Maria shot up in bed, gasping for air. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, and beads of sweat clung to her forehead. The moonlight filtering through her window cast long, eerie shadows across her room, making her surroundings feel surreal.
She reached up to touch her chest, her hands trembling as she confirmed that her body hadn’t changed. Her B cup was still in place. She wasn’t shrunken; her figure hadn’t been stolen. Her clothes fit snugly, just as they had before she fell asleep.
It was a nightmare. A terrible, vivid nightmare.
Maria swung her legs over the side of the bed and stared at the floor, trying to steady her breathing. The memory of Becka’s malicious grin lingered, haunting her even now. It had felt so real—the devices, the tingling sensation, Becka’s overwhelming dominance. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
"Get a grip, Maria," she whispered to herself, running a hand through her tangled hair.
She glanced around her room. Everything was as it should be. No strange devices on her bed or dresser, no flickering lights mocking her. Just her familiar belongings, arranged exactly as she had left them.
A soft knock at her door startled her, and she froze. The doorknob turned slowly, and Becka’s head peeked in. For a split second, Maria’s breath caught in her throat, expecting the worst.
"You okay?" Becka asked, her tone unusually soft. "I heard you talking in your sleep."
Maria blinked. Becka’s expression wasn’t smug or cruel. Instead, she looked… concerned?
"Uh… yeah," Maria said hesitantly. "Just a bad dream."
Becka stepped inside, her arms crossed casually. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie and shorts, her usual confidence radiating from her stance, but there was no malice in her gaze. "Must’ve been a bad one. You were calling my name like I was chasing you or something."
Maria forced a laugh, trying to shake off the lingering dread. "It was just… weird. Don’t worry about it."
Becka tilted her head, studying Maria for a moment before shrugging. "Alright. Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me."
Maria watched as her sister left, closing the door softly behind her. She sank back onto her bed, her heart still racing but her mind beginning to settle. It was just a dream, she told herself again. A reflection of her insecurities and frustrations, nothing more.
Becka in real life was quite the opposite of the evil psychopath in the dream; a very kind, positive and friendly girl who wouldn't harm a fly. She was very close to her older sister and you could say she enjoyed everything in her daily life. Maria just couldn't remember her acting selfishly or getting annoyed for something trivial even when she was little. On the other hand, she thought she was too childlike and naive for her age.
Maria was aware of her complex regarding her little sister's overdevelopment and made sure it never came out. Being rather overconscious about this matter and very protective of Becka she had inquired among her friends and teachers if she had faced any teasing, but apparently she never did; it's like she had a natural charm that kept even the most unscrupulous bullies from messing with her. She liked them herself, since in her own words they made nice pillows...
Then she went to the kitchen and saw her sister had already prepared breakfest for them. Becka greeted her sister again with a sunny smile. Little did Maria know this wouldn't be just another day...
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