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Author's note: This story starts very shortly after the first part. If enough people want I will submit the conclusion to the story. I thank everyone who has left feedback to my first story, it is greatly appreciated. Time for a Change Part 2 I awoke that morning a few seconds after my twin sister woke up. At the time I didn't remember that I hadn't always been a baby girl with an identical twin who shared both thoughts and emotions. At one time BM (before meteorite) I had been a married forty year old man and the baby girl lying next to me was once my twenty two year old nephew. But that all changed a long time ago when we encountered an odd meteorite. Since then we had gone through many changes before we had finally changed into these forms. In fact even though I couldn't tell time, we had been babies now for five thousand days. Five thousand days and yet we had not aged one day. And the funny thing is that nobody seemed to notice. The day began like every one before it, we would wake up and cry until mommy came into our room. "Are mommy's little darlings awake?" Then she would proceed to play with our fingers and toes. She knew that would always get a positive response from us. Then this morning as she did every morning before she would pick up my sister first from our crib and put her on the changing table to change her wet diaper. I didn't mind because I knew she would get to me eventually, but it was odd how she never picked me first. If I didn't know better I would think that my sister had some type of control over mommy. As soon as I thought that my sister turned her head and looked at me funny. Then I went back to thinking about how hungry I was. After my sister was changed and put into her outfit for the day mommy came over and picked me up and put me on the changing table to change my diaper. I always liked it when she put the nice smelling powder on my behind. Before long I was also dressed in an identical outfit to my sister and mommy carried us downstairs and placed us in our high chairs. Then she put a bib on my sister and then me. I knew what was coming next and I babbled away happily as mommy opened up a jar of baby food. She dipped the spoon in and fed my sister first and then me. She continued this way until the jar was completely empty. Then it was time for our bottles which we both drank very quickly. After we finished eating and drinking mommy picked us up and put us down on the floor to play. My sister crawled over to a pile of blocks while I crawled over to a stuffed pink elephant. Crawling had become such a natural way of travel for me that I had completely forgotten that I used to walk upright on two feet like mommy did. I don't know how long we played on the floor since time held no meaning to me. Before I knew it mommy picked us up and took us to the car where she secured us in our car seats. I was busy watching mommy as she packed the car with lots of stuff that we would need for the day. As I watched her I could feel my sister begin to giggle as she watched mommy. Then I began to giggle as well. The uncontrollable urge to do everything my sister did was second nature to me and I didn't even think of it. Most of the time I let her do the thinking for the both of us. Mommy got into the car and started playing pretty music for the long trip. We must have been tired because before I knew it we had both fallen asleep at the same time and didn't wake up until mommy lifted us out of our car seats. We were still a bit groggy when mommy put us into the double stroller. I didn't know where we were so I looked to my sister as I always did to tell me what was happening. She was in the dark the same as I was. "Now you two be good little babies while mommy takes you into the museum. And if you are good mommy has a special surprise for her two princesses." I never knew what mommy was saying when she spoke to us but I liked to hear her talk. She had a pretty voice. Mommy gave us each a binky to suck on as she pushed our stroller into the big building. We could suck on our binky for a long time before we got tired of it. We never got tired of sucking, it was a fun way to spend the day. I don't know how long mommy pushed us around before she finally stopped. Looking up at her I saw that she was busy looking at something on a table covered in glass. I didn't know what she was looking at but my sister and me could feel our bodies begin to tingle. Well my body tingled for a few seconds but then it stopped, but I knew that my sister's body was still tingling. It was tingling even stronger than it had been before, it was almost like she had absorbed all the tingling out of me and took it all for herself. The next thing I knew my sister was gone from the stroller and standing beside mommy was a six year old girl. She tugged on mommy's sleeve. "What's that mommy?" the little