Oops

Chapter 1
Oops

Chapter Description: Consequences for a mistake are bound to happen

Mistakes have a habit of happening, that’s life, right? We all make mistakes and there are often consequences to those mistakes, those consequences can vary from mild to fatal.

So what would the consequences to this mistake be classified as?

I’m thinking humiliating.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it’s inherently a bad thing but it is pretty humiliating and me and the one other person who is also experiencing the consequences of the mistake do admit to some pleasure to this. It’s just that, well, it’s embarrassing.

“Don’t anger her, I said, just back away I said. But no, you just had to push her” This is my once former big sister beside me, older than me by about four years, give or take a day. I always looked up to her when I was younger, to me she was this all knowing, all wise grown up who always knew more than me.

Of course youthful arrogance later in life would cause me to dismiss her guidance. Which led to this change in things.

“I said oops, how many times can I say it?” As for me I’m an idiot, really. Now I am smart and capable but I’m also capable of being a little impulsive and not listening to what I’m told, a failing that I was always warned about would bite me in the backside one day. It did eventually do that, well not bite in a sense but I will get to that shortly.

“I was pulling you away, for pity’s sake! I kept telling you to shut your mouth and start running, but you just had to piss her off! And now look what’s happened, just look! YOU’RE AN IDIOT, SIS, AN IDIOT!” She’s right about that, I have to admit to the truth behind the statement, she’s right. I am an idiot.

“Sorry” I guess I should explain what’s happened. I’ll start at the beginning of course.

For years I had heard of the rumours that a local woman was a witch, now usually such a claim is silly to put any stock into. Many say such things about people as a way to indicate hatred for whatever reason, and to be fair she was and is a really nice person, she’s just different from everyone else and is quite proud of that fact.

But I was an arrogant teenager, barely eighteen years old and I thought I knew better than anyone else. In my eyes she was a nice woman who was always kind to me and everyone else, who was always happy to help you out and cheer you up if you were down.

I liked her and still do, although I think she’s probably still pretty pissed at me for the things I said. But I was an arrogant young woman at the time and like many who suffer from the arrogance of youth I didn’t know any better.

That is no excuse, I know.

Well over the years I wanted to see if the rumours were true and would ask her often about the rumours, which she would dismiss as just fanciful talk by those who didn’t like her for being so kind in a world so filled with hatred.

That didn’t stop me from asking often though, surely she was more than she came across as after all.

Well four hours ago I asked her again and this time she was clearly annoyed, had others asked her as well? Did people push her too hard about the rumours? Maybe, I’m not sure, but she was pretty annoyed.

My sister was with me at the time and she saw that the woman was getting really, really angry, and she kept trying to get me to leave the woman alone. I didn’t listen and I made a really stupid mistake.

I asked her the question and made a demand at the same time:

“Are you really a witch? Can you prove it?” Oh boy was she pissed when I asked that. She didn’t say anything, but she did point at me and my sister. As she did so I felt my clothes start to loosen, the ground was becoming a lot closer at a very rapid rate.

I looked over to my sister and her clothes were falling all around her, her adult development was retreating and she was looking so young, and when my bra emptied I realised that the same was happening to me.

It didn’t take very long, maybe a minute or less, and years of growth and development were gone and replaced with a return to a very young age, around 18 months old or around that age. Both of us.

Which leads us to where we are now, both in a playpen with thick nappies between our legs and really cute baby t-shirts on. And my sister is really angry at me.

Like I said, oops.

“I graduated college, I was close to getting a job, I was even considering looking for love but nooo, my ass of a sister just had to take all that away from me and now I’m sitting here in a playpen back in nappies and I need changing! Why couldn’t I have been an only child?” She’s really pissed at me, and doing so in her nappy probably since she just remarked that she needs changing.

Consequences, huh? They can really hit hard. Although the padding from this consequence really isn’t that bad.

And now I need changing too.

Oops.