Erika's Old Big Sister 2

The mist soaked seamlessly through her shirt and was absorbed hungrily by the skin on her tummy, leading the three-year-old to let out a tiny groan, although Erika couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Or maybe just disgust as the perfume smelt distinctly like muddy, recently-dug up earth.

But when the next second ticked past, Erika could only gasp again as the little girl began to rise up like a loaf of bread. Enlarging and lengthening was every aspect of her body, chubbiness disappearing and smoothing out into curves. Even the brown, bushy haircut grew longer, coming down to her shoulders now. The short skirt the toddler had worn went from being puffy and fluffing outward to being tight and hugging her rear end. Upon her shirt, a critical number morphed like liquid, so that instead of reading "Warning: I'm 3" it now read "Warning: I'm 16."

Within the span of a few seconds, a mostly-matured American teenager stood in the hallway, perfume bottle in her hand. When her back straightened and she pulled to her full height, arms reaching up into the air, she let out another moan, this time undoubtedly one of pleasure.

As all this occurred though, the eleven-year-old could only stare, "M-Mar-"

"Quiet!"

Having only been a three-year-old moments ago, Marie had more important matters on her mind. First order of business, she bent down, pulled up the tip of her miniskirt, and checked her underwear. No plastic, all cotton, and the fabric against her fingertips got a firm grin out of the now-big-girl (although her underwear had the same shade of green as her old trainers). Next matter was her other article of underwear, or rather its contents. With her hands over her chest, the brown-haired teen checked her bosoms for size with a quick squeeze.

Hm. Not nearly as big as she remembered them to be. When she was a big girl the first time, her boobs were enormous. The perfume must have left her with some bad after-effects or something, 'cause now she just seemed average in terms of size. Outta be like, way bigger.

She needed a mirror....

As Erika stood stunned in place, Marie strutted off to the bathroom. For her part, the little girl whimpered and followed after her. All she could think of when Marie transformed from a threatening-if-diminutive toddler to a terrifying young woman was Maleficent. The scene where she would transform from a sorceress into a dragon was scary enough to make Erika wet her pants even before the perfume made her incontinent, and now she felt like she'd just unleashed a similar horror in her own home.

Not to mention Marie still had the perfume, and worst case scenario would be that she would start spraying people with it rather than give it back. With a gulp, Erika began to tread cautiously to the bathroom.

"M-Marie?" The sixteen-year-old was looking in the mirror, and while Erika was standing in the door, they could see each other's faces via reflection, "A-Are you okay?"

"I looked prettier when I was a big girl the first time," grumbled out Marie. She was gorgeous when she was a teen last time. Now she still looked like a kid in so many places, "How can you... Whoa..." The brown-haired girl grinned, "Awesome! Listen to my grown-up voice!" Her childish whine and pitches were apparently gone forever.

"Erm... R-Right..." Erika noticed that her sister not only still had the perfume, but Heavenly as well. "M-Marie can I have..."

As the diapered girl spoke, the teenager turned around slowly, threateningly, tauntingly from the mirror. Step-by-step she strolled up to the eleven-year-old baby until she was just in front of her, and Erika had to look up to see her properly.

"Have my um... Have my..." Now utterly cowed, Erika allowed her request to meekly trail off.

"Well, well, well...." Smugly grinning, Marie put both of her hands on her hips, the contents of each still in place, "Big baby doesn't look so big anymore..." Feeling the need to rub it in, the teenager began strolling casually around her terrified sister, "Still as much a baby as ever, though..."

"R-Right..." Erika gulped as she looked at the perfume and unicorn in hand. Needed to get her sister on her side before she could take them... Maybe a bit of quick flattery, "I uh... I think you look pr-pretty now that you're a big girl a-again."

"Duh. Of course I am." Marie stopped pacing to puff out her chest in a look of pride, "Much prettier then Sarah, aren't I?"

"Umm..." It was okay to lie sometimes right? Marie had an all-powerful perfume in hand, so it must be okay now, "O-Of course!"

Unfortunately, the fact that Marie gave a "Hmph" noise didn't bode well for Erika's spirits. Apparently the hesitation in her answer wasn't appreciated. Nor was the fact that she wasn't as much taller than Erika as she wanted didn't help either. She should be way bigger than this.... She just seemed to have average height, average looks, and average bust. She knew when she was a big girl she was way better at everything, so the perfume must have affected her somehow. Must be it.

