"MOM, WHAT THE HELL," you scream, "I'M NOT A !#$! GIRL." You try to walk again but to no avail. Your mom wishes something. You try to stop her, but then, you feel better. You stand up and look at yourself, but when you saw you hadn't changed, you got angry again.
"THAT'S IT," your mom says, "I wish that you would change more into a girl every time you argued with me."
"But mom," then you stopped when you felt a slight breeze. you look down to see that your hair on your legs gone. You didn't argue, but dislike it a lot. Then you
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