“What the hell?!” You screamed. You were wearing a light pink ballet outfit, complete with tights and shoes. The room was filled with ballet awards and certificates, and was painted a light pink. Your sister smirks, before turning on a nearby radio, playing ballet music. You begin to dance and pirouette with a grace and poise you didn’t even know you had. You couldn’t control yourself as you danced. You were having a lot of fun, oddly enough. She suddenly turned the radio off, and you stopped. You looked at her and asked “What did you do?” Your sister smirked. “How long to you think you were out?” Your sister asked. You think for a second, then say “I don’t know.” Your sister giggled. “You were under my control…
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