Kyle's Little Sister by Chibikonatsu
Username: member , Nov/24/2005 05:31:56 [-04][new]
Kyle Patterson was a young man with what would seem to an outside observer to be a fairly pleasant life. He did typical seventeen-year old boy things, like riding bikes, hanging out with his friends and playing video games. He did reasonably well in school, especially in history (which was his favorite subject), but even passably in math (which was not). He was considered 'cute' by an acceptably-sized margin of the girls at his school and even had a girlfriend, Brittany, who was quite cute and fun to hang around with. His family was well-off and could afford to humor his interests easily. So one might ask, what could possibly vex such a well-fortuned young man?
A little sister like Melissa, that's who.
It must be understood that Kyle and Melissa didn't hate each other as such: their mother, who doted on the both of them when she wasn't away on one business trip or another (which was often) would never allow any full-fledged animosity to occur between them. On the other hand, where Kyle was a clever young man who applied himself to his schoolwork with a diligence that was perfectly laudable, Melissa was a prodigy, pure and simple. And not just any prodigy: the fourteen year old girl was, for starters, a mere grade behind her dear brother, and displayed an incredible knack for excelling in just about everything she put her mind to. She programmed computers, sewed amazing costumes for the theater department, had taken and mastered woodshop despite the suggestions against her joining it, grasped math in a way that made Kyle green with envy, played three instruments, spoke fluent German and Spanish and was the apple of every teacher's eye. Even in Phys Ed she did reasonably well, assuring that she avoided the classic 'nerd' stigma quite handily. All of this would be acceptable, however, were it not for one other thing. Melissa had a wicked sense of humor and enjoyed playing pranks on Kyle that were almost impossible to trace back to her, and it is about precisely this that this story centers on.
*****
"Kyyyyle!" Melissa's voice rang out from her bedroom in sing-song tones. Kyle groaned, looking up from his history textbook reluctantly. He knew that tone all too well: it meant that Melissa wanted to show off again. While sometimes this was interesting more often than not it simply meant that Kyle had to put up with more gloating from his sister. Of course, she could need something from him and their mother did place him in charge while she was gone for the week on yet another business retreat. With that in mind, Kyle got up out of his chair and ambled out the door and down the hall to his sisters' room, opposite his.
Kyle had once commented that Melissa's room was proof that she was an incipient mad scientist, and it certainly looked the part: her computer had half-swallowed her desk, she kept her woodworking tools in one corner off to the side along with several half-finished projects and (an unusual addition to even the most eccentric of scientists) she usually had at least one of her sewing projects on a dummy in full display. Recently, the piece in question was what to Kyle seemed to be an oversized little girl's dress in yellow cotton: puffed sleeves, full skirt with a somewhat frilled trim, white ruffled pinafore to go over it and a full and fluffy white petticoat to go beneath it, the whole nine yards. But at the moment, Melissa was sitting at the computer, happily humming a little tune as the monitor displayed the process of a CD being burnt. She looked up after a moment and then gave Kyle a little smile. "Oh! Good, just in time. I was burning a music CD for you. I thought you'd like it."
Now right about here Kyle was getting mighty suspicious. Rare was it that Melissa did anything out-and-out nice for him. "All right, what's the catch?"
She gave him a frown, "Well, not that I can't just do something for my dear older brother on a whim, but it's a new song that I just finished. I just wanted a second opinion on it." With that, she popped the now-finished CD out of the drive, placed it in a CD sleeve, and handed it to him. "Go on and listen to it. I'd just play it here but I have some things I have to get back to."
Kyle blinked. Frankly, this was more than a bit surreal. "...all right, sure. Was there anything else?" Right about now, he was wanting to get back to his homework.
Melissa considered this. "Well, maybe when you're finished you could help me with moving some of my woodshop projects. I've got another place for them now, but they're pretty heavy." Kyle gave her a vague nod and went back to his own room. That was odd, he thought, as he put the CD into his player and pressed 'play', going back to his homework. More flute music, it seemed. Quite pretty, really, in a sort of floaty way. After a few minutes he realized lazily that listening to the music was more important than silly homework, and instead listened to the rest of the CD. After that, the rest of the evening was uneventful.
*****
Morning came, and Kyle sat up groggily. Something was odd, and he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He looked around at his room. Clearly, something was different, but he couldn't for the life of him imagine what it could be. Oh. Wait. Melissa was in the room, and she had the biggest grin he'd ever seen on her face. That must be it.
"Good morning, big brother. Did you sleep well?" Her tones were syrupy-sweet but the smile on her face gave something away. She'd done something, obviously. Kyle shook his head sleepily, sitting up in bed and tossing a pillow in her general direction.
"It's too early in the morning for this, Melissa. What did you do?" He rubbed his eyes, stretched and yawned.
This time she out-and-out giggled. "Wow. I knew it was going to work, but I can't believe it worked that well. You mean you don't remember anything, baby?" The instant she said 'baby' it was like everything came into focus. Kyle looked around his room and realized exactly /what/ was wrong: he wasn't in his bed. His bed was missing. No, he was sitting in a crib scaled as though he were an infant. And what's worse, he was wearing a frilly nightgown of baby blue silk and (his questing hands discovered quickly) a thick disposable diaper under a set of plastic panties. To his utter horror, it was incredibly wet. "You were so helpful last night, moving the crib I'd made for you into your room. Isn't it nice?" Above his head, he realized, was a mobile of fuzzy animals spinning slowly. Even now he found it fascinating somehow. "The way I see it, I've got a week while mom is away and I really wanted to see if I'd figured out subliminal messages properly. You're going to be my new test subject, and so, for that matter, is your girlfriend. She got hers by email last night. She'll be over later today, thought, so don't worry your pretty little head about it. After all, she's your babysitter."
TO BE CONTINUED.
C&C would really be appreciated on this: this is the first time I've ever tried posting anything like this.