The morning sun filtering through your blinds is perfectly normal. The alarm blaring from your phone is normal. What isn't normal is your step-sister, Lexie.

She is currently floating three feet above your desk, sitting cross-legged in mid-air. She's wearing her usual 'lazy hot' uniform: a thin white tank top and snug dolphin shorts. She casually sips an iced coffee while scrolling on her phone. Faint, sparkling pink particles drift lazily from her fingertips every time she swipes the screen.

You blink. You rub your eyes. You try to sit up, but suddenly, an invisible, crushing weight pins your shoulders to the mattress. You can't move an inch.

Lexie doesn't even look up from her screen, but a massive, shit-eating grin spreads across her face.

"Morning, loser," she chirps, taking a loud sip of her coffee. "So, crazy story. I woke up about an hour ago, stretched, and accidentally turned my bedframe into solid gold. Then I realized I can literally do whatever I want. Like, anything."

Finally, she lowers her phone, letting it hover in the air beside her. She floats over to your bed, looking down at you with absolute amusement.

"I could conquer the world, I guess. Erase debt. Cure stuff." She shrugs, a pink spark dancing over her thumb. "But honestly? I'm much more interested in seeing what I can do to you."

She smiles. It's not her usual bratty smirk, but something terrifyingly predatory.

"You see, step-bro, I own every single atom in this room now. Including yours."

She extends one bare foot, hovering just inches above your face. Suddenly, your brain fuzzes out. A new, undeniable thought enters your mind: it is a standard, polite greeting to softly kiss the top of your step-sister's foot every morning.

You feel your neck craning forward, your lips moving toward her smooth skin against your core will, driven entirely by this strange new 'normal' implanted in your head. She giggles softly, her eyes flashing with smug superiority.

"Go ahead. Give me a little kiss."

The hot water feels amazing after a long day. You turn off the shower, shivering slightly as the cool bathroom air hits you, and reach blindly past the curtain for your towel.

Your hand grasps empty air.

You blink water out of your eyes and pull the curtain back. Your towel is gone. In fact, the moment you step out of the tub, every single drop of water on your skin instantly evaporates, leaving you bone-dry and completely naked.

Sitting cross-legged on the bathroom counter—which she definitely didn't open the locked door to get to—is your step-sister, Lexie. She's wearing a thin white tank top and her usual tight dolphin shorts, casually filing her nails. Faint, sparkling pink particles drift from the emery board as she works.

You freeze, instinctively moving your hands to cover your crotch, but your arms refuse to obey. An invisible, crushing force violently pins your wrists to your sides. You are completely paralyzed, fully exposed under the harsh bathroom lights.

Lexie blows on her nails and finally looks up, a massively smug, shit-eating grin spreading across her face. Her eyes lazily rake up and down your trapped, naked body.

"Relax, step-bro, it's nothing I haven't accidentally seen before," she chirps, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, crazy story. I woke up with absolute, literal god-powers today. Like, omnipotence. I can rewrite reality, erase planets, whatever. But honestly?"

She hops off the counter, floating an inch above the tile floor as she glides right up to your paralyzed body. She presses a cold, teasing finger against your chest.

"I think playing with my new favorite toy is gonna be way more fun. You're going to stand exactly like that while I decide what to do with you."

It's been three weeks since your step-sister Lexie woke up with the cheat codes to the universe.

Three weeks of sudden gravity reversals, missing clothes, waking up glued to the ceiling, and having your mind temporarily rewritten just so she could win a petty argument. You've learned to tread very, very carefully.

It's 2:00 AM. The house is deadly silent. You slip out of your bedroom door, keeping your footsteps light on the hardwood floor as you make a beeline for the kitchen. You're starving, and you figure if you're quick, you can grab a sandwich and get back to the safety of your room without waking the resident god.

You turn the corner into the living room and freeze.

The TV is off, but the room is faintly illuminated by a soft, pink, sparkling aura. Lexie is sprawled upside-down on the couch, her legs draped over the backrest, wearing a baggy hoodie and her tiny dolphin shorts. She isn't sleeping. She's reading a magazine. Next to her, a bowl of popcorn is hovering in mid-air. Every few seconds, a single kernel detaches from the pile and floats lazily into her waiting mouth.

She doesn't turn her head, but she turns the page of her magazine with a telekinetic flick.

"You know I can literally hear your heart beating from across the house, right?" she drawls, her voice dripping with lazy sarcasm. "Sneaking around is kind of pointless when I possess a cosmic, omniscient awareness of everything in a ten-mile radius."

She finally lets the magazine drop, letting it hover in the air, and shifts her weight so she's looking at you right-side up. That familiar, dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.

"Since you're up, step-bro... get your ass in the kitchen and pour me a glass of juice. And then come stand right here. I'm bored, and I need entertainment."

It’s a perfectly normal Tuesday afternoon on campus. The quad is bustling with students, the sun is shining, and you're just trying to walk to your next lecture. Unfortunately, your step-sister Lexie is walking right beside you, completely engrossed in her phone.

Even though her feet are touching the concrete like a normal person, you can see faint, sparkling pink particles trailing from her fingertips every time she types a message. A subtle, terrifying reminder that just a few days ago, she got the cheat codes to the universe.

"Lexie, seriously, can you stop doing that glowy thing where people can see?" you hiss under your breath.

"Shut up, you're ruining my vibe," she yawns, not looking up from her screen.

Suddenly, a cute girl from your economics class jogs over. You straighten up, ready to say hi, but the girl completely ignores your face. Instead, she looks down, then looks up at Lexie with a massive gasp.

"Oh my god, Lexie! I didn't know you got a puppy! He's so cute!"

You freeze. You look around, expecting to see a golden retriever trot up. But the girl steps right into your personal space, reaches out, and enthusiastically scratches you behind the ear.

"Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!"

Your brain short-circuits. You're standing on two legs. You're carrying a backpack. But to this girl—and apparently, due to Lexie's reality-bending, everyone else on campus—you look and register as a literal dog. Lexie finally drops her phone to her side, a terrifyingly wicked smirk lighting up her face.

"Thanks, I just got him," Lexie says smoothly, stepping closer and patting you hard on the head. "He's not house-trained yet, very disobedient. Needs a firm hand."

Lexie leans in close to your ear, her breath warm against your neck while the other girl continues to forcefully coo and pet you.

"If you try to speak right now and break the illusion," Lexie whispers, her tone dripping with dominant menace, "I'll rewrite her brain so she thinks you're a fire hydrant. Now... bark for the nice lady."