You sighed, rolling your eyes as mom and dad turned to you. "Seriously...?" Unimpressed, you demanded. Frustrated, you turned to Joe. "Dad is the current reigning head mad scientist of this world and mom is the heir to the throne of the head witch."
"What does that have to do with me or why I haven't been told anything?" Annoyed, Joe asked.
"Only girls can be witches and only girls born into the royal family can become head witch." Serious, you explained. "However, if the eldest boy in the royal family is permanently transformed into a girl, 'she' automatically becomes next in line for the throne over her siblings."
Joe gulped, sweat beading upon his forehead. "So if I were to become a girl and learn magic, I become the next heir to the throne?" Unnerved, he asked. "What would happen if i stay a boy and learn this chaotic science?"
"Then you would become the heir to the chaotic throne, the next head mad scientist." With a frown, you replied. "Both positions offer a lot of power and responsibility. They also both require special training but you need to decide which power suits you best."
"I will admit that not telling you sooner was an epic miscalculation." Calmly, dad said. "However, that does not change the fact that you are destined for greatness. The power that awaits you will make your dreams of the Olympics pale by comparison."
"Smooth, dad." Inwardly moaning, you thought. "You just had to go there."
"Actually, each power will make your dreams that much closer to becoming a reality." Kindly, mom explained. "Everyone needs an outlet, even witches and mad scientists. No matter what you choose, there will be an expert team to help you make your dreams come true."
"I suggest we show our inquisitive son exactly what powers and responsibilities await him with each decision before him." Boldly, dad suggested.
Both mom and you rolled your eyes, noticing that dad stressed the male pronouns, indicating he intends to push Joe to deciding to remain male. However, mom chose to ignore it. "Which power would you like to see first, Joe?" Kindly, she asked.
Joe sighed, looking torn. Finally, he replied, "I'd like to start with..."
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