Jake stared up at his now-17-year-old sister, Emily, his heart racing. His small frame trembled with both fear and anger. Just moments ago, he had been the one in charge, the big brother tasked with watching over his little sister for the week. But now, he was the one who had been reduced to a helpless 5-year-old, and Emily, who had transformed herself into a teenager, seemed to delight in her newfound power.
"Come on, Jakey," Emily said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Let's get you dressed."
"No way!" Jake shouted, his voice higher-pitched than he remembered. "I'm not wearing that! Change me back right now, Emily! This isn't funny!"
But Emily didn't seem fazed by his protests. She simply smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and reached for his hand. Jake yanked it away, stumbling backward as he tried to escape.
"Jake," Emily said, her voice taking on a more serious tone, "you're not in charge anymore. I am. And you're going to listen to me, whether you like it or not."
Jake's heart pounded as he scrambled to get away, but his tiny legs were no match for Emily's long strides. She easily caught up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward her bedroom. He tried to resist, digging his heels into the carpet, but it was no use—Emily was too strong.
"Let me go!" Jake shouted, struggling against her grip.
Emily sighed, rolling her eyes. "Stop being such a baby, Jake. I'm just trying to help you."
"I'm not a baby!" Jake yelled, his face flushing with anger and embarrassment. "You're the one who's acting like a... like a... meanie!"
Emily couldn't help but laugh at his childish insult. "Aw, Jakey, you're so cute when you're mad. But you're only making this harder on yourself."
Jake squirmed and twisted, trying desperately to break free, but Emily held him firmly. Once they were in her bedroom, she closed the door behind them, sealing off any hope of escape. Jake's eyes darted around the room, looking for anything he could use to get away, but everything seemed so much bigger now—just like Emily.
"Now, let's get you into something more appropriate," Emily said, ignoring his protests as she opened her dresser. She pulled out a bright pink pull-up with Hello Kitty designs, holding it up for him to see.
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Jake's eyes widened in horror. "No! No way! I'm not wearing that!"
Emily's smile faded slightly, her tone becoming more authoritative. "Yes, you are, Jake. You're too little to stay dry on your own, and I'm not cleaning up any accidents. Now, be a good boy and let me help you."
"I don't need help!" Jake shouted, backing away until he bumped into the bed. "I'm not wearing a pull-up like some little kid! I'm 13! You can't make me!"
But even as he said it, he knew how hollow his words sounded. He wasn't 13 anymore—at least, not physically. And as much as he hated to admit it, Emily was right. She could make him.
Emily stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Jake, I'm giving you a choice. You can either put this on yourself, or I'll do it for you. But one way or another, you're going to wear it."
Jake's chest tightened with frustration. He wanted to fight back, to somehow regain control of the situation, but the reality of his small, powerless body was sinking in. He was no match for Emily now, and she knew it.
"Please, Emily," Jake tried one last time, his voice trembling. "Don't do this. I'm your brother. I'm supposed to take care of you, not the other way around."
Emily's expression softened for a moment, but then she shook her head. "You're still my brother, Jake. But right now, you need me to take care of you. I promise I'll be nice, but you have to listen to me."
Jake's shoulders slumped in defeat as he realized there was no way out of this. His face flushed with humiliation as he reluctantly held out his hand, letting Emily take it.
"That's a good boy," Emily cooed, her tone gentle now. She quickly and efficiently undressed him, setting aside his oversized clothes. Jake stood there in his underwear, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable as Emily slid the pull-up up his legs. The snug fit made him cringe, the childish design only adding to his humiliation.
But Emily wasn't done yet. She reached into her dresser again and pulled out a matching pink shirt with a big Hello Kitty face on the front. Jake shook his head in disbelief as she slipped it over his head, adjusting it until it fit just right.
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"There, all done!" Emily said cheerfully, stepping back to admire her work. "You look so cute, Jakey!"
Jake glared at her, tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. "This isn't fair," he muttered, his voice small and defeated.
Emily knelt down in front of him, her expression softening. "I know it's hard, Jake. But I promise I'll take good care of you. We're going to have a lot of fun this week, okay?"
Jake didn't respond. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, too ashamed of how helpless he felt. All he could do was nod slightly, hoping that somehow, this nightmare would end soon.
Emily stood up and took his hand again, leading him out of the bedroom. As they headed back to the living room, Jake couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. The week had only just begun, and already, he felt like he had lost everything.
