Life Hacks/Make her put on panties
Just because you're hot for your baby sister doesn't mean you should perv out on her the instant you get a little power. You just got this mod, no sense overdoing things so soon.
You look at Roni with the 'I know you're lying' expression. "Roni," you say, drawing her name out.
"Fine," she pouts, "I'll put on some panties!" She stomps all the way to her room, and slams the door as she enters. She comes out a moment latter to find you standing there. "See," she says, raising her skirt, "panties! Can we go now?" Your eyes linger on the cute, strawberry-print panties for an instant before they are once again covered by her skirt.
"Okay," you say, "let's go play some baseball!" You take her by the hand.
"You can't play," she says, "you're too old . . . and too good at baseball." It occurs to you that when you maxed all of your skills you didn't suppress memory creation, so everyone who knows you likely knows you can do pretty much anything . . . interesting.
You walk hand in hand with Roni the four blocks to the park, making idle conversation as you go. She walks with a wide, somewhat silly gait as she swings your joined arms back and forth. You quickly find yourself at the baseball diamonds. She nearly pulls you to where a group of kids around her age are throwing the ball around.
"Roni!" yells her young friend . . . Jimmy. Strange, you distinctly remember that you could not remember his name. Jimmy runs up to Roni. "Glad you could make it booger-breath!"
"Good to be here, snot-rocket!" she responds.
"Hey!" says a kid you don't know. "I thought you said we were waiting for some guy named Ronnie!"
"This is Roni," says Jimmy.
"She's a GIRL!"
"Yep!" says Roni proudly.
"Girls play softball. This is BASEBALL. Go play some softball, girly-girl!"
"Ooooh," says Jimmy as Roni starts to fume, "you just messed up BIGTIME, Billy!"
"That's enough of that!" you say. "If you don't want to play baseball with a girl, Billy, feel free to go home."
"I'm tellin' my dad! He'll kick your butt!"
"Be my guest, Billy."
"Yeah fart-sniffer," adds Roni, "bring your daddy over so my big brother can pound him inta the ground!"
"No fair," yells Billy as he runs off.
You all watch him recede down the wide streets.
"Well, that's over," you say casually, "let's play some BASEBALL!"
The kids break up and choose teams. Roni is a team captain, as always. Soon the tykes are playing baseball, as they are known to do on occasion.
What do you do?
