lunch.”
“What a day,” Rebecca smiled.
“Yeah,” Heather agreed as she gently put the dollhouse down.
“Come on,” Rebecca gestured to a trash bag of clothes, “We have to get dressed.”
“Yeah,” Heather agreed as she started unbuttoning her pajama top.
“Heather!” Rebecca complained.
“Oh, Becca,” Heather sighed, “We’re both girls, and besides, we’ve seen each other completely naked more than most sisters.”
“Could you just not?” Rebecca requested.
Heather sighed and looked through the bag. “I think we’ll need more space in our shirts than most kids, so we should probably pick something from when we were eight or so.” Heather picked up a bundle of clothes and a pair of shoes, “Good thing mom’s a packrat; I’m good.”
Rebecca looked through the bag reluctantly, “Aren’t there any other options?”
“I think,” Heather grinned, “Our old Easter dresses are around here somewhere.”
“Not funny,” Rebecca scolded as she picked up a green shirt, a pair of jeans, and some shoes of her own, “I’m good.”
“Me too,” Heather announced as she spun around in a pink shirt and denim skirt. Heather hugged her sister, and the two looked at themselves in the vanity mirror, “We look pretty cute.”
Despite herself, Rebecca chuckled, “Come on, let’s go see mom.”
“Coming, Becky!” Heather followed.
What happens when the girls get upstairs?
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