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— I told you, you need to dress a little bolder to fit in with the other girls. Not like… a slut, sis! — Peter laughed, unable to hold it back. Seeing Joshua—now Emily—in a short skirt, white tights, and a crop top was just… well, something very specific.
Emily spun around sharply, her long hair flashing golden under the desk lamp. The fury in her eyes and her clenched fists spoke for themselves.
— Fuck you, Mallory! — she squeaked, wincing at her own voice, a constant reminder of what she had become. — This is all your fault that I have to look like this! And stop calling me your sister. I’m not your sister!
Peter—now Mallory—exhaled, trying not to lose patience.
— Your new ID says otherwise. Emily Johnson, 15 years old, my little sister. So… accept it until we figure out how to fix this.
Emily twitched her shoulder but kept standing there in her ridiculous outfit, as if afraid to move too suddenly.
— I’m just trying to help you fit in at school, — Mallory continued, softer this time. — You think I like this dress? It’s a fucking nightmare. But if I want to avoid suspicion, I have to look like a normal girl. So do you. You’re pushing it too far for a fifteen-year-old.
Emily flushed.
— Why do I have to be the younger sister? I was supposed to turn seventeen next month!
Mallory rolled her eyes.
— Because otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense. It’s already hard enough for people to believe that “our mom” is 34 and had me at 18. If you were older, it would look even more ridiculous...