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“I don’t get it,” I tell my cousin. “How can you be so relaxed with us wearing your brothers?”

“Gianna, I have been wearing people, especially my brothers, since I was literally in diapers,” she explains to me. “Your mother must not have used her powers a whole lot when you were growing up. Mine would take any excuse to transform us into whatever, I can’t even count how many times she turned me into inanimate objects; I spent the night of my senior prom as an umbrella because my mom couldn’t find one.”

“That sounds like abuse,” I say.

“Yeah, that’s why she went quote-unquote missing when I was in college,” she tells me. “I turned her into a condom for when I lost my virginity; I turned that guy into a vibrator later on and got way better results from him.”

“So, that’s why Aunt Zoe disappeared, you left her full of some guy’s cum in a trashcan?”

“Yup, she deserved every drop of it; don’t tell anyone, by the way.”

“Okay, but then why are we wearing your brothers if they went through the same torment?”

“Simple, they never even considered standing up to her. They were transformed more often than I was, and they still did nothing. I remember my older brother’s girlfriend got turned into a roast and given out at dinner, and we didn’t know for weeks. By the time we found out, even her leftovers were all eaten, not that we could’ve turned her back if there were some bits of her left. I would’ve killed her; I actually thought about doing it but decided to let him kill her, but he didn’t.”

“Okay, but I know that your younger brother is a nice kid, that’s why I didn’t mind wearing him, what did he do?”

“Honestly, he kept his head down too much. He got transformed the least, and I am honestly just punishing him for not suffering as much as me or my brother.”

“That’s unhealthy.”

“Okay, Gianna, stop being a therapist and enjoy our vacation. I know you don’t like using your gifts, but-”

I transform my cousin into a one-piece before she can get another word out, and bring her to a changing tent. I take off her younger brother and lay him down on the chair next to his older brother. Before I change them back, I put on my cousin. When I transform them back, they’re luckily both wearing clothes, and I have them help me pack up our stuff. They ask me if I’m going to transform my cousin back, but I tell them no; someone has to end the cycle.

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“I don’t get it,” I tell my cousin. “How can you be so relaxed with us wearing your brothers?”

“Gianna, I have been wearing people, especially my brothers, since I was literally in diapers,” she explains to me. “Your mother must not have used her powers a whole lot when you were growing up. Mine would take any excuse to transform us into whatever, I can’t even count how many times she turned me into inanimate objects; I spent the night of my senior prom as an umbrella because my mom couldn’t find one.”

“That sounds like abuse,” I say.

“Yeah, that’s why she went quote-unquote missing when I was in college,” she tells me. “I turned her into a condom for when I lost my virginity; I turned that guy into a vibrator later on and got way better results from him.”

“So, that’s why Aunt Zoe disappeared, you left her full of some guy’s cum in a trashcan?”

“Yup, she deserved every drop of it; don’t tell anyone, by the way.”

“Okay, but then why are we wearing your brothers if they went through the same torment?”

“Simple, they never even considered standing up to her. They were transformed more often than I was, and they still did nothing. I remember my older brother’s girlfriend got turned into a roast and given out at dinner, and we didn’t know for weeks. By the time we found out, even her leftovers were all eaten, not that we could’ve turned her back if there were some bits of her left. I would’ve killed her; I actually thought about doing it but decided to let him kill her, but he didn’t.”

“Okay, but I know that your younger brother is a nice kid, that’s why I didn’t mind wearing him, what did he do?”

“Honestly, he kept his head down too much. He got transformed the least, and I am honestly just punishing him for not suffering as much as me or my brother.”

“That’s unhealthy.”

“Okay, Gianna, stop being a therapist and enjoy our vacation. I know you don’t like using your gifts, but-”

I transform my cousin into a one-piece before she can get another word out, and bring her to a changing tent. I take off her younger brother and lay him down on the chair next to his older brother. Before I change them back, I put on my cousin. When I transform them back, they’re luckily both wearing clothes, and I have them help me pack up our stuff. They ask me if I’m going to transform my cousin back, but I tell them no; someone has to end the cycle.