17 and 9
Emily Martin sprinted down the hall and out the front door, running as fast as her 9 year old legs could carry her. Her sister Abigail was hot on her heels. It was only a matter of time before 17 year old Abby would catch her. “Stop running Emily…it’ll only make it worse!” she yelled closing the gap.

Emily had been bugging Abby all day, just out of boredom and frankly because she enjoyed getting under her big sister’s skin. Emily hated that Abby always picked on her and embarrassed her in front of her friends, so tonight when Abby set her phone down, Emily had grabbed it and texted all kinds of stupid remarks out to Abby’s friends.

With a final jump, Abby caught up to her little sister and managed to get a hold of the back of her shirt and yanking her to the ground, fell on top of her. Abby pinned Emily’s arms down and straddled her, sitting on her to pin her down. Emily tried to fight her off, but didn’t have the strength to even lift herself up under the weight.

“You little brat!” Abby said now squeezing her thighs together to squish Emily “If I ever; Ever catch you touching my phone again I’ll kick your ass so bad…Ugh” she used Emily’s own hands to hit her in the face, then got up and pushed her little sister back down again as she was trying to get up. Abby kicked her in the shin for good measure as she turned and walked back to the house.

Emily finally sat up; mad at her sister and mad at herself for not being able to do anything to stop her. But instead of just pouting, Emily got up and brushed the grass off her back and went back into the house slowly. She entered the door and saw her sister’s leg and foot on top of the couch so she knew not to go that way so instead she went down the hall and into the dining room. She sat at the end of the table and looked out the window, still fuming mad. She glimpsed into the cabinet in the corner next to the window. Her Mom kept all the antiques and collectibles in that cabinet and today something caught Emily’s eye.

Quietly, she opened the cabinet doors and picked up the old jewelry box. She turned it over in her hands and heard something clunk against the lid, so laying it on the table; she opened the top and saw that there were two gold rings inside.

“Cool” she said taking one out and holding it between her thumb and forefinger, she turned it up and down. There was writing in it, but the gold was too dull to read it. Finally, she slipped it onto her right ring finger. It was a bit loose but it fit. At that moment, Abby came in through the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked Emily.

Emily gasped and dropped her hands beneath the table “Nuh…nothing” she said nervously.

“God…can’t you keep your grubby little hands out of anything?” Abby said stalking her way around the table.

Emily tried to slip the ring off, but it seemed to have gotten tight on her finger now and it wouldn’t budge.

“If Mom finds out you were playing around in her cabinet, your ass is grounded” Abby said with glee in her voice. She reached down and yanked Emily’s hand out from beneath the table and laid it flat on the table. With a quick click, she took a picture on her phone of Emily’s hand with the ring on it. “Busted” she said.

“Come on Abby: Do Not show that to Mom…please!” she pleaded.

“No way little sis…you pissed me off earlier so why should I not show it to her.

“Don’t be such a…such a…” Emily was getting mad.

“A what?” Abby prodded her.

“Such a…bitch” Emily said and blushing after it came out.

“Wow; just wow” Abby smiled “Such a foul mouth on such a little girl…tsk, tsk, tsk Emily…little girls like you shouldn’t use such language” Abby tormented her as Emily sat in the chair seething. Abby laughed out loud as she picked up the other gold ring from the box and held it in her palm; “Such a little thing to get in so much trouble over”

“Maybe you’ll be the one in trouble” Emily managed.

“And what kind of trouble would I get in?” Abby said as she slipped the ring onto her right ring finger.

As soon as the ring fell into place, it fit tightly onto Abby’s finger. She put her hand up and stretched her fingers out to get a good look at it. “Huh…nice ring” she said looking down at Emily. She grabbed Emily’s hand and put her larger hand up and compared the two together. The rings clinked off each other.

16 and 10
As Abby left the room, Emily stood up. She tried to pull the ring off her finger but it wouldn’t budge “Mom’s going to be pissed” she said to herself, straining and yanking on her finger. It was no use so she walked into the kitchen instead. Emily opened the fridge to get a can of Mt. Dew; there was only one can left and it was all the way in the back. Usually that would mean that she couldn’t reach it, but today, standing on her tip toes and reaching back, she grabbed it. “Huh” she said as she pulled out the can “must’ve grown or something” she said shrugging her shoulders. She popped the top and took a little drink from the can. She put it on the counter and was turning around when Abby came into the room.