girl asked. "The sign says that it is a meteorite, Chandelle," Mommy replied. "It also says that it was found in the same city that we live in. Isn't that a funny co-incidence?" "What's does coincidence mean, mommy?" Chandelle asked. "It's just a big word that grownups use princess. Don't forget to keep on eye on your baby sister," Mommy said. "Okay mommy. I like how pretty pink it is." Chandelle looked down at me and grinned. I could still feel her feelings but her thoughts were in the strange talk that mommy spoke. I began to feel very frightened and alone and I spit out my binky and began to cry. Chandelle giggled. As Chandelle continued to giggle I felt the uncontrollable urge to wet myself and throw a tantrum. I tried to stop but I couldn't it was like I had no control over my body. Mommy gave me a bottle to get me to stop crying. Even though I didn't want to I resisted her. Then mommy tried giving me my binky and I continued to resist her. Very soon I was attracting a crowd. Chandelle looked at the crowd of people and smiled. She then said to mommy, "Can I help mommy?" Mommy just nodded her head. Chandelle started to stroke my hair and I felt a wave of calm flow through me. Although I had a wet diaper I felt very happy and contented. Several people in the crowd complimented mommy on how helpful and pretty Chandelle was. Then I felt the urge to sleep and I fell to sleep right away. When I woke up we were back in the car. I was in my little car seat and Chandelle was in her big girl's car seat playing with a dolly. I couldn't understand why Chandelle was older and bigger than I was nor could I figure out why mommy didn't notice. Before I had time to think about it anymore, mommy stopped the car and she helped Chandelle out of her car seat. It was then that I noticed that Chandelle was dressed differently than before. Before I fell asleep she had been wearing a yellow dress that was almost the same color of her long yellow curly hair. Now she was dressed in a tight pink outfit from head to toe. "You run inside to ballet, Chandelle, mommy will be with you in a minute after she gets the baby." Mommy quickly grabbed me and the diaper bag out of the car and ran into the building. Inside the building was a room filled with lots of little girls all dressed in colorful outfits like Chandelle. Mommy sat down in a chair and placed me on the floor. She pulled a stuffed toy out of the diaper bag for me to play with. At first I wanted to crawl around and look for Chandelle but then I felt the overpowering urge to play quietly with my toy. I don't know how long I played quietly on the floor before I heard Chandelle come running up to mommy. "Did you see me mommy? Did I do good?" "Yes angel, you were very good. Mommy is so proud of you." I wanted to look up at them but I was still feeling the compulsion to play with my toy. I felt very unhappy that I had no control over my body. Then I remembered Chandelle playing with her dolly and I wondered if she was controlling me like she did her dolly. Was I Chandelle's new dolly? Suddenly I was picked up from the floor. Mommy held me on her lap as she kept talking to Chandelle. I could now see Chandelle, she looked a little different than she did in the car. Her hair was more yellow and curlier than before. And her face was so cute and adorable that when she smiled she could make any grown up fall in love with her. The more I looked at her the more I felt like I wanted to grow up and be just like her. I felt a rumbling in my stomach and I started to cry my hungry cry. Mommy opened the diaper bag and pulled out a juice bottle. When she did I saw something glowing pink inside the bottom of the bag next to the bottle. As soon as she gave me the bottle I began to suck it very quickly. The more I drank the more tired I got. It wasn't long before I fell asleep on mommy's lap. When I awoke I was seated in a car seat next to Chandelle. I looked down and saw that I was no longer a baby. I was the same size as Chandelle dressed in the same tight pink outfit. Suddenly my mind was overwhelmed by a thousand images and sounds like I was being bombarded with over five years of memories all at once. I looked over at Chandelle but I was too confused to say anything. She looked at me and said, "Mommy, Danielle is awake." "Good then mommy can stop and get her two little princesses an ice cream." A minute later mommy parked the car and she took Chandelle and me out of our car seats. I stood on my own two feet in the first time in I don't know how many years. I looked down and saw that I had on a pink ballet outfit just like Chandelle. She took my hand and we walked along with mommy. Mommy walked into the ice cream store and we followed her. As mommy stepped up to the counter I noticed a large mirror on the wall. I looked at the two of us in the mirror and was surprised by what I saw. There were two identical looking six