Sibling Rivalry

Ana rose slightly, bending forward almost imperceptibly to loom far over Emily’s tiny frame. “For the last time…Runt… Stop…taking…my…” 

Reaching down, letting her arm graze some loose strands of her sister's wispy auburn hair. “…Phone.” 

Emily flinched; her feet pigeon-toed as Ana snarled. The girl twisting like a reed in a gale. “I just wanted to…” her voice quivering. “…take a picture…” Lifting her chin, Ana could see her face a marbled mix of flushed red and pale white. “…and mom said…”

“I don’t care what Mom said, leave my shit alone!” Sweeping her hand down, Ana’s hand missed the desktop by half a foot. Her hand snapping down and swatting Emily on the small of her back.

‘Ugh, how could I have been off by that much?’ She thought to herself.

Emily yelped, and moved back, twisting away from her small white desk. Fire flared through her eyes, shooting daggers at the taller sibling. “What’d you do that for!?” She squealed.

“Next time leave my stuff alone or… I dunno I'll stuff you in your dollhouse.” Ana hissed, moving past the girl towards the phone.

The younger girl mumbled and sputtered, stomping out of her bedroom with little pale fists balled up by her sides. Most of the complaint was unintelligible, just vague whines and something about magic and revenge…

Ana paused, looking over her shoulder as Emily disappeared around the doorjamb. She could hear her thudding into the bathroom before she heard a loud bang as the door slammed behind her. Looking down at the phone, Ana snarled. ‘Stupid brat, if I miss Millie's text I'm going to…’

As if on cue, her phone began to shudder. Reaching for it, something felt off. Her arm was dotted with goosebumps and she could taste something metallic and cold. With a loud crack and a flash  Ana jumped, shrieking in surprise.

Spots flooded her vision, and she wobbled unsteadily on her feet. “…What the..?” She muttered, blinking to clear her sight. Everything seemed off, she looked around surveying the alien surroundings. “…What the fuck!?”

Before her loomed a massive white structure, and, craning her head upwards she found herself looking up at Emily’s building sized desk. “I’ve… SHRUNK!?”

Whirling about, she patted herself down. Everything seemed normal, her red top still sat flush against her skin, leather skirt rested against her toned legs. 

Rage boiling up into her throat, she forced herself to hiss through her teeth. ‘Emily… I dunno how, but she did this to me.’ Grumbling, Ana began pacing. ‘Mum…I’ve gotta call mum…’

Looking around, Ana saw Emilys desk chair a few feet away. Stomping across the floor, Ana evaluated her options. ‘Wish I'd stuck with gymnastics.’ She thought, jumping up and grabbing the seat of the chair. Her body dangled in space, and with considerable exertion she managed to pull herself up and onto the seat.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Ana looked around the plateau. She could see the edge of her phone.  Another text chimed, sending the phone skittering towards the edge.  ‘No No No!’ She hissed rising to her feet. 

Dashing to the edge, she slowed to a stop. From her new perspective, Ana felt like she was looking off the edge of her garage. Swallowing hard, she inched her way over to the arm of the seat. Tentatively reaching out and trying to gauge the distance. ‘Stupid klutz… why do you have so much trouble with this!’ She groused. 

The desk was still out of reach, Ana holding onto the arm and leaning as far out as she could. After several pathetic fails, Ana pulled herself back. ‘Jump it…’ she thought, a drop of sweat sliding down the side of her cheek, forcing the lump in her throat to slide down into her stomach. ‘Just… don’t fall…’

Clambering onto the arm of the chair, Ana steadied herself. Mincing to the end of the arm, she leaned out. The floor seemed so far away, with a whimper she took a step back before launching herself across the gap.

The desktop fell away, before flying up towards her.  With a sickening realization, she felt her feet slide below the edge of the desk. Kicking her bare feet out, she slammed chest first into the desktop. 

With a groan, she slapped at the white material. Her body squeaking against the polished surface. Thankfully, she sealed her grip, and held onto the edge. 

Straining to pull herself up again, the phone chimed, sending a dull throbbing vibration into her hands and feet. Peering over to the device and gritting her teeth Ana slipped slightly, calmed only by the four points of contact she had with the desk. 

Eventually the alert ended, and with a heavy grunt, Ana pulled herself onto the desktop. 

Rising to her knees, for a second, her mind drifted from her predicament to her outfit. The top didn’t appear worse for wear, and she couldn’t see any scrapes or gouges in the material of her skirt.  

The sensation of shingles and siding on her palm grounding her once more, she steeled herself. Rising to her feet, Ana took in the room around her. From her higher vantage point, the space seemed truly cavernous.

Standing, Ana felt a chill wash down her spine. ‘I’m practically…a doll…’ She thought to herself, padding slowly towards her phone. Stooping, Ana instinctively brought a hand to her top, keeping the fabric pressed against her collar. 

The phone shook once more, and a dark shadow flooded the desktop. Looking up, Ana’s jaw dropped. Emily’s sneering face loomed far above her, the girls hands pressed against the small of her back. 

“Well…well…well… what did you say you were gonna do to me?” She boomed. “Maybe I should stuff…YOU into the dollhouse, little tart…” Ana’s heart began pounding, her vision narrowed. All she could focus on was the gargantuan face leering down at her. “Though, you’re still a bit too big… for the moment.”