putbackinnappies:

My little sister has
always been a bit of a pain but this is too much. I don’t think she
meant for things to happen like this but it’s definitely her fault
for making that wish. Now I’m stuck dealing with the consequences.

She was always
following me around, wanting me to play with her. I mean, it feels
great to have someone who idolises you but it can get a bit much, you
know? She wouldn’t like it if some little kid was on her heels all
the time. Or so I thought.

I was hoping she’d
grow out of her clingy phase soon. It was her third birthday so I
hoped she was going to start acting like a big girl and not some
baby. Pfft, no chance of that; she’s already failed potty training
twice and Mum had just given up for now and gone back to using
nappies on her.

She’d just blown out
the candles on her cake and Mum asked her what she wished for. She
proudly announced that she wanted to be just like me. “Typical”,
I scoffed under my breath.

Suddenly, I started
to feel a little faint and my legs gave way under me. Then, the world
turned pink.

Mum turned to me and
said “Right, time to open your main present.” My present?
What was she talking about? It’s not my
birthday.

I
looked inside the bag and pulled out some shiny purple fabric. A
leotard?

“I
hope you like it, Princess. I’ve signed you up to the Little
Butterflies gymnastics club. Your first session is this afternoon.
Surprise!”

What
was going on? I looked up to see my sister sitting at the table but
she was wearing my clothes. She looked pretty bored. In fact, she
looked just like I had. And that was when it hit me. Her wish had
come true. Now, she was just like me and that included having a
little sister.

“Looks
like your nappy is still dry, sweetie, so let’s get you into your new
gymnastics outfit and get you to the club.”

I
looked down in horror. With all the other surprises, I hadn’t even
noticed that I was wearing a nappy. I really had turned into a girl like my sister.

I was still totally
in shock as we got to the gymnastics club. Mum told me to go and
stand with the other girls and I just went with it. I mean, I
couldn’t tell anyone that I was really a big boy. No-one would
believe me!

The teacher welcomed
all of her new Little Butterflies, including me, to the class. She
went round, asking everyone to say their names to the class but, when
she got to me, I was dumbfounded. I just stood there open-mouthed.
The teacher just laughed and said what a shy little girl I was.

The class got
started and the teacher showed us how to do really basic stuff like
forward rolls. I hadn’t got used to being so small so I felt really
awkward and unsteady. I got the hang of it eventually, though, and
the teacher was soon clapping me and saying I was such a clever girl.
At the end, as a bit of fun, she even showed us how to do an “ending
pose” like the big gymnasts do in competitions.

After the class,
Mummy came and gave me a bag of clothes for me to change into. I
couldn’t believe how short the dress was. Did my sister really not
mind that everyone could see her nappy peeking out?

I gave up fighting
against my dress after a while, figuring that, if people were just
seeing a toddler girl anyway, maybe it didn’t matter if they could
see my nappy.

When we got home, my
sister (somehow looking more like a boy than she had this morning)
gave me a big hug and asked me how I’d enjoyed being a gymnast. I’d
actually had a really good time so, forgetting myself, I gabbled
excitedly about my day.

She looked genuinely
interested in me and was encouraging about my progress. I suddenly
felt a little bad about how dismissive I had been towards her in the
past.

Mummy came back in
and told me to leave my “brother” alone and let him have some
peace. She said she didn’t mind but Mummy picked me up and set me
down to do some drawing, saying what a sweet older brother I had.

Around 7:30, Mummy
told me to change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth ready for bed.
It was so unfair; why did I have to go to bed so early? I just sat
there pouting at Mummy.

“Come on now,
you’ve been good all day, don’t spoil it now, young lady. I’ve
already let you stay up for an extra half an hour because it’s your
birthday. If you don’t get changed right now, you’re going to get a
smack.”

I hurried off to put
on a sleepsuit, then got onto the bed in what had been my room. Mummy
saw me and snapped at me to get out of my brother’s room. “I know
you want to be just like your brother but this is his room and you
mustn’t go in there without permission.”

After everything
that had happened to me today, this was the last straw. I threw a
complete tantrum, beating my fists against the bed. Mummy pulled me
off the bed by my arm and gave me a sharp smack on the bottom. I just
stood there bawling my eyes out.

Mummy sat me on the
floor and said I could stay there until I’d calmed down. Feeling
drained, I soon found myself laying on the floor, drifting off to
sleep. The last thing I heard as I slipped under was Mummy voice
saying “Oh look, she’s tired herself out”.

I really hope I can
think of a way to reverse this soon. I don’t want to have to wait a
year for my fourth birthday before I can make a wish to put things
right.