April tightly held the little, white, fluffy dog as she sat on her bed, her heart pounding so hard, she thought it would pop out of her chest.

“Arrr!” he yelped.

Oh gosh, I’m choking him. She tried to trace the outline of the pink dots on her green blanket, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Breathe. Just breathe. I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe . . . wait—I wonder, what else can I do? Who else can I turn into a dog?

Her enormous, ugly, fire engine red glasses slid down her face. The sweat that gathered at the tip of her nose dripped onto Austin’s head.

“Sorry about that.” She wiped the sweat off his cotton ball-looking head, rubbing it farther into his fur. Holding him with one arm, she wiped her clammy hand on the blanket. She switched the dog to the other arm and wiped her other hand.

Breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth—ugh, that yoga class I took with Mom was stupid. She said there would be other girls there my age. Nope, just a bunch of old, deepbreathing moms.

Mrs. Appleton yelled upstairs, “April, is that you?”

Freak! Freak! Did Mom see me run in with Austin? She will kill me! She can’t find out about Austin or, my, uh, powers. Wow! I have powers! Would she even be able to tell this is him?

She picked up the dog and took a good look at his face. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“Nope, you look nothing like him. You’re smaller than a football. And have more fur than anything else.” I have to fix this ASAP.

“Grrr . . .” Austin growled.

“Austin, shhhh!” April pleaded, putting her finger over her tightly squeezed lips. “Please, please, please be quiet. I’m trying to figure out what to do. I’m still shocked no one saw you on the bus.” She grazed her hand over his head, which was so small it only partly covered her palm.

“Grrr . . .” Austin growled again.

“This is what I get for Googling ‘how to turn your brother into a dog.’ It actually worked!”