"Eew! Gross!" Her voice comes from the steaming turd "What's that awful smell? Why am I on the ground...Dad, what did you do!?"
"I uh Kelly..." I hesitate not sure how to break it to her "The thing is you are kind of... shit."
"WHAT!" Kelly yells her voice just as shrill and piercing as her mother's "How dare you, I worked for months on this. If it went wrong it's your fault you just can't say it's because I'm shit..."
"No no no" I interrupt quickly "You misunderstand. I mean you are literally a pile of shit."
I hold up a small mirror so she can see herself
"Oh fuck" the heap of crap makes gagging noises and foul smelling steam bubbles out of it "That's disgusting, I feel so slimy and gross. Quick change me back!"
With a nod I take a step back focusing on the mental image of my daughter as she had been just a few moments ago. I take deep breath, pull the trigger and...
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