year old girls holding hands. I don't think it would be possible for anyone to tell us apart. We both turned when we heard mommy speak. "Okay girls, what kind of ice cream do you want today?" Although I felt like having vanilla I said "Chocolate" aloud at the same time as Chandelle. The girl behind the counter smiled. "They are so adorable," the girl said. "What are your names?" "Chandelle and Danielle," we both said in unison. "Which one is which?" the girl asked. "We won't tell," we both replied in unison. It seemed that whatever my sister was going to say I also felt compelled to say the same thing at the same time. At this point I felt like I was both Chandelle and Danielle. Even I didn't know who I was. "They do that all the time," mommy said. "It's very rare when only one of them speaks alone. I've given up trying to figure out who is who." We both giggled. I had already forgotten that just a little while ago I had been a baby and now I was too busy having fun playing tricks on grownups. The girl behind the counter handed us each a small chocolate ice cream cone which we took from her at the same time. We both walked in unison to two chairs and sat down to lick our ice cream cones. I didn't notice that we were both sitting the same and licking the ice cream at the same time. Without the need to look at my sister I was doing everything she did simultaneously. We both finished at the same exact second and we both had a little bit of ice cream at the bottom of our noses. "All done mommy," we said together. Mommy came over with a napkin and wiped our noses. "I don't know how you girls do it." The next few days my sister and me did everything in unison together. Whatever my sister felt like saying, I also said with her. And whatever she felt like doing I did too. It wasn't long before I began to think of myself as Chandelle too. Even mommy began to think about us as Chandelle. "Chandelle," mommy called from the kitchen. We both left our room and went running to her. "Yes mommy," we said together. "It's a nice day, why don't you go out and play in the pool for awhile." "Okay mommy," we said as we went back to our room to change. Our room was a normal twin girl's room with twin beds and dressers. There was two of everything in the room. Everything was identical down to the smallest detail. My sister and me both opened our dressers and looked at several different swimsuits. I was trying to decide between the pink one or the yellow one. Then I sensed that my sister had chosen the pink one for us. I can never decide on anything and I'm glad that she makes all the decisions for us. We quickly changed into our identical pink one piece swimsuits. We never needed to use a mirror anymore. We just looked at each other if we wanted to see how we looked. After we were done checking each other we went out to play in the little wading pool in the backyard. We played and splashed for awhile before we got tired. My sister's thoughts entered my head and I knew she was ready to go inside. There was never a need for us to talk out loud to each other we just knew each other's thoughts. We went into the house and mommy was still in the kitchen and it smelled very nice. "Did you have fun in the pool Chandelle?" mommy asked. "Yes mommy," we said. "Well mommy thinks it was time for you to take swimming lessons." The next thing I knew we were at a large swimming pool filled with lots of people I didn't know. I saw something moving quickly towards us out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly something bumped into my sister and knocked her down to the floor. I spun around and saw a cute dark haired boy standing above my sister. He reached down and helped her up. "Oops. Sorry. I'm Tyler." "Hi, I'm Chandelle," we said in unison. He looked back and fort at us. "Which one of you is Chandelle?" We both pointed at ourselves. "I am. We both are." "How do you do that?" Tyler asked. "Do what?" we said. "Say the same things at the same time." We both giggled. "We just do. We always do." "Okay, pick a number between one and a hundred and say it out loud," Tyler said. "Twelve," we both said without hesitation. Tyler looked surprised but before he could say anything the instructor blew his whistle and we had to begin our lesson. We didn't have a chance to talk with Tyler until we finished our lesson. We had just changed into our street clothes and we saw him waiting outside. "Hi Tyler," we said. "Hi Chandelle," he said. Then a horn beeped and he turned to look. "That's my mom, see ya." There was something about the way my sister was looking at Tyler that I couldn't understand. She was thinking something and for the first time I couldn't tell what it was. All I knew was that it had something to do with Tyler. As their car pulled away mommy pulled up in her car. We both jumped into the back seat. "How did it go Chandelle?" Mommy asked. "Great mommy," we replied. "We met a nice boy. SIX MONTHS LATER: I can't believe that I slept so late today. I would still be asleep but I got woke up by Billy playing his TV too loud. His bedroom is next to mine and it's easy to hear noises from there. I got out of bed and slipped on my Tinkerbelle slippers. Even though my birthday is today mommy gave me my Tinkerbelle slippers and jammies yesterday so I could wear them to bed. Billy's birthday is also today and he wanted his gift early too. So mommy gave him a new pair of jammies too. Sometimes I wish I had a sister instead of a big brother. