You quickly take your handkechief out of your pocket and wipe away your moms tears. "I'm sorry that I made you cry, mommy."
"You didn't make me cry Jason" she tryes to smile, "you made me smile, it was I who made myself cry."
"But I'm still sorry, I shouldn't have drunk of the potion, it's my fault to."
"Maybe just a litle bit." she says having a small smile on her lips now. "You'd like to see yourself."
"But I don't want to see myself as a girl, I'm a boy and not a girl."
Your mom graps your hand and pulls you along to the bathroom "Jason one day you'll have to look at yourself and accept the truth, because ... because ... because there isn't a cure, or adleast nott hat I know off"
"No cure?" you ask
"No cure" your mom answeres
That makes you think but it doesn't really makes you realise what no cure really means, the fact that you'll be a girl for the rest of your life.
Because of all the thinking you don't realise that you're already in the bathroom standing before the mirror.
"That's you." your mom says wich brings you back to realitie
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