Still, when angry, always take your frustrations out on something and she had her perfect target, more vulnerable than ever before, just in front of her.

"Of course, what do you care if I'm pretty or ugly," she said smugly, beginning to pace around her sister just outside the bathroom again. "You would've just left me as a stupid, potty-training three-year-old forever if you wanted to."

"N-No!" Shocked at the suggestion, Erika shook her head feverishly, "M-Marie I'd never do tha-"

"Oh, don't lie you little rat!" Shouting now, Marie stopped dead in front of her baby sister, glaring down at her, "You didn't care, you just wanted me to be a little kid because you know I was better then you! You're just a selfish, greedy little snot who only cares about herself!"

"Th-That's not true..." mumbled out the little girl in her defense, "I-"

"I ought to pull your diaper off and spank your butt until you can't even sit, you little brat!"

This threat was going a bit too far, and once delivered it had some rather potent effects on Erika. Namely by making her bowels release with an audible sound just under her whimpers.

"Awww...." Grinning all the smugger now, Marie bent down to look the baby in the eye, "Big baby Erika go poo-poos?"

"I-I..."

This exchange, if one could call it that given how little Erika was being allowed to say, wasn't really doing wonders for the little girl's self esteem. The raised tone of her sister was already getting her eyes watery and teary and she was on the verge of sobbing. Every second Marie spent standing over her glaring was only twisting the knife deeper.

Eventually, the diapered girl took this silence to mean she had to say something, "I-I didn't wa-wa-want you to be a... To be sa-sad... Or stuh-stuck like this..."

"Oh, yeah?" Genuinely skeptical, Marie folded her arms, "Why not?"

"'Cause...." A tiny sob escaped Erika's mouth as she glanced up at the teen, "'Cause you're my si-sister and I luh- I love you..."

"..... Y-Yeah?" Even the devil has sympathy. At this sight, having made her sister poop herself and go on to tease and berate her, only for the little girl to swing back and say she loved her, even Marie's tiny heart managed to soften a little. Maybe she should stop now, given that the girl was already near to wailing her head off...

No, she was still angry. She just needed a different target, "W-Well, know what? I hate your perfume!" Wait, she still had it in her hand.... Frowning, the teenager held the bottle up accusingly, "What were you doing with this stuff anyway? It almost ruined my life!"

"Well..." Shoulders still shaking from her scare, although now it didn't look like Marie was mad at her at least, the poopy tween sniffled out, "A m-man gave-"

"Whatever..." Rolling her eyes, the sixteen year old tossed the bottle to herself like a baseball, "Screw this perfume! Here's what I think of your stupid perfume..."

Realizing just what the girl was about to do before she did it, Erika rose up a hand, "Marie, wait-"

Too late, turning back to the bathroom, Marie gripped the bottle over her head and let it fly. Rolling over itself as it soared above the threshold, diamond liquid inside shloshing over, it neared the mirror. Soon it would collide with its own reflection and both mirror and bottle would crack. Though Erika's arm was raising, as if in slow motion, nothing could stop the collision. The perfume that had altered Erika's life was doomed.

Until it stopped.

Just before reaching the mirror, the hurled bottle of magic liquid came to a sudden halt in mid-air, as if someone inside the nozzle had slammed on the emergency break. The liquid inside sloshed around briefly, but soon settled. Perfectly upright, the perfume lowered slowly and gently downward, landing just right on top of the bathroom counter.

In the doorway, the two Swanson sisters could only stare.

".... Wha...." Marie blinked in awe, "What just...."

But Erika, not seeing any reason to miss this opportunity, rushed forward while her big sister was stunned. Immediately, she snatched up the bottle and held it to her chest, sighing contently that it was out of Marie's hands.

"Wait, hang on..." Frowning, Marie pointed to the bottle, a stuffed unicorn still in her grip, "W-What's in that stuff anyway?"

"Umm..." Now that she thought about it clearer (however clearly she could with her diaper in a very, very bad need of a change) Erika could see it was best not to get into the perfume's origins, "I-I don't.... It's dangerous..." That was the best she could do as she gulped and held the bottle close, "We ca-can't use it anymore, o-okay?"

"Uh..." Stunned by this event, Marie ran a hand through her hair, getting a sense that whatever was in the bottle was bigger then something that should be in the house, ".... Yeah. Right."

