Flitter Outgrows Her Sister

Flitter sulked in the park. Stupid Cloudchaser. Bringing her to the gym just to make her feel better about herself and to poke fun at her. Her arms were not noodley! They were normal size! She at least prided herself on being the cuter, more girly one of the two, but that didn’t seem to matter much now. Even then it was hard to compete with someone with such a strong, tall, athletic body.

The Wonderbolts thing was the biggest stab from Cloudchaser though. They’d always talked about joining them some day. Not like it was a promise or a big plan, but it had been a bit of a dream of theirs. Even if she would have washed out the fact that her sister was so dismissive of her feelings to the point of not even bothering to mention it to her stung. But if the last test was still a couple months away maybe if she trained really, really hard she could crash it? Just to show her sister!

That was a foolish hope though. She couldn’t even lift a damn bar! And at 5’2 she wasn’t exactly built for running. The strength difference would take possibly years to equalize and there wasn’t anything she could do about the size difference.

She got up and gloomily walked over to a nearby food cart. Maybe something to eat would make her feel slightly better. She dropped five bits on the cart’s counter.

“I’ll have a hotdog or something. Whatever this much gets me.” she said, staring downward.

“Um, ma’am. This isn’t a hotdog cart.”

Flitter looked up, shocked. No, this was very much not a food cart. Within it were all sorts of strange objects and knick-knackery surrounding a young woman with gaudy earrings that jangled as she leaned forward.

She smiled down at Flitter, “I do have some kale chips stashed in here that I could share if you wish. Though I doubt that food is the solution to your troubles.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I mean, I didn’t look. I mean, ugh, I’m just having a bad day. Sorry.”

“No no, please, do share. My little shop here is all about solving problems.”

“Are you like a therapist?”

The woman laughed, “Oh goodness no! No, I travel about with all sorts of arcanery with countless different effects!” she said as she gestured grandly to the collection of items behind her, “You tell me what ails you and I can probably find something to help with that. Let me guess, you’re here because of your chest?”

“What? No, my chest is fine!”

“Ah,” the woman cringed, “my apologies, that’s what most girls come to me for.”

“No, it’s just,” she sighed, “basically, I’m sick of my sister being so much better than me. Taller, stronger, hotter. She’s really gotten on my nerves lately.”

“So it is a size issue then. I have many ways to fix this. But I must ask, what is it you want? To get even with her? Or let her know what it’s like to be in your shoes?”

Flitter cocked her head to the side, “You mean...?”

“It depends what you want. You could enjoy being her equal, her superior, or-” she leaned down closer to whisper the last words, “-you could utterly dominate her.”

Flitter couldn’t ignore the tingle she felt hearing that. “I-I like the last one.”

“Excellent!” The woman clapped her hands together then crouched down to rummage about. Soon she returned and held out a small, flat box. Opening it she revealed a circular piece of fabric. Flitter picked it up to inspect it. It was white with a red stripe in the middle and felt elastic.

“So what is this?”

“It’s a magical sweatband. For your head.”

“It kinda smells.”

“It’s hand wash only. Magical items tend to be like that. Anyway, for it to work you simply have to wear it. Keeping it on whenever you sleep will promote growth in all the places you want and wearing it whenever you exercise will do wonders for muscle gains. It will make you taller, more more buff, and should maintain and promote weight gain in aesthetically pleasing locations. Ah, I see the look on your face! My comment about your chest wasn’t so far off then, was it?”

Flitter could only smile. “Thank you. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing at all, please. It’s my treat.”

“Thank you! I won’t forget this!” said Flitter as she ran off with her prize.

“No, wait! I was merely being polite! Oh, not again. My wife is going to kill me.”