"I really have to be your daughter, I'm your Husband? Why do I have to a teenage girl and you get to be... more or less you, why not let me be your son, or you be my daughte, I don't like those options but they'd be better than this."
"I know, but by the sound of it, everyone there will be a bit weird, you won't be the only guy who has to be a girl."
"That's not the point, we just got married, and now this, it even says, I go to a Private school, and have a school uniform, with a skirt and tights."
"Yeah, I don't envy you." Rebecca says looking over your file. stifling a giggle
"You're not helping." You sigh, You can only put you head in your hands, how had things spun out of control so fast, you were just looking for a cheap place to live, now You have to be a teenage girl.
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