Chloe goes to the vanity and started checking the drawers. It was full of make-up and some things Jake had no ideas about. He thinks I have to find something to help me figure out what happened to me. I mean it isn't everyday that a sixteen year old boy turns into a fifteen year old girl. Is it? You check the little pink cell phone's address book, most of the number are in girl code of some kind. initials, or the shapes that most chicks draw with phones. You give that up frustrated.
You start fumbling through the dresser and then it occurs to you if Chloe had a secret she would need to tell someone and if it was a crazy secret she would want to write it down most girls keep journals or diaries. So going through more drawers, hat boxes filled with random pictures you assume are family and friends you find on the top shelf in the closet there is a loose board within its small confines you feel a book. Finally maybe this will all start to make sense, or at least I can find out what type of girl I am.
Holding the pink and purple diary in hand you sit back down on the bed and you flip it open. You read page after page of entries more of the girl code is found inside, then flip to the last one which was from last night. You never realized it until now that your hands had been rubbing your breasts as you read. You slightly blush your body maybe a girl but your mind still belongs to Jake. Then you look down and read the last entry.
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