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I walked to Billy's door. I had to knock a couple of times before he answered it. "What do you want squirt?" Billy asked. "You woke me." "So what?" "You should be nice to me, it's my birthday," I said. "Yeah, so what? It's mine too. But you're only five. I'm seven, so I'm bigger and older." "I'm gonna tell mommy," I threatened. Billy looked worried. "Don't tell. If you don't tell I'll show you a secret." "What is it?" "Keep quiet and come in." He closed the door after I walked into his room. Looking around I couldn't believe how different it looked from my room. My room was filled with dolls and stuffed animals. Billy's room was filled with action figures, games, skate boards and other stuff that boys like. He reached under the bed and pulled out a big glowing rock. "What's that?" "It's a magic rock." "Ooooh, magic. Is that why it's glowing pink and blue?" "I'm not sure. It was glowing pink when I found it in mom's room. Then I made a wish and it started glowing pink and blue." "What did you wish for?" He smiled. "That's my secret. Maybe if you're nice to me I'll let you have a wish. But until then you have to keep it a secret." "Can I touch it?" I said as I reached for it. Billy pulled it away. "No! Keep away from it! Just forget that I showed it to you!" I turned around and walked out of his room. I walked downstairs and saw mommy in the kitchen. "How's mommy's little sleepy head? Are you ready for your big day?" "Yes mommy." "Is your brother awake?" "I don't know mommy. I haven't seen him this morning." I spent the rest of the year going to kindergarten where I made friends with two girls in my class. One of them, Krista, was also in my ballet class and we became really close friends. ONE YEAR LATER: It was hard to believe that twelve months had gone by and mommy was getting ready to throw another birthday party. Even though Billy and me was born four years apart we still share the same birthday. There were banners all over the house that said Happy Eighth birthday Billy and Happy Fourth birthday Chandelle. I ran around the house very excited and I couldn't wait to open my gifts and eat cake. I really like daycare a lot but I was afraid of goin' to school next year. Billy says they make you do terrible things in school and it's even worse for girls 'cause girls aren't as smart as boys. Just 'cause he's older than me he thinks he's so smart. I told mommy that I was afraid to go to kindergarten. She said that if I was a brave little girl and go, then she was gonna treat me and let me take ballet. Stacey in daycare has a sister who takes ballet and she says it's lots of fun. ONE YEAR LATER: A year later it was time for our birthday party. Mommy put up colorful banners and since I couldn't read I had to ask her what they said. She told me that one said Happy Ninth birthday Billy and the other said Happy Third birthday Chandelle. She said the one with all the pink was my banner. I can't wait until I am old enough to go to school and learn how to read. ONE YEAR LATER: It was a year later when mommy threw a birthday party for me and Billy. I was going to be two years old and mommy said that Billy was going to be ten. Double digits she said, I didn't know what she meant but it sounded funny and I giggled. She said that I was old enough to go to day care and that I would have lots of fun with other kids my age. Mommy is happy 'cause I can go potty like a big girl. Sometimes I still have booboos like when mommy and me went to watch Billy doin' gymnastics. I was so excited watchin' my big brother that I forgot I had to go potty and I made a booboo. Billy got mad at me 'cause mommy had to miss what he was doing and clean me up. He teases me all the time callin' me a baby. But I'm not a baby, I'm two whole years old. I can always tell when mommy is goin' to take me somewhere 'cause she always dresses me up in pretty dresses. Sometimes I walk with her but when I get tired of walkin' I climb into my stroller and mommy pushes it. I get tired a lot. I fall asleep in my stroller and car seat all the time. Everytime I wake up mommy has to change my diaper. Mommy says I'm in the terrible twos and she can't wait 'til I turn three. I only see my brother at eatin' time. Mommy says he is busy with school, friends and gymnastics. