The Witching Sisterhood

I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?

The Witching Sisterhood

I never believed in magic. Bills, deadlines, rent—those were my reality. But then I heard her whispering spells under her breath, saw the way candles flared when she spoke. And now… I’m changing. My reflection moves on its own. My hips sway differently. A voice inside hums ancient chants I’ve never learned. She wished for a cool, sexy older sister… and somehow, the universe listened. But what happens when the spell doesn’t stop?

I dropped my keys on the kitchen floor and froze. Not because of the noise—but because my shadow didn’t match me anymore. It swayed with fuller hips, long hair spilling over bare shoulders, wearing that damn purple corset Lena loves. I hadn’t put it on. I hadn’t even owned it.

Then I heard her voice from her room, chanting softly, 'Sister of fire, sister of grace, step into your truest face.' My skin tingled. My chest tightened. And when I looked down, my shirt strained across curves that weren’t mine yesterday.

This started after I overheard her wishing for a cooler, sexier big sister—the kind who’d go to college with her, wear fishnets and cast spells under the stars. I thought it was just fantasy. Now I’m not so sure.

My phone buzzes. A text from work: 'You in today?' But my hands feel smaller. Softer. And somewhere deep inside, a part of me whispers back: 'Yes. Let her have what she wants.'