"And..... exhale."
 
Mahiro breathed out as her younger sister.... his younger sister... her older sister.... well his sister examined him....er....her.
 
You might be wondering why the confusion. Well, a few months ago, Mahiro, a pro gamer weeb, was given an experimental concoction that turned him into a young girl. While he... sorry... she hasn't changed her name, she has slowly changed some elements of her demeanor, much to her embarrassment. The bi weekly examinations of her health were one area where she had changed. Once an annoyance, now was an outright blushfest.
 
And Mihari was delighted. Despite her age she was an expert doctor and scientist, and the manipulation of DNA coding to create a little sister out of an annoying older brother was a total success. Originally it was supposed to be temporary. But dosage of her concoction had since made it permanent. And the check up confirmed the process resulted in a perfectly healthy and adorable little girl, the best little sister Mihari could want!
 
"Ok..... fully healthy! Nothing wrong. Now, we need to continue our experiments."
 
Mahiro sighed. "What this time? Buying dresses? A makeup session?"
 
Mihari giggled. "Oh no, I got something far better in mind. I signed you up for the ballet!"
 
Mahiro blinked. "...... what."
 
"Yup! But not just any play. It's the big Christmas performance at the Alpha Theater. That's a real big deal!"
 
Mahiro groaned. "You can't be serious!"
 
"Nope, you are going to be in Dance of the Desserts, a sugary sweet ballet. It's all about the sweetness of life and desserts!"
 
"No! I don't want to do it!"
 
Mihari pouted. "Awww.... it won't be as bad as those dancing games. Just a single night performing for your friends! Plus, it's a really sweet ballet!"
 
Mahiro blinked. "Well..... I can be a baker or something like I suppose.... and I have to admit I kinda like dancing since I became a girl."
 
"That's the spirit!" Mihari took her sister's hand and dashed out of the room with her, almost dragging her out. "Come on, I want you to meet the director, and if we get to the playhouse early enough you can!"
 
Mahiro blinked. "Who is the director?"
 
Mihari gave a sly grin. "Oh, you'll see, or rather she will. I mean her eyes are all the better to see you with."
 
Wait.
 
Oh.
 
NO.
 
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*sigh.*
 
Yup.
 
"Why Mihari! What a delight you and your sister are so early! And she is so cute to! I could just eat her up!"
 
Mahiro groaned as she looked at the director. The form had appeared the moment they entered the playhouse, and right from the get go the new recruit knew this was trouble, and that her fears were confirmed. For there before her was a ten foot wolf woman in an apron, with shiny grey fur and golden eyes. She grinned with big, sharp teeth. And Mahiro knew what THOSE were for.
 
The Wolf witch. The director was THE WOLF WITCH.
 
FUCK.
 
"And you must be Mahiro! Well I do hope you perform well. Otherwise I may have to eat you bite by bite before the big day. Actually...." The wolf licked her lips and gave Mahiro a big sniff. "..... maybe do act up. I could use a snack."
 
Mahiro looked at Mihari for some kind of help, but she only giggled.
 
"Oh don't be so nervous. You'll be a natural! Besides, Miss Wolfina only picks the finest girls, and I know you are truly one of the best."
 
"But Mihari..... she wants to...."
 
"Yeah. And?"
 
Mahiro was wide eyed in shock. Was her sister really being so casual about her being a future snack on stage? Everyone had heard the rumors about her ballet performances, her dances of all manner of goodies. But her most famous play was Dance of the Desserts, which was where kids dressed as all manner of sweets for each performance, all to become food for the wolf. And it was all live and loved by the audiance.
 
That meant....
 
"I'm going to be eaten if I do this! Surely you don't want me, your own sister, to be eaten?!"
 
Mihari giggled. "Why not? Girls are meant to be sweet goodies for all kind of creatures. Haven't you ever read Little Red Riding Hood?"
 
The wolf licked her lips at that. Mihari groaned some and realized this was to be her fate. She wasn't getting out of this.
 
"Now then, we have a lot of work to do, as the performance is in just a couple months. So, let's get to it!"
 
Mahiro felt her blood run cold. This couldn't be her fate! It couldn't be!!!
 
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Mahiro still had that thought several weeks later. She still opposed her fate time and time again, pleading with her friends and her sister and even calling her mom to try and get out of this. But time and time again she was shot down, and she realized her Fate was sealed. Day after day she practiced with tears in her eyes alongside six other girls, four like her and two very happy to be chosen for the play, and all of them excited for how it would go.
 
Now, it was five days to Christmas. And gone was any of Mahiro's nice dresses or cute clothes. They had been replaced by a form fitting swimsuit like leotard, but of course not an ordinary one. It was sweet smelling and slightly thick and warm. Oh, and it was made of cookie dough.
 
Specifically, chocolate chip cookie dough.
 