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding what mommy is talkin' about. She uses a lot of words I don't understand. ONE YEAR LATER: The next year there was a lot of excitement in the house. It was filled with lots of pretty colorful balloons and things wrapped in pretty paper. Mommy picked me up put me into a clean pink onesie. She then pointed one finger at me and said my name and then she held up two fingers and said Billy's name. She kept saying something that sounded like eleben. I couldn't understand what mommy was saying when she spoke to me unless she said my name or Billy's. I was barely old enough to understand those words, but everything else sounded like gibberish to me. It was around that time that Billy came into the house with a couple of his friends. They had just ridden their bikes from gymnastics mommy said, and she wanted him to take a bath and change his clothes before he could open his presents. His friends stayed in the living room while Billy went upstairs to his room. I slowly climbed the stairs to his room. I had some difficulty climbing stairs because it was hard for my small legs to go up them. I finally made it to Billy's room and he had just stripped down to his underwear. He turned when he heard me come into his room. "Who's there? Oh it's you." I nodded my head 'cause since I was only a year old, I still didn't talk yet. "You're too little to understand what I'm going to tell you." I looked up at Billy as he opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a rock that glowed a pale blue on one side and a pale pink on the other. He sat on his bed and placed the rock on the bed beside him. "I use this on you every year," Billy said with a laugh. "Everytime I get a year older I use it to make you a year younger. Nobody but me remembers it but you and me used to be the same age. Then one day I decided that I didn't want to be a twin anymore, that I was gonna be the older brother. I don't know how this magic rock works but it does whatever I think and all I had to do was think you one year younger and you were and mommy never knew." He accidentally knocked the pretty rock off the bed onto the floor and I walked over to it, but he jumped off the bed and grabbed it before I could reach it. I held out my hand and opened and closed it. "Uh, uh, me, me," I tried to talk but I couldn't get the words out. "No, no. I don't want you to get this. It doesn't glow as bright as it use to but it still works. Let me show you." He held the rock and he stared at it. As he stared it glowed a little brighter and I felt a little tingle inside me. A few seconds later my clothes had disappeared and I was on all fours on the floor. My hands and feet felt funny too. I tried to call out to mommy but all that came out was a bark. I heard Billy laughing and I barked a couple more times. He jumped off the bed and picked me up. He carried me over to a mirror and I saw that he was holding a cute black and white puppy in his hands. Billy giggled. "I didn't know if that was gonna work. I always wanted a puppy. Puppies are better than sisters anyway." I kept trying to call out to mommy but all that came out were more short barks. The next thing I knew Billy was putting a little dog collar around my neck. "If you're a good puppy maybe I'll change you back." He put me back down on the floor and I scampered around the room. I had a hard time getting use to walking like this and I kept running into things. Billy carried me downstairs and put me down on the couch. Then mommy said, "Don't put the puppy on the couch, Billy. She's got to learn that she's not allowed on the furniture. I whimpered as Billy lifted me up and put me on the floor. "Have you picked out a name yet for your new puppy, Billy?" "Uh huh," Billy said. "I'm gonna call her Chandelle." "That's a strange name for a puppy," Mommy said. "Why don't you call her princess or something." "No, I wanta call her Chandelle," Billy said with a smile. "Okay but remember you have to take care of her. That means feed her and take her for walks." Billy scratched me behind the ear. "Yes mom." I couldn't believe she that didn't know that it was me. A few days later Billy called me into the kitchen. I loved when he called me and I ran to him with my tail wagging. He bent down and scratched my head and gave me a treat. "That's a good girl. You're such a good girl." I wagged my tail very fast. The more praise that he gave me made me want to please him more. I couldn't wait for him to give me orders. He was such a good master. Billy filled one bowl with water and the other with food and he put them on the floor in front of me. I slowly sniffed the food, it didn't smell like anything I had ever smelled before. But my tummy was rumbling very hard so I took a small bite of it and chewed. It actually tasted very good and I took a bigger bite and ate some more. Before I knew it I had finished