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Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”
You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.
Katie Fingers Me With My Shrunken Brother
I roll my eyes just like you had and whine, “It’s not like you didn’t stay out when you were our age.” You grab my elbow and tell me you never drove wasted, no matter how late it got, and that I’m going to be in huge trouble, but we’ll talk about it in the morning. Then you say you expect us to go right to bed and not cause any more trouble. As if your Dad himself.
Katie says she has to go to the bathroom first, and I stomp into the house and up the stairs. She watches me from the bottom step and then walks back out where you’re still fuming. She looks at you all coy-like, batting her lashes at you, and says, “You know, we’re really sorry. We were just having fun.” She tries to stroke your arm and asks, “Don’t you remember what fun is?”
Suprise, surprise
She’s pretty, and her dress is far too small for her thick body. All you can muster is another scoff and an attempt to shake her off as you turn to enter the house.
“Tony?” She says—a hand on the hip of her slinky black cocktail dress. When you turn, you think she is pointing a plastic squirt at you that she must have pulled from her clutch. You don’t even want to ask, but her face is pinched, causing you to pause. “I gave you the opportunity to play nice. I think you should have accepted it, but instead, you wanted to be a stick in the mud.”
You open your mouth to tell her to go to bed, but she pulls the trigger, and a neon purple bolt of light shoots from the thing in her hand. The ray of light smacks into your chest with a powerful blow, which makes you fall back into the doorway.
Katie blows the barrel with a giggle and walks toward you. Your whole body vibrates, and then you start to shrink. Your body slides down the doorframe slowly at first, and then when you’re 2ft tall, the process zips, and instantly you are just a centimeter tall and naked in your pile of clothes.
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