"Alright dears!" The wolf said, ten feet tall, plump, and dressed like Santa. "Remember our Dance of the Desserts this time is holiday themed, so be sure to show off those sweet yummy features you all have!"
 
Mahiro raised her hand. "Are.... are we really being.... baked?"
 
The wolf laughed. "What a silly question! You wouldn't eat raw cookie dough would you?"
 
All the girls shook their heads.
 
"Neither does Santa, so naturally the cookies need baked! Good thing too, it will make you all so soft and chewy!"
 
Mahiro sighed. Dancing in a cookie outfit while knowing that you were going to be baked up and eaten was very surreal. And yet, something inside her was shivering inside. Not with fear, but almost with... anticipation? She wasn't sure why, but this feeling was odd to her... like she was meant for this.
 
Naturally that made it all the more infuriating that she couldn't stop what was about to occur. She was a snack, qnd she would be for public display. This single thought permeated her every pore as she and the other girls went to the stage.
 
The curtain rose on them all, in a scene of an oversized kitchen, decked out for the holidays. A list of naughty and nice kids was on the countertop that was the stage setting, and it had all their names. The music began, a soft, gentle tune. Mahiro closed her eyes just like she had been instructed, standing still as the others began to get up from where they were, inside big bowls scattered around, and slowly lifted Mahiro gracefully to her feet. The girls in the group then all slowly moved as one to the gentle tone, their forms showing off the different cookies they represented.
 
The different cookies each one would be for the wolf, who played as Santa.
 
One by one, they danced about, the audiance in awe at how they moved, each one moving to different instruments as they played. All but Mahiro, who stayed still in the center stage. Finally, the girls all split left and right, leaving Mahiro alone in the center. The light shone on her as the mood shifted, a gentle, hypnotic music playing. She moved to it as if she was one with each tone, the music different, delicate, soft and slow, violins sounding out a soft Christmas song of a gift given from the heart. She felt herself sway and twirl, her smile growing as the colors on her changed. Despite her fate... something in her.... felt happy.... pure..... perfect. She felt the white powder fall gently on her as she danced.
 
And she knew what it was.
 
Powdered sugar. To enhance the flavor she would have. To bring out her natural essence, that was the purpose.
 
She fought her own tears as she knew this is what she was for, both out of sadness and peace. And in the audiance, she actually saw some of the girls being envious of her. Many of them the friends she had made since her transformation. How could they be envious of this? Knowing what her fate was? And yet.... yet she felt something in her.... a sense of rightness... of belinging... of purpose. It reflected on her as she danced to the music..
 
As the music reached a crescendo, she turned, seeing the six other girls lie down on a pan, taking a position on the giant cookie sheet like a gingerbread cookie, and yet not one among them was one. Extras, dressed like bakers, began to decorate their outfits with colorful candies and sweet smelling spices. There was a space right in the center. Her space, she knew. And she watched as a glow appeared in the backstage. A giant oven, ro bake the cookies.
 
Then.... out came the Wolf. She was dressed like Santa, and was so tall. She motioned for Mahiro to come closer, and they danced to a soft song, one that told of the sweet promise of the holidays and of giving rather than receiving. But Mahiro knew this was her last dance, especially as she was laid in the tray, decorated personally by the Wolf. The lights came up on the oven in the back, and the music became more upbeat as the bakers pushed the tray with the seven cookies on it into the oven.
 
All this Mihari watched with a satisfied and happy smile. Her brother turned sister had been a successful experiment.
 
As the oven closed, the stage was filled with applause, the Wolf wishing everyone a merry Christmas to all!
 
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Later, Mihari walked into the back stage area, as the Wolf was dunking another cookie girl in milk, taking big bites of her. The wolf was very plump now, with a nice amount of squishy pudge.
 
"So?" Mihari asked. The wolf chuckled and got out the cookie she was curious about, Mahiro baked to perfection. The wolf took a BIG bite of the leg and moaned happily.
 
"Deeeeelicious!" The wolf said, smacking her lips and taking another bite. "Your experiment turned out very well!"
 
Mihari chuckled. "I'm glad. Took a lot of work to make him perfect. But I promise this is only the beginning. Now that I know I can do it, I can make lots of yummy girls for your plays!"
 
The wolf happily bit into the rump of the cookie and licked her chops. "That will be splendid, as this is the best cookie I ever ate!" She pat her belly. "And soon, she will be right here, making me so much more adorable by adding to my pudge!"
 
Mihari giggled and hugged the wolf. It was fun this trial of her new experimental treatment. And now she knew she could repeat it. She began to think about the few friends her brother had, and wondered who should be next.
 
A loud burp made her refocus, as her brother turned sister turned cookie was devoured, making the wolf very big and fat. The first of many, if Mihari had her way.
 
Science was sure fun. And fulfilling.
 
 
THE END?