“Was that the last can of Dew?” she said putting her hands on her hips.

“Uh…yeah” Emily offered.

“Are you going out of your way to piss me off today” Abby said crossing her arms. Her shirt seemed a bit loose on her and it bulged up slightly as her arms crossed her chest.

“No” Emily cried “I didn’t see your name on it”

“Well, it’s mine now” she grabbed it just before Emily could reach it.

Abby drank down the rest of the can and tossed the empty at Emily and walked past her and out the door.

Emily slammed the can into the trash “Uh…she makes me so mad” she screamed inside her mind. She jumped up and down in frustration, her hands balled up into fists, flying up and down.

As she jumped, her hair flew up and down wildly; growing longer and thicker unbeknownst to Emily. Also beyond her perception was that with each jump, she went a little higher and landed a little heavier. Her arms and hands got stronger with each pump up and down.
Finally she stopped and realized that something was different. “What the…?” she said to herself. The counter seemed lower when she put her hand on it. She looked down at herself. She was wearing very baggy clothes so she didn’t see a lot, but her legs seemed longer; her feet seemed bigger. She cautiously moved toward the living room. Once there she saw her sister; but something wasn’t right about her either.

Abby stood perfectly still in the middle of the room. After coming in from humiliating her little sister once again, she had been going towards the couch to sit back down, but on her way there, the strap of her tank top and her bra, slipped off her shoulder and drooped down her upper arm. She grabbed at it absent-mindedly at first, but as she hiked it up, she realized something was wrong. Abby looked down and was shocked at what she saw. Her shirt was gapping up as it was way too big on her. Her shorts were now loose in the waist and the rear and on her legs. She reached down with her left hand to grab at her shorts and slipping her fingers in the waistband, realized that they were at least three sizes too big on her. Abby looked at her legs and thought they looked awfully skinny. She turned when she heard “Abby? Are you okay”

14 and 12
Abby Martin turned and saw her sister Emily standing a few feet away from her. She blinked, not comprehending what she was seeing.

Emily also blinked and her jaw dropped at what she saw “Abby?” she said in disbelief.

“Emily?” Abby responded with slight panic in her voice. “What?” she shook her head: Abby had been a foot taller than her sister a few minutes ago, but now, she was barely taller than her. Maybe three inches separated them. “Emily…you look…uh…bigger!”

“And you…you…look…” she searched for the right word and as she delayed she could see Abby’s eyes growing wider in fear “…smaller…and…”

With dread in her voice Abby said “…and what?”

“And younger” Emily said.

“What?! That can’t be…That’s impossible” Abby said to Emily.

“I know it’s impossible Abby…but it’s true; you look younger than you did a few minutes ago.”

“No” Abby said again, her hands clinging desperately to her large clothes.

“In fact” Emily said with dawning realization at what was occurring “You look like you could be…”

“What” Abby said fearfully.

“…you could be younger than me”

Abby eyes widened even more as Emily continued “The way things are going…maybe you’ll be smaller than me soon”

“Shut up Emily” Abby yelled and took a step toward her sister.

“Careful: I can hit back now…not so big and tough anymore are you Abby”

Abby bolted from the room; right hand holding onto her shirt and left hand holding up her shorts. She ran up the stairs and swung into her room. Emily followed her sister up the stairs, noticing just how loose her shorts had become.

Emily rounded the corner and took a cautious step into the bedroom. Abby was standing in front of her full length mirror; shock and horror on her face.

“No! This…this can’t be happening…I look…I…” she turned and faced Emily and finished “I look like a kid”

Emily took a step toward her.

“You get away from me!” Abby screamed but with those words, Abby began to shrink even more.

13 and 13
“AAAAHHH!” She yelled as she dropped two more inches in height. Her right hand balled up her now worthless shirt and bra and twisted them in anxiety.