it all off and I was licking the bowl clean. Billy laughed. "Good girl. When you were my sister you never finished what mom gave you. Now you eat everything no matter what it is." He sniffed the inside of the dog food can. "Yuck, this stuff is gross. But you like it don't you girl?" I looked up at him and barked. He grabbed a nearby leash and attached it to my collar. "Come on, time for your walk." I was so excited to be going outside. There were so many new smells and things to see. I kept running ahead but the leash kept holding me back. Then I saw a small furry thing nearby and I ran after it. As I chased the small furry thing the word squirrel came into my mind, but as quickly as the word came it was quickly forgotten. Words were not important and it was hard to remember a lot of them. The furry thing ran up the side of a tree and I stood at the bottom of the tree and barked up at it. I felt master pull on the leash. "Chandelle, down!" I immediately sat down and looked up at him. I wanted him to give me more orders, I could feel my heart race with the excitement of pleasing him. I panted and barked once waiting for him to say something. He just looked and me and smiled. "You obey me very good. Let's see what other tricks you can do." He held up his hand. 'Bark!" I barked. "Roll over and play dead." I rolled over and played dead. It all came so natural to me. I was behaving more and more by instinct and as I did I felt so comfortable being a puppy. The only problem was that I was having a hard time understanding a lot of the things he was saying to me. I understood my name and some of his commands but everything else was impossible to understand. It was like my brain could only recognize a few words and that was it. But I quickly forgot all about that when he said, "Come Chandelle." He tugged on my leash and I quickly followed him. I wondered where my master was going to take me to next. Soon we came to a big field with lots of grass to play around in. He took off my leash and I felt the urge to run around and play but I also waited for master's command. He picked up a small stick and threw it. "Fetch!" he commanded and I bolted off after it. I found it and picked it up in my teeth and proudly returned it back to my master, dropping it at his feet. "Good girl," he rubbed my head. "You're such a good puppy, aren't you? Such a very good puppy. I'm so proud of you, yes I am." I didn't understand anything he was saying but I could tell by the tone of his voice that I had pleased him and I wagged my tail and barked happily. I knew that there was no greater joy than pleasing one's master. I had an uncontrollable urge to lick him. I frantically jumped up and down. He picked me up to look at me and I licked his face. He smiled. "Wow, Chandelle. You're really all dog aren't you? There's nothing left of you from before is there?" All I understood was my name and I yelped and panted heavily. It was so exciting to hear him say my name. I felt like playing and pleasing both at the same time. By the time we left the park and arrived home I had had a very busy day. My every waking moment was spent thinking about master and how much I loved obeying his commands. I couldn't remember anything prior to master and I couldn't think of having a better master than him. We entered the house and he took off my collar and then he sat down in a big room. I sat down at his feet and looked up at him. He was busy staring at a large noisy box on the other side of the room. From time to time he would look away from the box and give me a look and say "Good girl." Some time later the bigger master came into the room. She told master something and he went upstairs. I quickly followed him. Upstairs I saw that he was taking off the things that were hanging on him and hanging different things on him. Pajamas quickly entered my mind and left it before I could think anymore about it. Seeing me he picked me up and put me down on the big soft thing which he also lay down on. I got comfortable at his feet and fell asleep. I woke up a couple of times confused. I had had funny dreams that I couldn't understand. Master was in them and we were talking. The next few days were pretty much the same thing. Master would feed me and walk me and then I would get tied up in the yard where I would wait for master to come back from wherever he went to without me. Then we would play before he fed me again and then we would go to sleep. This went on for many many days and I was very happy. ONE YEAR LATER: Then one day there was a lot of excitement and master had very little time for me. I thought I had done something bad and I tried to make master happy by following him around and bringing him some of my favorite toys. Then the bigger master came into the room. "Billy, aren't you going to feed the dog? You didn't feed her this morning." "I know mom, I'll get to it. I've got a big