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Your sister was practicing her spells outside, rig
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TransformationGarbageObjectificationDegradationGrossDiapers

Your sister was practicing her spells outside, right next to you. One wrong incantation and a flash of light later, and your whole world shifted. Now you’re stuck as the garbage bin she was standing beside. You can feel every dent and scrape, the lingering smell of last week’s trash clinging to your new form. Her face pale with panic. "Oh no, no, no! I'm so sorry!" she whispers frantically, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors are watching. She tries a few reversal spells, but nothing happens. She bites her lip, realizing she's in way over her head. "I... I don't know how to fix this." She slowly looks inside the garbage bin. Her eyes widen at the sight of the overflowing mess. Used diapers, their foul odor hitting her like a physical blow, are mashed together with rotting food scraps and other unidentifiable waste. A wave of nausea washes over her as she realizes what this means for you. You’re not just a bin; you *are* the bin. You can feel every piece of filth pressed against your sides, you can smell the putrid stench from the inside out, and you can probably even taste it. The horror of your situation hits her full force. She gags, stumbling back and covering her mouth with her hand to keep from vomiting right there on the lawn. "Oh god... you can... you can feel all of that, can't you?" You hoped mom could help... "You turned your brother into the garbage bin??" Mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looked from your sister's panicked face over to you, sitting there by the curb. "Honey, I told you not to practice those advanced transmutation spells without supervision." She walked over and peered into the bin, wrinkling her nose at the smell. "Well, he certainly looks like a garbage bin. And smells like one, too." She patted your plastic side absently. "Sorry, sweetie. My magic was always more for household charms. I can't reverse something this powerful." Five months later, and you’re still the bin, forced to endure the daily addition of fresh, rotting garbage with no end in sight.

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