Emily took another step in and realized that her clothes were getting tighter despite their bagginess and as she got closer to Abby, she realized something and said “Holy Shit Abby! I’m taller than you!”

“No! No you’re not! You can’t be taller than me” she said stopping when she realized her voice didn’t sound the same; it sounded higher to her. But as Emily approached, there was no denying it: Abby was about an inch shorter than her little sister now.

“Yes, I am taller than you” Emily said as she walked up to her shrinking sister.

“How? How can that be?” Abby pleaded “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m not doing anything to you” Emily said “Maybe you’re doing this to yourself”

“Me?!” Abby said.

“Yeah…maybe every time you’re mean to me…maybe you get younger and I get older” she said piecing it all together in her brain.

“I don’t know how old you even are anymore, but you’re shorter than me” Emily said with her head cocked in defiance at her sister.


“Stop it!” Abby yelled.
“And your voice is higher than mine” Emily added.

“You fucking bitch! You stop this right now” Abby yelled.

11 and 15
Abby blinked at her outburst of anger and thought; “What if Emily’s right?” right before she began to shrink even more. She looked up pleadingly to her sister, now a full head taller than her. She could see changes occurring in Emily’s face. Her features were becoming stronger; more mature; Emily looked like a teenaged girl. Abby’s eyes scanned down: Emily had a teenaged body now to match, which was something that Abby no longer possessed.

To cover her embarrassment, Abby quickly grabbed a large shirt off the floor and flipped it over her thin blond hair. It fell to half way down her skinny thighs. She let her too big shorts drop to the ground as the shirt now covered everything. The sleeves of the shirt came down to almost her elbows and her skinny arms had plenty of room to flail about.

Emily was in shock looking down at Abby. The girl who had tortured her for all these years was now a scared little girl, shaking before her in fear; stripped of all her size and power and stature over her. She now held the power in her hands…her hands…then it hit her…specifically, she held it on her finger. It had to be the rings that were changing them.

Emily bent over and looked Abby right in her frightened eyes. “You never should have threatened me with that ring picture sis” she said very quietly “And you never should have put on that other ring either” she said as she wiggled her ring clad finger before her sisters face.

“Ah” Abby said and raised her right hand up too. “No” she said in a very high pitched voice.

As Abby held her hand out straight and flat, Emily brought her hand up to meet it. Emily’s hand was bigger as she placed her palm against Abby’s. She laid her fingers out straight to match each of Abby’s and the rings clinked together.

9 and 17
Staring at their hands, the size difference between them suddenly increased. Abby’s hand getting smaller and Emily’s hand growing larger once more. Abby yanked her hand back and took a staggering step backwards as she watched her sister get even bigger. Emily’s long brown hair now fell over her shoulders and down her larger chest, stopping only when it met resistance there. Her face continued to mature and she looked almost adult like to Abby’s eyes. Abby fumbled for words as she took in Emily’s long legs that were so much closer to her now. Abby swallowed hard as she looked upward and into her sister’s green eyes.

Emily watched with satisfaction as Abby shrank down even smaller. Her hair became stringy and her face was that of a child. Emily knew that with this latest change that they had switched ages with each other. Whatever these rings were, they had just made her wildest dream come true. She was the big sister now. She got down on one knee and took Abby by her thin shoulders.

“What?” Abby said fearfully “Duh…don’t” she managed weakly.

Emily’s hands slid down and grabbed Abby’s wrists. She pined them to her side and said “Looks like there’s a new order around here, Huh big sis”

“No…stop it…let me go” Abby whined

“Oh…wait…I don’t have to call you that anymore do I? Cause you are definitely no longer my big sister anymore are you?”

“Uh…no…” she said weakly.

“No what?”

“No Emily…you're now my big sister” Abby said

“Oh I like the sound of that” Emily said.

Abby looked down at her hand and gasped “The ring! It’s gone!” she said as she wiggled her tiny fingers.

Emily stood up and opened her right hand; the ring was gone from her finger now too. “Well, it’s too late now anyway” she said with a shrug “Now get out of my room shrimp” she said to Abby and her little sister quickly turned a fled the scene.