gymnastics meet today and I got to get ready for it. Have you seen my uniform?" "It's in the pile of clean clothes I put in your room this morning. Did you ask them about getting a new one, you've grown a bit since last year and that one is getting too small for you." "It stretches; I can still get into it." "Barely." "Well hurry up and get dressed, your birthday party is tonight. All your cousins are going to be here." "Oh mom, not them. I never get anything good from them." "Billy! I will not have you talking about your cousins that way. Just because you're twelve it doesn't mean you can speak like that. Now go get changed." I watched the larger master open up a can and pour its contents into my bowl. She put the bowl on the floor and I eagerly ate it. When I finished master came back into the room. "Billy you are not going out dressed like that!" "Why not?" "Why not? Are you blind? Don't you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Sometimes I wish you had been born a girl. At least then you would care about how you look." "What's wrong with how I look?" "To start with, your hair is unkempt. It wouldn't hurt you to comb it. You have such beautiful hair but you never take care of it. And that gymnastics uniform. I swear that leotard must be at least two sizes too small. Honey you are not a little boy anymore." "Whatever. I'm goin' back to my room." I slowly followed my master upstairs where I saw him sitting on the floor holding a rock. "Chandelle, come!" I walked over to him and he scratched me behind the ear. "I got to do something Chandelle. Mom picks on everything I do. She needs something to keep her attention away from me. Wait, I know what to do. I'll make you my little sister again. You can keep her busy and away from me." Master stood up and sat down on his bed. I watched as master stared hard at the rock. He kept staring and staring at it for a very long time. Then I felt a very slight tingle deep inside me. At first I didn't feel any different, but eventually I could tell that something was happening to me. Looking down at my front paws I saw them change. They were getting longer and skinnier. The same thing was happening to my legs. I could now feel changes all over my body from my head down to my tail. A few seconds later my tail disappeared and it was becoming easier for me to think. I slowly stood up and I noticed that Billy had passed out on his bed. The rock had fallen from his hand and was on the bed next to him. The odd thing about it was that it was no longer glowing. I slowly walked over to the mirror, I wasn't sure what I was going to see in the reflection. What I did see was a very cute eight year old girl. The long blond curly hair definitely proved that I was Billy's sister. As I stared at my reflection I began to remember some of the things that had happened to me. Many of those things were done to me by Billy. In fact I had spent the past year as a puppy, just because it amused him. And before that every year he kept making me younger also because it amused him. I couldn't remember anything before that, I hoped that maybe I would be able to again. But in the meantime I needed to do something about Billy. I walked back to the bed where he was still asleep. I picked up the rock and I felt nothing as I held it. It seemed that whatever was powering it had run out with the last change that Billy had caused. It was a shame there were so many things that I would like to have done to him. I held on to the rock as I walked around Billy's room. The more I walked the more I thought what Billy had done to me and the madder I became. A funny thing happened every time I walked past Billy's old toy chest. I was so mad I almost didn't notice it but as I went past his toy chest I felt the rock pulling me towards it. I opened it up and buried under all the long forgotten action figures and toys I saw a small blue glowing rock. I picked it up with my free hand. A brief image came into my mind of an older boy picking up the two rocks. There was someone else with him but I couldn't see him very good. I think this smaller rock must have been forgotten about and the larger one was used until it finally died out. Suddenly the smaller rock started to change color from blue to pink. Then the larger rock began to pull my hand toward the smaller rock. When they touched a strange thing happened. The two rocks stuck together and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't pull them apart. I had to use both hands to hold the very large rock. When it was smaller it had a little pink glow but now that it was bigger it was glowing very brightly. As it continued to glow brighter my body began to tingle. Suddenly I understood what the rock was and how to use it. I looked over at Billy asleep on his bed and I knew what I was going to do to him and how to get revenge on what he had done to me. To be continued in Part Three