An uncomfortable pause followed between the two. What do you say in a situation like this, when a sister who's been a three-year-old for several weeks due to a magical perfume is turned into a big girl again?

Eventually though, Erika just meekly mumbled out, "I-I'm sorry" as a go-to answer, figuring it was the appropriate thing to say.

And Marie didn't seem to object, "Yeah, well you should be you little brat!" Her anger coming back, the teen crossed her arms and marched off, "You stupid, poopy baby.... I'm gonna check out my room..."

If Erika wasn't so distracted by what had happened, the dangerous perfume in her hands, and the uncomfortable feeling in her underwear, she might have giggled at the childish phrases being spoken by her big sister's more grown-up voice. Still, with the teenager strolling away, there was another matter to be addressed. Erika poked her head into her bedroom door and softly tossed her perfume bottle on her bed before rushing after her sister.

"Heh..." The teenager grinned. Room was just as she left it. Pile of CDs in the corner, full-length mirror by the window... Needed to check for all her old outfits in the closet... Felt kind of sad to see all her old toys disappear though. Wonder what happened to them...

"M-Marie?"

"Ugh..." Rolling her eyes, Marie looked back at her diapered sister, "What is it now? If you want a change, go find someone else. I've got better things to do then wipe your butt for you."

"N-No..." mumbled out the overgrown baby, raising a trembling finger to point at the big stuffed unicorn, "C-Can I have Heavenly back?"

"Oh..." Well, this brought up a nice opportunity. The smug smile reappeared on Marie's face, filling Erika up to the brim with dread. And the dread only overflowed when Marie held the toy directly over Erika's head, giving the arrogant answer of, "Sure. Just take it."

"I-I...."

Eyes watering, Erika tried to reach up and do as instructed, only for the toy to rise easily out of her grasp. With a squeak, the little girl got on tip-toes to try and grab her favorite plushie, but it remained firmly above her hands.

"Well, c'mon!" God, it was good to be tall. Grinning, Marie dropped the toy just a centimeter lower so the fibers rubbed against Erika's fingertips tauntingly, "If you really want it, just rea-"

"Kiddo, you up?"

Sadly, as Marie was starting to seriously enjoy her height, she glanced behind her to see someone substantially bigger arrive up the stairs. Sarah Swanson got to the top, glancing over at her sisters.

"Hm. What's going on here?" asked the blonde, treading forward in irritance.

"Sh-She won't give me my t-toy," mumbled out the little girl pitifully as she pointed to her sister.

"Tattletale!"

Maybe it was that response or the behavior, but something got Marie a very strange, calculating look from her fellow sixteen year old that she didn't like. Especially since Sarah was still sixteen in the first place. Marie was back to her old self, so shouldn't Sarah be a toddler again or something? How did this perfume work, anyway? Did she have to spray Sarah to make her little? Was that it?

As the brown-haired girl deliberated, the blonde reached over and rubbed the black-haired one's head, "Marie, she's eleven. What are you even picking on her for?"

"W-What?" That question was a bit disarming. Flustered, Marie blinked in surprise at her should-be-much-younger-but-wasn't sister, "W-Well... You're supposed to be a little kid!"

An odd comeback, but Sarah rolled her eyes as she shrugged it off, "Uh-huh.. Gimme that..." Being much taller than Marie, in spite of being the same age, Sarah was able to snatch the unicorn away smoothly and hand it to her baby sister, "There you go Kiddo. Need to be more careful with this, kay?"

When the toy was handled back to her, Erika at once squeezed it protectively. Holding her unicorn and knowing she still had Sarah to protect her made her suddenly feel much better, especially after that stressful experience of having Marie grow back up again. With her toy in hand, the little girl blinked up at her bigger of big sisters in awe, shoulders shaking.

"Kiddo?" Now feeling worried, Sarah got down onto one knee, "Erika? You okay?"

Next moment she had a severe hug around her torso as the eleven-year-old clasped onto her as if her life depended on it. Sarah gave a very warm hug back almost immediately, rubbing her shoulders as she squeezed her.

"It's okay, Kiddo. I'm right here, okay?" While it would be easy to pin this on just the little girl needing a diaper change (which was a fact she didn't even have to personally check due to the smell), Sarah got the sense there was something deeper here. As she nuzzled her baby sister, she looked at her Irish twin, who seemed to be watching almost stunned stupid, "What happened here? She been alright?"

"H-How should I know?" Finally stuttered out Marie. Not wanting to see Sarah at all, she turned back into her room, "I've got stuff to do! Don't bother me!"

Door slam. Not an unexpected reaction from her sister, thought Sarah, but she shrugged it off. Erika was the more important thing now, having gone to sucking her thumb while she was being hugged. Whatever the girl had gone through, she needed a diaper change and a bottle if she was going to get back on her feet again. And there was no doubt which was more urgent.

"Okay, kiddo, here we go...." Smiling, Sarah nuzzled her baby sister's cheek as she straightened out her knees and lifted the eleven-year-old off the ground. "No worries, you'll be nice and clean in two seconds. Then we'll swing downstairs and get you a warm bottle, okay?"

Feeling better already since her big sister, her nice big sister, was carrying her, Erika nodded and nuzzled back.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Back at 16. Just like she always should have been. Smirking, Marie strolled on over to her full-length mirror and took a good, long look at her aged-up body.

.... Yeah, this wasn't right at all. She should be way bigger... She'd seen Sarah and she was taller than she was... Thinking about that just seemed to... deflate the girl somewhat. Didn't seem like she should worry, though. Shrugging it off, she stripped down to her underwear and did a few sultry poses for herself.

God, it felt good to be in underwear again. Not be trapped in stupid training pants or spend her time scuttling around the floor looking up at people. Being a grown-up meant that you could finally do whatever you wanted. And if you saw something you liked, you could just take it! No more kissing up to mom or Sarah because she couldn't pour juice for herself or had to go to bed early.

That stupid big baby ruined her life once, but now she could just forget about her and get back where she left off. Needed to buck herself up in high school, make some friends, and claw her way up the pecking order.

She supposed the best way to start on that would be to go out and mingle. Probably the mall, been forever since she'd been there outside the play area and the toy store.... Glancing out her window, Marie spotted the old minivan in the driveway.

Grinning, the girl swung open her closet and rooted through for something hot to wear.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

As this occurred, downstairs the other Swanson sisters were fitting in together easily. Sarah had already gotten her sister changed and even wrapped a blanket around Erika to quell any desire to cry (also just because it looked sweet). All that settled, the blond was working in the last bit of cheering up the overgrown infant.

"And there ya go..." Sarah set the bottle into her baby sister's mouth, letting the girl just suckle away. "I want to finish this book, okay? Think you can keep quiet and nurse?"

The eleven-year-old nodded as she drank her bottle. It was perfectly enough for her now to just be in a clean diaper and have a big sister around to protect her from Marie, but she still didn't mind popping her bottle out and asking, "Can... Can I si-sit with you for a- for a bit?"

"Sure, Kiddo." Smiling, Sarah sat back down on the sofa, opening her book back to her place and letting her baby sister lean softly against her body.

Quickly interrupted through from a call from the top of the stairs, "Hey!" Climbing down the stairs and entering the living room, Marie turned to both her sisters, "You two babies seen my keys?"

The black-haired Swanson yelped and huddled into her older sister at Marie's entrance, but Sarah only looked up from her book in mild annoyance, "When you say "you two babies," are you just casually forgetting I'm older then you?"

"Are n-... Hmph..." Rather than argue the point, the brown-haired teen just folded her arms, giving her sisters the cold shoulder. "Whatever. Jus' tell me where my keys are, I wann' go out!"

For some reason, Marie didn't get the reaction she expected from her baby sisters. Rather than forking over her keys, maybe admitting she'd stolen them, Sarah gave her a perplexed glance before saying simply, "Marie, the van's my car. If you want a ride th-"

"Nuh-uh!" The brunette's frown grew deeper, apparently put-off by this bit of news. "Why's it only your car! It ought to be mine!"

"Because I was willing to get a temporary job and pay for half of it," grumbled out Sarah, apparently having gone into this before. Apparently the blond was willing to compromise, though. Checking the watch, the teen noted, "Look, I'm meeting Joyce and some people at the movies later, you can tag along if you want."

Marie growled something, probably about the phrase "tag along" before saying in a clearer voice, "Look, I need to go meet with M..." Wait, hang on... It was Sarah's van, so was Mark Sarah's boyfriend? Come to think of it, Marie hadn't seen Sarah with Mark much lately... Trying to piece together how much of her life must've changed with Sarah in the picture, the brunette soon asked, "Hey, uh... What's going on with Mark?"

"Broke up with him," noted Sarah smoothly, rubbing her baby sister's shoulder. "Seeing Marcus Thorn now. One with the dyed white hair, remember?"

From her position on the sofa, sucking her bottle, this whole conversation was all making Erika feel much more like a baby than usual. Fitting, seeing as she was now physically the youngest of the three Swanson Sisters. But seeing her older, and much taller siblings talk about things like boys, cars, and trips to the mall while she was sitting there wearing a diaper and nursing...

Erika whimpered and nuzzled into Sarah, who gave her a snuggle back. As this played out though, Marie, less then touched, asked, "Why'dja break up with Mark anyway?"

"Well, he tried to..."

Sarah broke off, looking at her baby sister worriedly. Erika got a sense maybe she shouldn't be here when the big kids were talking, and tried to meekly rise. As soon as she did so she was pulled back down onto the sofa, Sarah taking her in for some cuddlage. Giggling, Erika let herself be held as her big sister went into details.

"Uh... You know how Mark was on the baseball team?" Sarah petted Erika's hair, trying to think of a good way to phrase this without damaging a certain someone's virgin ears. "Well, he was holding safe at first base when he tried to make a sudden break for a home run. I called foul and he got sent to the showers. The very cold showers."

".... Oh."

"Yeah, turned out that boy-next-door act he had was just an act," noted Sarah with a shrug. "Marcus is way better. You know he's trying to be a grade school teacher when he graduates. You should see how he is around Erika..."

As the blonde kissed the overgrown baby, Marie groaned inwardly, crossing her arms. Great, the boy she wanted to rocket her up the high school food chain was a sex-fiend... Plus her sister had found out about that. He supposed to be her boyfriend! Why was Sarah older then her anyway? This just... Ugh.

Ah, Marie was pissed off, thought Sarah in irrittance. That was a welcome change. But still, eager to get her happier, asked, "You want to come with or not?"

"Uh..." The brunette considered if she wanted to even go out with Sarah's stupid friends... Might be better to meet with her own-

Wait... Marie didn't have any friends as a teenager... All the kids at highschool were too mean and stupid- none of them wanted to be with her... There were some cool kids at daycare she knew! Maybe she could swing by- they'd freak if they saw her as a big girl!

.... No! What was she thinking! She was a grown-up now! She couldn't be seen around a bunch of babies! That'd be like going and hanging out with Erika and all her stupid friends...

Finally, out of apparent options, the teenager shot out, "Hmph... Sure. Lemme just get ready..."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Walking down through the mall with Sarah, neither one of them a toddler now, felt very strange. Marie was already getting used to not wearing training pants (she made sure to use the bathroom before she got in the car), but it felt good to wear trendy, grown-up outfits again, panties or not. Thing was, Sarah was getting more looks, and she was just in her plain tank top, jeans, and that big stupid jacket.

Maybe it was 'cause she was so much taller... As a three-year-old, stuck looking up at everyone, Sarah didn't look that much bigger than any other grown-up, but from her current perspective, the blonde was almost absurdly tall. That was probably another thing, Sarah was blonde and they get more attention.

Not to mention... Well, as she followed along behind her sister, Marie began wondering about getting a push-up bra...

"Hey, Joyce, Holly!" Marie looked up from her bust to spot two more girls just outside the bookstore, Sarah waving happily at them. When the girl rushed forward, Marie followed, sighing. Two dumb redheads. As they got closer, Marie looked grumpily from one to the other.

"Marie, right?" Joyce gave her best friend a tight hug before turning to the shorter girl a casual look, "I think we've met a few times, right? What brings you here?"

"What, I can't come to the mall too?" grumbled out the brown-haired girl. Joyce was taller than she was too. That naturally did very little to improve the girl's mood, and she soon grumbled out, "Did Sarah take total control of it?"

"Nah, my bid for weapons-grade plutonium fell through, so I need to wait before I can ransom this place away," came the casual reply from the sister.

When Marie compared, she saw she was still the shortest of the three teenagers. Letting out a minor growl, she got to following the trio of taller young women down the mall. "So what were we gonna do?"

"I kinda wanted to see that new I Dream Of Jennie movie," replied Joyce with a grin. "I hear it ends with Jennie being freed from her imprisonment and then ditching the illusion of the hot blond before turning into this huge daemon-faced Djinn she always secretly was."

There was a brief pause as the other girls took their friend's statement in. Sarah was the first to recover however, "Uh-huh. Let's just try going to the food court for a bit, then figure something out there. I'm pretty hungry."

"Better then roaming around on an empty stomach," grumbled out Holly. "Sarah, you think you can get us some beer?"

Marie's head cocked up in a double take. Even more astonishing was Sarah's nonchalant reply of "There's not really a place that sells it in the mall, so not right now. Maybe after we figure out what we're gonna do."

"Wait, wait, wait..." The other teenagers stopped to see the shortest among them stopped in her tracks, finger pointed at her sister, "You can't buy beer! You're just-"

"Marie! Quiet down!" Giving a careful look around, Sarah moved toward her sister and said softly, "I look old enough to not get IDed in most places, that's all."

"But... But..." Partly shocked, Marie continued pointing at her sister, "You're like a... Like a good-two-shoes an' stuff!"

The middle-child of the Swanson house was acting strange today, thought Sarah. Raising a confused eyebrow, she noted, "Marie, we went to that party together last week, that was anything but 'goody-two-shoes'." Putting an arm around her sibling in a friendly manner, the blonde continued with, "I mean, I love playing sweet big sister around Erika and Mom, but I can't stay that way all the time."

"But..." A hand found its way to Marie's forehead as this sank in. Okay... She mainly knew Sarah over her life as either a three-year-old or from the perspective of the three-year-old... So if Sarah had a bad-girl side she didn't show at home she might not have ever found out about it until now... But still, Sarah? She wasn't being invited to parties or getting beer or stuff like that as a grown-up, but Sarah did? How was that fair?

"Marie?" Giving her little sister a brief shake to wake her up, Sarah asked, "You still with us?" Putting on her most chummy smile, the taller Swanson kindly asked, "Heh... Y'know, I think there's a kegger going on in a college a town over. We could probably swing by and get some face time. Bet they'd like to meet my little sister!"

"I-I'm not your little sister!" Shouted out Marie angrily, pulling away at once. This was just too much! There was no way the newly-restored teenager was going to be stuck with Sarah like this, "Don't talk about me like I'm your sidekick- 'cause I'm not!"

That got stares. Not just from Holly and Joyce, but from random passerbys. A baby pushed by his mother in a stroller started crying when Marie's voice woke him from his nap. A pair of elderly men paused in their walk to point and briefly remark on this latest incident in the world of insufferable young people.

Of course, Sarah couldn't get this go on, "Okay, okay... Fine." Raising her hands to try and calm her sister, she remarked, "Just keep it down, people are stare-"

"Oh, who cares about that!" Stomping her foot angrily, Marie's voice only rose higher as she demanded, "Don't talk down to me like I'ma little kid!"

Y'know what? Screw the attention they were getting, Sarah wasn't going to put up with this. Mustering up a glare much more imposing then the one her sister was giving her, she cried, "Marie, if you think I'm talking to you like you're still in kindergarten, it might be because that's how you're acting!"

"AM NOT!"

"Look at yourself; you're throwing a tantrum. What do you call that?" While Sarah's voice wasn't raised in volume like her sisters' it did carry an angry, frustrated air to it. "If you'd rather just go home and let the rest of us stay and have a good time, feel free, 'cause I'm certainly not going to stick around you if you're going to act like this."

"Maybe I will!" Cried the brown-haired sister with another stamp of her foot.

Immediately did Marie turn around and storm away from her sister and her meanie friends. No way was she going to be around Sarah while she told her she was immature! Sarah was the one who was supposed to be a baby right now- not her. She should be doing what Marie wanted, rather than the universe making it the other way around. Sarah wasn't even that cool anyway- those friends she had should really be Marie's friends! Not that she'd really seen them before Sarah got changed... Ugh, stupid Sarah....

Matter of fact, reasoned Marie, maybe she was lying about Mark! Yeah, she was just trying to keep her from the truth because she's just a mean old stupid-head! Marie could just go home, get some ice cream (now that she was tall enough to reach the freezer), and call him up. Once she drove back she could...

The realization that Marie had no car pierced the side of her skull like an arrow. The younger of the Swanson sisters looked nervously over her shoulder to Sarah, who hadn't even moved from her spot. Instead the blonde just stood there, waiting for something.

And she got it when Marie begrudgingly slinked over and grumbled out, "I needa ride home."

"Say please."